Chapter 13

Konata

I lie on the floor of my bedroom unhappily, wishing that I could just read my manga in peace. I told Yutaka to get lost - which she didn't deserve - and I've shown even more hatred to Dad's clingy nature. So, after that, nobody is bothering me, and I have been left on my own. I can't watch anime. I can't read manga. I can't go online. The events are constantly occurring in my head - I can't get rid of them. I miss my Kagamin.

"Your what?"

"Konata, I'm leaving."

How could she leave me? Tears sting my eyes as I remember. Why did she have to go? I stare at the phone - her phone - that I'm holding. I wonder if she misses me.

"One day I'll come and find you Kagami."

"One day Konata. One day."

I wish my arms were still clasped around her waist. I wish that she was still kissing my head. I wish she was here. Kagami smelt nice as well. She smelt of home. She smelt of strawberries and roses and new anime collectable figures. She smelt of everything nice and good.

I watch as her figure slowly disappears. I lean on the tree unhappily as the tears drip down my face. They taste bitter and sour. I just want to call out her name. Kagami! Kagami! Don't leave! I want her to stop and run back to me. I want her to hug me and shush me and baby me. I want my beloved Kagami to protect me.

I throw the phone on the floor angrily. This is all my fault. I didn't stick up for her enough at school. I didn't do anything when all those….morons, stupid, idiotic morons said all those things. They drove her away! I hate them. I hate them! I curl up on the floor my arms covering my face. My hair lies on my back, like a blue blanket. I wipe my tears away. Kagami wouldn't want me to cry.

I walk home slowly, the wind biting at my ears and face. Kagami won't actually leave. She can't. She wouldn't leave Tsuaksa or Inori or Matsuri or her parents. She wouldn't leave Miyuki. She wouldn't leave me. I step into my house and sigh, making sure that I don't look like I've been crying. Kagami wouldn't leave me, just like I would never leave her.

If only that were true. She did leave. She has left. I learnt all that from that stupid phone call. The last tiny glimmer of hope I had, was completely destroyed when Tsukasa called - searching for her precious twin.

The phone vibrates. It rings loudly. Do I pick It up? Yutaka looks at me expecting me to answer it. I pick it up slowly, wiping my nose.

"Hello?"

Oh God, it's Tsuaksa. I can't tell her that Kagami left. It hurts me to believe it. I answer Tsuaksa's questions quietly before putting the phone back into it's cradle.

"Who was it Konata?" Yutaka asks innocently, not realising that what she's saying is making me want to burst into tears.

"Kagami's missing." I answer truthfully. I shudder, turning around and heading into my room. Kagami, is now officially missing.

I curl up tighter, my knees up to my face, my toes pointed angrily and my hands clenched into fists. I look at a piece of hair that is hanging on my face. I hold it with two fingers before angrily pulling it out. I wish I had a piece of Kagami's hair. Even if it wouldn't truly be hers. The new dark purple shade of hair. An electronic device is not a very good item to give someone to remember you by. I crawl across the floor and flip up the phone. The screensaver make me a whimper sadly. It's a picture of me and Kagami, wearing our kimono's.

I stumble into my room, collapsing onto the bed. I roll over once. I roll over twice, but I can't get comfortable. I look at my wall. Pictures of a stupid girl from a stupid anime. Girls in anime don't have to go through things like this, Everything is set out for them. If only my life were like that. Then me and Kagami could be happy. We could tease each other and be in love and all that other stuff. And Kagami wouldn't have died. She would still have her long, lavender pigtails, and twilight eyes. If only I had appreciated her looks, while I had them.

I step out of my room, with a broken phone. The screen is cracked and the image of two girls has one large crack down the middle. One crack, erupts into thousands of tiny cracks. One of those girls in that picture died a long time ago. The other, is slowly dieing inside.

Screw homework. Not like I'll need it. The only thing I need is Kagami, and she's gone. Nobody will miss me, I'm sure. I sigh, looking at the screwed up World History homework on the floor. Me and Kagami would have made history together. Definitly.

AN: if you didn't understand sections in italics are flashbacks. Please enjoy.