Heeeyyyy! I'm really excited about the ending of this story that I just can't stop writing! I mean, I love this series and all, and ending it would be sad and hard, but I just love the ending so much that I just have to write more! Therefore, I'm here with another update even though chapter 35 has just gone out yesterday. Back to daily updates!
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CHAPTER 34
fateMoon: LOL, I heard that a LOT! Even my teacher who read the series said that the ending was horrible.
Raina Rasberry: I know. When I reread my previous stories, I hated them, too. Although I'm just thankful that my writing has improved now :p
kaiwa: Saw the movie on Saturday and I absolutely LOVED IT! Although, yeah, they skipped Madge, the leg and the ear... Sad...
Bevy: It's okayy.
UsagiKuro: Fluffy without overdoing it. That's really creative how you use the word.
WanderingDreamer4Ever: Aww, thanks.
usuixmisaki: LOL, that is the 10th time I heard that. Guess it does suck, huh? I haven't finished reading Mockingjay, though. Had a lot of work to do.
violentshade: Okay, make that the 11th time I heard that.
xtheBLEACHEDalchemistx: Yeah, I was planning to do something like that, but I thought that this way was better for the plot. Sorry.
dawn: 12th time I heard that Mockingjay is bad. Wow, is it really that bad? And that's a great idea right there! I'll consider it first.
blackopalz21: Not when the ghost teleport.
CHAPTER 35
usuixmisaki: I honored that you compared my work to the Hunger Games! Although my work isn't as great as Suzanne Collins's, so I really don't deserve the praise ;/;
Raina Rasberry: I was planning to do that, but I figured that having the fans already knowing how the character act and most of the story is easier for me to write a story. I wrote one chapter story last time, but I didn't upload it, though. Maybe next time if I have time.
arissamei-chan: Haha, I love suspense! And it's okay, you have a life outside fanfic, too.
fateMoon: LOL, I seem so cruel with all the suspense and anxiety chapters, don't I? LOOOOLLL.
I was sick. I didn't do anything but to sit and listen at my boyfriend yelling in intense pain. Don't get me wrong, it made my heart ache, hearing him that way, but my system wouldn't receive the message that my brain sent.
And he shouted again.
And he shouted again.
I should've been panicking. After all, my ghost boyfriend was evidently in pain, caused by the prone of satan from hell himself that could perform an exorcism. But I didn't panic. I was numb from the outside world. It felt like a dream. It all felt like a dream. The fact that Usui was, to quote him directly, 'drawn' into me. The fact that I was dating him. The accident that took away Usui's life. And that I had two guys, literally, fighting to death for me. A sweet yet horrible dream, but a dream nonetheless.
And suddenly, there was silence. The crickets started chirping again. I could hear the fountain's splashes again. There was peace.
That was when I started panicking.
I knew why the crickets had stopped chirping. They could feel the paranormal activity happening around them. All animals could. And when they start to go back to doing their usual habits again, that's the sign that, whatever supernatural disturbance that have been around, is gone.
And now that the crickets were chirping again, did that mean that…
…Usui was gone?
I sprang up to my feet, feeling the adrenaline rush in my blood flowing like a clear river. I wasn't scared anymore.
I was enraged.
I ran towards the direction where the sound had come from, before it stopped. I ignored the cold bitter wind slashing against my face and exposed limbs; my anger warmed me up. I ignored the fact that I might be killed tonight, under the hands of the very person who had ever invited me to a dance. I ignored all the trifling matters that surrounded me and focused solely to the anger and hatred I had for Ankoku. For Usui's death.
But most of it was reserved for myself. For being such a weakling. For not seeing this coming. For ever trusting that dumbass Ankoku.
I ran through the basketball court, not caring whenever I trip over balls all over the court. I ran through the soccer field, cursing out loud whenever my foot got stuck into a hole the soccer players dug. I ran through the woods, kicking and lashing the vines and roots away from my feet. And by the time I arrived to the cemetery across the other side of the woods, I would bet that I looked like those homeless guys on the street who wear those 'Will work for money' signs around their necks.
Panting, I looked for signs for a soul. Living or dead, any one would do. And a spirit I found. No, actually, make that two spirits.
"Usui!" I shouted, trying to get his attention.
In the far line of the horizon, there were two small dark figures. One was unconscious and the other one was trying to stand up, only to end up falling on top of the unconscious one. I couldn't make out which was Usui and which was Ankoku, because the clouds had covered the moon above and the nearest street lamp was about six yards away, and it only had a single 50-watt bulb. And the glow that Usui usually emitted seemed non-existent.
"Ankoku! Whatever you're doing, stop it!" I shrieked, running towards the two figures in hope that I could stop whatever bad thing that was happening.
And I arrived just in time to witness something gut-wrenching.
Ankoku, unfortunately, was the one trying to stand up while Usui laid with his eyes closed and mouth apart beside him. I gasped.
Because not only was Usui unconscious, he was also in a pretty bad shape. His nose and corner of his lips were bleeding severely and there were bruises and cuts all over his body and face. And I was sure that whatever power Ankoku used against Usui, it wasn't all human, considering how fresh and not-going-to-heal-soon it looked.
Ankoku wasn't looking so good himself, either. He had an eye swollen shut, and a broken nose, too.
Gee, what's with boys and breaking people's noses?
"Ankoku!" I hissed. "What in the world are you doing?"
He got on all fours and wiped the blood away from his nose, only to hurt it even more. "Got into a male-to-male fight. The usual," he said.
I couldn't believe it. Out of the times he could spit out a joke, he decided to do it then.
"I'm serious! There's nothing usual about a ghost-and-human combat!" I said while kneeling down beside Usui, taking in his disfigured face. "Oh, baby. Are you alright?"
A muffled sound escaped Usui's mouth, making him sound like a half-dead chameleon.
No, actually, I don't know how a half-dead chameleon would sound. So ignore my previous attempt of figurative language. All you need to know is that Usui was trying to tell me something, only to choke on the blood in his mouth. Either that or that he couldn't handle the pain of creating a sound.
"Shh," I hushed, wanting Usui to make a sound no more. "It's okay. I'm here… You'll be fine."
Tears trickled down my cheeks as I continued to caress Usui's face. Or rather, the parts of Usui's face that hadn't been covered y bruises or cuts.
"You'll be fine," I repeated, sounding like a half-dead cockroach.
I have got to stop imagining half-dead animals.
I didn't know why I was crying. It wasn't like Usui was going to die or anything, since, of course, he already was. Dead, I mean. And it wasn't like Ankoku stabbed him with the dagger or anything…
Wait. What if Ankoku did? And I was just too late to prevent it from happening?
I whirled around quickly, finding Ankoku already on his feet, swaying like a drunkard. He was eyeing us, sort of with envy and hurt in his eyes.
"You're better off with me, Misaki," Ankoku started, and I felt like throwing a rock to his head. "He's dead! You won't be able to enjoy the rest of your teen years if this is to continue!"
"S-shut up…" I muttered under a sob. But I guess it wasn't loud enough, seeing how Ankoku continued stating out how 'better' he was compared to Usui.
"How would you even go to a date? Walk alone in a mall and eat alone in a five star restaurant?" His voice got louder. "It's ridiculous!"
"I said," I said, louder this time, "shut up!"
Ankoku, startled by my sudden outburst, took an unsteady step back. But he regained his composure a second after.
"I don't care if I'm wasting my teen years dating him!" I shouted, tears flowing in a steady stream. "It's already ruined, anyway, what with all work to cover up for my dad's coward ass! And I don't care if we can't go to the mall, or eat in a five-star restaurant. Those are just a waste of money, anyway – "
"No! You listen to me first, Misaki. Usui won't age until who-knows-how-long! When you're 30 and working at a damn job, Usui would still look the same. 17 and young and as carefree as a 3-year old child! Will you still not care then?"
This struck me in the head. Hard. Because, of course, I didn't want it to happen like that. I didn't want to live alone with a 17-year old living with me when I'm a grandma. I mean, I was sure Usui was my destined lover, but living with a teen-lover when you're in the age of having a grandchild wouldn't be fun, I promise you that.
But then, if Usui was my destined lover, it would work out for us, wouldn't it? Something was ought to happen to allow us to be a normal couple, right?
So I stood my ground and said, in the best filled-with-dignity voice I could manifest, "I don't care. Something is ought to work out for us; we're destined for each other."
Ankoku looked at me for a while, looking odd and unbelieving.
And then he laughed.
How's that for adventure?
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