A/N: I know the last chapter made you all want to stab me. Hara says the magic words, then dies. I know, I know! I apologize! * dodges bullets and flying furniture * I SAID SORRY! * runs away in terror* Anyways, here's the new chapter and I promise this MIGHT make every thing better.
To michi naki michi: Yes, yes she said it. :3
Danger Prone
Chapter Twelve
Mikoto opened his eyes to the first rays of sunlight of the day. The pounding in his head was a dull reminder of what had transpired just last night. He rolled over and groaned, not wanting to think of the loss of the girl who loved him. The words she had spoken just before he lost her stabbed his heart many a times. He just wanted to never get out of bed again.
And the fire. How would he explain that to the others? He looked out the window as shuffling was heard by his door along with a soft knock. Mikoto did not respond so the door was opened slightly by Tatara and Izumo. They looked at the red-headed teen as he gazed longingly out the window. Izumo cleared his throat.
"What happened last night, Mikoto? We saw the news that there was a massive fire and a whole lot of people died. One of them was Yakuma," so they were releasing names already, huh? Mikoto did not look at them or even acknowledge them. "Apparently, they were actually some huge under ground gang that kidnapped pretty girls who Yakuma took a fancy too and sold into sex slavery. They were always 'christened' with a knife."
Mikoto knew what he meant. Yakuma had tried to 'christen' her last night. Meaning he tried to rape her using a knife. Mikoto finally turned over and sat up, looking more miserable than ever before. Izumo looked worriedly at his long-time friend with a saddened expression.
"Mikoto? What happened? Tell us please?" In response, Mikoto lit his fist on fire making Tatara and Izumo jump back in surprise.
"I did it. I set the place on fire. All for her." Izumo looked confused.
"Her?" Mikoto extinguished his hand and fell back on his bed, covering his face with his arm.
"Hara. Yakuma killed her with a knife to her back." Izumo and Tatara paled at his words.
"But they released all of the names of the victims and Hara wasn't one of them. Not a single girl was mentioned to be there. They were all men," Mikoto sat up again and looked shocked. He immediately threw off his blankets and ran down stairs to the T.V., turning it up full volume. It was still showing the fire and a list of the victims.
A helicopter flew over the building showing the entire perimeter. Her body wasn't there. How could this be? Was it all really a dream? No, he had just lit his hand on fire, it was all very real. Then how? How was she not there? How could she be gone?!
He scrambled for an answer in his brain, but found none. He looked at Izumo and Tatara bewildered, yet hopeful. Maybe, just maybe, she was still alive. He ran tot he phone and immediately dialed her cell, but to his dismay no one answered. Only her voice mail reached his ears.
"Hey~ This is Michitaru Hara! Sorry I can't answer your call right now. Please leave your name, number, and a brief message and I will get back to you as soon as possible. Peace!" Mikoto hung up as his last bit of hope drained away. She had to be really gone, there was no way she wouldn't answer his call no matter the time. His heart sank back into despair.
Sitting at the bar, he laid his head down on it's cool surface. He wanted to just give up, but there was some part of him that kept screaming for him to keep hoping. There was no body, they never said she was dead, it was never confirmed. But he held her until she stopped breathing. He felt her heart stop. She was gone and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
Suddenly the phone rang and Izumo rushed to answer, stopping to look at his friend for only a moment.
"This is HOMRA." He was silent for a moment before turning to the depressed teen. "Mikoto, it's for you." His head shot up as he hopped over the counter and snatched the phone form his hand, but a female voice did not answer as he called out.
"Suoh Mikoto. My name is Kokujoji Daikaku. I would like to speak to you about last night's fire and deaths..." Mikoto continued to listen to the man on the phone with a stoic expression on his face. Once he hung up having gotten the man's address he turned to Izumo and Tatara.
"That man wants to see us, all of us. We're leaving now to meet him. I have the address so hurry up so we can go." Mikoto left a stunned Izumo and Tatara and went back to his room. Putting on his clothes hi noticed something fall from his shirt. A piece of paper floated down slowly and landed on the hard wood floor next to his foot.
He bent down to pick it up and saw it was a picture. Taken of Hara, Mikoto, Izumo, and Tatara at the bar when they decided to have a nice dinner for the end of the school year. She looked so happy and without a care in the world as Mikoto looked sleepy and Izumo was yelling at a nervous looking Tatara. Izumo had wanted to take a new one, but Hara insisted that this was more natural and looked better than one with them all looking 'perfect'. Weird and funny was always better to her.
Sighing, he placed the photograph on his bed and turned to the door. Slowly opening it, he went down to the bar and met the other two teens at the door. Nodding to the door the all exited and left the building. Mikoto looked up then at the sky and saw the brilliant shades of red, pink, and gold. The beauty reminded him even more of her.
She was always so bright and beautiful, but he never noticed. She was always there beside him and she had those feelings she never showed. He felt like a fool. Of course she showed them, he just never took mind of it. He felt guilty for not having loved her back, but now she was gone and it was too late. Sighing again, he led his two friends to Kokujoji Daikaku and an uncertain future.
A/N: I know it wasn't that great, but I had to update with something and I want to see my readers drool over what might happen next. Also, I couldn't kill the sad mood just~ yet! Hehe. Hope you liked it! Review/Follow/Favorite!
