And now for the disclaimer with...........my imaginary friend!!!!
Koko the Loco: ZOMG I'M HERE!!!!!
Me: YES! NOW HELP US OUT KOKO!
Koko the Loco: KATELYN-CHAN OWNZ NOTHIING!!!
Me: YES! NOW LET'S GO AND TAKE OVER THE WORLD!
Koko the Loco: ALL RIGHT!
And with that she too got up from her seat and walked out the door.
I walked down the halls abesnt mindly focused on my one goal.
Mello.
I had to find the blond boy, what I would do after that was still a unclear to me. All I knew, no...I felt like I had to see him. He stood up for me and I wanted to know...
...why?
Hopefully, I would come up with something better...hopefully.
The classes were still in session so the halls were absent of life. It's quiet, full of serenity. If only it were always like this, if only the world were this...peaceful.
My feet seemed to have minds of their own as they dragged my body along as they skidded down the stairs, turned rapidly at corners, they seemed to know where they were going.
If only I had that same pleasure.
Where could that rash boy be? If I were Mello where would I go if I just verbally abused the teacher?
I'm drawing a blank, not good.
Maybe he's hiding out in his room? Or perhaps he's in the kitchen fetching some of his chocolate stash, though why he likes the sugary substance so much is beyond me.
Candy is revolting.
I headed down to his room first, making sure to avoid all the staff who I know would turn me in to Roger. I lightly knocked on the door before peeping inside. Nothing. It was vacant.
If this were a video game I'd have a big neon sign over my head that would read "Game Over, Try Again?"
Naturally, I try again.
Like a fox prowling, I snuck my way to the kitchen. Maybe with a bit of luck he would be scavenging the cabinets for anything that had chocolate attached to the name.
My hands gripped the door handles and with a push I opened the wooden doors to find.......zilch.
Game Over, Try Again?
This was beginning to become annoying. I was growing to eager now to find the blond. It was like some sort of mystery game where I had to find the culprit. But Mello was no culprit.
Mello was...something else entirely.
Maybe that's why I had to search for him, I wanted to figure him out; figure out how he can be so sad, so depressed. Full of blood and tears one minute and the next loud and angry. How can someone jump personalities like that?
How can someone jump from soul to soul?
Almost on the verge of giving up, I trailed the halls in one last futile attempt to find the missing blond. I dragged myself to every door and looked inside. Every room appeared empty. The ones that were not empty were of course the classrooms and I was not dumb enough to check those out.
Where could he be...
Where would he go...
Suddenly, a soft, enchanting melody of music filled my ears; a soft piano piece hummed from one of the rooms at the end of the passageway. Such music that cried out in sorrow, sadness, beautiful music.
As if I was floating along the strings of music that poured out of the room, I followed the beautiful sound and then, I found myself standing outside the music room where the soft harmony was being played.
I daringly opened the door to take a peek at who was playing the white, ivory piano in the middle of the classroom.
A head of bright blond hair caused my eyes to widen in shock. A large neon sign went above my head and read "Winner!"
I had finally found him...
Mello....
I let my fingers roll across the keys as I played the soft music. The piano hummed softly and eagerly let out the noise I allowed it to sing. But while my fingers were carelessly playing my mind was lost in thought.
Never, I mean never in my life have ever stood up for someone. Not even Matt who's the closest person to me.
Was the closest person to me.
That girl has really gotten to me, heck I'm even willing to even sacrifice my own life for her! Either she has some sort of magical ability to have boys do her every whim or she's just plain lucky.
Or cute.
Hmm, let's go with that.
And her eyes, they had a way of etching themselves into my heart. The redness of them, the hidden emotions behind them, and tears that hide themselves beneath her lids.
Those damn eyes get to me every time. When that idiotic teacher was yelling at her for no reason, her eyes...they...she looked lost.
Of course, I had to help her, I'm a slave to those crimson pupils. I never want to see her sad, ever again. And I will do everything in my power to prevent any harm to come her way, even if that means taking a good old lecture from Roger, who was probably looking for me right about now.
As I picked up a high note I heard the door creak open. Not wanting to break the tempo I continued on; Roger could wait for me to finish my song.
My curiosity heightened when the old man didn't speak. Maybe he's just fascinated with the fact that someone like me can play so softly.
You wouldn't expect good music from someone like me, would you?
I heard the soft patter of footsteps come closer to me, and as quick as it came, it stopped, as if the source was contemplating something. Roger's shoes don't make quiet footsteps like those His are rouse, full of force and pride.
I jabbed my head around, soft blond strands blew in my face in the process, and found her...
...Kiko.
What the heck was she doing here?! She wasn't supposed to follow me?! Then again if she had been following me I would have noticed so.....
Did she come look for me?
A lump in my throat formed as I watched her shift uncomfortably against my cold stare. She looked like she had been running, her hair was messy and her clothes were wrinkled. Pink tinted her cheeks as she turned her eyes to the floor.
"I-I-I..." she stuttered. It was quit cute actually, "I was just wondering are you-I mean.....um..." She needs a little help on her speaking skills. Judging by her fighting stance she hates speaking to an audience, even an audience of one.
The red-eyed girl looked up and surprisingly her cheeks were coated with red.
As red as her eyes.
A new emotion unfolded, determination. She spoke with a much stronger tone this time, "I wanted to thank you, Mello."
It was my turn to blush. I turned my head back towards the direction of the piano keys and continued to play. "It was nothing." I mumbled out, embarrassment seeping to the corners of my face.
I heard her footsteps again and before I knew it she had sat down next to me on the bench. Her red-eyes bore into me as I music poured out of the piano yet again.
I didn't dare look up and meet those blood orbs. I was supposed to be tough, not that broken crying Mello she had stumbled upon so many weeks ago.
That wasn't me. I'm not weak.
"Why did you do it?" she asked, her question shocking me. I stumbled along the keys causing a screeching sound to be emitted. She winced, regretting she asked immediately.
How could someone so smart be so dull at the same time! I would think the answer would be obvious as clear daylight in the sky. Maybe she was blind, unable to see the sun's rays.
"I would think it would be evident.' I spat out. Why was I be so cruel? Did I treat everyone I love this way? Is this why Matt left? I continued on, "He was calling you out and you didn't even stand up for yourself!" I turned to her and saw that her eyes were cast downwards following my slim fingertips.
"I didn't have a reason to speak up." she whispered, her fingers stroked the hem of her jacket.
"Well, you should of. If you let people walk all over you, you'll never get anywhere in life." I played a harder note this time,. The song matched the atmosphere of the room.
"You think so?" she said. something was hidden in her voice, something I couldn't figure out.
The next few minutes were silent except for the humming that came from the music. Even her breathing was silent, in and out, in and out, she looked so passive. Too serene.
Then she broke the silence, "Mello, can I ask you something?" her red eyes landed on me when I looked up. They were full of interest.
"What?" I said, my tone was spiteful. I mentally kicked myself wondering why I was being so rude.
"Umm...how did you come to be at Whammy's?" I jammed my fingers against the keys, yet again, causing a screeching noise to interrupt her.
"That's a little private don't you think?" I spat. Is this how I treat all those I love? With such rude, hateful behaviour? She didn't do anything. She was honestly curious, so why did I feel the need to glare her down?
"Oh...sorry..." She trailed off, her eyes lost for a moment before she spoke again, "Did they not want you?"
I coughed loudly and turned my shocked eyes towards hers. Doesn't she know when to quit?! "No, they did not dump me off here!" I yelled, the stun in my voice seeping out of my mouth, escaping from my lips.
Her eyes widened a bit before softening to an understanding, "I see. Sorry for my bluntness." Her fingers reached up and slid across the keys let a purring noise play. Her eyes seemed to haze over as if she was thinking hard on something.
Then all of a sudden her face turned pained and she squeezed her eyes shut. "Kiko?" I asked, wondering what on earth is going through that girl's head.
"Did you see?" she said suddenly. See what? What was she talking about...
...wait, she didn't mean...
Her eyes confirmed the my accusation when she looked at me. Sadness practically poured out of them. But something else trickled out...understanding?
"Yeah..." I croaked, "I saw my mom..." I couldn't finish, but she seemed to know. I was too weak to even save my mother, what kind of bastard am I?
I just sat there...crying, snivelling like a baby. I know I could have done something, at least hit that bastard or something...but I didn't and she's gone because of me.
My father wouldn't of wanted me to just sit around; he fought so why didn't I? Coward.... that's all I am.
"You're not weak just because you hid." she whispered. Wait, how did she know tha- "I know exactly how you feel..." There was something eerie about the way she stated that.
"What do you mean?" I said, not bothering to mask my emotions anymore. My eyes glistened with tears at the thought of that wretched night. That was the night Mihael Keehl died and Mello was born.
Kiko paused, her eyes inquired me. With a rasp tone she said, "I...watched my family die..." she broke off and slammed her eyes shut. She seemed to be fighting something, memories perhaps?
Who would want to remember something like that?
"Were you hiding?" I know it was rude to ask such a vulgar question but I wanted to know....was she like me?
"N-no, he forced me to watc-" she couldn't continue. Her beautiful face contorted in pain as she clenched it tightly. Her knuckles turned white as they tightened against her scalp.
Not knowing what to do, I put my hand against her back in a comforting gesture, but that only made her flinch away. She stood up and moved over to the other side of the room. Her back slid against the wall as she moved to sit down.
Within an instant her face was neutral again. I stared her, confused and regretting asking such a distasteful question. I turned my face away in regression.
"Is that why you cut yourself?" My head snapped quickly back towards her. Her frail hand trailed over her crossed leg. Her eyes were blood-like as they flashed with a cat's oddity.
Subconsciously, my fingers left the piano and traced the white lines that speckled my arms. "I-I....." I was at a loss for words. What could I say to such an accusation....
The dark-haired girl stood up abruptly and headed over to me. "It's okay. It makes you feel alive doesn't it?" I looked at her bewildered, not understanding what the hell she was implying.
She shoved her jacket sleeve up and showed me what she meant. Her arms were covered in white little scratches. Some newer than others. I couldn't find a place where there wasn't a mark.
"Does it make you feel alive?" she asked. I looked at her, horrified that such a thing left her lips. But the scary thing was that it did make me feel alive, human even....
But still...
I shook my head briskly and said, "K-Kiko! Don't do that! It's bad and..." my eyes trailed over to hers, "Please don't..." Something in her eyes sparkled with life. Something bright....
"Don't worry I quit a while back." She said as she rolled up her sleeve.
For a moment no one spoke, our eyes locked in a silent battle though I didn't know what about. She's so confusing, yet intriguing...and she's just like me....
A shout broke the silence, "Mello! Where are you young man?!"
You like? There's so much more behind that girl :). I'M EVIL XD. lol In case you were wondering I deleted the intermission chapter cause I didn't need to ask you guys questions anymore XD. So if you couldn't reveiw, that was the problem. BUT I EXPECT REVEIWS FOR THIS CHAPTER! XD Please with sugar on top. There are cookies involved in this exchange XD.
Thanks for the reveiws!!!
vampiresweets: Aw thanks! That is the best compliment ever!
playboy-bunny: Thanks for the reveiw! Who cares about spelling XD.
Winters Angel: You'll have to find out :).
CuteCountryGirl-14: Thanks for the reveiw! lol Yes, Mello doesn't care what people think. Me too! But that's because I ALWAYS talk XD.
irule505: Thanks for both reveiws! It's fun making Near get surprised :3. And yes, KILL THE DINOSAUR! In a strange sense, yes she is. BUT WAIT TILL YOU FIND OUT MORE OF HER PAST! XD. I'm sorry! I forgot to put the song name D:. It's "Note To Self" by From First to Last. AWESOME SONG! The powerpuff girls own all XD.