Chapter 12
Aoba tried to run as fast as he could but he could not reach her at one point she suddenly disappeared at the park. Aoba started getting a bad feeling he searched for her sometime and finally saw her at a distance with a girl wearing the same uniform as her.
He had not taken a more than a few steps when he saw Hina kiss the person. There was a painful sting in his chest. His feet froze where he stood. Why? Why did Hina have someone else?... was he not enough? Aoba saw her smiling back at the girl. He knew that smile... Again she was in love with someone other than him. 5 year Aoba had waited for them reunite, was he the only one eager to see her but why?... Come to think of it, she had stopped calling him Ni-san but he thought it was just because she had grown older. No she had turned cold towards him, she was never happy to see him from the very start, she had not even smiled at him since he came to Tokyo. Thought kept on piling up increasing Aoba's sadness and irritation. He looked up at the sky it had already gone dark.
Aoba could feel a stinging pain in his head, he was needed his medicines. His shaky hand reached inside his side bag that retrieved a bottle of pills he his other hand reached out to open the cap but before he could remove the cap he dropped the bottle on the muddy ground of the park.
"Why? Why is Hina kissing another person? She was in love... with a new person again." His emotional pain was doubled the pain in his head. Tears filled his eyes "Why is it someone else..." Slowly his eyes went blurry "I can't believe she is cheating on me..." He fell on his knees. He heard a voice. "I guess i'll have to punish her." the voice was cold, vicious, "What?...is that me?" he asked himself, confused. slowly darkness filled conciousness as if it was being possesed by a completely different spirit.
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Hina walked back home lost in a deep thoughts.
Flashback:
Yuki and Hina continued to sit in the banch. With Hina watching the stars with Yuki's head lying on her shoulder. "Hina about your brother's changing personality… I was thinking what if he had some sort of disorder." Hina's eyes looked at Yuki. "Disorder?" she looked at her Senpai in confusion.
"Umm.. It's the way described the situation and how his personality changes, a mental disorder can cause changes in personality under stressful circumstances, can cause loss memory. What if he had some sort of illness?" Yuki came from a family of well renowned psychiatrist. In fact Yuki herself wanted to become one so she had learned a lot from her parents. Yuki could have a good point here. Hina thought for a second suddenly remembered her brother's headaches that followed, loss of memories and the medication he took to control his head aches. "Aoba-san… sick?" thought Hina. Yuki raised her head to look at Hina. "Hina..?" Hina suddenly got up from the bench "Senpai could you please go home? I need to make a call."
Hina quickly commanded raised her wrist and commanded her AI. "Akira call Aunty." she ran out of the park and walking in a fast pace towards the train station.
"Yes" answered Hina. Several bleeping sound of her phone followed and the phone rang. "Hina. How is everthing going?" Her aunt answered however she was not interested in small talks and wanted to cut to the chase. "Hey Aunty Angelheart,... I'm fine... umm.. I have a question."
"Question? Sure.." said her Aunt confused.
"Aunty you know how Ni-san takes pills for his headaches?" There was a long pause on the other side of the phone. "Yeah? So.." Her feet stopped in the middle of the road. She was almost afraid of the answer. Somewhere within her she wanted him to be fine she had treated him so badly blamed him and yet she wanted him not to be sick then she would have a reason to forgive him, and love him without any guilt. Yes she was a self righteous person. This held her from loving Aoba after he had killed her first love.
Hina took a long deep breath and asked "Can you tell me what kind of disease he does he have….. It's not a mental disease is it?" There was a pause before her Aunt cross questioned her. "Why are you asking….?" Her aunt's voice suddenly stuck on her throat "Wait don't tell me he did something to you, Hina.." she could hear her aunt horrified "No! aunty it's nothing like that. " She lied to her remembering how she had thrown Aoba through the door.
"It's because of that incident when he was in high school. I still don't understand what happened to him that day. He suddenly changes I can't tell what gets him upset. He is nice to me but then again he becomes so mean to me and he just doesn't remember it the next moment. I used to think he was doing it so he could get away from punishment but… I don't understand."
Her aunty sighed "So you finally see it. Your grandmother and I thought you would never want to hear about his situation ever." Hina lost all her strength from her feet and she fell on her knees. Aoba was sick.. He really was sick and she had treated him so coldly called him a murderer. "Listen to me Hina there are two Aoba inside your brother. The one who loves you want to protect you from pain and will give you all the happiness in the world and the other one who will stop at nothing to destroy you and see you in pain and tears. You have to be careful." Tears rolled down Hina's cheeks then she slowly nodded. "Oh god what have I done?" she thought.
"There is more.. Your brother has powers.. powers to be able to control human." Hina's pain turned to confusion. "What? Powers? " It sounded ridiculous to her. "Hina your brother is not hu-" Akira suddenly interrupted. "There is an emergency call from Yuki-sama." Emergency lines were SOS signals sent from their fellow school students to the president. The military academy was for the most intelligent kids in the country because of this fact they often became a target to some really bad people who would do anything to brain wash them use them.
"Aunty I have to take this, I'll call you later." Hina cut off the line and took Yuki's call. "Senpai?"
"Wrong person." A cold voice replied back and Hina knew who it was….. the other Aoba.
