WARNING!
This chapter contains a completely unexpected turn of events
Read at your own risk of being surprised
I don't own the characters.
The mystery of the flowers plagued her the next few days. Everyone noticed she seemed preoccupied, but didn't say anything to her; Kyouya told them not to, he'd talk to her when he could.
"Emi." Kyouya said after school.
"What?"
"What are you doing?"
"Math. . ." she looked down, "History I mean."
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine. What makes you think any different?"
Kyouya frowned, "You seem off."
Emi felt off too. She wasn't sleeping well anymore, she stayed up late thinking. She never felt like eating, just ate because she knew that was what she was supposed to do. Food was bland now. Something was wrong in her life, but she didn't know what. It was wearing her out thinking about it. The only time she felt normal was during club hours, and that was only part of the time then.
"I'm fine, Kyouya." She stood up and ruffled his hair, "Trust me." And she packed her bag and walked off.
But Kyouya didn't trust her, not by a long shot.
Emi was thinking about the flowers again when she got home. The odd arrangement still bothered her. She'd tried ever way to uncover the hidden message, but couldn't figure it out. There was only one option left. Back in the old days, every White Day, her father would get her mother single rose, because it meant 'I love you.' Each flower had its own meaning, and this was her last option.
After an hour of internet research, she came up with the meanings to the flowers.
Gardenia- You're lovely, Secret love
Snapdragon- Deception, Gracious Lady
Orange Mock- Deciet
Azalea- take care of yourself for me
Arbutus- thee only do I love
Pink Camellia- Longing for you
Daffodil-Unrequited love, you're the only one, the sun is always shining when I'm with you
Variegated Tulip- There's sunshine in your smile
Bittersweet- truth
White Chrysanthemum- truth
Striped carnation- no, refusal, sorry I can't be with you, wish I could be with you
Obviously, this person was in love with her, but something was holding him back. Something was making him say that he couldn't be with her. Whoever it was also saw her as deciteful and needing to tell the truth.
Who was he?
She dreamt of walls. She was in a city, the same city as before, except this time it was surrounded by walls. All around her, the walls were falling down without a sound. Instead of running away, she was determined to find out what was causing the walls to fall. She climbed over the ruble to the parts that hadn't fallen yet.
Walking along the still standing wall was the stranger in the trenchcoat. He dragged his fingers along the wall and it fell behind him. Emi went around buildings to get aheadof him. When only one secion of the wall was sleft up, she got in front of him.
"Stop please." She begged.
He just grinned and walked a few fett more foreward.
"No." she stood in his way, "Why are you doing this?"
"This has to happen Emi. Your walls you've build have to come down." A familiar voice said.
Her knees went weak and she dropped down, "Go on." She whispered. Tears fell as the last part of the wall came down.
The stranger put a handon her shoulder, "You don't have to lie to me Emi."
She looked up and for the briefest instant, saw his face.
When she woke up, she wasn't crying. How was it that her dreams were getting stranger and stranger the longer she was in Japan?
But this dream had told her something.
Everything made sense to her now.
She skipped school the next day; she needed time to think things over. She spent the day playing with Kimi until Tanaka came home and Emi dissapeared back into her room. She lay in bed, thoughts whirling around her head.
All the thoughts revolved around a certain boy.
When she went back to school, she told Kyouya that she couldn't come to Host Club today.
"At least stop by." Kyouya said, "Your mother sent a package to me for you."
Of course, her mother would never send a package directly to the house, she was too bitter. Kyouya would be her first choice to send stuff too.
"What is it?"
"A guitar."
"Thanks." And she walked off.
Kyouya knew something was up with her, but knew better than to ask about it, she wouldn't tell anyone.
Emi really wanted to talk to someone, not something she did often, but now she really wanted to. She was changing; she felt it. She wasn't sure if she liked it or not yet. There was only one cause of this.
A certain boy.
She skipped by the third music room before anyone else got there and grabbed her guitar and ran for it. Ran straight to the grounds to be alone.
Her guitar was the same as it had been when she left, a little out of tune maybe, but it didn't look like it had sustained any damage on the plane.
Even if she couldn't talk to someone, she had always found it easy to say what she was feeling through playing the guitar.
'Wasted' by Cartel was her song of choice. It was a song about wasting your life.
Very accurate.
When she was finished she looked around, something was rustling in bushes. There weren't any animals on campus, so that meant the only thing that could be in the bushes was a student. It made her nervous. She put her guitar away and stood up to leave and go home.
Someone clapped a hand over her mouth, "Stay still." She struggled against him, but he clasped her arms behind her back and tied them together, releasing her mouth.
"Why are you doing this?" she demanded.
"Just sending a message."
"Ichiro?"
"Sorry sweetheart."
'They were right.' She thought with fear, 'Once yakuza, always yakuza.' She opened her mouth to yell, but tape covered it.
"The Haninozuka, Morinozuka, Souh, and Kichida families have gone against us too long." He whispered.
Emi struggled against him every step of the way to the pond. He put weights on her hands and feet and around her waist. Panic filled her as she realized what he was doing. She had almost drowned as a child and her greatest fear was actually drowning. But he was stronger than her and struggling was just a waste of energy. He pushed her in, face forward, and even though the pond was shallow, she couldn't move, only think.
'They knew, they all knew, but they were protecting me. This rivarlry goes far beyond just the Haninozuka family, it stretches to my family, Tamaki's family and Takashi's family. I wish I had listened.' She was slowly losing conciousness. 'I wish I had a chance to talk to him. . .' and she drifted off.
So it's slowly coming to an end. One to two chapters left.
'Wasted' by Cartel is a wonderful song, listen to it, it's sad but good. I don't own it either.
Please please review! I love hearing what you have to say!
~Cloudy
