So, there was supposed to be two final chapters released at the same time, but now thers's three, so this will be released and hopefully the other two will follow at the same time.
This took forever, and frankly, i think it's the worst chapter I've written so far. What I did was write all these events that occured way too close within one another and said,
"This is shit, lets's work with it." So now there's a plot to all these fast-tracked events.
Please review, It would really mean alot. I hardly get any...
Chapter 9: Fast-tracked Love
Sunny days were all we knew of.
Nothing could dishearten us, we only knew of warm, breezy days spent with each other; if we weren't together, we were with our music.
I took him out for adventures and colourful nights around the city.
And I told her all about my life down south.
We were content.
(Luke POV)
After Luka had shown me everything there was to see in Tokyo, I had time to get to know her more. We both liked fish, jazz and found the world infinitely intriguing.
However, I found out she was quite spoilt; her parent were quite rich and she hadn't set her sights on any type of work yet. All she knew was that she was either performing or researching people in the future.
I told her my father had to retire last year, so I had to take up a job, as well as study for school, and go to weekly gigs. She said that that would be more work than she would ever do in her life.
"So, is that why I found you running from the cops at the airport? Scientific experiments?" I asked one beautiful sunset. We were at the beach, sitting on a wall, staring out to the vast, gold expanse of water.
"Yeah…I got a bit carried away with that one. Well I must say that if we hadn't met again, I'd be very upset. What a coincidence!"
I frowned slightly, knowing that it was anything but a coincidence. Luka, ever the person to notice my mood, chirped in right on time.
"Is something wrong?" came her worried tone.
"Oh, nothing…I just feel that that day was a bit…off…like something was very immoral that day. I'm going crazy, aren't I?"
Luka stared at me, her mouth slightly open.
"You can't know, can you?" she said out loud, presumably to herself. She got up, held my hands in hers, and cried. My heart felt sympathy for her, whatever it was she was sad about. But my head was going crazy, warning me that this was too sudden, that she could be faking it. Even if she wasn't, something wasn't right about this.
"I'm sorry Luke, I used you."
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT?" I yelled. I probably shouldn't have yelled, but my head had won the fight. She was acting weird, and this weirdness combined with the confusion I received with those words made me annoyed.
"I-I-I'm sorry, I'm just confused. It was a bit sudden…" I mumbled. "But what on earth do you mean?"
"We-well…when I met you properly, I decided that you would be a good person to study. I was intrigued by your personality, so when you had your breakdown, I devised a plan to test your bravery and personality. I'm sorry, I should have told you, but I thought you wouldn't agree…"
I sat there looking into her sparkling blue eyes; crying really did make her seem more beautiful. Hold it, beautiful? Did I just think that? No, it's just been the shock I got from her confession.
"Hey, we need to talk properly…back at the hotel," I said, smiling at her. She smiled back and nodded.
"Let's run," she said.
And so we ran.
We were a kilometre away from the hotel when we reached a train station. The warning signs for a train crossing had come up.
"Let's pass it," she whispered to me as we approached and sped forward, pulling me along with her.
We got to the track and Luka looked towards the train to see how far away it was. She screamed and dived forward. I turned to the train and saw why.
It was 30 metres away.
As a defensive person, if I'm threatened, I step back. So I did.
The train went past and I heard screams from the other side of the tracks. I felt horrible. For 10 whole seconds, Luka thought I was dead.
As the last carriage of the train thudded along, I saw a helpless, pink haired girl on her knees, crying. I ran over to her and gave her another hug. She looked up and buried her head in my shoulder. I picked her up and carried her the rest of the way.
"I'm so stupid and sorry and I didn't mean to…"
"Shhh, don't worry, just promise me you'll never do that again," I whispered. She just nodded and sighed deeply. She was tired and upset, I could tell.
I could also tell that this was no coincidence. Is she trying to get me to like her? If she is she's doing a horrible job of it; she's nearly killed herself. It all seemed so wrong, too many events had happened in the last 30 minutes.
We reached the hotel and I let her down. She walked the rest of the way to my room and we both flopped to the ground once there; me on the bed, and Luka face-planting onto the floor. We didn't bother to get up.
The next morning…
I woke up, slowly opening my eyes and surveying the misty surroundings. Seriously, the room was full of steam, and I could hear the shower running in the bathroom clearly, as Luka had left the door open.
I got up and put the kettle on and got changed out of my pyjamas. The shower stopped and Luka stepped out, wrapped in a towel, her hair dipping wet.
"Ahh! Oh, Luke, sorry….oh my god…" She had caught me in nothing but my underwear. Yet another weird encounter…
I hurriedly put on the rest of my clothes. The kettle came to boil, so I took it off the stove and poured myself some tea.
"Want any?" I asked Luka.
"Yeah…" she answered. I could feel the tension between us.
I made an extra cup for her, handed it over, and sat down with her at the little round table next to the giant window giving off the spectacular view of Tokyo. I sighed and sipped my tea.
Looking out at the beautiful city, I saw the edge of a letter out of the corner of my eye. The letter was neatly placed on the table, waiting to be read.
"It was there when I woke up, it's for you…" Luka explained. I picked it up and tore the top open.
To add insult to injury, the letter contained bad news.
Dear Luke,
Something terrible has happened. My cousin was killed in a car crash yesterday. A funeral has been scheduled for next week but we need you to come back today.
I'm sorry to cut your holiday short but it's urgent.
Love, mum.
I re-read the letter, tear growing in my eyes. Luka snatched the letter off me.
"Luke, it's okay. You know what, I'll book tickets right now and come with you, I've always wanted to see Australia-"
"No."
Luka stared at me, puzzled.
"Luka, what's happening?"
"I…I don't know, what do you mean?"
"Everything has been so amazing in the past few days, but too many things have happened in these last twelve hours. The confession, the train, you walking in o me half naked, and now this…"
"But it can get better, Australia will be-"
"No, I realise that you really want to come, but I think the problem is you."
"What?"
"No offense, but I think we're spending too much time together. We have so much time to experience happy things that we've run out of things to laugh and smile about. We need some time alone, to be by ourselves and not rely on each other. Can you see where I'm coming from?"
Her face was genuinely lost. She didn't know what to say, she didn't know what to think. I don't think she remembered who she was anymore. For one moment, she was lost for words.
"Oh, okay…I'll drive you there, to the airport, shall I? I mean, my mum can drive us there." she spoke softly.
"Yeah, that'd be great."
She took my hands in hers and we smiled together. Our last happy moment.
"Now," I said to break the silence, "I gotta' go get changed properly," as I got up made my way to the shower and shut the door.
A while later, I was in the car with Luka and her mum. An awkward silence followed us all the way to the airport. I cried a little as the I realised that I may never get to come back again.
Luka and I hopped out and made our way to the terminal.
"Well, goodbye…" I whispered.
"I hope you find happiness back there. On your own," Luka whispered back.
I turned and left for the plane but Luka grabbed my arm to stop me.
"Luke?"
"Yes?"
"Remember the music. Always have it around."
"Got it." I turned to leave again but she grabbed my arm for a second time.
"Yes?"
But instead of reminding me of something, she grabbed both my shoulders, lifted herself up slightly, and kissed me on the lips. I was stunned for a second and found myself pulling away a bit, but soon I was filled with happiness and found myself giving in. Her hair still smelled of coffee.
We broke off and she smiled, then spun me around and pushed me onwards.
I looked back and saw her standing alone. I smiled and waved, and she waved back, returning my smile.
I felt like I was in love.
Oh wait, I was.
So yeah, final two chapters will come soon. I haven't started them yet though. I'm having trouble continuing this story.
Prince Ed
