So this is chapter 1. Even though NO ONE reviewed, some of you did add it as a favorite or alert. So thank you. Takes place in the middle of GI. And here's the next chappie. Oh and I only own Tori and Leo.
No One's POV:
It was the eighth year since Tori died. It was the eighth time that Shun locked himself away in his room, falling into a solitary depression.
"Shun? Shun, are you there?" Marucho called, "Breakfast is ready." Everyone was worried, shun normally got up before everyone else. No one had seen him since last night.
"Go away, Marucho," came the muffled reply.
"He's probably going emo again," said Dan.
"Huh? What do you mean?" asked Jake.
"Every year Shun locks himself away in his room all day. No one gets in, and he doesn't come out," Dan explained. "Why?" questioned Drago. "Beats me. But when he does come out, his room smells like blood."
The whole group shuddered. Then Fabia spoke up, "sounds to me like he's missing someone he lost. Didn't you say his mother died?"
"Yeah, but he does this every year on the same day. His mother died in July of last year. He's been doing this long before that," Dan replied.
"Hmm. You know, I used to have a friend back in neathia who did the same thing. She would cry her eyes out over a friend she lost a long time ago," Fabia recalled.
"What was her name?" asked Jake.
"She never told anyone. We just called her Kikou (1), because she kept her emotions hidden behind a wall of armor."
Suddenly a bright light filled the room, and a dark figure stepped towards the gang. "Who are you?" shouted Dan.
"I'm looking for Fabia," said a male voice. "Cousin Leonardas!" exclaimed Fabia.
"Who?" asked Marucho. "Leonardas is my cousin, he's from Neathia," She replied. "Indeed. I am a loyal vassal to the Queen and a close friend to Fabia," said Leo. The light faded and revealed another Neathian. "Kikou? Why are you here?" Fabia gasped. The girl looked up her eyes filled with dark determination. "I've had enough of waiting. I wanted to come home. I am not Neathian, I am human. I wanted to come back to earth," said the red-haired, green-eyed, 16-year old.
Shun's POV:
I slid the dagger out of its sheath. I always kept this dagger with me, but not as weapon. I could dimly hear the others downstairs, probably still worrying about me. I didn't care. I only cared about seeing my Tori again. Tori, I had realized long ago that we had been more than friends. Sometimes I still felt her near me; sometimes I had a tiny hope that she wasn't dead at all, which was always tamped down by the cold memory of her and her mother's funerals.
The test of the ancient warriors in the doom dimension hit harder than the fact it was the young version of my mother. That little girl was just like Tori: so sweet that you couldn't help but laugh and such a fierce fighter when it came to her friends. I don't think Oberas knew that when she tested me.
I looked at the dagger in my hand. Could I do this? For Tori? 7 times I'd tried, and 7 times I'd only get a small nick on my neck instead of what I really wanted. Did I love life to much to keep myself from Tori? I felt each of the small scars in my neck from previous attempts. One for each year. Was it time to end this everlasting pain? Or only add a new mark for the passing year? So many questions burned inside me. I had no answers.
Slowly, I brought the knife to my neck.