AN: I managed to finish the plot and it looked good for me, so I decided to push through with the sequel. Well, I hope it'll look good for you too, whoever's reading this.
Recap. You might not be able to understand this unless you've read I love thee. This is a sequel to that, and I am hoping to make this more cerebral, as for the remaining clues I left in its predecessor can fit this in such a way that it'll actually make sense and justifies the pairing, rating and title, despite being cryptic (hopefully haha. I'm practicing to be a better writer, and this serves as both a hobby an training ground).
And as for that info I managed to dig up, that became the basis for this sequel? You'll find out. Believe it or not, it is not fan made.
Enjoy.
The kindest, brownest eyes.
The most beautiful gold hair.
She had a white, luminous halo, and that was what defined her from the crowd.
Yet.
The saddest person in the whole world.
"I love you... You're everything to me now..."
I brush away a tear. It's no use crying over something that could have been.
It's been eleven years, after all.
But I keep coming back here, to remember the sad lady who meant the world.
In a short time, she meant the world to me.
She replaced something that I've lost, though I was too naïve back then to realize the pain.
Until four years ago.
Out of habit, I tug at my hair.
I had to smile. She used to fuss over this mess.
Maybe that's why I never get haircuts like the usual person.
This imperfection serves a memory.
That's all I have left of her, being my anchor, when at times, I would grieve because her image was starting to blur, and this memory brings her face back.
The people in my life, those who knew her, never spoke a word about her. I love them. But I also hate them for that. I have this fierce sense that I deserved to know anything that they could offer about her. For the past years, ever since I knew that she was really gone, I always felt this chasm within me.
And I feel that the only way to fill this, is to know this woman.
I will have to do this on my own.
I will no longer beg for scraps, as they will only give me dry bones.
Somehow, I have learned that I have a gift.
I can solve puzzles in a heartbeat.
Beat nationally ranked chess players in a few minutes.
Devise plans that can sweep the rug out of any bully's feet before they can even fathom the tugging of the fabrics. Well, it's a no-brainer mostly, since they don't have much in that department to begin with.
And so on.
I can never explain how and why I can do such things.
But that will be a mystery to solve for another time.
I have bigger fish to fry.
My goal is set.
My way is_
*RING*
"Yes?"
Of course, the biggest obstacle is always getting past watchful sentinels whose calibers are way more polished than the student's, no matter how lauded his skills are to other people.
"You went off again. You missed your plane. You wasted a day."
Sentinels who also have a knack of hitting the sure sore spot.
"I'm sorry. I had to visit."
"I know you do. But I never did give up on you despite the highest percentage known to determined men are tagged on your person."
He may not be the most sensitive guy in the planet, but he has a soft spot for me somewhere. I'm sure of this, because he took care of me for a while before, and that tends to leave a mark on the person.
It sure did to me.
"Well, don't worry. I'll be on the next possible plane."
"Good. And, kid."
Ok, he really has to stop calling me that. But I guess I owe him for being a stubborn ass and wasting that prime seat ticket. "Yeah."
"Someday, I hope you realize that what you have now is more than enough, rather than scavenging for ghosts of the past. She sure did."
I try to keep my resentment from my voice. "But look where she is now. The person who left so many questions."
"Yet the reason why you have a great memory to tell you that you're human enough to love, unlike a certain individual who found out too late. Goodbye. I have work to do. Think about it, kid."
The phone was in my pocket before the line went dead, but I caught his words.
Sometimes, he can really grate at me. From my own personal deduction so far, there is a chance that my sentinel wants me to become a successor.
L.
He is the world's greatest detective. The police's last resort, the ultimate trump card of the justice force. But I don't want his name. Not anymore. I want a peaceful life. Uncomplicated. That's what she would have wanted.
It might strike so odd that an orphan such as I would rather look for people who are not in any way blood related to me, instead of my real parents.
At a young age in my life, I've already accepted the fact that I am alone. I never knew my mother and father, hence, despite that this will sound incredibly cruel, I do not feel any attachments to them at all. I wonder about them when I display some traits that catch a slight interest every now and then, but that's just about it.
But she has shown me kindness and love. She's someone I could never let go.
It'll be colder in a while. I don't want to catch a cold. Knowing Mister Sentinel's web of information, he'll definitely be pissed. It won't earn me any brownie points from him, if ever he decides, and if my deduction is correct, to have "the talk".
I look back at the gravestone I've been visiting for ten years. The plot of ground that has caught that one single tear I shed each time I visit. She'll never know how much she meant to me. While the grass withers away with the salty tear, she's lying there, cold and unfeeling.
I walk away with this thought.
Sentinel's right. It's no use hanging unto the past.
But the choice is all up to me in the end.
I will find you.
I promise.
Amane-san...
