Hah, I just can't stop playing "Persona 3". Do you know that game? *looks around hopefully* Huh? Anybody?
(And so, you all know the disclaimer. I'm sorry, but I'm getting lazy to put it.)
Amy POV
A few days later, I've forgotten about Kurt the Cheater, and I was smiling to myself while thinking about Dan's dream (he told us during breakfast).
~breakfast, around six-thirty in the morning~
"Isabel Kabra said, 'You are pathetic, Daniel. You will never be a ninja.' Then I said, 'Oh yeah? Take this! And that! And this and that and this and that and voila!"
~end of statement~
I didn't realize I bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry," I said, but when I looked up, I saw Kurt staring back at me.
"Hey, Amy," he said, smiling. "How's it going?"
"Ah, fine. Listen, I have to go." I began to walk past him, but he caught my wrist and spun me back to him.
"Amy, Danielle broke up with me. I just wanted to apologize."
"Kurt, you yourself said that 'we're over'," I reminded, yanking my wrist free.
I thought I saw sadness in his eyes, but I must've been hallucinating. "Please, give me another chance," he begged.
"I don't think she will," Ian Kabra purred behind him, with his signature smirk and his amber eyes glinting.
"This is none of your business," Kurt snapped.
"Oh, it is. I'm Amy's boyfriend now. You just traded the most wonderful girl in the world for someone who's… nobody," Ian said, choosing his last word carefully and coming to stand beside me.
"That's not true!" Kurt said angrily. Then he looked at me, eyes wide and pleading for another chance.
But I shook my head. "No, Kurt. It is true. So I'm telling you now, we are over." I walked away.
I knew Kurt tried to go after me, but Ian stopped him. "Ah, I wouldn't do that if I were you," Ian told him. "I know her better than you do, and I'm not joking when I say she'll rip your head off if you chase her."
"So, how did confronting Kurt feel?" Ian asked as we went into the café to wait for Dan.
"Great," I said with a smile.
He smiled back, one of those rare smiles that really lights up his face and even makes his eyes sparkle like real amber. "That's good. Since you're going to be the next Madrigal leader, you'll need to practice. But only do that when it's really necessary."
"Like you?" I asked innocently.
"Ah, I'm a different story. I'm a Lucian, and in my branch, somebody's always confronting somebody."
"Really?"
"Yes," he sighed. "For example… Isabel and Vikram—they're always confronting people head-on, telling them to be perfect." He flinched.
I knew how hard it was to talk about your parents while fighting back the urge to call them by their first names. "And what I said the other night, I wasn't joking. You and Natalie can come to the manor."
He nodded. "I know. I'll ask her if she wants to. But are you sure it's okay…?"
"Of course it is! Uncle Fiske suggested it, anyway," I assured him. "Think about it, okay? Then tell me later on the chat. Nellie's here."
"Sure, love," he said, smirking.
I rolled my eyes. "When will you—"
"Never," he interrupted, chuckling. "Go on. We'll talk later."
"So, what did he say?" Dan asked.
"He'll ask Natalie about it first, then he'll tell me later on Cahill Chat," I said.
Uncle Fiske nodded. "Alright," he said.
Suddenly, his phone rang. He took it out of his pocket and put it on speaker, because a Madrigal agent was on the line.
"Fiske Cahill speaking," Uncle Fiske said.
"Haven't you heard the news, Fiske?" Nellie asked worriedly. "Kurt—you know, Kurt—was stabbed!"
My eyes grew wide. "What?" I said in disbelief.
"It's true! He didn't commit suicide—only a really depressed psycho would—someone charged him."
Dan and I exchanged worried glances. Our eyes said the same thing: Vespers.
"When did this happen?" Uncle Fiske demanded.
"Twenty minutes ago, while he was walking home," Nellie replied. "Hurry, hurry, hurry!"
Dan, Uncle Fiske, and I got out of our car and into the Madrigal stronghold in Cahill Manor's secret wing.
"What happened?" Uncle Fiske demanded.
"I told you, Kurt was stabbed," Nellie said.
"Any idea who?" Dan asked.
All the Madrigal agents present looked at each other, some turning pale, some going wide-eyed, and some mouths dropping with audible pops!
"Vespers, dweeb," I said.
"Oh. Okay. Sorry." He looked away sheepishly and scratched his head.
"It's alright, Dan," Uncle Fiske said. "Were you able to find Kurt?"
"Yes," Nellie said. Some agents came forward, carrying Kurt on a stretcher. His breathing was labored, like it took all of his strength to breathe. They set the stretcher down on the floor, and Kurt opened his eyes.
"Where am I?" he croaked. Then his eyes locked on me. "Amy?"
I stepped back and bumped into someone. "It's okay, love," Ian said. I felt his hands on both of mine. "I'm here with Natalie."
"Hi, Amy," Natalie whispered.
"Oh, hi," I said, still looking at Kurt in shock.
"Have you tried treating his wounds?" Uncle Fiske asked.
"They're too deep," an agent said. "We tried, but…"
"Forget I asked." My (and Dan's) great-uncle knelt beside Kurt's stretcher. "Who did this to you, Kurt? Can you describe your attacker?"
"A-a-ah… black trench coat, couldn't… s-see face." His breathing became shallow and rapid.
I turned away. Even if I hated him, I still couldn't bear to see him in pain. I buried my face in Ian's chest, and I felt him embrace me.
A minute later, I risked a look over my shoulder. Kurt's eyes were closed, and he'd gone pale and still.
Uncle Fiske nodded, and the same agents who brought the stretcher in brought it back out.
Two days later (Saturday) was the weekend-long gathering. The Kabras, Holts, Starlings, and Jonah Wizard came over to Cahill Manor for a full day of water balloon fights, tag, hide-and-seek, and truth or dare. But this gathering, we'd be investigating about why the Vespers attacked Kurt.
We were in the yard, sitting on the grass in a wide circle. Dan, Hamilton, and the Starlings had laptops (trying to hack into the Vesper database) and the rest of us were debating on the hypotheses we came up with.
"Yo, ya think they got him 'coz he wasn't cool enough?" Jonah asked.
"No, that's nonsense," Natalie said. "And I can't understand a word you're saying, so please don't use your gangster speech."
"Sure thing, Natalie," he said, flashing his famous grin.
"That's better," she muttered.
I tilted my head back and stared at the clear blue sky. "So, what do you think is the real reason?" I asked. "Because I honestly don't know."
Ian frowned. "I think the Vespers got the news late. By the time they were told that you and Kurt were together, you already broke up. So I'm guessing they were trying to eliminate all those people who are associated with us, or Amy, in this case."
All of us (not including Dan, Ham, and the Starlings) thought about Ian's statement.
"I agree, not just because I'm Ian's sister," Natalie said.
"We second the motion," Reagan and Madison said in unison.
Jonah nodded and clapped Ian on the back. "You can be a detective sometime, you know?" he chuckled.
"I don't think so," Ian said.
They all looked at me, and I realized I was the only one who hadn't spoken. "What Ian said is really possible," I said quietly, nodding. "I agree."
"All right. Let's go tell Fiske," Ian said. "But first, Amy, can I talk to you for a minute?"
"Sure," I said.
Ian ran a hand through his tousled black hair. For once, he looked really uncomfortable.
"Is everything okay, Ian?" I asked.
"Well, I'd like to tell you that Natalie agreed to your offer, and that she's really grateful. But can you help us get back to London?" he said.
"Of course," I said.
He sighed with relief. "Then my sister will probably stop talking about how much she misses her clothes…"
"I'm sure she will. You can ask Uncle Fiske about that later," I said.
"Thanks. Oh, and, Amy?"
"Yes?"
He took a deep breath. "How can you be so nice to me and Natalie even after all the nasty things we've done to you during the Clue Hunt?"
I smiled. "The past is history. I'm optimistic."
Ian stepped forward and winked. "That, I believe." His arms snaked around my waist, pulling me closer to him.
Somehow my hands made it to the back of his neck. We stayed like that, staring into each other's eyes, jade green and amber.
"Ian, d-do you… love me?" I whispered.
He smiled, and instead of answering, he kissed me.
And all of a sudden, we heard a MEEEEOOOOOWWWW!
I pulled away and saw a white cat with bright blue eyes staring up at me and Ian, swishing its tail. "Mrow," it said.
Ian swore, making me laugh. "You have a cat?" he said in surprise.
"We take turns taking care of it. Her name's Marie," I said, crouching down and picking her up. She purred contentedly when I stroked her fur. "Why don't you try holding her?"
"No thank you," he said quickly.
"She's harmless," I promised.
"Meow," Marie agreed.
He raised an eyebrow but extended a hand and touched her head. She meowed again and closed her eyes, rubbing her head against his hand.
"See?" I said.
Then we heard a MRRRP!
"Saladin?" Ian was really surprised now. "Seriously..."
Our Egyptian Mau was looking at Marie.
I smiled and set her down. "Saladin's quite fond of her, so we let her in sometimes. So now you've really touched a cat."
He chuckled. "Since when did you become a cat whisperer, love?"
"I'm not the cat whisperer. It's Dan. He goes mrrrp all the time, in a perfect imitation of Saladin," I said.
"Now the problem is how to convince Natalie that cats are harmless," he murmured.
WHOOOOOOOOOO! I'm done! !
*after calming down from hyper mode to "CHILL" mode…*
Okay, so this is the last chapter. Sorry if you were expecting something longer, but no, it's only short. But don't you worry, because I'm working on a multi-chapter song-fic story (I'm rewriting "Some Special Songs". Three of my awesometastic friends in will be in it, along with me! So keep an eye out for the rewritten edition of "Some Special Songs"!
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