Naruhina43: Welcome to the tenth chapter of American Modesty! Now that I got that out of the way I have time to do other stuff.

Kiba: Hey jerk. You still haven't changed your name to kibahina.

Kagami: And you still haven't made me a main character.

Naruhina43: Will both of you just shut up for a minute. Alright first off, Kiba, I still like Naruhina pairings better, but I am going to change my name. Eventually. Now for you Kagami. You will soon be a more regular character, but I'm not going to say anymore. Let's just say, I hope you're at the very least bi-sexual.

Kagami: What's that supposed to mean?

Naruhina43: Didn't I just say that I'm not going to say anymore about it.

Kagami: Fine. And for your information, I am Bi-sexual thank you very much.

Naruhina43: Whatever, good enough. Alright everyone, I hope you enjoy the chapter. Please review!

Truman ran down the halls, desperate to find Minami, but he ran around the entire school twice and never found her. He ran into the courtyard, and still couldn't find her there either. He finally gave up, and knew that he wouldn't get her back after this. What it must of looked like to her, he couldn't bear to think of. She had walked in on him and Konata kissing, well more Konata than anything, but you tend not to notice the small things when your brain is blank in shock. And it had been mere hours after they had made up from their last fight. Minami would never forgive him. Not even if Konata admitted what she had done. Minami would just think Truman had put her up to it. He was caught. Truman had finally hit rock bottom, trapped there in that pit of despair in having lost his girlfriend who he loved so much. And it was almost like when he had lost Patty, except that was his fault. He was innocent in this situation, but the innocent are rarely believed when they aren't thought to be innocent. Truman didn't care when the bell rang. He ran away, not knowing where he was going, ignoring all else, letting his feet carry him wherever they may be headed. He ran and ran, desperate to get away from where he had lost it all. He tripped and fell, face first into the concrete sidewalk. He felt blood run from his nose, and saw a piece of chipped tooth lying by him, but he didn't care. He got up, and stumbled unstably, blindly forward, his face contorted in a grimace of pain. He finally collapsed in front of a building. He loked up and found that he had actually managed to guess his way to his house. If it was any other situation, he would have been amazed by this accomplishment, but now all he wanted to do was crawl into bed, and get away from the world that had treated him so cruelly. He managed to get up and open the door, and stumble into his house, before he collapsed face down once again, and fall into unconsciousness, door still open, and face still bleeding…

………

Truman found himself in an unfamiliar room, white walls with red blotches, and an unnatural red light cast from some unknown source. He got up, and searched the room. He was frightened, to say the least, to find that the red blotches were blood. He looked down and saw that his shirt was clean, and that he was not bleeding. He left, and went down a hall, that seemed unnaturally long, with the red blotches, and eerie light still covering the entire place. He finally stopped walking, and walked to a room on his right, and a disturbing scene met his eyes. Katie, face down, with a knife driven deep into her back, and a pool of blood covering her body. But strangely, he didn't mind this. He actually found the little girl's dead body to be strangely pleasing. He looked up from her, and saw a mirror, he looked into his reflection, and saw not a boy with short brown hair, and a fang sticking from his mouth, but a tall green woman with short, dark green hair, and cold blue eyes, her face twisted in an evil smile. The figure in the mirror laughed, and raised hands, that moments ago were clean, but now were stained with blood…

As Truman's head shot up, he noticed her was in a bed, his nose bandaged, and his tooth still aching. He looked around, and saw that nothing was bloody, he looked in the mirror to his right, and saw not an ominous woman, but just him. He tried to get out of bed, but pain shot through his body. He lied back down on the bed, and it occured to him that this wasn't his house. Two thought ran through his head. The first was

"Where am I?"

And the second was

"What the hell was that about?"

Truman of course was referring to the dream he had just experienced. He, unlike most others, usually remembered dreams, and this had been no exception. He went over the dream in his head again and again, before a voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Unfortunately, it was a voice he really didn't want to hear right then.

"Tru-kun? Are you awake in there?" Konata's voice came from behind the door. Truman ducked back behind the covers. In came Konata, with some bandages, and what looked like some kind cleaning alcohol. She sat by Truman's head, and unwrapped his bandages. Truman managed to see through his eye lids, and saw that the bandages were red, and damp. Konata applied the alcohol, and it stung like hell. Truman tried his best to keep from moving. As Konata turned to grab the new bandages, Truman jerked quickly. Konata felt movement, but saw Truman as he had been before. She carefully applied the bandages to his nose, got up, and walked out. As soon as she was out the door, Truman sat up. He kept up with reviewing the dream, and eventually dismissed it as a random dream. It was just what he was thinking of. He had seen Minami, in adult form, and saw Katie dead, which he took to mean his fear of losing his friends and family. He eventually went back to thinking on what had happened before his dream, and found that it didn't help much either. He sat there until for who knows how long, thinking of all the things that had happened to him since the new had been broken to him that he would be moving to Japan. Another thought ran through his head. Albeit, a bit more random, but not completely pointless.

"Stupid Valentine's Day."

Truman was sick of everything that had happened. Losing Minami was like losing Patty, and almost as bad as losing his family. And it happened on the same day as he lost Patty. On Valentine's Day.

"I'm such an idiot! I guess I never was meant to have a girlfriend for more than a year. But why me? Why am I the only one who gets screwed over by Valentine's Day every year? WHY WHY WHY?!" Truman screamed in his head. Then he calmed down into a depression.

"Any more of this and I'll go insane. Well maybe that would be better. Maybe if I don't know who I am, I won't feel so bad about my life. Or maybe, if I just end it all…"

"Tru-kun, are you awake."

Truman's suicide thoughts ended momentarily, and forgetting that he hated Konata right now, he simply said, "Come in."

Konata opened the door, and came in wearing a revealing nurse outfit. Truman blushed, and coughed, turning his head away. Depressed or not, that was still an embarrassing view.

"Tru-ku… I mean Truman, I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you like this." Konata said guiltily.

"I'm more worried about Minami right now." Truman said sadly.

"I should've known. Well I tried to help. I talked to Minami about what happened." Konata told him slowly. Truman's head whipped around.

"And what did she say?" He asked seriously.

"Sh-she said that she would think about it, then get back to you on it." Konata said nervously.

"Oh…" Truman's head sunk down, depression rolling over him like a boulder on an icy slope.

"Truman, I didn't mean to act like I did back there. I only did and said what I did, because…"

"Because you love me I get it. But I still don't care. You ruined me, and Minami. All because you couldn't control what you did. And now my life is down the drain, and I have no one. No one but Katie, and even that isn't much when I think of how bad me depressed will affect her." Truman said sadly. Konata flinched at the resign in Truman's voice.

"Truman don't say that! Katie wouldn't want to see you like this. Minami wouldn't want to-"

"WHAT DO YOU KNOW?! WHAT THE FUCK COULD YOU POSSIBLY KNOW WHAT MINAMI WOULD OR WOULDN'T WANT?! YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT MINAMI! ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS YOURSELF AND GETTING WHATEVER YOU WANT!" Truman raged. Right now the frightened, guilty look on Konata's face afforded him a deep sense of satisfaction.

"Truman I-"

"No! Alright don't say anything! I'm sick of you right now!"

As Truman said this, he got up, ignoring the pain that coursed through his body. However, he didn't get far, before his body gave out. He collapsed on the floor, and Konata rushed to his side.

"Don't touch me." He spat. He managed to stand up, and supported himself by leaning against the wall. He slowly made his way to the door, and walked out. He walked down the hallway, and to the front door. But Konata wouldn't let him leave. She walked in front of him, and stretched her arms out.

"Truman, I can't let you leave. Not yet. Tonight, my dad will take you home."

"But I need to pick up Katie." Truman pleaded.

"Fine, but we're using the car. I'll drive." Konata said assertively.

"You can drive?" Truman asked surprised by this news.

"Well yeah, I'm 18." Konata said proudly. Truman snorted and said

"And you fell in love with me? Pathetic. A senior loves a freshman, that's gotta be the stupidest things I've heard." Truman said harshly.

"You know I can just keep you here, and let Katie stay there." Konata said a comeback. Truman snapped.

"IF YOU THINK FOR ONE SECOND I'M GOING TO LET YOU TAKE AWAY THE OTHER MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN MY LIFE, RIGHT AFTER YOU TOOK AWAY MINAMI, I'M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS, NO MATTER HOW MUCH IT HURTS ME!" He roared. Konata cowered and said

"Truman, I was only joking. I didn't mean it."

Truman felt guilty by his sudden outburst. He was getting really unstable.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

"It's alright. Now let's go." And with that Konata tried to help Truman to the car, but he stubbornly pushed her aside. Konata turned on the radio, and the song "Gives you Hell" came on. Konata drove slowly, as to not make it painful for Truman. Truman just sat their with a frown on his face, his eyes out of focus.

After they made it, Konata walked in to pick up Katie. She dropped them at their house, and Truman walked in. His pains had gotten better, though he was still pretty sore. He quickly made it to his room, and pulled out his journal. He called it a journal, because a diary sounds to girly to him. He scribbled down a note, and tore it out, then tucked it in his backpack, and drifted off to sleep, trying to not concentrate on the fate he had just put on himself.

Naruhina43: Hey! Did you enjoy?! What could I be talking about at the end? Stay tuned to find out. Next time, on... Total... Drama... Island! Oh wait wrong show. Find out next time on... American... Modesty! Alright that's better.