Hi! I feel crazy because I'm trapped in the house with the flu watching Boy Meets World. If I see Ben Savage spazz out one more time I will die!
Chapter 4
~Roxas~
I don't get paid enough for this job.
Right now, I'm attempting to bandage the very many wounds I've gotten, thanks to Naminé, as well as some new ones obtained by trying to sneak away from Xion and getting pushed out of a tall tree by a really big and really angry bird-of-indistinguishable-spieces.
I'm in my dad's apartment. It's strange, when I had dragged my injured and muddy self to the apartment the doorman didn't say anything when I drifted past him. I got on the elevator and went up to floor thirteen. I counted the doors to seven.
On a hunch, I pulled out my old key and tried it in the lock.
It worked! I went inside (didn't bother to close the door) and flopped down on the old green couch. It let out a puff of dust before the legs collapsed underneath it. I trudged back into the kitchen and found the well-used First Aid Kit.
That's where I am now, in the kitchen.
I'm sore and achy, all I want to do is sleep. But I know I won't be able to sleep in so much pain. I wish I had the medication from the hospital.
I'm about to resort to banging my head on the wall when I hear a low, "Woof."
I turn and see the wolf sitting behind me, a little white bottle in his mouth. I take it and, upon realizing what it is, lurch forward and hug him.
"Thank you thank you thank you!" I run to the kitchen, stick my head under the faucet, get a mouthful of water and take about eight pills. I make an attempt to stagger to my bedroom.
Two steps later I'm unconscious on the floor.
~Xion~
Everything is great.
Riku and I are walking down the sidewalk, my hand in his. It's pretty late and getting dark, but we don't really even pay attention.
At one point I got curious and ask, "Riku, why did you bring me here?"
He is still looking off in the distance when he says, "I don't know. I just thought you'd like it."
I grin a little and squeeze his hand. "Well...I do. Thank you, Riku."
I look over and see him smiling.
Then, I hear footsteps and someone puts their arm around my neck and a gun to my head. Whoever it is pushes Riku forward, almost making him fall.
"Give me all the money you got or your girlfriend dies." He growls, his voice seemed oddly familiar. It sounds like a boy around my age. An impatient and all-around irritated-sounding boy about my age. I turn my head a little and see the boy is wearing a black helmet with a complete black plastic face mask.
Riku takes out his wallet, shows the guy the money like he said and gives it to the boy.
The thief lets me go. I run back to Riku's side and hold on to him tightly. The boy opposite starts backing away, his small black gun still pointed at us. Then, he trips the tiniest bit and pulls the trigger.
Everything is moving in slow motion.
"Xion!" I hear Riku shout as the boy falls back against the brick wall. Riku flashes in front of me, guarding me, protecting me.
Suddenly, his body goes rigid and he falls to the side, clutching his stomach.
I scream and kneel next to him. "Riku! S-stay awake! D-don't...n-no..."
The boy is standing over us, the weapon grasped tightly in his hand. He takes a few steps back.
"I-I'm sorry!" He throws the weapon down.
"I'm sorry!" He turns and runs away.
I whip out my phone and call 9-11.
"Hello this is 9-11, what's your emergency?" A woman asks.
My emergency. Like I own it. My emergency.
"M-my boyfriend...he was shot. It's bad." I sob.
"Ok, sweetheart calm down. Tell me where you are."
I do and she tells me an ambulance is being 'dispatched.'
I stroke Riku's hair out of his eyes and mutter how everything will be alright.
I feel like a liar.
Finally, I hear the sound of sirens approaching. The ambulance pulls up next to us and three men in green and white outfits put Riku on a stretcher and load him into the back of the vehicle. I'm still sitting on the sidewalk when they take him away.
A police car drives up next. The man inside has almost fake-looking blonde hair in layers, the longest layer went down his back in a thin ponytail, almost giving the impression of a tail.
He walks up to me and asks me if I have a way to get home. I tell him no, and he puts his hand on my shoulder and steers me to his car. I sit in the passenger seat and buckle my seatbelt as the young officer does the same.
"My name is Zidane." The man says.
A/N: Ha! I made Zidane a police officer! Ironic, isn't it?
"My name's Xion Bito." I tell him numbly.
"Ok, Xion. I'm gonna ask you a few questions," he shifts the gear into drive.
"Just answer them as best as you can." I nod.
"Ok, what is your affliction with the boy that got shot?"
I sniff. "He's my boyfriend."
He nods. "What's his name?"
"R-Riku. Crescent. Riku Crescent."
The rest of the ride is in silence, that is, until Zidane gets a call on his radio.
I can't understand what it is saying, it just sounds like gibberish!
"Ok, yeah...I'll check it out. Ok..." He says.
He looks at me. "There's an emergency at an apartment complex on the other side of town. I gotta go check it out, see how bad it is...sorry."
I blink. "W-what kind of emergency?" I look forward. "Ah! Keep your eyes on the road!" I scream as we nearly ram into a FedEx truck.
Zidane jerks at the wheel before that can happen, though.
Crisis averted.
"Um...back to your other question um...I'm not sure. I just know it's an injury situation, and it's a teenager."
I turn white. That means it could be a suicide attempt. Maybe not an attempt...maybe a succession.
We drive for a while until a big, grey apartment building looms in front of us. Zidane parks, makes sure his gun is loaded, tells me to stay (like I'm gonna follow him) and runs into the apartment.
I tap my fingers nervously on the console. A few minutes later Zidane runs back out, looking only slightly less calm than before. He pulls the driver's door open and says into the little radio on the dash board, "We've got a possible 10-56. Ambulance needed."
He looks at me. "Everything's fine."
I highly doubt it.
Very soon, an ambulance appears. Two men and two women in blue and white uniforms rush into the apartment then back out carrying someone on a stretcher. I stretch to see who it was and I swear my blood stops pumping.
It's the boy.
I press my face against the window as they hurry past. His face is pale and his hands clutch at his collar, like it's choking him.
Zidane swings back into the car. "Z-Zidane?" I ask.
"Hm?" He starts the car.
"W-what's a 10-56?"
He sits back in his seat. "Attempted suicide."
Suicide? Why would he..?
"W-we're going to the hospital, right?"
He nods and backs out onto the road. "Yeah, and don't worry,"
The car starts moving forward. "I'm sure your boyfriend will be fine."
Boyfriend? He's not my-oh. I feel like an idiot.
I don't say anything until we get to the hospital.
X
Who is the thief? Have I killed Riku? Perhaps perhaps...oh and I want to make it clear that Xion's dad is Beat from The World Ends With You (which I have not played) and that Roxas did not try to kill himself. He just didn't pay attention to the number of pills he took-the idiot. Jk jk, I love Roxas :P
Until next time...g'bye!