I'm sorry for the slightly later update than usual.
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I'm surprised no one's reviewed about Vikki yet. It must be easier to guess who she is than I thought (and trust me, I thought it would be really easy to guess). -_-"
Disclaimer-I wish I owned Gosick. However, I don't.
"Vik...ki," he murmured once again.
Had he been looking at Victorique instead of the leaking ceiling, Kujo would have seen her eyes narrow and fists clench.
Through gritted teeth, the girl growled, "Get...out."
A puzzled expression was now on his face as Kujo stared at Victorique...not able to understand why she would want him to leave.
"...I said...get...out," she snarled at Kujo.
"Why?" his question sparked ruby flames within her grassy plains for...through her ears, she had heard a defiant tone instead of his confused inquiry.
"Leave...now," as she demanded this, Victorique grabbed her candy wrapper and attempted to throw it at Kujo.
Yet, seeing as that the wrapper was made of paper, it barely flew a centimeter in front of her before floating to the ashen floor.
In blind fury, the girl reached for her book made of beige leather.
Without a second thought...she threw it at him.
Kujo didn't have time to react as the flying projectile headed in his direction. However, luckily for him, Victorique quite lacked in physical strength and the heavy tome missed him by a fraction of an inch.
Her face twisted and contorted into a mixture of rage, frustration, and misery.
However, before she could scurry to retrieve the volume back, Kujo left-hoping that by doing so, Victorique would return to the usual self she was when around him.
Shadows crept along the surface of a crumbling tower as dusk approached. However, a lone man stood there-unperturbed by the looming darkness overhead-pondering over many things.
Going by the name of Kujo, the man of chocolate eyes and mahogany hair stood guard, thoughts flitting back and forth between Vikki and Victorique.
Victorique.
Thoughts resting on Victorique first, Kujo decided to find out the reasoning behind her infuriation. However, the only conclusion he could come up with was that she had been angered by the mere mention of Vikki.
Vikki.
How...had he known her? Why...was it that just her name brought him a feeling of indescribable warmth?
And furthermore, what connection did the two girls have?
Could it be possible that Victorique had some sort of grudge against Vikki? Or vice versa?
Victorique.
Although the situation should be reversed, Kujo had never noticed how lonely he was without Victorique to keep him company.
Without her...it felt like he would slowly wither away.
This thought caused him to want to run into the tower and apologize for murmuring Vikki's name...simply because...although he could see nothing wrong with doing something as plain as saying a name...he just wanted to be with Victorique.
Kujo stared at the sky, attempting to determine if he could still make one last 'little' escapade to the two towers.
It most likely wasn't completely accurate but, he estimated it to be around seven.
There was still enough time.
Scrambling to the De Blois library, one single thought was left.
Victorique...with her cold, calculating gaze yet mysterious, enchanting aura...was like the Moon, while Vikki...with a bright, warm smile and a radiant, joyous atmosphere...was like the Sun.
As he had promised himself, Kujo was now back at the pinnacle of her prison; a book in hand as compensation for angering Victorique.
A decaying door creaked open...daring him to take a step across the merciless threshold.
Emerald eyes (that desperately reminded him of a wolf) glared at him; silver tresses stood on end...not unlike a hissing feline.
Timidly, Kujo advanced towards Victorique.
Tentatively, he handed her the book...preparing to draw back at any given moment.
"...I-Victorique...I'm s-sorry," Kujo faintly mumbled.
"...Sorry-?" the girl's eyes narrowed...not from anger, but from confusion; clearly forgetting about the book currently placed in her hands.
"F-For making...you angry."
"Angry-?"
Kujo was dumbfounded. Had she honestly never come across those feelings before? Or...had she merely forgotten?
Sighing, Victorique opened the book, already plunged into its contents.
The boy sat down next to her; trying to read over her shoulder.
Apparently not pleased with this action, the girl absentmindedly swatted him away.
Kujo got up, deciding that being around her was enough to cure his own boredom.
Forgetting that he had already explored the prison before, he walked around the perimeter of her fortress of depression.
Subconsciously, he stopped...maybe five feet away from Victorique's right.
Blinking, Kujo stared at the reason as to why he had halted his small tour.
Dust.
Kujo mentally scoffed at himself. Why stop to inspect something as ordinary as dust?
Yet, something pulled him towards it.
Of course, it wasn't that distant feeling of nostalgia.
No, it was something else.
Kujo scrutinized the sooty wall.
Now that he thought of it, the amount of dust sprinkled across it was somewhat thinner than the places around it.
Breathing ragged from the fact of not knowing what could be hidden behind those grey particles, his trembling hand brushed the dust away.
He exhaled...then once again, took a deep breath.
There seemed to be two things etched onto the smoky, stony suface.
Starting with the one easier to read, the name Victorique had been neatly scratched onto the wall in large, shaky handwriting.
However, to the left...something else had been written.
Kujo squinted, trying to figure out what it said.
Out of the word, only a V and K were legible. Furthermore, there seemed to be some sort of line that ran diagonally across it...making the words even more impossible to read.
Hoping that this would help him see what had been written, Kujo leaned in towards the wall.
Yet, just when he was about an inch away from finding out what it said, Victorique gave a hushed sneeze; interrupting his investigation.
The boy softly exhaled the breath he had apparently been holding as he rushed to Victorique's side.
Kujo, it seemed, would just have to find out what had been scratched onto the stone another day.
I tried to make it as not boring as possible.
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