The office was tense. Eyes were on me, and I kept my own to the floor, only flinching once when the door opened. I clenched my eyes closed, fearing the worst, but opened them wide when I heard the voice and snapped my head up to take it the blue-haired figure kneeling in front of me.
"Andy, what happened? Your pretty face is all bruised up! Yo, princey-pal! What the fuck happened to my Andy!" I wanted to smirk at the sharp voice that was making the principal wince, especially when the speaker was clearly over six foot and the build of a construction worker that was used to lifting two hundred pounds of cement.
"Err...are you Andrew's guardian? I'm Mister Sharp, the principal of this school." The principal asked, staying in his seat but extending a hand to shake. "I'm sorry for calling you out of work for this, but it's procedure. Mr...?"
"Name's Kira." She told him, taking off her sunglasses to glare at him with vivid green eyes. "Now what happened to my Andy! Am I gonna have to bitch-slap some pussy's daddy?"
"Er, that's completely unnecessary...Kira. Just to let you know, Mister Rodriguez here started a little brawl with Mister Brian Duvall. I've heard his side of the story, and his parents have already collected him. Now I'm waiting for Mister Rodriguez's side of the story, but he insisted you were here as well."
"..." I looked down again, not liking the feeling I was getting from Kira. Her hand crept over and put on my head, making me lean against her with her hand stroking my head.
"Sharp, I'm telling you now. Look up his record. Does it mention ONE transgression? No, it doesn't. So now, all of a sudden, Andy is a delinquent that starts fights with the star of your fucking basketball team. Yeah, you don't need to tell me, I already know. I'm more involved in this fucking school then you know. So, what did this Duvall bitch say? All he was doing was talking to his friends, minding his own business, when Andy just attacked him out of nowhere and all he did was defend himself! FUCKING BULLSHIT!"
"Kira, please, there is no need for that kind of language!"
"Fuck you! Call this fucking kid back in here, I wanna hear his story for myself!"
"It'll take awhile, I mean, his parents also work..."
Kira growled and stood. "Call this fucking kid in, or I'm going to the police and press charges for assault, and believe me, there WILL be a full-scale invasion into this school. I trusted this institution to keep an eye on my boy, and here he is bruised up, and the fucking school wants to just punish him, when he didn't even start the fucking thing!"
I grabbed her jeans and pulled on them, directing her attention at me. "Kira...please. Can we just go home?" I asked quietly. Kira sat down slowly and scooped me up. Pretty easy when I was basically a twerp. Sixteen years old and I still look like I'm twelve.
"Mis...er...Kira. There is no need to call the police on this matter, right? It can easily be solved-"
"If you finish that sentence, you will see the full pissed-off mode. What I showed you was just Bitchy. No, Ted, it apparently can't be solved!"
"Then I'll just let Andy off with a warning and we can call it a day, alright?"
"Why me!" I asked. "Mister Sharp, do I look like I'd be picking fights with ANYONE! It started because Brian-!" I stopped and went red. My eyes were burning, threatening tears. "He...cornered me in the locker room after gym...and was bullying me...I left it alone then, then I overheard him bragging to his buddies about how he made me his bitch...then Allie went psycho and told him if he didn't shut his mouth, he'd regret it. Brian went around her and started shoving me, calling me names...and that's how it started."
"Who threw the first punch, Andy?" Kira asked. "You, or him?" I refused to make contact with her burning eyes.
"I did...but it wasn't me who started it! If he didn't start-!" I had to stop again, because my stomach was cramping up horribly. I coughed into my hand, my head hurting from the pressure.
"ANDY!" I looked over at Kira, who was staring down at my hand before picking me up and taking me out to the car. I took that moment to look down, and saw my hand was covered in blood.
And I'd give up forever to touch you, cause I know that you feel the same way.
You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be, and I don't want to go home right now.
I opened my eyes to bright lights and a white ceiling, a disheveled Kira sitting next to me filling out papers.
"Kira..." I called out, wincing from the burning that was coming from my throat.
"The police is doing a full investigation when I brought you in. Can't believe no one took your medical history into account. You have some serious bruising on your kidneys, and a rib has a hairline fracture. The kid obviously knew how to do some serious brawling, because you had too much damage then from just one schoolyard slapfight." Kira told me, not even looking up. But I did wince when I saw the pen in her hand snap in half, ink splattering everywhere. "Andy...when you leave tomorrow, it'll be to my house. You're not going back to that abusive bitch your father married."
I opened my mouth to deny what she was accusing my stepmother of, but shut it when I saw her face. One word of any of that from me could easily lead to someone's murder.
"...Did...you already get my stuff?" I asked easily. Kira nodded. I sighed, a little relieved I won't have to have a final confrontation with my stepmom. "What about school?"
"The principal, any teachers that were involved, and the fucking nurse are all under police investigation. Duvall was withdrawn from school until after the trial. He's being formally charged with assault and battery. I went for attempted murder, but it was shot down. Apparently your injuries were serious, but not life threatening. Complete and utter bullshit, but oh well. I have to leave it to the justice system, otherwise it'll be me up for trial, then I wouldn't be there to take care of you." Kira reached over and stroked my hair, moving my bangs from my face. "Andy...come to me...for everything. You don't have to rely on anyone else or just yourself. Okay?"
I nodded and succumbed to the drowsiness her stroking was doing.
And all I can taste is this moment, and all I can breathe is your life.
Cause sooner or ever it's over, I just don't want to miss you tonight.
I awoke to someone shaking my shoulder and yelling loudly. "WAKE UP! DAMMIT ANDY!" I jerked up and threw my arms around the blue-haired woman, bawling my eyes out. The nightmares were worse than before. They wouldn't stop coming. Kira just held me in her lap like a little kid and rocked me gently, letting me cry it out. I was now eighteen years old.
"It was horrible..." I whispered, digging my face into her chest.
"I know, precioso tesoro. I know." She stood up with me in her arms and took me into the kitchen, where she sat me up on the counter easily, withdrawing a glass canter of brandy from the liquor cabinet and gave me a shotglass of it. It burned going down when I threw it back, making me cough. It felt good when it hit my stomach though. It warmed my body and I held my arms out sleepily to the bluenette. She picked me back up and took me into her room, where she laid me down, bringing the comforter up to my chin before getting in herself, allowing me to dig into her side and steal her body heat.
"Sueno pequeno el bien." She murmured, draping an arm over me.
And I don't want the world to see me, Cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.
Kira was my entire world. If it wasn't for her, I would've been dead long ago. She was my caretaker, my guardian. My husband, my best friend. We were so happy, we didn't even know it was going all downhill. Kira never told me she was hearing that voice inside her head. The demon that was threatening to shred her mind apart. I never knew, and she never told me. It was starting to get to the point, that when I heard her name for me, it made me want to cry and hide. Away from her, towards her.
Then, the crash came. The demon succeded, and took away her body. She almost killed me. Then her eyes cleared for that brief moment, and ran out the door.
It wasn't until the police came to my door the next morning, that I got into my car and went to the hospital.
She was awake when I arrived, just her chest and leg bandaged up. She had stitches above her eyebrow and a small smile on her face. I took her hand and smiled back.
"Everything's fine now..." She promised. "I'm so sorry, precioso tesoro." I hid the chills that went down my back.
And you can't fight the tears that aren't coming, or the moment of truth in your eyes. When everything's like in the movies, yeah, you just bleed to know you're alive.
She lied. That bitch lied to me. Everything wasn't fine. It was a week after that that she decided she was going to order me a 'companion', so she wouldn't have to worry about me as much. He was our soon-to-be son, Ivan. He grew quickly into an adult Ivan, and wanted a family of his own. That's when Yao came, and soon after that, Arthur. It was with that the demon came back, and Kira had let it happen. The breaking point was when Ludwig came. Kira had been completely taken over, no sign of her coming back like what had happened the last time. She had lured me into a false sense of security, then literally tried to kill me with her love. Her inhuman strength, crushing my ribs with her bear hug. If Ivan and Ludwig hadn't come, I would've died. Instead, Kira did.
Kira was dead. She hadn't even reached thirty yet. She died because she loved me too much.
And I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.
I'm called Andy Beillschmidt now. After the 1st anniversary of Kira's death, he proposed. I accepted his ring, and he completely understood when I insisted on keeping my ring from Kira on my middle finger, next to his. we opened up a tea shop in the square, and that's when I met Alana. She had gotten an America unit in a sweepstakes, and her father kicked her out of the house for it. He had a thing for my 'daughter' (my cross-dressing Arthur). Alana and Alfred live with us now. It helps fill the void a little more. But there will always be this gaping hole in my chest when I keep thinking 'what if'. That's when Ludwig and his brother Gilbert take me home for private time, leaving the shop in Ivan and Yao's perfectly capable hands.
And I don't want the world to see me, cause I don't think that they'd understand.
When everything's made to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.
"Wow...you know, when Miss Lolli told us to get the scoop on our buyer's lives, I never thought we'd find something like this!" The dark-violet haired girl sitting across the table from me looked over at a ravenette who shared the same name as my first 'husband'. They look nothing alike, so it didn't hurt as much.
"This is just too awesome. So, are you a transvestite or something? You're a dude, but you spent half your life as a woman..."
"Yeah. I guess I am, kind of." I said, cocking my head slightly. "Not exactly sure. I mean, maybe I'm just a crossdresser like Artie? I'm comfortable wearing women's clothing and acting as the wife. Lord knows with my men I can never pull off being the husband." The ravenette grinned.
"Dude, Rixka, this is awesome!"
"Thanks for meeting with us, Mrs. Beillschmidt. Can we call on you again if we have more questions?"
I nodded. "Thanks for coming. And good luck Kira, Rixka. You know where to find me!"
They waved and took off, the shop's bell tinkling after them. A blonde approached me as I stood.
"Are you alright, Andy? I know it must've been painful to talk about her..." Ludwig put a large hand on my shoulder.
"I think...it'll be alright now." I smiled up at him and kissed his jaw, really the only place I can barely reach. Damn freaky super-tall people. "Now, a lot more people will know what Kira has done for me...and how happy I am now, even when she's gone, because of what she did for me."
"You know, those two seem very familiar to me. I wonder why..." Ludwig thought, a crease coming to his eyebrow. I chuckled and reached up to rub it away.
"They're the same people that run Oblivion and Discipline. Flying Mint Bunny wouldn't come out this far, so they took over for my shipments."
"Why does that sound like a BDSM shop?"
I shrugged. "Who knows."
I just want you to know who I am.
I just want you to know who I am.
I just want you to know who I am.
Everything'll be fine...