Chapter 4.
Kyo's POV-
Turning around to face whatever noise I had just heard, I found myself face to face with a girl.
"What the hell?" I said in total shock.
"Oh, I-i'm just… nobody." The unknown girl said, slowly backing out of my room.
"So, if your just nobody, what the hell are you doing in my room?" I asked questionably, getting off the bed and walking closer to her, for one I wanted to get a better look at her, and two, only to intimidate this girl. There was something oddly familiar about her, but I could ponder of that later. Now, I really needed to know how she got in the house.
"Aren't you supposed to be at school?" She said in a mocking tone. Hilarious; she was in no position to mock me.
"Ditched. And what about you? Oh. I see. I bet your one of Yuki's fan girls who totally stalks him twenty-four seven. Just FYI, breaking and entering a house is a felony. It's called trespassing." I said, still walking towards her as she stumbled back.
"Wait, Yuki has fan girls?" She asked, somewhat confused.
"Well, you do not go to our school. Or you have just been living under a rock." I said.
"No, I… It's just that Yuki doesn't really sound like the types to have fans…" She drifted off, narrowing her eyes at something behind me.
Wondering what it could be that had caught her attention, I automatically turned around, just as the girl sped off down the hallway. Shocked, I briefly thought of chasing after her, but she was probably out the front door and away with the wind by now.
Amaryllis' POV-
I wondered what the orange-haired boy would do if I told him about the attic, and my encounter with Yuki yesterday. Probably he would have freaked and shouted it out to the world, earning punishment from Akito. Best I stay away from him.
As I reached the stairway leading up to the attic, I reliesed my heart was beating and fluttering like mad. I had just done the most exhilarating thing in my life.
I creaked open the door, making sure not to close it fully so that I could go get some of that delicious-smelling food later on. Lying down on my bed, I tried to start reading a fresh new pile of books that had appeared yesterday morning.
She ran through the forest, running constantly from those evil creatures, she ran. She ran until-
My concentration was fading. Reading was suddenly a very hard task, as it didn't seem at all real now. Not now, when I had experienced my first words outside the constant wooden door.
Akito's POV-
I can't just keep getting Hatori to erase everybody's memories. No, screw that. I can do whatever I want. But I don't want to touch Amaryllis' brain, and I've erased too much of Kyo's past already. Then again, he might tell everyone.
I sighed aloud. Where did Kureno get to again? I need a drink. I should probably get someone to make some food for Amaryllis. As well as change the locks on her door. I will make sure nobody touches my Amaryllis, if it's the last thing I do. Well, until I want them to touch her.
Amaryllis' POV-
That night, as I lay in my decomposing mattress, I thought about my final request to Yuki. It was getting late, and I was starting to think that he wasn't going to come. Maybe he just forgot. Maybe he found it too weird that a girl was locked away just above his head, and wanted to have nothing to with me. But I needed him. I needed someone other than that damn Akito. I needed a life.
I guess that's the thought that got me up out of bed and through my door yet another time that day. It was dark outside the small circle of light that my lamp provided. I stumbled down the stairs, which yesterday I didn't even know existed. Um, where did Yuki sleep? That was a big flaw in my plan. I definitely didn't want to go waking up anybody else, like that orange-haired boy. He was far too loud for my liking earlier in the day, in the night he would wake up everybody in Japan. Well, I definitely wasn't about to go up back to my attic now. I would just have to find out which is Yuki's room by trial and error.
Ten minutes later, I had looked in three different rooms. No Yuki, just an odd selection of people. I managed not to wake anybody though, which I was incredibly grateful for.
The fourth door I came to, I went through the same procedure I did for the other rooms. I silently opened the door, wedging my body in the gap so that I could see if anybody was lying on the bed. It was no different from the other rooms; a small body tucked under the covers. I tip-toed across the room, gently lifting the sheet of the body's face.
A pair of dark blue eyes stared up at me.