If Only You Knew the Truth
One thing. Why is the title so long? (As compared to the first chapter which is totally short.) --U It's odd that I just noticed that.
Let's get to the point. I wrote this story like… almost 3 years ago. Cripes, that's a long time. And in that time, I somehow lost my first draft, so I'm writing this completely from memory.
And to be honest, I don't remember a lot of the character's names anymore. It's been that long.
However, I'd like to think that my writing skills have significantly improved over the three years since I've been gone. (If you disagree, humor me, please. :P )
In any case, seeing the reviews people have left me has motivated me to continue this story. (See, reviews are important!) Plus I just realized that I promised my readers a happy ending and never delivered. So without ado, here's the next chapter!
R&R, please. (Do I even have to ask?)
Disclaimer: Never owned Saint Tail, never will. What I do own is the sheer insanity of this plot. :P
It was dark. It wasn't the kind of darkness he was accustomed to. It wasn't the kind of darkness anyone should be accustomed to. Usually, even when the sun was down, even when all the lights were out, there was still the moon to light his way. And when the day of the new moon rolled around, there were always streetlights lit somewhere in the city.
But these weren't normal conditions. No, normal conditions would have seen him at school, once again arguing with Haneoka, forcing himself to sit through the teacher's lectures when all he really wanted was for the night to come so he could pursue Saint Tail once again.
The endless chase. Everyday he would arrive at home, do his homework, and anxiously ask his father if Saint Tail had delivered another calling card. And though he wouldn't admit it, his heart skipped a beat whenever his father answered "Yes." He was falling in love with the person who, for all intents and purposes, was his nemesis.
He was a detective, she was a thief. Even if her stealing was often revealed to be for good, it was still against the law. It was an odd love, for sure. But he had accepted it, admitted it to him self, however reluctantly.
Yet recently…something had changed. Someone else had been making his heart beat faster, his face feel redder. Someone he would never have suspected. Meimi Haneoka, his classmate, his friend, his grade-school enemy.
He couldn't understand it. Why was he suddenly so drawn to her, to both of them? It was a question that plagued his thoughts constantly. But on that night…everything suddenly became clear to him.
He hadn't really been attracted to Saint Tail. All along, his feelings were only for Haneoka. The only reason why he had felt for Saint Tail was because she reminded him of his love.
Yet if he could have gone back, if he could change time… he wouldn't care if he never found out who she really was.
If it meant she could go on living, he didn't mind being ignorant forever.
'Meimi… why did you do it? Why did you protect me?' he thought sadly.
He couldn't see anything except black, no matter where he turned. He couldn't feel anything, no matter how he reached out-not even his own body. 'What's happened to me? Where am I?'
In a fit of sorrow, he had grabbed the dagger and plunged it into his chest, hoping to follow his Meimi to the world of the dead if he had to. 'The world of the dead? What a joke. What was I thinking?' he thought to himself with a bitter chuckle. 'I bet Meimi would scold me if she knew I had killed myself for her.'
'I can almost hear her now, her angry voice, her eyes flaming with indignation,' he recalled fondly the many times they had fought. It was never serious between them- always just playful bantering. Deep inside, they knew they didn't really mean the words they said. Well, he didn't, at least. She was a different story. You never could tell what Haneoka was going to say.
"You baka, Asuka Jr! I can't believe you!" He smiled as he imagined her voice once again. It seemed so real… it was so painful.
The darkness was starting to lift, the feeling coming back to his limbs. And as he regained his sight, his eyes were greeted by a familiar sight. A sight he thought he'd never see again.
That familiar velvet outfit, that beautiful silky ponytail…
"Meimi?"
Tired now. :P
I wrote this all in one go. See how devoted I am, once I set my mind to it? (Yeah right! Even I don't believe my excuses.)
Well anyways, I'll try to update soon.
