Hey! Thanks for the reviews so far! At the moment I'm in sunny Cumbria which has the Lake District in it... Surprisingly it's not that boring… going to go horse riding later – might meet Dino! :P
[I do not own the anime/manga nor the characters. Apart from Patrick!]
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BLOOD TRAIL
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Tsuna stood in front of the large chair, fingering the sky ring in his hands. The boss sighed and looked up. His family stood around him, each in front of their own chair. Gokudera smiled encouragingly. Tsuna sat, followed by the rest and started the meeting.
One chair was empty.
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Wiping the sweat of his forehead, Dylan looked out of the terrace. Lingering snow still fell, though not as bad as a couple days before. Luckily the barn roof was done so Patrick and Dylan had been sitting comfortably by the log fire sipping hot chocolate. Dylan had somehow felt that that was the most at ease he'd felt for a long time.
Still nothing had made itself clear to Dylan. Still he had that locked door which he knew held those memories that would tell him who he was, and what had happened to him. He acted like he was coping, he owed that much to Patrick. But there was this void inside him that wouldn't budge. He didn't know who he was, what he liked and didn't, who he loved and knew. He would see Patrick writing letters to family who lived over in Italy, a slight smile etched on his face as his pen scraped on the paper.
Dylan left the terrace and went into the lodge. Looking into the mirror by the door, he inspected his reflection. His wounds had healed but some muscles still had to heal together. A bandage covered the side of his head, covering the place where he knew he should have had an ear. It effected his balance*. Small indentations lined his stomach and inside of his arms – probally where needles had been inserted. His face was bruised and had some cuts he knew would heal leaving scars. One that would stay with him ran down the right side of his jaw. He ran his finger along it.
If only he knew the story behind it
"Don't force yourself, Dylan, You might of forgotten because it's just too much"
Patrick came inside, wiping dirt from his hands with a handkerchief. "Considering your injuries when I found you, maybe you had something horrific happen to you. Maybe it was you who locked them up"
"Maybe?" Dylan turned around, "Maybe, maybe, maybe! That's all I can ever say cause I DON'T KNOW! Patrick, I've had nightmares I can't make any sense of that fade away as soon as I wake up" Dylan slid down the wall, and sat on the floor, head between his knees and tore at his hair. Suddenly pain screamed through his temple and he yelled out, clutching at his head. He fell limply to the side as everything went black.
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Cold. Distant. It was everywhere. Everywhere… everywhere….EVERYWHERE
Dylan bolted up, breaths rasping in his throat. Sweat poured down his face and he clasped at the sheet covers.
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Kyoya walked once more around the warehouse again. Again, nothing. "Tch!"
The snow had fallen much heavily than he'd predicted. WHY HADN'T HE LOOKED AROUND THE PLACE BEFORE? The thought screamed in his head, but his face was only pinched in cold impassiveness. Hibari's hand danced along the frozen metal of the warehouse's back door. The only lead he had found was uneven bloody footprints that stopped where concrete met the snow outside. They were made as if the person had staggered, or been half dragged along. It was his only lead, but all it led to was snow. Kyoya turned abruptly and walked away.
Then he stopped.
And turned back again. Sure the footprints were covered… but the blood would of ingrained itself into the snow. Kyoya stalked back to where the footprints stopped, falling to his knees, he dug into the snow, leather gloved hands pulling up the iced snow. There it was. Blood. He dug around the blood to find where it lead, and again once he found more. Ten minutes later he stood and faced the wood. The trail led in there. Whoever's blood it was, led him in there.
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Dylan threw the covers back and pulled on his boots. He had to leave. He had to find – "You've remembered something" Patrick stood, leaning on the doorway.
"A place."
"Seems nothing much"
"It is when I remember dying there"
Silence.
"You're leaving then?"
"Yeah," Dylan looked down, tying his bootlaces. "If I go now then I feel I might remember more. If I sleep again I might forget"
Patrick closed his eyes, thinking for a moment. "Okay then, I'll go pack a bag for you, you get yourself ready"
Dylan nodded and he left the room.
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Patrick clasped Dylan's shoulder and looked deep into his face. "Good Luck out there. Whatever happened will cause twice the amount of pain when you remember it."
Dylan smiled slightly "But I have to know. Thanks, Patrick you've been like a father to me. You saved my life."
"And you a son, now get, before I call you back to fix to roof again" Patrick pointed in the direction he should walk. "That's the way you should walk towards"
Dylan smiled, waved and walked away.
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He pulled up the hood, pulling the sides closer together to cover his face more. Dylan had walked for nearly a day now, stopping only to sleep and eat. His food had nearly run out, but that didn't make him turn back. What he had remembered spurred him on. It drove a fire that blazed within him, igniting hope. Dylan plunged on, his boots stamping out his journey. It was cold, but no snow fell and the wind was only a whisper. Dylan was alone.
Until a figure appeared in the distance.
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*Dino already had enough problems with balance before… -.-"
Oh yeah by the way this post took about 2 days to write so I'll tell what my horse was like...it's mane and tail was blonde. Brill times.
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To Traum-Alptraum
Thanks! And I know right?
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To NothingIcanSay
Really? I can't say I've heard of the film… what's it's like?
And thanks so much!
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To ChikaPyo
Don't worry it gets better! (probally) Q.Q
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To panda4lyfe
Thank you! Somehow, my stories are always tragic….
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To The Red Undertaker
Neither can I! Ta! :)
