I'm a bitch. I know, I know, I know, I know!
Right. I'm going to be honest to you.
I winged it.
We're sorry, but we have to say something. Tyleety is our best friend, so WE HAD TO SAY SOMETHING. We helped Tyleety with this chapter, because she winged it, and we yelled at her, because she winged it. STUPID. It is a stupid thing to do. We assure you that we chastised and berated her as much as possible. Signed, The Three Gospelsx
This entire story was completely spontaneous. No planning, no proper ideas. Just a thing of the moment. And that, coupled with writers block is why I've taken so long to update... sorry
This chapter is dedicated to all my wonderful, and hopefully faithful, reviewers. I love you all!
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In Birmingham, square to be exact, there is a big wheel. And at the very top of that big wheel, is a carriage, a carriage that contains three vampires. Three vampires who were currently having a panic attack.
"Shiki!" Aidou shrieked, throwing his delicate hands against the transparent material that separated him from his former classmate. "Senri, bloody, Shiki!"
"It's no use Aidou." Ruka stated. She was sitting on the edge of her seat, filling away at her nails to the point where they could most easily be mistaken for small knives. "He can't hear you."
"Ruka, dear," Aidou flashed a smile, not just any smile, but his smile. The one that can make any human being on this planet swoon. "I am 17 years old. I have a degree in astrophysics, mathematics, science, literacy, French, quantum physics, and just about anything else you can imagine. I know perfectly well that there is no way on this planet that that man could possibly hear me. Now shut. Up. And let me yell like a lunatic until my voice becomes hoarse!"
"Ok then." She looked away, towards Kain, "And what about you Akatsuki?"
"Give me the camera."
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"God dammit! Why didn't I think of that?"
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Miyako had always known that this day was coming. She had been prepared for it. Both mentally and physically. Only when it truly did happen she had never anticipated just how it would feel.
She had fallen in love.
To make it worse, not only had she fallen in love, but she had fallen in love in with a target. A target that she had been hired to kill.
Great. Just great.
So how, you may ask, did she handle it? Well it's quite simple.
She became paranoid, very, very paranoid. She became scared that with every turn of every corner that her loved one made would be his last. That every breath. Every word. Every gesture. Every touch would be the end. And so, she followed him. Everywhere.
She told herself that it wasn't 'technically' stalking. More like 'protection'.
It was because of this, that on that fateful day she too, was in the square. Clinging on to her beloveds arm, and, amidst all her internal confusion (mainly happiness and fear) that she failed to notice the flash of a camera. It was only when it was too late, that she ever found out. And by then it would be all over.
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"Mayu!" a voice called to me, "there is a call for you in the reception!"
Since when do I get calls?
"Ok, thanks." I replied, running towards the front desk. It was oddly isolated. I gave the room a quick once-over. It was beige. The curtains were pulled across the windows letting only a thin wisp of light spill through, illuminating the dull features of the oddly placed gargoyle on top of the mantelpiece. The doors where thick and iron coated, letting not a sound slip through. I realised with a creeping dread that there was no immediate way of escape. No one around to hear my screams.
"Hey Mayu." I jumped about ten feet into the air.
"Oh Miyako! You have no idea how much you scared me!"
"Oh I know, I did it on purpose." She grinned cheekily.
Oooooooooooooooooof course you did.
"Why?" I asked through gritted teeth, leaning against the wall next to the door.
"I need to talk to you." Her face changed, a serious expression darkening her pretty features. "Something's happened..."
She didn't get to finish, for at that very moment the door swung open, whacking me in the face.
"Hey Mayu," I heard Ruka's sickeningly sweet voice. "Can I please speak with you for a moment?"
Realisation dawned on me. She had mistaken Miyako for me. Me, for Miyako. I had never been so insulted.
