The Girl in the Ward

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Okay, so you epic people are expecting an epic chapter. ... We'll see how it goes, for I am currently at a dead end, and am improvising on what I should do, right now. I have absolutely nothing planned, and have absolutely no idea what to do. But this is how I usually start things off... XD The only time I don't start things this way is when it's something's first chapter, or I'm writing Lost and Found. Lost and Found has always been easy to write... hm. Wonder why. *shrug*

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(1) You know... like those things you see at Starbucks. :) Not that I ever drink coffee...


Chapter 7 - Double Meaning


Dear Mikuo,

Hi.

Um... hi.

Every time I start a letter like this, it always starts out awkward. Maybe that's because things still are awkward between us. Oh, who am I kidding...? I know where you are. And I know it's my fault. Things will always be awkward between us, won't they?

... I've been writing to you since 2 months after you left me here. That's almost 2 years from now. It's scary isn't it?

And yet, I'm still pathetically writing to you. How very pathetically pathetic. I can't even admit to myself how pathetic this pathetic obsession is. It's completely pathetic!

Um... yeah. It would seem you aren't the only crazy one.

I'd ask you how you are, but since I probably won't send this to you, just like the... 500 letters, I think? Let's just go with that. Just like the 500 other letters stored away in my closet.

And even if I did dare send this, would you even bother reading it? Would you bother answering it? Would the people there even let you?

It scares me. You don't know how much it scares me, not knowing what you think of me anymore.

I still hate you for what you did to me.

But I really hope you don't hate me for what I've done to you.

Ren wouldn't want you to hate me, I think. Well, he wouldn't understand, anyway, since he can barely understand English... but I think he wonders where you are, in his own way.

I'm sure you know who Ren is. You may have been apparently diagnosed as crazy, but I know you're not stupid.

Anyway... life is okay. I live with my parents still. I'm still homeschooled. I know you won't like that fact, but I'm too scared to go to a regular school without you by my side.

There is one person I've met though... in a way, he reminds me of you. I'm wondering if I should be worried. Haha. Ha.

...

Yeah... no matter how much I wish it wouldn't be, it would seem things will always remain awkward, won't they? Hm. I really wish they wouldn't.

I know you probably won't come back here if you get released. ... That was pretty negative. Let me rephrase: WHEN you get released. I really hope that you've found someone there. Someone as crazy as you are. Hahaha. ...

People don't call me crazy anymore. Slutty, yes. Quiet, yes. Creepy, sometimes. But not crazy. If you still care, maybe you'd be happy to hear that.

Or maybe you'd think that was a very terribly insensitive thing to say. Sorry...

...

No, really. I'm sorry.

I always will be.

I'm sorry for everything I've done to you. I know things would have turned out better for you had I not been alive.

You'd have someone who could really love you in return, for example, instead of someone who screamed and attacked at any sign on not getting her way. You'd get someone who'd actually truly be able to make love to you, without you getting put away for rape right after.

... Okay, so technically, you put yourself away. I still think that was really stupid of you.

I still wish you'd stayed with me. And you know...

...You never forget your first.

I hope you haven't forgotten me.

And just remember... please... that even if I hate, I still love you, too, at the same time.

Love,

Haine-Lin

P-S: Ren takes after his father.

Haine-Lin read over her letter. She shuddered a little, holding back unnecessary tears. She'd always start crying when writing to Mikuo.

She took in deep, slow breaths, as she tried to calm herself. Then, she slipped the finished piece of writing into a white envelope, and walked over to her closet.

There, she pulled out a brown cardboard box filled with other letters. She was about to slide it in, when she stopped, and thought for a moment.

... She could send that letter.

There wasn't really any reason not to. The worst that could happen was that he sent her back a letter filled with hatred, and though that would hurt like a stab to the heart, it would help her move on.

She quickly ran downstairs. "Mom? I... I need to know the ward's address. I need... I need to send this."


"Valentine's Day is in 3 months. You guys are a little early."

I shoot Luka a look. "Not my fault she stole the same day as me."

Miku raises her brows and widens her eyes, in that way she always does that makes her seem so innocent. Only now do I realize how fake it really looks.

"Not our fault either." Kaito says with a smirk. "Blame it on him for copying us."

"Who, me?" Mikuo asks with a laugh. "Pfft, I didn't copy you! You copied me!"

"I beg to differ."

"Our little moment happened before yours!" Mikuo argues. "So, YOU copied US!"

"Actually, I think ours happened first, Mister Competitive."

Both guys narrow their eyes at each other in a friendly, yet deadly competitive way.

"Mine was better." Mikuo says with a smirk.

"I doubt it could be." Kaito answers simply, though his voice has taken on a colder tone.

"Mm!" Miku tugs on Kaito's sleeve.

Instead of breaking he and Mikuo's stare to glance at her, Kaito simply wraps his arm around her shoulders, and pulls her close. Strangely enough, Miku seems to relax in his embrace instead of growing flustered or simply losing it.

Because it's all nothing but an act.

I don't get why that others me so much. It just does.

Mikuo laughs, the sound cruel and malistic. "Two can play at that game." he says.

And then suddenly, he grabs my wrist and pulls me close. Before I have time to react, his lips are on mine. But unlike Miku, I don't lean into him. Instead, my stomach starts to churn nervously.

He pulls away and cocks his head at Kaito. "Beat that!" he yells out. A few people stop and glance over at us. But it's not like we really care.

Kaito raises a brow. "I could..." He glances at Miku. "But I'm not sure she'd let me."

I don't think Miku even noticed his words. She's staring at me with a knowing, sad expression.

And of course, I just can't help but feel guilty, even though I have nothing to feel guilty for.

Someone clears their throat at one end of the table. I look over, only to find Len standing there, in all his miserable glory.

He's glaring at Mikuo and I, and even though he probably hates me now, and even though I'm kind of still angry at him too, I can't help but feel a small flutter of happiness when I see him.

He sits at the very end of the table beside Teto, who has come to join us this lunch period. Strangely enough, she's been very quiet this whole time, which is very uncharacteristic for Teto Kasane.

Maybe it's a full moon, or something.

Miku's gaze shifts to the blond boy who has now joined the table, and she frowns. She looks back towards me, scrunches her brow, then swings her stare back towards Len.

Finally, as if she's found the answer to her unspoken question, her brow shoots up, and she makes a small 'huh' sound.

"Still angry, I see?" Gakupo asks with a small chuckle.

"Hm?" Len interrupts his glaring to look up at his purple-haired senior. "Oh, no, I'm not angry."

"Really?"

"No."

"Then what about those looks of death?" Gakupo counters.

I instantly perk up. I want to give Gakupo a high-five, now...

"I'm not glaring at anyone, if that's what you're inquiring." Len simply answers, crossing his arms, then poking at his noodles with his fork.

"Really? So you weren't just glaring at our newest couple here?" Gakupo asks, cocking his head to the side.

"..." Len continues poking at his food. "I have nothing against Miku and Kaito being together."

"No, I meant our other newest couple at this table."

"There isn't any other couple at this table."

I want to laugh at his childish manner. This is turning out to be quite an interesting conversation...!

"So you're saying Rin and Mikuo aren't actually together?" Gakupo presses, he too seeming like he's trying to hold in laughter.

Len glances coolly at us. "Not if you ask me."

Mikuo nudges me, and when I turn, he's already bent down to my ear. "What's his problem?"

"Probably on his man-period, or something." I whisper back to him. "God only knows how often he gets them. Poor girl..."

Mikuo laughs, and Len's eyes narrow even further.

Gakupo stops bothering Len after that, and things at our table return to a normal chitchat, save from Teto and Len.

Until the cafeteria door swings open again, letting Gumi in with a nervous, but excited expression.

"Mikuo?" she calls out to him. "You got a letter."

Mikuo frowns as he stares at the white envelope. "I didn't even think we were allowed letters..." I whisper to him.

"Only sometimes." he says. "But I don't think you're allowed to write one back."

He stands, and walks over to where Gumi is grinning. Huh. The letter's already ripped open. Did Gumi read it first? Was it good news? What did it say?

Mikuo begins to walk back towards our table, but she holds onto his shirt collar. "You might want to open it over here." she whispers, then takes her leave.

Mikuo is just staring at the back of the letter, presumably where the address is written. The rest of the table watches anxiously, even Len.

Teto, I notice, seems the most concerned of us all - which kind of makes me look like a really shitty girlfriend.

Girlfriend... huh.

Looking confused, Mikuo turns over the letter, where the flap opens. He holds it up, and pulls out a piece of lined paper.

I watch as his eyes scan it, confused, then suddenly lighting up in realization. He keeps on reading it, mixed expressions dancing on his face. He seems... both nervous and peaceful, at the same time.

Reassured of some things, but worried of others.

And then suddenly, his eyes stop scanning the paper, focused on something in the middle of the page. His expression turns into one of pure horror.

"What's going on?" Luka whispers to us.

"... I..." Miku falters, but I'm not even completely sure if it was part of her act this time. "I don't know."

He seems to be reading the same line over and over again, as if the words had somehow changed order.

I suppose that, being his girlfriend, I now get special privileges or something like that. I stand from my seat, and walk up to him. No one follows me, thought I notice Teto is examining my every move extremely carefully.

"What is it?" I ask, my voice filled with maybe a little too much concern.

He doesn't say anything, just tilts the page a little more in my direction. Understanding what he meant by that, I come around behind him, and try to read over his shoulder.

It all seems like an ordinary letter, with a hint of angst, but I have a strong feeling I know who wrote this.

The girl with the raven-black hair, the girl I apparently look so similar to. The girl Mikuo had once loved, and probably still does.

I read the letter slowly. Instead of sounding like the 14 or 15-year-old she probably is, she sounds more like she's in her mid-twenties, each word chosen with the care of an adult.

P-S: Ren takes after his father.

"Who's Ren?" I ask.

Mikuo's face stays blank. In shock, perhaps? He still looks horrified. But why does he...?

And then it hits me, as I remember what exactly brought Mikuo here.

P-S: Ren takes after his father.

His... father.

"You..." I whisper to myself.

He seems to hear it, and he bows his head down ever so slowly. "Oh... Oh God..." he lets out.

Not knowing what to do, I only stand there awkwardly, wishing I could help, but not knowing how to do so, and suddenly, a thought occurs to me.

'This must be how Haine-Lin felt...'

"What is it?" Luka asks, louder now.

Mikuo's head still lowered, he murmurs the words, though they are loud enough for us to hear.

"It's Haine-Lin. She had a baby."

Our friends at the table seem surprised for a moment... then even more so when they realize the full meaning of that statement.

"Mikuo..." Luka says helplessly.

Miku quickly scrambles up, and rushes to his side, hugging him.

I then realize she acts more like his girlfriend then I do. I try to show my support by grasping his hand instead.

Teto is the next one to run up to us. She steps up very close to Mikuo - maybe a little TOO close - and bends down to try and see his expression.

"Mikuo... I'm so sorry." she whispers to him. "But I think she's happy... I think she'll be okay."

'Okay... without you.' I can't help but think. Have those feelings of love inside of her vanished? Does Haine-Lin no longer love Mikuo the way she used to? Does she even love him that way at all...?

"I... should go ask for some pills." Mikuo finally says. "Some extra pills."

He sneaks a glance at me, and I can't tell what he's thinking exactly. Then, he bends down, and leaves a soft kiss on my forehead.

And somehow... even if he's kissed me on the lips before, that one kiss on the forehead has them beat. What any other kiss he'd given me before lacked, this one seemed to have it, even though it lasted only about 2 seconds.

Then, he left the room, letter still clutched in his hand.

I watch after him with a lingering silence, as the bell suddenly rings.


"You look depressed."

I glance up from the hot chocolate I'd been nursing. "Do I?"

Kiyoteru nods. "Are you?"

I sigh, and continue to stir the warm beverage with a small black coffee stick. (1)

"I'll take that as a yes."

"... Take it as a maybe."

"Should I ask what's wrong?"

"... Maybe."

Kiyo-san cocks his head. "It's my job, you know. I have to anyway. I only asked to be polite."

"Politeness is overrated."

Kiyo-san chuckles. "Perhaps so. Well, then? What is it?"

When I don't answer, he sighs. "Let me guess... it has to do with either Len, or Mikuo."

I frown. "Why do you say that?"

He smiles. "Because. Every time you're here, those two are the people you talk about the most. I think you feel quite close to them."

I'm silent, narrowing my eyes and examining his expression. Is he testing me? I shake my head. I might as well tell him. "Sure. It's about one of them."

"Mikuo and his letter, am I right?" he asks. "Gumi let me read it first. I don't think she realized what Haine was trying to say... she probably just thought Ren was a friend, or something."

"..."

"If it were me in charge, I'm not sure I would've let him read it. But then again, it would seem cruel not to... after all, Mikuo's been living 2 years without knowing that fact."

"So he really is the father?" I ask.

"I'd think so." Kiyo-san answered.

My gaze shifts away to the wall. I'd hate to have something like that hidden from me for so long, but...

"It's not just that, is it?"

My eyes lock back on my... counselor. Yes, that's what he called himself... "How do you know?" I ask, a little too harsh then I meant.

He simply shrugs it off, unaffected. "I'm forced to be able to recognize body language. You may be in a ward, but you're no different than any other human being, Rin."

"..."

"Well? Care to share? Or will I have to guess?"

"..."

"You don't have much longer here, Rin, but we might have to extend your stay if you're moping around."

"Are you threatening me?!" I yell out, surprised.

"Only slightly." he smiles. "So... is it still about Mikuo this time? Or is Len the lucky one?"

"..." I avoid eye contact with him, staring at anything in the room that isn't him. "Please... I don't really want to talk about it."

"Hey..." Kiyo-san's voice has softened. He gently turns my chin in his direction, so I'm forced to look him in the eyes. "You can tell me anything, okay?"

"I don't want to..." I say, and slide my eyes to the right, so I don't have to see the sincerity in his own brown orbs.

"... Okay." He drops his hand, and I glance over in surprise.

"R-Really?!" I say. "You're giving up that easily?!"

He laughs. "Did you want me to try harder?"

In a way... I did. In a way, I wanted him to force me to tell him. I wanted to rid mysef of that nag at my heart. But there was no way I'd admit that.

"Well, I guess we're done here." he says. "You can go back now. I'll escort you myself." He flashes a winning smile.

"..." He's turning the door handle when I say a quick pressed, "Wait!"

He turns towards me again. "Uh- um..." I stutter, not quite sure of what I wanted to say. "I... ... How do you know... when you love someone?"

He smiles at me in a way that said he'd already guessed I'd say something like that. "There's no way to know for sure, Rin." he says. "Sometimes, people only realize it when it's too late."

"But-"

"If you ask me... I'd say you'd know when you can look at someone, and imagine a future together. If you can't do that, then there's no point in starting anything."

"..." I'm silent, absorbing this new advice. "... Kiyo-san...?"

"Yes?"

"... Are you... Are you proposing to Gumi...?"

He blushes, and scratches his head. "Seems I'm not the only one who can read body language." he quickly mumbles, as he opens the door.

"... Congratulations." I say.

He looks me in the eye, and smiles knowingly. "You too."


For some reason, when I step back into our room for social therapy, it feels like déjà vu.

Len is already there, lying on the top bunk, staring up at the ceiling. Just like he was on the very first day.

"..."

Neither of us says anything, as I slowly, cautiously walk towards my single bed.

"... Are you angry?" I ask.

"... ... ... ... ... A little." Len finally admits.

"... Why?"

"Because. I... I don't know..."

"... I'm sorry for what I said, before." I say, shifting nervously.

"A little late."

My head snaps up. "What?"

He turns onto his side, so he can look me in the eye. "That was like... 2 weeks ago."

"... I know." I say. "I should've apologized faster."

"Stubbornness issues."

I can't help but quietly laugh, and he smiles ever so slightly. He swings his legs into the open space of the bunk, but instead of climbing down the ladder like a normal person, he simply lets himself fall, and lands on his bare feet.

He strides over to me. We're only about two feet away from each other, and in a way, it feels too close.

"... I know you're not happy about Mikuo and I... um..."

"Being together?" he helps. He tilts his head. "No, you're right, I'm not completely thrilled about the idea, but... I'll live."

"Will you?"

I don't know what I meant by that exactly, but his eyes soften, as he watches me. "... I can always try."

That weight on my shoulders seems to have doubled now, as I look into his dark blue eyes. "... I... don't really get why you're against it so much."

"Really?" he asks, though he doesn't sound sarcastic. "I've already told you, though."

"... You love me."

Judging by his expression, that wasn't quite what he meant. He looks very surprised, but also slightly pleased. Come to think of it... It's true that he hadn't told me that. Lenka had.

I don't have a doubt anymore that what she said was true. He regains his composure, and slowly nods. "Yeah... I do. You're right."

We stand there in a slightly awkward silence, as he watches me, searching for a reaction. When I stay silent, he seems disappointed. For some reason, so am I.

He suddenly reaches for my hand. I flinch, but he seems to have expected that, and is holding on tightly enough that I don't jerk back.

"Come on. I want to bring you with me somewhere."

... Yes, that sounds very cliché. But I still follow him.

He gets a guard to unlock the door, and rushes me to some place.

When he opens the door, I realize it's that piano room that I'd first found him in. He sits on the bench, and pulls me on beside him.

I wonder curiously what he's going to play.

He presses on the keys, and rather quickly, I recognize the tune.

"You've got to be kidding me!" I laugh. "Jingle Bells?!"

He shrugs, never missing a note. "It is December. I have no reason not to!"

I laugh, and hum along to the tune.

When he finishes, he starts off another song. Again, after a few bars, I recognize it as an old classic.

"Psychotic Love Song?" I ask. "Please don't tell me you're planning on killing me."

He chuckles, and ends the tune a little early, starting off another one.

I hum along with the tune, trying to remember the name of the song. "Isn't that... Starlight Utopia, by Aria Planetes?"

He nods, and starts to play another song that I immediately recognize. "I want you to sing to this one, if you know the lyrics. Okay?"

I nod. "Alright."

It's quite a beautiful song, but at the same time, almost sad. I wait for the intro to finish, then begin to sing.

"Certain words, that you said
Cut deep in me, and left me bled
This strange feeling, of being dead
I guess we could just, describe it
as love...

A lack of sympathy, deficiency
Getting together but, only physically
But this is only, just a summary
They glance at me, with looks of pity
But I really do love you!

Isn't it okay to just be more than friends?
When I'm with someone else, nothing ever happens!
This isn't fate, this isn't destiny
Just a fading love shattering inside me!"

Instead of speeding up again for the second verse, Len slows down his playing, skipping it, and bringing the tune to the bridge.

"Did you just say that you love me?
The things I've wanted since the beginning
Is it okay to kill these things for good?
Fade away, fade away, go back as it should..."

To the very last chorus now.

"Isn't it okay to just be more than friends?
When I'm with someone else, nothing ever happens!
This isn't fate, this isn't destiny
Just a fading love shattering inside me!"

He keeps playing, wrapping the song up, and I watch his fingers move around the keys, mesmerized. He plays the final chord, and glances at me, searching my expression.

I think back to the song lyrics, and sigh. "This wasn't just you wanting me to sing, was it? This song held a little more meaning than that, didn't it?"

With one hand, he plays the ending of the song once more, studying my expression though instead of actually looking at his fingers.

"... Is it wrong of me to find that song pretty?" he asks.

"Don't say that. I know it's not just that you find that song pretty."

He sighs. "Okay, then, maybe it does. To me, at least. Does it really matter?"

I stare at him, trying to figure out what he's thinking, but coming up with nothing, as I always seem to do.

"Yeah. It does matter. Just..." I falter, as I realize how close our faces are to each other.

And he's still leaning in, but slowly, as if warning me of what he's going to do, asking me in his own way if it's alright.

Unlike Mikuo, who, if he were in Len's place, would simply kiss me quickly before I had time to change my mind.

... Hm.

Our noses are touching now, and he wraps his arm around me, pressing his hand on my back, pulling me closer, and...

"No."

He pulls away slightly, enough to be able to look me in the eyes.

"Don't." I say. "I'm not going to cheat on Mikuo, alright? I'm not that kind of girl."

"But you love us both."

I can't help but bite my lip at that. Because it's true, isn't it? I do love them both.

"You're going to have to choose one of us eventually." he says, his eyes seeming guarded. "And only one of us."

"I already have-"

"You almost kissed me just now, Rin." he interrupts. "You haven't made up your mind yet."

And surprisingly enough, I still want that kiss. It seems so completely slutty of me, but now, I wish I hadn't stopped him after all.

I wish I could've felt his lips on mine, and seen if it felt different than when Mikuo kissed me. I wish I could've felt what it would be like to be Len's lover instead of Mikuo's.

"... Can you tell me everything now?" I ask.

He frowns, confused. "Of wha-"

"The truth." I say. "Why you're here. You've only told me part of the story."

His face falls then, and he turns away. "I'm... I'm sorry for what I said the other day. You were right; I am crazy. I wouldn't be here if I weren't. It just... It doesn't feel like it." he sighs.

I watch him patiently, waiting.

"I didn't kill Lenka. I hope you realize that's the truth by now." I nod. "Okay... well you were right about that part too. You can't be put in a place like this without evidence that you deserve to be put in a place like this."

So I really was right? That would mean he really was holding back part of the truth after all!

"After Lenka died... I wasn't really myself. So when I found out that the police had a suspect in her case... I kind of just snapped."

I blinked, curious of what would happen next, as if this were just some simple comic book he was explaining.

"I snuck into the files- computer files, I mean - and found out the guy's name, and address, and everything. It also said he had a criminal record in the past, but that he'd already served his years, and was released. It also that the police hadn't arrested him yet this time around."

I had a feeling I knew where this was going now.

"I ended up stealing a gun from the police station, as stupid as it seems, and marched over to the guy's house. He was just watching TV, like a regular person, but... I saw bullets on the table."

My eyes widened as I took this in.

"I shot him. He ended up grazing me on the arm with a bullet, but I wasn't bleeding much. Him, on the other hand..."

He trailed off, probably deciding to skip the gore. "Anyway, he survived, and was put in jail, but they realized who shot him, and sent me here."

A pause. "I was so close, too... I almost killed him. Almost...! I could have done to him exactly what he'd done to Lenka! I could have avenged her!"

I don't think he noticed the tear that fell from his eye. I reached over, and wiped it off with the back of my hand.

He glanced at me uncertainly, as if wondering if I was just doing that to get on his good side out of fear he'd hurt me, or something.

"I think she was proud of you." I tell him, meaning it. "I don't blame you."

Again, our faces started to get closer and closer together. But this time, instead of completely rejecting him... this time, I kissed his cheek, then held him close.

"... I love you, Len." I say, so quiet I hope he actually didn't hear it all.

But he did. He squeezes me tighter, and bends down to my ear. "I love you too, Rin." he whispers, and I can't help but shiver at the warmth of his breath.

I don't know how long we sit here like that, but suddenly, the bell rings.

I pull away, and give him another peck on the cheek.

"Oh... I forgot to tell you before... but Lenka misses you."

He simply watches me with a confused expression, as I walk out of the room.

Feeling his gaze still on me, I glance back one last time, and wave.

He does the same, and I step out of the room, ready to go to the art room.


Cowabunga!

That was... AWESOOOOOOME! XD I'm pretty pumped, cause this Len x Rin moment turned out way better than I'd planned! Plus, you've finally found out the whole truth about what Len did… which I only just made up on the spot. XD That was even more dramatic a chapter than I'd planned! IT WAS AWESOME! XD

I worked on this chapter for... 5 and a half hours. XD I'm very slow...

But ANYWAY! Things are heating up~! Fluffy, fluffy... So very flooffy. XD

Ladeeda... :D I'm in a very good mood now~!

Question of the Chapter: What song was Rin singing?

Those were my original lyrics, by the way, so you'll have to ask first if anyone wants to use them, and give me credit for them too. I quite like my lyrics...~!

You know, this was a very sucky question…I'll add in an extra.

Question of the Chapter #2: Will we see Haine-Lin again at some point in this story?

Oh, by the way, the reason the chapter is called Double Meaning is not just for the Len scene at the end with the song lyrics. It's also for the Ren and his father part in Haine-Lin's letter, and for Kiyoteru's little speech about love. ^w^ I think it's a very appropriate chapter title~!

Anywho, um...

No updates until I get... 7 reviews. Okay? ^w^

I love you all!

Sincerely,

~Naty17


(1) You know... like those things you see at Starbucks. :) Not that I ever drink coffee...


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