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Chapter 10, Just a weekend
Lenalee woke up from her slumber, rubbing her yes slightly. She yawned and glanced around sleepily. 'Uh…morning…' She got out of the bed and dragged herself into the bathroom for a quick shower.
'Today's Saturday…so… no school…' She murmured, while changing into a t-shirt and shorts. She went downstairs and noticed a note, sticking on the refrigerator. She took the note and read it.
'So… neither of them will be coming home today…' she thought, slightly relief.
Her aunt and cousin both went outside to do their business and they won't be returning home that day….which means that…
"I'm all alone today!" She muttered before throwing the note away.
"Well…since I'm alone…" She glanced around the kitchen and the living room. "…Mind as well as clean the house today." She grinned and began to do her chores.
Allen groaned as he tossed and turned in his bed.
"So boring…" He murmured. "…nothing else to do…"
It was Saturday and he was in his room, having nothing to do. He already did his chores; cleaning his room, doing the laundry, doing homework…etc…
'Should I my keyboard a bit…?' He glanced at the instrument on the side of the room. The keyboard was a mess at first, with lyrics and notes paper scattering around it. But, he has already cleaned it up.
He huffed. He wasn't really in the mood to play it either. Then, he spotted a small book from the side table.
"Hmm… I wonder what's this?" He wondered as he picked it up, examining it. "Oh…It's just a song book…and it's..." He noticed the name written inside it, which was obviously the owner's name.
"…Ellen? What's her book doing in my room?" He asked in confusion, particularly to no one.
Then he remembered. 'That's right…I borrowed this from her… a year ago…' He gulped nervously. "…and I've totally forgotten to return it to her…"
That didn't sound good at all. It's bad news. What was he going to do? Returning it to her? Wait…that's not a good choice. There's a possibility that she's going be pretty much pissed off. She's already in bad mood these past few days.
Allen shivered frightfully at all the possibilities dead sentences that could happen to him. 'I'm so doom…'
After thinking for a few moment, he sighed in defeated. "Well…it'll be even worse if I don't return it when I still have the chance…"
Also…this might be a good opportunity to talk to her…
He nodded and stood up. "I should really go and talk to her then." He picked up his gloves from the table and rolled down his sleeve. Stepping out of his room, he locked the door.
"Now then…" He stood in front of his door for a while.
…
'Knock! Knock!'
Lavi was comfortably sitting on his couch, reading one of his many books when he heard someone knocked on his door. He sighed and stood up. 'Who could that be? It's Saturday…'
When he opened the door, he wasn't expected to see his white-haired friend.
"Oh…Hi there, Allen! Here to pay me a visit?" He asked with his usual cheerful tone.
"Uh… hello, Lavi." Allen grinned nervously. "Actually…I'm here cuz I wanna ask you something…"
Lavi pouted, trying to look disappointed. "Boo! I guessed wrong… Anyway, what is it that you want to know?"
The white-haired boy scratched his cheek sheepishly.
"Umm…. Do you happen to know where Ellen's room is…?"
…
"Huh?"
"Eleanor!"
"E-Ellen… get…"
"Eleanor! Please, hang in there!"
"T-Take Allen…and get out…"
"No! We're leaving together! Please, don't say that!"
"You can do it, Ellen… Please, go...with Allen…save him..."
"No! Aunt Eleanor!"
Ellen's eyes snapped open as she bolted up from her bed, panting. She sighed, rubbing her temple.
"It was just a dream…?" She was sweating heavily, soaking her tank-top. Her chest heaved as her breathing became slightly unstable.
She glanced around and found out that she was in her bedroom. 'Yeah… It was only just a dream…' She let out a breath of relief as she finally calm herself down.
Then, she heard a knock on her front door. She groaned in annoyance and got out from her bed, stretching her arms.
"Now, who the hell that could be?" She grumbled, clearly not in the mood to converse with anyone. The knock was heard once again.
"Alright! Alright! I'm coming!" She shouted and walked to the front door. Turning the knob on, she pushed it open. "Now what the hell-"
"Hi, there, Ellen. Sorry for suddenly disturbing your nap time."
She flinched slightly. That voice…She stared up at the person, secretly wishing for the visitor to turn out to be anyone other than him.
"W-Walker…"
Her body stiffened, her legs shook slightly as she unconsciously took a step back. "W-What the hell are you doing here?" She asked, her voice shuddering.
Allen stared at her with confusions in his eyes. What's this? Is she scared of me or what? He cleared his throat.
"Well…It's not something important, but…I sort of came here to give this back to you…" He murmured, holding out the book toward her.
She blinked at the book he reached out towards her. "Is that…my lyric book that you've borrowed?" She asked.
The white-haired grinned sheepishly. "Y-Yeah…. I found it after cleaning my room… Ahahaha…."
…
"Oi….When was it that you borrowed it from me…?" She asked, dark auras flowing out from her.
Allen's face began to turn pale at this. "Uh….l-last year…"
"…last year…" The aura became more and more intense as she muttered the phase.
The white-haired could feel his whole body turned as so pale that it would put the white snow to shame. "E-Ellen…?"
…
Receiving no response from her was his signal that told him to run away as fast as possible. But…
'Thump!'
He was a little too late for that.
"T-That hurts…" He whimpered painfully from the floor, where he lied flatly on his stomach with the raven stepping onto his back.
"I've been searching for this book for a very very long time…and I gave up since I couldn't find it anywhere…" She bent down to pick him up by his collar, making him face her.
"And…when I finally forgot about it… a certain old man appeared in front of my door with the material that I've been looking for…saying that…he forgot to return it…" She glared menacingly at him.
"Eek! I'm so sorry!" Allen whimpered under her grasp.
"Just how slow and forgetful is your brain, you damn thousand-years old beansprout?" She growled in rage as she began to shake him back and forth, a vein twitched down her head.
This only added more fright to his already feared mind. "I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry! Please, don't kill me!" He whimpered repeatedly. Her temper is worse than I thought it would be!
After a few more shakings, scolding and lecturing, she finally let go of him, dropping him onto the floor.
She let out a huff before picking up the book that he dropped during her lecturing. She turned around, facing her back against him.
"Now that you've finished with your business, I supposed you should leave right now." She told him.
Allen rubbed his head slightly as he picked himself up from the floor. "Actually… I still have something to ask you…"
"Then hurry up and ask it!" She growled impatiently. She wanted to hurry up and get away from him.
Allen stiffened and nodded. "Err… where should I start asking…? Let me think for a while…"
Gone unnoticing by him, Ellen slightly took a peek at his questioning face and his gloved hand. She frowned slightly.
"That's right! Can you tell me what you meant that day…? About that accident?" Allen asked.
"Before that, Walker… answer my question first!" The raven demanded.
"Umm…yeah…sure…"
She took one deep breath. "Does your wound ache…when you're near me these days?"
The white-haired was confused by this unexpected question, but he replied anyway. "Y-Yeah…it's aching from time to time ever since that day…How did you know about that?"
…
"Ellen?"
The raven said nothing and went back into her room, slamming her door close.
"Whoa! What the hell?!" Allen exclaimed, startled by her sudden motion.
"Hey, Ellen! What's wrong? You haven't answered my question yet! Don't just slam the door at my face!" Allen said while knocking on the door.
"Ellen!" He tried again when he received no response.
"Leave me alone!" She shouted from the other side of the door, her voice cracked a little. "J-Just… stay away from me…a-and… your scar will stop aching…"
Allen was dumbfounded by the way she said this. "What do you mean, Ellen? Why would it stop aching if I do that?"
"Trust me, Walker… Just don't come near me… Just leave me be…" She murmured, her voice noticeably shaking.
Allen frowned. "Ellen…you're not crying, aren't you?" He asked, worried.
"No! No, I'm not!" She replied, laughing a little. "Crying is for weak people! I'm not weak, remember!" She immediately added. "Anyway, if you're not gonna leave my room anytime; I'll jump out of the window, beansprout!" She threatened.
The teen was a bit panicked by this. "Wait! Wait! I'll leave right away! See you later!" He replied, and quickly left the door, literally jogging back to his room.
At the other side of the door, Ellen was on the floor; her back leaned against the door frame, her arms hugging her knees tightly. Her teeth grounded onto one another, trying not to let even a small whimper escaped her lips.
"You're a strong girl, Ellen… I know you can do it…"
She clenched her knees tighter. 'That's right! I'm a strong girl! And strong people shouldn't cry… so…don't I dare cry!"
Lenalee hummed a song as she hang the last clothing of her laundry on the hanging rail. "Now, it's done!" She exclaimed while rubbing her forehead. "With this, I've finished all of my chores!"
But, it wasn't the time to celebrate yet. She still has to clean the storage room. She sighed. "I should get hurried if I want it done quickly…" She murmured walking towards the room that was beside her bedroom.
Opening the door, she peeked inside the room. She could see a lot of boxes and others unused things in the room, but, the room was pretty much clean with no dust visible.
She stepped into the room, glancing around. "I guess I'll just arrange the things a bit…"
As she was going to do so, a certain silver box with strange flowers patterns had caught her eyes. She raised a brow, eying it carefully.
"If I remember correctly… that box is Mom's…" She walked towards the box and opened it.
"Letters?" She murmured when she saw what was in the box. In the box was a small of pack of letters and a diary book.
"Well… Mom used to write diaries and letters…but she never once showed it to me…" She mumbled, picking out the letters.
"Whose letters are these supposed you?" She grumbled, examining the papers. "Oh…there's a name on it…"
Her eyes widened in surprise as she read out the name carefully.
"From… Eleanor….Walker?"
Allen let out a breath of relief as he stood in front of his room. "Geeze, what the hell is wrong with her?" He grumbled. :Maybe she'd accidently hit her head with something or one of the screw in her head is loose…."
Then, he noticed a small packing hanging on his door knob. "Is that for me?" He wondered, picking the parcel. He spotted a small note on the pack.
-Hey, Allen! How are you doing?-
He sighed, knowing whom it was from. "That handwriting is without a doubt…" It's his Dad.
-I've found your Mom's album while cleaning my things. I figure I should entrust this to you since this is the only thing that's left from you mother. Take good care of it! ^^
The teen raised a brow. "Album…?"
Ellen: Oi...Mind if I ask you something?
Me: Sure! What is it, Ellen?
Ellen: You're not planning to make me fall in love with that beansprout, aren't you? *glares dangerously*
Me: *gulps* Sorry... I can't tell you any of that. It might ruin all the fun. But who knows? Maybe or maybe not...
Ellen: ...Don't you dare...
Me: *smirks* What if I dare?
...
Ellen: *cracks her knuckles* You have three seconds to run...
Me: Eek! Thanks for reading, guys. And review, plz! *quickly flees*