Part 2, it's finally up! :D Still having a writer's block for AOOTMIS so it'll take a while. I'm gonna draw a doujinshi and then put it up on my dA sometime, hopefully, soon. Also, you may have noticed that Ellen's a really mean girl in my fic. That's because she was fashioned slightly after me; though I'm less polite and melodramatic. I'm more like… Kanda; which is why I have that nickname! Ah yes, Wacko with nickname usage, my teacher could hardly understand who was who!
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Warning - Lenalee bashing.
Shot One—Look at Me
Summary—Ellen is injured. And when Kanda simply refuses to pay attention, there's going to be some dire consequences. KanFemAre, Ellen's POV, death-fic.
Part 2
We had an early start the next morning as we were a little behind schedule due to a certain someone who kept on freezing and fainting. On a wonderful side note however, I was perfectly and safely away from my certain dreaded time of the month; to God be the glory.
Lenalee's teeth chattered uncontrollably in the morning chill. I puffed out my breath in annoyance; she really needed to know how to plan to wear something other than those things that she called clothes. They were more like… underwear! Seriously, it was that pathetic. No wonder Komui fears for her 'innocence'.
Enough about her, this is about me, isn't it? (self-glorification, lol) Anyway, I too, am cold, freezing in fact. Part of the reason why I'm cold is because I was kind and nice enough to lend (shove into face with insults) Lenalee my beautifully warm, woolly, snuggly scarf which she was, at that moment, leaving disgusting yellowy-green snot all over it; clumping the hand-knitted article of winter clothing into a solid block of frozen mucus. After which, she actually had the nerve to pull it off, push it back to my face and say, "Um, Ellen? You look cold; maybe you should have this back. Although, it isn't very warm. It feels like you had put it in the freezer before we set off. I'm not sure if it'd be of much help to you."
'Oh really now? Perhaps I would have been snuggled nicely into its once unfrozen, warm woolliness and have been nicely warm should I not have had to pass it to you. Now look at what you've done! My scarf's nothing but a block of solid snot that might I remind you came from your wretched nose! And you dare tell me it's my fault my scarf isn't effective anymore? Well excuse me for trying to be nice for once!' screeched my inner-Ellen.
Instead, I gave her a poisonously sweet smile and gritted out, "No, please do keep it. You seem to need it more than I do, Lenalee-san." She didn't take the hint, huggled me, and ran around in three humongous circles shouting 'thank you'. Worst part is, when she hugged me, her snot was flowing out like a waterfall onto my shoulder. Magically, it had become sticky and gooey and slimy and all… snot-like when I tried to get it off. It just simply refused to leave my being without leaving a trail of slime behind. Then I had to watch her return to freezing the thawing scarf all over again with her icky snot machinegun.
Oh blasted joy.
It hurt, oh by God it hurt. The cold blizzard wind wasn't making things any better. It was reopening, blood was dripping out of whatever had already opened, the crimson liquid quickly staining my shirt. The wound was slowly torn open by the invisible, ruthless hands off the wind, and each inch was pure agony. I watched in horror as a single droplet dripped onto the snow, staining the pure white to deadly red. More soon followed, spilling forth from both my front and back. My head began throbbing, and I squinted into the blizzard landscape. Nothing but silent white, a cold that would no doubt freeze me to death; snow that would no doubt bury out of sight of anyone who tried to find me. Hopeless.
'Never stop walking, Ellen. Isn't that what you've been living by?'
"I know, Mana would want me to try. To pick myself up, to overcome the pain; stand up and forge ahead, to catch up with the others, to survive…"
'Then why aren't you doing that? Don't you want to fulfill Mana's last wish?'
"I want to, but… Ugh!" Pain burst forth from my chest, my vision began to go red…
'But what, Ellen?' Blood streaked before me, like a beckoning path. I dropped to my knees, my heartbeat in my head.
"But… I can't…"
The young exorcist fell forward, right hand clutching her chest where the akuma bullet had pierced her heart three days ago. Her left hand began to glow a mysterious green, as did her wound. Out of the bloody fountain, green particles of what seemed like glowing dust began to float slowly outwards, drifting lazily towards the left arm, before settling into the appendage. The arm then broke off from the girl's motionless body.
"If he'd seen, he'd have known, right? He… didn't look… at… m-…"
Kanda maintained a healthily large distance between himself and the other girl, making sure to go nowhere near her borrowed, and now snotty, scarf or her nose. He grumbled slightly; Komui had been very unspecific, merely saying that they'd have to cross this certain ice sheet and somewhere around there, should be innocence.
He stifled a distressed sigh. Lately, he had been ignoring Ellen, after that incident. They had confessed their feelings for each other the day before that happened and they both knew the invisible boundaries that still existed between them and kept to them, not daring to cross the line. When Lavi had heard of their new relationship however, he had spread the news to the entire Order, especially Jerry and his team of cooks. So much so that it had become a full-blown party held in the cafeteria. Ellen really did eat like a ravenous pig, a somewhat dainty and beautiful one but a ravenous pig nevertheless.
Their drinks must have been spiked, there was no other explanation on why Kanda would have behaved so uncharacteristically lustful that night.
This time, he really let out a soft, exasperated sigh. He shut his eyes to moisten them; the blizzard wind had dried them until they felt sore. He listened to the sound of snow softly crunching away beneath his heavy leather boots, glad that Lenalee had finally fallen silent for once; had she frozen up again? He frowned slightly as the snow adopted a more squelchy tone, like thick liquid had been poured over the snow and had not been left to settle in for very long. He cracked a narrow eye open and blinked both at the pink tinge of the previously white snow. The pinkness was spreading downhill and the spot that he had stepped on was becoming considerably redder, darker, more sinister…
Blood.
"Oh fuck no… Ellen!"
The Japanese teen turned on his heel and raced back into the snow, the blizzard once again picking up. The Chinese girl was following him too, all business but still confused; the man had just used Ellen's name… (Lenalee had been away in a different mission when Lavi set up the celebration. When she returned, nobody bothered to fill her in on what had happened.)
Halfway up the hill, Lenalee fainted from frostbite.
"Ellen! Where are you! Ellen, oi! Che, MOYASHI!!" he called as he followed the trail of blood that just seemed to go on forever. She's already bled this much, she can't be… no… Oh Gods, please tell me that she isn't… not yet!
He continued to race up the mountain side, fighting against the strong winds that threatened to throw him off the tracks at any time. Already some parts of the trail were covered in snow.
Kanda panted for breath as he reached the end of the trail; no Ellen. He looked around in a panicked frenzy, trying to work out where the trail might have last ended. The snow here… it's… slightly lower than over here… Shit, she's buried under the snow!
He dug ferociously, his hopes heightened every so often when he found a patch of blood-stained snow. But when he reached his true goal, he broke.
"Oh Kami… Ellen? Ellen… you can't be dead… you don't die, you're practically immune to death! Ellen? O-Oi..," he whispered in disbelief, shock lacing his words as he stared, frozen, at the still form upon the ground.
"Yu… I…Kan…"her voice was painfully raspy, some blood that had dried and crusted at the sides of her mouth crackled ominously as she spoke, "Inno…cen…ce…"
Slowly, her detached left hand uncurled, revealing a shimmering green cube, two gears revolving endlessly around it; Innocence. But at that moment, Kanda Yu could have cared less for the glowing stone.
"Ellen! Oh my god, you're alive," he whispered, voice shaking ever so slightly, "I'll call the Order, and tell them it's an emergency. Please, don't die on me, please don't…"
"Kan…da… You're… crying? I never… saw you as one… to shed tears."
"Ellen… don't… don't leave me…" Kanda wept bitterly, his native tongue used subconsciously as he was taken over by grief.
"Take the Innocence and go, Kanda," her voice weak yet firm; a command, not a request, "People die all the time… am I… not right?"
"Ellen? Oi, Ellen… ELLEN!!"
"Kanda-kun, you really should eat something or at least, get some sleep. I know you're grieving but, I don't think Ellen would have liked you to neglect your own needs like that. Kanda-kun?"
"…"
"Very well then; I shall take my leave."
Kanda frowned, his face gaunt and grief-stricken. His usually abyss-blue eyes a mere glassy gray as he stared with a wry grin at Ellen's face. Her coffin was beautiful and elaborately white, a glass piece was over face for others to see her serenely calm features, never to once again be disturbed by the earthly world.
"Konbanwa, Exorcist-san! Want to bring little Ellen back, Kanda-pon?"
Kanda's grin widened, he looked almost crazed.
"Sure, Millennium Earl, by all means… give Ellen back to me…"
Oh my God, at first I wanted Kanda to kill himself to join Ellen but then… BAM! The story wrote the rest of itself out. I swear, it was going on in movie-mode in my head! Kanda was sca~ary~… I have no idea what my next shot will be, so there will most probably be no updates any time soon. BTW, the chapter itself is 1589 words! Yahoo!
Ciao!
Hana
