Rain: *head desk* Welcome to the seventh chapter of Faster Than a Bullet. Today's oneshot will be of a tragic story of love and confusion XDD Oh and don't mind my head desk-ing :DD I'm just a bit drained… I hope you'll all enjoy this though!
Disclaimer: Rain does not own Inazuma Eleven. If she did, she'll most probably cause Armageddon in the anime… The OC featured in this chapter belongs to Princess of Flames.
Same building, same school, same people… Flare heaved a sigh as she arrived inside her classroom. The usual gossip and chatter of students echoed about. To still be living until this very moment was her big question to the Creator. Why let her still live if she's merely dying? Why was she even born in the first place?
"Hey," A teen with fiery white hair walked towards her place.
She scoffed to herself, "Gouenji Shuuya, was it? Funny how you just decided to talk to me now…"
Her words may seem all sharp and piercing, but it was true. In spite of being classmates, they've never really gotten know one another, other than knowing each other's name and performance in classes. Can't really blame them though; the two are pretty much the silent types, not really the ones to talk unless completely necessary.
Though one thing that you'd notice from them is the way they stare at each other from afar, admiring one another's trait or ability. The black-haired girl with red streaks was captivated with not only Gouenji's superb athletic ability but also his looks; as for out flame striker, he admired Flare's fiery personality and competitive side. Thing is, that wasn't everything that made the girl stand out from the rest…
"So what do you want?" Flare said, monotonously as she brought out one of her textbooks.
"I heard about you being diagnosed with cardiovascular disease." Gouenji replied frankly.
The girl glared at him with her blood red eyes as she wondered how the guy found out about her condition. So what about it? It's not like he can do anything to help her; the disease is incurable after all. Then she eventually recalled a doctor by the surname Gouenji. That physician must be his father… She thought.
She asked, "So where are you getting at? I've been sick my whole entire life. The doctors say they may have some lead to cure me but they may not make it anyway…"
"I may not be that interested in the field of medicine but I know that it's not only the medicine that will help but the will of the person to live." Gouenji stated.
"Easy for you to say, you're not the one sick."
Despite all that, the whole discussion was later set aside. Both Flare and the fiery white-haired teen later became friends and got along like milk and cookies, though the fact that the girl was sick remained on Gouenji's mind. Was there a way to maybe change her perspective so she still had at least a slight chance to live?
And so, weeks later he brought the topic up yet again. Not really a good idea, huh?
"I thought we were done talking about this?" Flare said with venom in her tone, "No cure, no efficient treatment! I've been screwed since the day I was born."
The flame striker sighed, "Maybe you've been living in the dark for too long. Just because you're ill, doesn't mean you can't enjoy life."
"Oh really?"
"So tell me, if you've been questioning your existence for so long, why haven't you ended it yourself?"
Those words completely shot through her; he was right and made a great point. She could've ended it all or may have requested to be injected with euthanasia years ago… She fell on her knees as her long hair covered her face. Maybe all this time… she's been hiding her will, afraid that her life's thread would be cut any time or day soon. Gouenji then kneeled down and embraced her; he swore he'd hold her burdens with her…
A week since the minor sermon, the two have gotten quite closer to one another. After Flare had watched Raimon's soccer team's practice, Gouenji had decided to escort her back to her place; it wasn't really a problem since the girl's place was just a few blocks away.
Though what they didn't expect was this…
The black haired girl felt her chest throb in big pain. She groaned in agony as she collapsed; Gouenji held her in his arms as he brought his phone out to call an ambulance. But Flare slowly held his hand as a gesture not to; they wouldn't make it in time anyway. She felt her soul slowly slipping off her body…
"Hey…" She started, her voice was hoarse, "Gouenji, t-thanks… even if it was for a while…"
"Ironic how you had to go now…" He said, holding her hand tightly as sorrow showed in his dark eyes.
Flare attempted to smile for his sake; she couldn't bear to see anyone breakdown in spite of her once cold exterior. She whispered the three words she always wanted to say to him, when she realized her feelings. Hearing this, Gouenji leaned forward and caressed Flare's lip slowly yet passionately with his own. They stayed like this until the girl lost her consciousness…
'I love you…'
Rain: And… this is the end of the oneshot! See you all in the next chapter!