CRASH!
Lol – arigatou ichi-chan for your review ) lol I hope that this chapter lets you see another side of Aya )
Perfection
The museum… I gulp… is bigger than what it looks like from the outside – and I mean a lot bigger, but of course, being the idiot that I am, I forgot to take that into consideration and didn't even pay attention to the tour given earlier today to make sure that I didn't get lost when Dark attacked, so… I'm stuck now after coming through the back entrance; I'm lost. This museum's a maze of endless corridors and I don't know which one leads to the Mirror of Faces! Argh! I want to cry. Why can't the police have signs saying: "Hikari art – this way!" but of course, we'd be out of job then if we operated like that.
I growl as I angrily navigate through passageway after passageway, hoping to see anything that seemed familiar to the route I was taken this afternoon, like a pillar saying: "Mirror of Faces" or something equally overt, but… that would be too much to ask for… I laugh shakily as I brush my fingers through chocolate hued locks. I knew I should've listened to the tour guide but the old man was just so boring! His voice was like a constant droning in my ear that I couldn't escape – so repetitive, and dull; I was practically sleepwalking!
Demo… now I'm lost. I'm lost and there's nothing I can do about it…
Fsh.
Huh?
Crack
What the-!
Sh... BANG!
"Ah!" I involuntarily yelp as I jump back. Shimata! The lights have gone out! Kuso! Dark's already here… I glower miserably as I stretch my hands out before me, pitifully trying to feel my way through the dark. How ironic – the kaitou's name and what's surrounding me right now. Absolutely hilarious. Kami-sama must really hate me.
I have to find a wall. There has to be a wall here somewhere – kuso! I'm in a corridor for goodness' sake! There are wall on either side of me – so… so where are they? Why can't I feel anything? I'm sure that I turned right so that I could walk into a wall, but… my hands – they touch nothing.
Iie… my heart's beating too fast.
It feels as if everything's closing in on me…
Oh Kami-sama – I'm finding it harder and harder to breath.
I gasp like a fish out of water, trying hard to fill my lungs with much needed oxygen but my breathing's too shallow and quick. I'm panicking! That's not going to help matters but – calming down during a prelude to a panic attack is slightly harder than taking a few deep breaths when your mind's running away with morbid thoughts of the dark.
Kuso! I need light! This darkness is suffocating!
So throwing all rationality to the wind, I turn and run, hoping to either knock myself out into a wall to end the panic attack or… or… somehow miraculously find the exit, but I think I'm hoping for the former instead of the latter. This is reality, not perception. A door's not going to open itself in front of me filled with light because I want it to. Life's not a fairytale.
The blood's pounding harshly in my ears, deafening as my legs work like clockwork, rushing to wherever they pleased, my head no longer in control. I just need to get out! I need to find light! Or somebody! Anybody! Everything feels so small – so enclosed… oh Kami-sama… I don't want to be alone in the dark! I don't… I don't… I want somebody… anybody to help me… onegai… Kami-sama!
CRASH!
Itai (If the spelling's wrong – gomen)… itai… "ITAI!" I cry, landing hard on my back, sprawled upon the floor after crashing into something positively solid, but not the wall – it was solid, but soft; it had material covering it – clothes? "Itai…" I sniffle, and touch a hand to my cheek. It's damp. I blink. I'm crying? When did that happen?
"Oof," I hear escape the person I had ran into before me, and feeling upon the ground, I crawl to them, feeling considerably better than I had done before. I wasn't alone anymore! Yokatta! "Summimasen!" (AN: spelling?) I quickly say, frowning at how broken my voice sounds. Had I been crying that hard? I can't believe it! I'm seventeen years old and crying because I'm alone in the dark! I don't believe it… "Daijoubu ka?"
"You sound in far worse shape than me," the stranger laughs and I feel my blood begin to boil. "I should be the one asking you: daijoubu?" I 'hmphed' and turned away but then I hear him get up and begin to walk away, my heart clenches and I whip around, striving to grab a wrist or anything. I don't want to be alone again!
"Matte!" I yell desperately; but I don't care about pride right now. I just don't want to be alone in the dark. "Matte, onegai," I whisper, and I hear the footsteps stop abruptly.
"What – are you scared?" the man asks, as if on the brink of laughter, and I feel my eyes prickle. Kuso… why – no how did I become part of the police again? I'm such a cry baby… kuso…
"Yes…" a pregnant silence weighs for a few minutes. Sardonically, I want to laugh. That shut him up. "Hai, I am," I murmur again, disliking the underlying tension that one worded confession had caused, but… I've never been a liar, because that's how much of a perfectionist I am, though of course, I'm not perfect. Boku no baka – honto ni. "I am," I repeat once more before shakily trying to rise to my feet, before promptly falling back down, pain shooting up from my ankle.
Nani? My ankle? I had been running perfectly fine on it a few moments ago… but had I been paying attention as to how and where I'd been running? Iie. I can't believe it – I was so frightened that I hurt myself without realising it, great – now I'm going to have to try to walk upon a possibly sprained ankle.
"What's wrong?"
"My ankle…"
"…" I hear him curse softly under his breath, but his footsteps become louder. He's coming closer? Naze? "Baka," he has no idea how many times a day I call myself that. "Here – let me help," that's when I feel an arm slide around my back and then another under my legs, forcing them to arch at the knees as he carries me. Chotto matte. Carries me! NANDE!
"Iie! Put me down! Put me down!"
"Grr… stop twisting so much or do you want to hurt yourself more?" he snaps impatiently, and like a told off child I quieten, but sulk. "Ch, baka," and with that, I simply remain silent as I let this – this stranger carry me away, but why – why do I feel so safe?
Matte. The Mirror of Faces! Dark! I have to… I have to… eyes – so heavy… naze? I – I can't stay awake… oh… no…
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I hope that this chapter wasn't too bad – wrote it at half ten at night /yawns/ I tend to try and write things before I forget lol, semi-bad habit /laughs/
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