I'm coming for you.
Open up.
I'm coming.
Soon.
I cried out.
"Is something wrong Dusk-san?" The teacher asked. I was aware of the whole class looking at me.
"Nothing, just dropped something." I lied.
The teacher went back to teaching the class.
Shit, that was close.
"Are you alright, Rowan?" Yuki asked me, worry plastered on her face.
"Everything's fine." I whispered back calmly. I was an expert in keeping my emotions in control. Too bad I couldn't say the same for my dreams.
I doodled on my scrap book. To my horror, I'd realized that I'd absent mindley drawn a pair of eyes, looking helplessly through bars.
I quickly rubbed it out, then realizing that I'd drawn it in pen. I ripped it out of my notebook and put it in the bin.
It was my fault he was dead.
I should have been there and at least tried to have picked the lock.
I could have- I should have- There were so many things I could have done to prevent his death.
And I did nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Ah well. That's what I'm good at doing I guess.
Yuki's pov.
I was worried about Rowan. Ever since the end of class, she's been as passive as ever.
She won't even answer you with words anymore. Just nods or shrugs. She doesn't express any emotion too. Wait, she's always not expressing emotion.
She used to be...different though. Mischiveous and cunning. A bit of a big mouth too. Someone who, instead of consoling you if your boyfriend dumped you, but go up to him and say, "It's cos you're gay, isn't it?"
That was Rowan. I think she still had a bit of badassness in her. But it was expressed without emotion. Like, before she would kick your ass and smirk, now she would just kick your ass with a poker face.
I'm going to have to ask her what's wrong.
Maybe I should think of something to make her happier.
Ah Hah! I've got it.
I'll take her to town!
I was just going to tell her this, when she looked at me and said, "I'm going to the library. See you at 6." She looked...bored, but tense.
Well, she was talking again I guess.
"Cya."
"Bye." Came her quiet reply as she gave a wave, already walking away.
"She seems... Sad." Yori told me.
"I know. Ever since the end of class she's been looking sad."
We walked to our room, dropping the subject and chatting about something else.
Rowan worries me.
It's like, there's this cold wall surrounding her, and none of us can breach it. We can do whatever we want, and it won't come down. Because, it was built by an impossibly strong force.
Anger, hatred and sadness mixed together.
Rowan's pov.
Library, library. Ah ha! There it is.
I opened up the big doors, only to come face to face with a grand piano.
This was the Music Room!
I wanted to whack myself on the head.
I looked at the piano. It was beautiful. Just sitting there, waiting for someone to play it.
I went over to it, hitting a key. It sounded through the room, clear and pure. I slowly sat down.
I used to play the piano. Along with the chinese guitar and the flute.
It was the chinese guitar I loved the best.
I looked around the room, looking for one. My eyes eventually rested on one. I plain brown one.
But playing the piano wouldn't hurt.
I tested my fingers on the keys. my fingers were long and smooth, perfect for the instruments I play.
I played the tune from one of my favourite anime's, D.N Angel, called Frozen Flower. It was a sad tune, sad and sweet.
I held the last key, a high b, and listened to it sound continuously. I slowly lifted my finger off.
I saved best for last.
I picked up the chinese guitar. It was small, the size of a violin you could say. maybe a bit bigger. And they were elegantly carved, the top curved.
I played my favourite piece, it was impossibly sad, and tender. (A/N: The theme from Bleach inspired me for this one. The one when someone dies, or when something sad happens. the string music one. e.g. When Bakuya almost kills Abarai. The music that plays then.)
"You play well." Came an arrogant, reluctant to admit voice from the doorway.
I jumped.
"I'm guessing you were playing that sad piece on the piano too." He guessed.
"What do you want, Aido?" I asked.
"I want to ask you something."
"Go away." I whispered, putting down the guitar.
"No! I'm here to ask you something. What are you to Kaname-sama?" Aido cried, over reacting, "I saw him inspect you!"
"You're voice pisses me off." I bluntly answered.
I got up, and walked out the door, passing him. I didn't even glance back at his shocked face, though it would have been worth it. That was one of those camera moments. Paste his shocked, spluttering face all over the internet.
I went up to my room. Using the stairs this time. I didn't feel like using the window.
I opened the door and sat down on my bed, looking at my hands.
"You want to know what I am?" I whispered to no one in particular, sensing someone by the window.
"That would be nice to know." Came a bored voice from the window.
"Why are you here, Shiki?" I asked, not even bothering to look at him.
"I heard some music playing. That was you, wasn't it?" He was avoiding the question.
"Yes." I didn't press him. I didn't really care what he did. He could do what he wanted.
"So, you play the piano and the chinese guitar, right?"
"And the flute." I said, in my bored whispery tone.
"Interesting..." He dropped the subject.
I turned to look at him then, planning to ask him a question, when I saw the colour of his eyes.
Grey Blue.
"He's dead."
"No. He can't be!" I looked at the one Keeper that had shown me kindness here. He looked very grave.
"He's almost there. There's nothing I can do."
I pushed past him, racing up the stairs.
I went to his cell.
"Drake, Drake!" I frantically called, reaching through the bars of his cell.
"Here." came his weak reply. He reached his hands out to me.
"Drake. Please, don't die." I pleaded.
"Rowan, I can finally escape." he whispered, smiling. "Here, take this." He reached up to his neck and pulled off a chain.
"Keep it safe."
I took it through the bars.
It was a silver chain, and on it, was a small wired cage, in the shape of a raindrop. It caged a grey blue stone, also the shape of a raindrop.
"It's like me. Caged up. But now, I'll be free." He told me, his voice getting weaker and weaker.
I could only watch as his grey blue eyes lost their life, looking at me through the bars.
I was enraged.
I'd killed many that night. Freeing the other shapeshifters trapped there.
But, that image always haunted me.
Grey blue eyes staring up at me through the bars.
"Dusk-san!" My eyes opened to someone shaking me. "Are you alright?"
I reached my hand to his face, gently tracing under one of his eyes.
"Yeah. I'm alright." I pulled my hand back, straightening up.
Yeah, I wish.
R&R!