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And...Avril probably won't come back in the story anymore. I just randomly threw her in that chapter to make it less awkward than it originally was.
'Kay, so...uh...I guess here's the disclaimer.
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His neck was stiff...from looking at the sprinkling drops of somber cobalt.
His legs felt like giving way...for, he had done nothing but standing and staring for hours.
His pearly irises were bloodshot...because he had spent too much time gazing at the bleak sky.
He didn't care.
The sky-how much time did it take...for it to transform from a resplendent teal to a morbid onyx?
How long did it take...for the steady drizzle of the rain to harmonize with his torpid heartbeat?
Pointless chattering surrounded him; the only word that he had not ignored being 'Moon'.
Moon.
The Moon.
His Moon.
Victorique.
Kujo just...couldn't hate her...no matter how many times he tried to convince himself that she was the antagonist of their own story.
And yet, this feeling...couldn't be described as like.
So, what was left?
What was this?
This undeniable urge to be with her?
This desire to shield her from sorrow?
This feeling of emptiness...despair when he wasn't with her?
He clutched his chest; his heart now a steady rhythm of longing.
Now, he could hear another word plaguing the atmosphere.
Sun.
Vikki.
Infinite smiles and bountiless warmth was promised if he chose to walk down Vikki's path.
However-no matter what type of guilt shrouded her luminescent orbs-if he were to take Victorique's sallow palm, his happiness would always be ensured.
It was impossible to leave one without yearning for the other.
And yet, he had thrown that belief aside-choosing to jump to conclusions rather than wait for a direct answer.
Something moist stung his cheek...then ebbed down to his chin.
Matted chestnut hair dripped with dusky water-weeping the tears that his eyes could not form.
Hands clenched and unclenched; beryl liquid flying everywhere as they did so.
He just couldn't leave her like that. He just...couldn't let sorrow veil her beautiful eyes.
And most importantly, Kujo just knew that today wasn't the day for them to part their ways.
Kujo scrambled up the rugged terrain of the tower, a book once again in his hand.
"Vic-" he was cut off by muffled screaming.
The boy stopped in his tracks; merely a few inches from her 'door'.
More yells of anger were heard, followed by the harsh clanking of metal against metal.
Shivering in fear, Kujo lifted his ear away from the rotting wood and cautiously peered through its makeshift window.
His eyes widened in horror and jaw fell to create an 'O'; the novel once in his palm now long forgotten on the ashen floor.
The Marquis-his employer-was standing upright and emanating a dangerous aura; his bespectacled face twisted into a repulsive grimace.
Squinting, Kujo vaguely saw something shining in the man's fist.
Gradually, he could somewhat identify the object in the Marquis' clenched hand to be a necklace-one that he had occasionally seen adorning Victorique's livid neck.
A crescendo of coughs were vocalized near the Marquis.
Tilting his head towards that direction, Kujo could see Victorique sprawled on the floor-violently hacking towards the ground.
Her pallid hand rubbed her now cardinal neck; possibly indicating that the Marquis De Blois had snatched the accessory from her neck.
And, if this thought was correct, then Kujo had little doubt that...if the necklace's metal had been any stronger, Victorique would have...been no more.
Snarling, the Marquis tightened his grip on the locket and marched towards Kujo's direction.
Absentmindedly, Kujo stepped back a few feet; not taking the safer journey down the staircases into careful consideration.
The deteriorating timber flew open with an intense force; rotting wood and jagged splinters taking to the air...all which miraculously never made contact with Kujo.
If possible, the Marquis' eyes narrowed further as they rested upon Kujo.
"You...what are you doing here?" the Marquis growled through gritted teeth.
"I-" the reality of the situation finally dawned on Kujo as the Marquis' mossy orbs bored into his auburn pupils.
"I-" Kujo tried again, "-heard...a noise and...came up here to...check on it..."
The Marquis De Blois looked infuriated.
"Boy, I did not hire you so you could 'check' on meaningless noises!" Kujo visibly winced at the older man's words, "Now, back to your post before I choose to discharge you!"
Gulping, Kujo dashed down the crumbling steps; an image of a pained Victorique deeply embedded into his mind.
Kujo had found it in some bushes near Victorique's tower; a beam of light in the damp murkiness of his world.
As soon as he had found it, he had bolted; the pendant threatening to fly away from his trembling grasp.
He didn't know what it meant to her but...but...
Somehow, he was...he was already back.
Back in this depressing prison.
However, this time, instead of a heavy tome...a flimsy necklace was in his fist.
The piece of wood separating Victorique from the world was now nonexistent-broken from the Marquis De Blois' maliciousness.
"Victorique...I-" he took a step across the threshold, "-brought you-" another step and he was closer to her, "-back the-" another, and he was only a foot away, "-necklace."
A feeble, shaking hand extended towards Kujo's direction.
And, as the chain links clanked against one another, falling into a livid palm...Kujo's vision blurred.
"Maman! I want her back!"
The sky was clear, flowers were in blooom, and birds were chirping.
So...why were salty tears trailing down Vikki's face?
Vikki-his Sun-was crying...and he could do nothing about it.
He had created a false assumption due to one memory.
And now...
Vikki...Victorique...they were both crying
"Don't worry-" he couldn't do anything about what he was saying but, even if he could, he would have said the exact same thing, "-Vikki-chan. I'm sure your Maman will come back."
Her hands were balled into trembling fists as she tried to wipe the cerulean tears from her eyes.
"Why did she run away?"
Tears weren't suited for her face.
"Here," something dropped in her lap, the familiar clanking of metal ringing in Kujo's ears, "This way, your Maman will always be with you."
Sniffling erupted but the salty water stopped flowing.
Her palm opened to reveal a minuscule portrait of a woman that quite resembled her.
Delicate, porcelain fingers opened the trinket in her hand.
The corners of her mouth lifted upon seeing that the picture would fit in the locket.
"Maman..."
"Maman...Maman..."
Kujo was shaken from his subconscious by Victorique's quivering voice.
"Maman..." the locket was in her hands.
The locket...that looked...exactly like the one he had apparently given Vikki.
Her emeralds were brimming with tears.
Right now...the locket-Vikki-didn't matter.
He had given them the necklace.
He had made Vikki's cries of woe subside.
Now, all that mattered was Victorique.
Kneeling down, Kujo spread out his arms to embrace her.
All he wanted...was to make her sorrow recede.
All he wanted...was to make her eyes glow...to show him...that she was happy.
Yes, he definitely didn't hate Victorique.
And yet, all these mixed emotions-it couldn't possibly be like.
So, what...was...this?
Finally! I finally finished this chapter! My gosh...these chapters are getting harder and harder to write.
And...I don't remember ever seeing Kujo cry...so...I don't know if he actually can.
Okay. So, this has absolutely nothing to do with anything but, I have a poll on my profile. I would really appreciate it if you voted because it might (probably won't) help me with my writing. But, you don't have to vote on it if you don't want to. Like I said...it has absolutely nothing to do with anything.
Thank you for reading this chapter and please review if you can!
