My deepest apology for updating late. School started at Monday and my teachers had gotten from strict-with-homework to plainly-mad-with-homework. Just the first day of semester 2 they had given the whole grade a huge writing assignment - a three thousand word essay on how our holiday went - and it was due the next day. Then on Tuesday we needed to find the definitions, part of speech and make a sentence for 50 words. Due the next day as well. And... Yeah, you get the picture.
And I started reading this series called the Maximum Ride. The books are amazing! Only, after reading slow paced books for the past 2 years, I find this series to be too fast paced. Anyone else reads the series?
Oh, and have I mentioned that I can play the piano? I'm a self-taught pianist, so I don't really go around telling people I play the piano. So, I started playing the Turkish March by Mozart, or Rondo Alla Turka in another language, at October 2011 and stopped for at December in the middle of it. I realized that if I am going to play other songs, I might as well finish this one. So I started playing it again. Let me tell you something: it's challenging (because nothing is hard, just a little challenging) to learn a 5-paged song without a teacher. But nothing's impossible, and since I'd managed to learn half of it, I decided that i'm not going to give up. So yeah, I spent a heck lot of time practicing that song.
Okay, sorry for keeping you from the chapter, if you're still reading this. But I have one more thing to say.
If you guys have an idea for a story, but just can't write well or any other reason but is dying to get a story made out of the idea, be free to pm me or leave a review or something. I'll be delighted to write it for you. I just feel that writing what I want is not going to help me in my Cambridge later on. Well, not that much anyway. So feel free to request me a story :)
I'll answer your reviews in the end of this, because I feel like I'm keeping you too long from the chapter. Enjoy, and once again, sorry for the late update.
He didn't show up for the whole day until I reached home. He was sitting on my bed, staring out the window.
I would've thought that he was just bored if I hadn't seen that he was holding a knife-like object. I observed him again, now realizing that sadness and exhaustion were painted on his face.
"Usui?" I knocked on the slightly ajar door.
"Oh, Ayuzawa," he snapped; his expression changing, "I thought you have a shift in Maid Latte today."
"Honoka wanted to change shift with me," I placed my bag on my study table and inched towards my bed.
"Oh, I- I see…" He said with a hint of formality.
Wait. Formality?
Okay, he was definitely bothered by something.
"What is wrong with you?" I asked; standing in front of him, my hands crossed on my chest.
"What is wrong with me? Nothing is wrong with me. What makes you think that something's wrong with me?" He asked quickly.
A little too quick.
"Oh, I don't know. First, you disappeared in the woods, leaving me alone with that psycho," I stated sarcastically. "Then you disappeared in the restroom, leaving me alone with… Alone. And now you're sitting here staring at the window – even though it's clearly not sunset yet – being formal with me – your freaking girlfriend – while holding a…" I squinted at the object he was holding while he tried to hide it from me even more "… What is that, anyway? A knife?"
"It's nothing," he said quickly.
"Yeah, that's so convincing. Psh," I dropped my hands to my sides and leaned down to him. "Now give that to me."
"It's really nothing," He scooted back, the hand that was holding that mysterious thing hidden behind his back.
"Nothing that you shouldn't let me see," I crawled onto the bed; my hands snaking their way to his back, trying to get a hold of the object.
"Really, it's nothing that you need to see," he scooted back some more, looking uncomfortable.
And I chased him until he was sandwiched between the headboard and me.
"Ayuzawa, it's really, really nothing that you need to be concerned of," he groaned in frustration. Now he was looking extremely uncomfortable. Maybe it was because I was only a few inches apart from him. Or it could be because he really didn't want me to see it, which of course only resulted in raising my curiosity level to the max.
I sighed in exhaustion. Who knew that chasing a dead guy could be this tiring?
I was about to give up and pull away when a scene from yesterday popped in my mind.
I kind of hesitated to proceed with what I was planning in my head but, being the last thing that might get the job done, I did it anyway.
My cheeks blushing furiously, I leaned forward and stopped at the feel of his lips on mine. It was not a long kiss, but it doesn't mean that it wasn't a good kiss. It was so good that I felt myself deepening the kiss myself, but stopped as soon as I had realized it.
"It's okay to open up, you know?" I placed my forehead on the crook of his neck.
Sounds oddly familiar? That's because it was what Usui said last night to me when I was crying. Well, with a few changes from me.
I heard him sigh and then a pair of hands crawled around me, pulling me closer to him.
"Do you really want to know?" He asked softly as his fingers danced on my back, sending tickles down my spine.
I nodded against his shoulder.
He let out a sigh and straightened himself while releasing his arms around me. I straightened myself and sat right in front of him, our knees touching each other since we were sitting cross-legged.
He stared down at his hands with those tired green orbs. I followed his gaze and saw, with eyes the size of a full-grown orange, a knife.
And not just some ordinary kitchen knife, either.
It was enormously huge, its blade 2 inches wide heel and slowly going narrow down the point where it ends. Its blade, instead of being in a shape of a D – which is, more or less, the shape of a usual kitchen knife's blade – was a squiggly isosceles triangle (if you don't know or just simply fell asleep in class because of boredom, an isosceles triangle is a triangle that has 2 angles and 2 sides which are equal to each other.) The knife's handle was made up of something that looked like a block of gold, carved into a stunning figure of an angel with wings 10 centimeters wide each.
"What are you doing with a knife?" I asked while snatching the work of beauty from him. It was mesmerizing. I wonder where he got it from.
"Planning for a suicide," he said nonchalantly as he stared out the window again.
My eyes were only this close to popping out of their sockets.
"Suicide?" I cocked my head to my right. "Not to be unpleasant or anything, Usui, but I don't think you need to stab yourself using a knife to be dead. You are already dead."
He breathed in deep and exhaled loudly, as if from frustration. "I know I'm dead. It's not really suicide that I was talking about. I mean, well, more or less it is like a suicide. Only, of course, you need to be alive to be able to do that. Argh, it would be dawn by the time I finish explaining this," he scratched his head in frustration.
"Make it simple then, because I have tons of paper to do since I didn't get to concentrate in class today." Thanks to Mr. Darkness.
He sighed and chuckled. He looked down at his legs for a complete 5 seconds and then back up at me.
"Okay, but in one condition," said Usui with a smirk on his face.
I knew all too well what the meaning behind that was.
cyndy-kawaii-maidsama: LOL Have you watched the last one?
ChuGaEun: Gamsahabnida! 3
fateMoon: 'Freaky guy' I forgot that word when I was explaining Ankoku -.-
Melaniee: Arigatou! 3
kaiwa: Maybeee. If I tell you then you'll have a clue on what my age is. You'll have your jaw on the floor if you know what my age is. Let's just say that I'm really, really young.
Sarah: Maybe I'll do the Misa gets knocked out thing...
Lost Grey Soul: I did? In what chapter?
Well, that's about it then. Please review and tell me if you want your ideas to be written as a story by meh~
Edit: I'll make another story and post your stories there. I will give you credit for it, of course. I just want to improve my writing skill.