Chapter 9
The duel academy senior classes had already taken their luggage to the hotel in the famous city of London and were now on the bus to the abandoned old opera house. They looked out of the window excitedly unsure what to make of their new surroundings. Bastion was of course, fidgeting in the bus anxious to see his family. I didn't see them at the hotel so maybe their on vacation thought Bastion figuring that since his family did own the hotel they were staying at. Then again, Bastion reasoned we didn't actually get out of the bus so they could be there. He felt someone tapping his shoulder which made him quickly look to his left to see Meg.
"Bastion," she said trying to hide her desire to laugh at the distracted boy, "We're at the Opera House." He nodded standing up to leave the bus. It wasn't his first time at the Opera House at all. He had gone when he was much younger.
Flashback
"Bastion," yelled the brown-headed Raoul, "hurry up." Bastion ran up to meet his older brothers with wide eyes. Usually, they didn't allow him to go with them on their adventures, but today was special. He had turned nine that day.
"I'm coming," Bastion said running as they arrived in front of the Opera house. Bastion felt a rush of adrenaline surge through him. This old building was rumored to be haunted, but as far as he was concerned, there were no such things as ghosts so there was nothing to be afraid of.
"Do you believe this place is really haunted?" asked Wesley nervously. He was an overanxious boy with black slicked back hair like Bastion's. He was twitching violently, still rattled from his mother's and father's fighting which would as they knew as children was going to lead into a divorce.
"No, ghosts don't exist," said Bastion, "it goes against science." Raoul rolled his eyes at his younger, scientific brother wishing that he wasn't such a tiny little genius.
End of Flashback
The Duel Academy students filled into the Opera House library. Bastion smiled as someone asked if this place was haunted. It brought back fond memories of before him and his family all hated each other. He looked to his side to see that Meg was missing. Shit! Bastion screamed mentally as he ran off to find her. Did she have to have that much of a curious mind to have to explore everything and every place possible?
He ran up the stairs to get to the roof not to see Meg sitting on the statue as he had imagined. Think like Meg he demanded his intelligence angrily knowing how easy it was to get lost here.
He rushed down the stairs and headed to where the dancer's and stagehand's dormitories were. He often found it ironic that people that lived at the Opera House also worked there until they were married. He opened a door that led into an underground chamber.
"Meg, Meg," Bastion called as he headed down the chamber hall, "Where are you?" He listened for footsteps or some sound of human movement. He wished there was some sort of a source of light with him or in the hall. Some one grabbed his shoulder which made him jump.
"What the fuck?" he yelled which made his "predator" frightened.
"You called for me, Bastion," said Meg confused, "What's your deal or do you just hate being touched?" Bastion relaxed hearing Meg's voice and knowing she was safe. I don't know why you got so worked up over her disappearance, you know she can take care of herself Bastion scolded himself.
"Sorry, you just caught me off guard," answered Bastion, "Where did you run off to? I thought something bad happened to you." Meg smiled evilly and took his hand.
"Follow me, I'll will show you," said Meg with a gleam of mischievousness in her eyes. They went further down until they reached a room with an organ, a bench, a bed, and a small table, and perhaps another room or closet. Bastion had never been down there before, and it was amazing. Everything was dim from the lack of lighting, but it had unlit candles.
"Wow, this is amazing," said Bastion looking around with awe. Meg smiled happily, this was the least that she could do for him for being her friend. Bastion wondered how come he never knew about this part of the Opera House. Probably because your brothers never showed you this place Bastion answered himself.
"I know," agreed Meg sitting on the bed. She seemed pleased that he enjoyed this place as much as she did.
"Thank you so much for showing it to me," Bastion responded giving her a quick hug. He thought back away from her, before it's too late. Maybe I'm past that point, maybe it's too late. Why do I want to be with her just like this for longer than necessary? Meg embraced him back. "We should get back to the upper world," said Bastion.
Meg frowned and shook her head, "That's so boring though." Bastion wondered if Meg had found some alcohol or another type of drug, because he had never known his companion to act like this. Before he knew it, Meg was closer to him than ever before. "Don't be boring, Misawa."
"I still think we should go back," said the flustered Bastion fighting the urge to hold her nevertheless kiss her. Bastion pondered the idea of just staying down with her during the whole trip, but they would both get bored.
"Whatever you say," said Meg hiding her disappointment. At least, she had fun while it lasted. She jumped off the bed while Bastion just slid off.
"Don't be sad, Meg," pleaded the Ra noticing Meg hiding back her emotions. He couldn't tell exactly what the girl was feeling, but he could tell it wasn't an eager happiness.
She looked at him with a vague expression on her face and replied, "Maybe I will, and maybe I won't. That really all depends." She wondered what Bastion was going to do with the bait she laid out for him. This would be an accidental experiment if anyone had ever come up with one before.
Bastion asked himself how do I make it up to her. I most certainly do not want her to be upset with me? I do believe it's time. She is most definitely a curious creature. I might as well stop trying to resist my hormonal urges any longer. He pulled Meg close and wrapped his arms around her waist. "I do believe I can match that challenge, mademoiselle," he said seductively. He kissed her tenderly on the lips. He yelled at himself mentally well, you are most definitely rushing things. You are crazy, Bastion! She'll never talk to you again.
"That was unexpected," Meg said returning the favor, "At least I like you so you made me very happy," she purred happily. She wondered what this made them now.
"So where does this leave us," asked Bastion watching happiness dance in Meg's eyes.
"Well, you tell me," Meg said without any inflexion in her voice. Bastion thought you might as well ask her out, you see her all the time, YOU LIKE HER AND SHE LIKES YOU, and she's helping you with this plan. This may end horribly, but it could be worth it.
"Okay, them Meg," asked Bastion, "will you go out with me?" Meg nodded ecstatically as Bastion took her hand and they headed up to the upper floor where the rest of the group was, both of them, not knowing what was going to happen next.
Mew Kazurinu: Well, it was bound to happen sooner or later. A bit rushed in a sense, but it will all work out with the story line, I promise. So give me advice. By the way, I don't expect there to be underground chambers with an organ, bed, closet, and bench in any opera houses in the world. I got that idea from Phantom of the Opera.
