my story is dying

ch 22-101

ch 23-62

ch 24- 52

thank god

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Warning: I hate this story and the fact that chapter 18 has like 400 views and the ones around it have like 200 bugs the shit out of me

As Shinra began to blabber on about Celty and all sorts of nonsense, I couldn't help but notice that another sound had joined into the chaotic cluseterfuck. I glanced over to the source and saw the black haired child shitting on the ground, her knees up to her chest and her face buried in her hands. Sighing, I stood up and cautiously approached her.

"Hey Akane, what's wrong sweetie?" My tone was gentle as I sat down next to her, and despite the fact that she couldn't see me, I had a compassionate look on my face. After a moment of quiet sobs she brought herself to look up at me, tears still threatening to spill from her eyes. She scanned my features for a moment, as if she knew she'd met me before, not only because I may have looked familiar, but also because I knew her name. While part of me knew how bad things would end up if she recognized me, I still wished she'd remember who I was.

"Melody…?" Her tone was uncertain. It was completely clear to me that she really didn't believe I was her, yet at the same time, she'd never been more sure of anything else in her entire life. I nodded and her face brightened immediately. "Melody!" She wrapped her arms around me, and squeezed tightly.

"It's been awhile, hasn't it Akane?" She gave a "mmm," of agreement and still refused to let go. "Can I get up?" I dared to ask after another two and a half minutes of this awkward ass hug. She seemed reluctant to let go of me, but she still did anyways and we both stood up.

"So can you tell me why you tried to kill my boyfriend Shizuo over there?" I still held a smile on my face, trying to be as kind as humanly possible. I was completely sure that Akane would never hurt me, but I wanted to be one the safe side, you know, just in case. Besides, when I'd last seen her, I thought she'd have never been capable of hurting a fly, but she had tried to murder Shizuo Heiwajima right in front of my eyes. People change, and sometimes they do it in a way you'd least expect.

The young child shifted and stared down at her feet. I could tell how uncomfortable she was with the question , so instead of prodding her further, I decided to leave the topic alone for now. Besides it'd be better if I tried to catch up with her first, and make her feel a little safer around all of us. It'd be so much easier to get information if she didn't feel a trace of fear in our presence.

"I'm sorry, that was a little mean of me to just ask you that out of the blue." I put one of my hands on her chin and brought her face back up to mine. "What do you wanna talk about instead?" She seemed much more eager to tell me about what she'd been doing for the past three years, and her face was brighter than the sun itself when she talked about all of her friends at school. But despite her cheery disposition, I couldn't help but feel as if something were off about her. She did seem genuinely happy to have friends, but at the same time she seemed greatly saddened by the subject alone.

We continued to talk for awhile, the other men still talking and paying no mind to us. No, it's not like they weren't interested, it was literally that Shinra doesn't know how to shut the fuck up and it was taking all of Shizuo's willpower not to beat the shit out of him. I finally glanced out of the window and noticed how dark it'd become. "Shit...it's getting late…"

Suddenly, Shinra was right next to me and Akane had begun using me as a meat shield, to protect herself from the perverted doctor. Same Akane, same. "Anyways, I knew you didn't kidnap the girl because, why would you? When all you'd have to do was rip open a bank vault with your bare hands~!" My face scrunched up in annoyance at Shinra's (shitty) teasing and I jabbed him in the gut. Meanwhile, Tom comforted the blonde by putting a hand on his shoulder and reminding him who was currently his audience.

"It's ok, you can relax now." Shinra was trying to coax the poor girl out from behind me, but with very little success. I looked back at her and offered a reassuring look, as if I were saying "it's fine, he won't hurt you." Though to be honest, I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince her, or myself. For some reason, I just really didn't trust this glasses wearing pervert with children.

She stepped forward, still uneasy, so the underground doctor tried an even more friendly approach. "I'm Shinra Kishitani. And do you mind telling me your name?" Instead of giving him an actual answer, all she offered was a cough. At first I thought she was going to start bawling again, but once I noticed her cheeks I realized that she wasn't upset, she was sick. "Oh…?" Freaky-Deaky doctor man put a hand on her forehead for only milliseconds before determining that this girl, did indeed, have a fever.

"Hey, there's a guest futon in the next room! Get it ready!" Shinra began barking orders at the other two men and as we waited, he looked over at me for any possible information on this little cinnamon bun. She may have been young-and very naive- but she still seemed to decipher what the look he'd given me meant. A gentle tug on my sweater indicated that she wanted me to reveal absolutely nothing so I gave Shinra a simple shrug.

"Quick! Hurry! She's got a fever!" That got the blonde moving, and as if one cue, the girl fainted the second they'd left the room.

Fuck me.

Once we were sure she was sleeping soundly, Shinra returned to the living room where we'd all been waiting. I'd say anxiously, but Shizuo just didn't really care, Tom was playing video games, and I was grading papers I'd pulled out of my ass while watching my life crumble.

"Melody...Do you know who that girl is? You said you didn't, but it seemed like you two were talking an awful lot earlier, and she seemed to know you." I only shrugged at this and continued to stare down at my papers. These kids can't learn English for shit. Granted, English is a shitty language, but so is Japanese. Every language sucks equally.

"Come on! This could be important information!"

"I'm just good with kids." I was completely nonchalant on the outside, but on the inside I was screaming endlessly into the void that was once my hopes and dreams. What the fuck.

"You know, I'm really fucking glad it's Saturday, because I would not want to deal with this shit during the weekdays. I already suffer enough with those damn Orihara girls…" The last part was only to myself, but I had still said it aloud.

"Doctor Kishitani! She's awake!"

"Annrrii? The hell?" I sat up, in a confused haze, wondering why I'd heard Anri's voice. When the hell had she gotten here? I looked over at Shizuo, and to avoid an incident we'd had several times, I looked him straight in the eyes, my words being completely serious. "You know Anri, ok?"

"Whatever…" He muttered, rubbing his eyes. After that, we all got up and brought Akane into the room, gently setting her on the couch. Shirna checked her out, while my former student poured her what I assumed to be tea. Meanwhile, I tried to get my brain to function properly, and leaned against Shizuo, to keep from falling over and returning to that sweet, sweet slumber.

Akane cautiously took the cup from Anri, and after quickly deducing in her little mind that she was a good guy, took a sip. Suddenly, the child looked uneasy, and Shinra gave a tiny glare over in the blonde's direction. "Shoo, shoo." He made a gay little motion, and with a growl, Shizuo "shooed." How graceful.

I joined the little party over by the couch and gave Akane yet another warm look. "Don't worry. That man's fine. He won't hurt you." The smile on my face was bigger than Izaya's ego itself, but she still seemed wary of him. Speaking of the flea…He's got to be involved in this in some way. There's just no way he couldn't be. I mean think about it, an innocent little cinnamon bun just tries to kill Shizuo Heiwajima out of nowhere, if that doesn't scream Izaya Orihara, I don't know what does. 'The hell is he up to…?'

"If it's ok with you, could you tell me your name?"

She hesitated for a moment and glanced over at me; I nodded in encouragement. "It's Akane…"

"Akane, huh?" His smile grew. "And your last name?" He pushed further. The girl curled up slightly and looked at her feet again, still not ready to reveal her identity completely to the man. "That's fine." He reassured her, so that she knew that we weren't at all upset with her reluctance. "Are you alright with telling me what happened yesterday?"

I decided to in in on the conversation before Shinra could try yet another tactic to get answers. "Akane, we just want to know why you hurt the blonde one, ok? It's fine if you don't want to tell us, but I'd really like to know why you tried to hurt my boyfriend. I put a hand on her shoulder as a friendly gesture, and sure enough, it worked. Unlike everyone else, this girl actually knew and trusted me.

"Because he's a hit man." She replied simply, as if it were nothing. Of course, to everyone else in the room it was everything but. 'A hit man? Where the hell did she get an idea lik- Izaya.' I frowned as his face popped into my head, and I could just visual his shit eating grin from this little ploy of his. But why was he doing this? What the hell did he have to gain from labeling someone who obviously isn't an assassin, a hit man?

"Somebody told me about him the other day. He told me about a hit man named Shizuo was going to kill both my dad and grandfather. But since I can't go back to my family, I didn't know what to do with myself."

"And what about this?" Shinra pulled the stun gun she'd used on the ex bartender out of his lab coat and held it up like it was goddamn show and tell.

"It was given to me since I needed some way to finish him off." She still seemed so calm as she was relaying all of this information to us. I now had more of an idea why, but it was still shocking nonetheless.

"Who did that?"

"The same person who taught me all sorts of things. When I first ran away from home."

"His name wouldn't have happened to be Izaya, would it?" I questioned rather reluctantly, noticing Shizuo's rage increasing by the second.

"Yeah, he was really nice to me." She responded, still oblivious to not just the rivalry between her target and "helper,' but also the anger said target was possessing at the moment. Now, Shizuo had said that he was going to kill Izaya many times in the past, but something told me that if Izaya were to actually die from a fight with him, this would be the one.

But when I looked back over at Shizuo, I saw that he had one of the kindest smiles imaginable plastered on his face. It was kind of unsettling to be honest. "Heh, just a misunderstanding Akane." He was slowly approaching the girl, his facade still going strong.

"Huh?" Despite her knowing next to nothing about this man, even she seemed surprised by his behavior.

"Izaya obviously has the wrong idea about me." Even when acting like the kindest man ever, he still spat out the name Izaya like he was the scum of the earth. If Akane noticed this though, she didn't say anything. "I'm no hitman." He put his hand on his chest and looked over at me. "You seem to trust Melody a lot, why don't you ask her." She looked back at me and I shook my head, indicating that Shizuo was indeed, not a hitman or assassin of any kind. "Izaya's a friend of mine, but we had a little falling out awhile back, that's all." He put his pointer finger next to his eye and winked at the small child.

Now, Kasuka Heiwajima's a good actor, I'm not denying that. But compared to Shizuo's little performance right there, he's absolute shit. How the hell did Shizuo never get into the entertainment business with skills like that?!

Akane's eyes were shining brightly as if Shizuo were some wondrous new toy, I was rather astonished, Shinra was creeped the fuck out, Anri was just completely confused and Tom, was making one of the weirdest faces I've ever seen in my life.

"I'll go make up with him, right now." And with that, Shizuo began to whistle as he walked to the door and stepped out of the apartment, on his way to "make up with Izaya." Tom followed after him and shut the door, leaving me with the others who had stayed behind.

"I swear, Izaya's just begging for death at this point." I'd spoken the words in English so that Akane hadn't understood what I had said, but the other two could at least grasp what I'd meant. They weren't experts with the English language, but I'd taught Anri the language for christs sake, and surely Shinra had to know at least enough to comprehend my sentence. Things were dead silent after that, all of us wandering through our thoughts that were all completely different, yet connected at the same time.

all i want is chocolate and the sweet release of death