Rain: You guys happy that it's finally over?
Amaya: I don't know… *narrows eyes* …unless you plan on killing me… for real this time.
Kidou: What made you twist the story?
Rain: Guilt, my dreams and stuff… Eh, but anyways enjoy the fic's wonderful (?) ending.
Amaya: It better be one hell of a chapter… *sharpens knives*
Rain: Er... To Abby, Dana, Anica, Irene, Chrissy, etc.: So this it. This will be the first completed multi-chapter fic I've made!
Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN Inazuma Eleven or the song Koe by Amano Tsukiko. The only thing I own is Amaya. ^^
To walk away and pretend nothing happened was the coward's way out of trouble. She had two options: to lie and say she had a much important matter to focus on or to tell the truth to Kidou. But imagine telling someone who has believed their loved one was now at the other side for ten years, and then you suddenly tell them that the person was still living; it would simply be a bad joke to them.
She returned to the apartment and fell to her bed. Valentine, or should we say Amaya covered her face with her pillow. She didn't know what to do with her life any longer other than maybe avoid Kidou at all costs. She doesn't plan on facing him after her revelation, never plans on it.
"A scar is not an injury; a scar is a healing. After an injury, a scar is what makes you whole."
—China Miéville
If, for example, you are alive at the bottom of the sea,
I shall cut off my two legs
And become a fish
A few days passed since they have finished the case. Fudou was back from Brazil; as for 'Valentine', he wasn't sure of her whereabouts. The only thing she left was the folder she used as reference during the whole case. He rang the bell on the manor's door as Kidou opened the door.
"This is from Valentine," He said, giving the folder of files, "I don't know what came up with her schedule but after interrogating the suspect, she seemed bothered. See you around." He walked away from the manor.
Kidou called for Fudou's attention, "Did she say anything about the case after questioning the unsub?"
"Not much, she just said he confessed he did it."
If, the deeper I sink, the closer you get,
I care not even if I become a shadow that wanders the endless dark
Kidou scanned each file but the papers were merely backgrounds of former suspects and data about Amaya and her family. As he flipped a page, he found a letter addressed to him. He read the contents carefully.
My heat haze, which hangs bewitchingly in the air,
Simply drowned in the days that will not be granted to me
You are not here
I know that
I know that
'For not able to meet you as I promised, I deeply apologize. With the case now solved, Lubbock Henktacker is now in maximum security facing the consequences of his actions; however, this isn't the real reason I have written you this letter.
As of this moment, I am now investigating a new complex case with a certain deadline to aim for. Again, I apologize that we won't be able to bid our farewells directly… I thank you for the quality time we spent together while I was there; you showed me how to experience life in a whole new level.
This is my farewell; I'm not sure if our paths will ever cross but for now, goodbye.
-Valentine Reid'
Something seemed off, Kidou thought as he reread the letter again. Little did he know, his speculation was actually indeed precise…
The rising, rising sun
Will purify the place where I am
The lukewarm, lukewarm wind
Will carry off the signet carved blue
The investigator walked at a great pace through the streets of Tokyo. The crowd of people around delayed her walk to her destination, her previous apartment where she stayed during the previous case. She needed to retrieve back her items for her departure back to America.
As she continued her stroll, tears started to pour down the girl's face. The more she attempted to wipe them away, more would stream down. She felt like a crybaby; a five-year old hopelessly lost. The truth about everything that happened in the case was still lingering in her thoughts. All this time... she was living a lie.
If, for example, these words of mine will reach you,
I care not even if you deprive me of my vocal cords
And throw them away
She looked at her watch and her eyes widened, seeing that the time was already five in the afternoon. Her plane was leaving by six and she hasn't fixed any of her things nor reached the apartment; she was going to be late. Spacing out was a bad time at that very moment for our investigator. She bumped into someone due to not looking around her surroundings. The two, after their crash to one another, were now sitting on the floor.
When she finally snapped back in to reality, she gasped as she stood; the man she just bumped into now was Kidou. She wanted to run but her body wouldn't allow her to. The world must have been against her wishes of not seeing him. The former playmaker looked at her ever so carefully with his piercing gaze. His red eyes were lock on her purple ones. Amaya looked away until Kidou cupped her chin.
The present moment where I lost my brilliant wounds
Your body heat, which stole anything and everything away
I sought them
I sought them
Even if they are illusions
"I thought you had a case?" He said, sternly.
Amaya stammered, "Um… I just need to retrieve my things from the apartment then I'll be taking my leave!" She tried giving a convincing smile.
But if she could remember well, there's a giant chance Kidou can see completely through her. Then again… he doesn't know yet.
"What about I assist you?" He suggested.
She replied nonchalantly, "It's not necessary, I can take care of the matter myself."
The fading, fading warmth
Will take with it the place where I am
I want to fall asleep while embraced
By those arms that wiped away even my punishment
The longer she looked at his eyes, she bit her lip; she felt guilty for all the lying she was doing. Kidou eventually let go of her but both were still looking at each other with deducing eyes.
"I'm sorry…" Amaya bowed, "I haven't been completely honest about the real results of the case."
"What do you mean?" Kidou asked.
"Well you see… about Amaya…"
"What about her?"
Alright, there's no escaping this now; you might as well tell him! She told herself. She brought the topic herself, she might as well try to tell him.
Her voice went a bit dry, "What if… she was still alive?"
Kidou was taken by astonishment by her words. What did she mean? She had to be joking right? If she had been alive since, wouldn't she have shown herself to him? Wouldn't she have taken in consideration how he would react to her death? How it would affect not only his life but her family's?
The rising, rising sun
Will purify the place where I am
I want to sleep while embraced by
Those arms that wiped away even my punishment
The fading, fading warmth
Will take with it the place where I am
The lukewarm, lukewarm wind
Will carry off the signet carved blue
"She can't be…" He said, "She was shot on the chest, bleeding profusely; I saw her die in front of my very eyes."
Amaya's heart began to beat fast as she continued this talk with him. She was one hundred percent right about him not being able to comprehend it but instead…
She scoffed, "You're not thinking logically, Kidou; Think of the many possibilities! Her uncle is Kageyama Reiji, she was a good liar, and you knew her better than anyone else… you knew her better than me…"
There are not enough
Rotting splinters of memory or piercings to fill me
Forgotten and blurred,
Your voice fades into the throng
Rotting, shedding,
There are not enough piercings to fill me
Forgotten without a trace,
Your voice becomes the throng
Amaya tried to hold her tears back, "Yuuto…"
She suddenly embraced Kidou as tears started to stream down her face once again. He finally got it… The former playmaker held her tightly, not wanting to lose her again…
Kidou and Amaya: *shocked*
Rain: *stares at the two* …Oh well! Anyways, again, this is the last chapter of the story, For My Beloved Rose. Hope you enjoyed! I might make a special chapter or not but I want you readers to decide. ^^
Amaya: ...P-please leave a review.
Kidou: Before she gets another idea on another story involving real death…