Dear readers, I'm alive! Don't fret! I'm back with advanced typing skills!(My school offers computer classes!) Typing is now not so much of a problem as it used to be! YAY!! SO here's my 11 Chaptie!(P.S. This chapter's in Kai's POV and the italics means he's dreaming.)
This bus ride was going to be long and stressful … and boring. I'm sitting here with these losers. Christ I hate them, especially Takao. That little fat pig should be gutted and roasted for my dinner. Ha! That would be a sight!
Anyway look at those losers. They act like life is actually nice. Whatever. Just look at them. That Kimmiko girl and her cousin are too happy. Probably because of all the sugar that they eat.
"Hey, Maxy!", that girl has something hidden behind her back, something stupid.
That retard Max has to yell, "OH, What is it? What is it? What is it?", over and over again. If he doesn't shut up….
"Sea World has a Sea Turtle Exhibit!"
Oh wow, Sea turtles. I'm so happy. Then that boy Ray has to stare out the window and be surprised about how many cars there are on the highway. He acts like he's never …. Wait….He hasn't been in a large metropolitan area before. Oh well, I still wish he would just shut up, too. Well besides them everyone else is pretty quite. One thing that's bothering me though is that Miyu keeps staring at me with this worried look in her eyes. Well if I close my eyes, she can't bother me. Damn….I'm really tired. Really, really, really…..
So I open my eyes again a few minutes later. I'm not on a bus any more. I don't exactly know where I am, but it's warm and familiar. I'm in a bed covered with warm suffocating quilts and blankets in a small room with a fire place, a fire fully ablaze. I see an old grandfather clock ticking away in the corner. It's past my bedtime, but when did I ever have a bed time. I pull back the woolen quilts and realize that a ferocious chilling cold was about the room.
I find my robe on my wooden bed post and wrap it around me. It smells of fresh air and flowers, a scent that brings back the warmest filling I've ever felt. Ever.
I open the door and walk out into the dark hallway. Dead silence is what greets me. No creaking floor boards, no clinking pipes, nothing. As I round the corner with the large stained glass window,(How this didn't surprise me, I don't know. I don't remember ever living in this house.) I see a warm softly glowing light.
"Father I beseech you to remember of your old age. You are growing old aren't you?"
What a strangely familiar voice! So strong yet warm and inviting.
"I have no intention of dying any time soon, my son. Your wish is out of the question. Your brother will receive your portion of my fortune as well for your treachery. Your presence is no longer wished."
A stab of an cane forcefully hits the ground reinforcing the arctic voice. Chills float down my spine, the intensity of the pain growing with each word and reaching its peak with the stabbing cane.
"But…"
"BUT NOTHING!! HOW DARE YOU COME UP AGAINST ME, YOU INSOLET FOOL!!."
A great thudding noise echoes within the walls of the room and the sound of broken glass tinkles in unison.
"YOU DARE ASK ME OF SUCH THINGS AFTER YOUR WIFE AND CHILD!! YOU SHOULD BE GLAD I'M KEEPING THAT HORRIBLE PAIR ALIVE!"
"DON'T YOU TALK ABOUT THEM THAT WAY!", the fatherly voice retorts loudly.
Then a tousle starts. I hear grunting and punches. The breaking of glass and splintering of wood accompany the madcap dance. This didn't seem unfamiliar to me at all strangely, as if this had happened before. So out of habit, I suppose, I run down the hall ever so quietly toward another room with a dimmer light. I see a woman sitting in a rocking chair, rocking back and forth to an unknown beat, knitting a scarf to protect one from the cold. Her hands were graceful yet worn by household choirs and time. Her hair was hanging down in her face, tied up in the back with a girlish ribbon. She looks up slowly with a grim smile and says, "Now what are you doing up, young one?"
"They're fighting again, should we stop them?", I answer like an automaton.
She kneels down to my level and moves my hair out of my face, "I think not, dear."
I can see her features clearly now. Striking eyes of gray and full eyelashes. Her face is framed by her hair, dark brown and flowing. Beautifully thin lips grimacing and small nose crinkling at a thought. Her cheeks were pale, but once I remembered them as being rosy and full of life. She takes my hand in hers. I feel her warmth. I smell her smell. I hear her melodious voice.
" Sleep will come to one who waits patiently soundly in their bed. Head must clear of thoughts and one must not be bothered by that which scares. Bumps and creaks of all kinds. Monsters and ghouls alike. For one must remember who is by their side. For I am with you, love, so don't fret one bit. It's off to bed, my dear darling. When you go to sleep you'll see that one who's closest to you, and that one is me."
Still sweetly singing, she leads me back to my room. My eyes get tired. My head starts drooping. She picks me up and places me in my bed, still singing. She smoothes down my hair as she pulls up the blankets and quilts. I try to stay awake, but I am swayed by song and sleep. I shut my eyes and drift away into the arms of dreams.
I awake with a start as the bus hits a bump on the middle of the highway. I rub my eyes and yawn quietly. This vision I just had was perplexing. Who where all those people? Why did I recognize them all? I don't remember any of them from before.
"Hey Kai!", I hear someone call my name from up front.
I really didn't want to answer so I pretend I'm still asleep.
"I know you're not asleep, damn it! Wake up!"
I open my eyes slightly, "What do you want?" I say slowly.
It was the hyper happy girl Kimmiko, "Hey do you want to play poker? I think you'd be awesome at it considering you lack of expressions."
I give her my death glare to which she shivers and gives me a terribly upset look.
"Fine," I decide to go ahead and go play since I have nothing else to do. Kimmiko deals me in. Nice hand. Almost a royal flush. I look over at Max. He had a bad hand. I could tell because he was just sitting there scratching his head like there was no tomorrow. Kimmiko look indifferent. Nice poker face. Takao, that cow, was snickering and giggling like a four year. Maybe he has a good hand. I get rid of my 6 and hope for an Ace, not to smart, be then it wouldn't be gambling.
"I fold! I suck at this!" exclaims Max.
Kimmiko looks at him smugly and chimes," Well, Maxie, what do you expect? You've never been lucky at cards."
"Well, Kimmiko, and crab pants over there," says Takao, " I think I may just have you beat!"
"You think so?" I plainly state, trying not to give away my now unstoppable hand.
Takao shows his hand, and it seriously sucked. 3 of a kind, "Beat that!"
Kimmiko looks at me, obviously I'm going before her.
"Royal flush."
Takao and Max's mouths are wide open. Kimmiko' s eyes widen in disbelief.
"Wow," she mumbles, "I don't think I could beat that. Well," she smirks, "Unless I had this!"
All hearts. A royal flush. My hand was total dwarfed.
Then all of a sudden the bus lurches forward then violently turns to the right.
"What the hell!" Takaiyu screams.
A multitude of bumps bombards us. Then the bus flips. Blackout.
Weeeelllllll, sorry once again it took me so long. Please forgive me for not replying to any reviews. Please give me some time to formulate the next chaptie!
