Konnichiwa…

I might continue this fanfic, I might not…I just need more reviews to make me feel like continuing, basically, I guess. 78 reviews, close enough, ne? Anyways, my chapter 10 of watch you smile, watch you cry. This time, hopefully, 88 reviews///pwetty please? *Suzy talk*

Please check out Mere Ice, or When Stars Don't Shine for more Henrika's. PPPPPPPPLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEE RRRRRREEEEEEVVVVIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWW…

[WARNING- this may have some violence…but still PG 13 to be safe ^_^]

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///Watch you smile, Watch you cry///

Chapter 10:  Only Hope

Trina was going to murder her. Rika started to scream. But nothing came out.

Why is she doing this to me? Oh god, this isn't happening. This isn't. Rika wanted to slap herself to make sure her eyes were working. She never knew Trina Yikono was this type of girl. Just a typical ex who was obsessed with Henry couldn't be a coldness murderer, right? She tried to shake her sense, but nothing seemed to reshape the vision in front of her. Trina hated her for stealing her precious Henry…and her life to limit into a mere few seconds. Rika breathed raggedly; she was much too in shock to yell or call for help. She didn't feel like a tough girl anymore, but instead, and soul-less weakling.

Trina watched her with her piercing eyes that were fiery from animosity. All Rika could do was shut her eyes, and pray that the worst wouldn't come. There's only hope she can depend on.

Before she can open her eyes again, her mind was blurred into unconscious. However, as Trina carried the slumped figure into her car, Rika's mouth worked automatically to pronounce the last of her words before unconsciousness completely trapped her.

"Aishiteru Henry."

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"What's taking her so long?" Henry asked Celia, interrupting her lively conversation with Ryo, who started giggling right away. "She's a girl, right? Girls spend lots of time in the rest room, don't you know that?" Henry sighed a bit worriedly, biting his lip. Rika wasn't like the type of girl that Jeri was talking about. Even today, she was wearing the lightest makeup. She wasn't a girl who usually cared whether if rainwater got into her hair, or if she broke a nail. That's what he liked about her, carefree, dangerous, and tough. She never really cares what people think about her either; it was mostly her courage and determination he admired.

"Something must be wrong," he said abruptly. Takato looked at him, skeptical, "What makes you think that Henry? Jeri always spends time redoing her makeup. Girls do spend a lot of time reapplying makeup." Takato referred to his girlfriend, who just left to go the washroom.

"But don't you see Rika isn't like Jeri," Henry shot back at him. Takato looked at him strangely, and Henry returned to his panic mode. Where the heck was Rika? He was utterly bored to death, trying his best to ignore Takato's weird don't-you-worry looks, and Celia's and Ryo's endless, "I love you's." Okay, maybe this is a perfect time to say that to your girlfriend, he thought, but how many times did they say it? Twenty? Fifty? One hundred? Thousand? Million? More like a million, he rolled his eyes. He only said it once today, but it was obvious that he and Rika were together. I love you is only saying it. Then you have make sure its true, he contemplated, with a bemused expression as he glanced at Celia and Ryo.

Bored, Henry smiled to himself at the thought of Rika. He had fallen for her for exterior toughness, and her internal softness. It was the world that modeled her to be tough…and attractive. Yet something lagged in his mind. He had the slightest queasiness that something was wrong. Definitely wrong. It was like a sense, eating away his happiness. Something.

Something must be wrong.

It's strange. He could sense it.

Then Jeri ran out; her face full of worry. Henry's heart sank. It must be about Rika.

"Something's happened to Rika," she cried with tears streaming down her cheeks, holding out a note carefully scripted with some familiar handwriting.

Dear Henry,

You've been playing with my emotions lately, and you shall pay dearly for doing that. I loved you and this is your reply, by breaking up with me? I know you love Rika, and I won't give it up that easily Never play dumb with me.. I won't forget it that easy either. The one you love is at stake, and only you can stop it in one way…by loving me…Rika will only have two choices- life or death. Death will bring you sorrow; Life will bring you happiness, I promise.

Make your choice, for the game of life and death for your girlfriend. Arrive at the old, run down building in the outskirts of the city, at exactly midnight, and bring proof. You won't be able to drop me off like trash like that because I can find your most obvious weaknesses. Rika made you vulnerable of me, haven't you realized?

I still send you all my love, if only you loved me back,

Trina Yikono

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Rika's eyes fluttered drowsily; her vision nearly completely blanked out. She was awaken by a sharp snap and twinging pain on his arm. Nodding slightly to focus on where she was, realized she was tied to a chair tightly. The string gripped against the arms, reminding her of where she was. She noticed a sharp red mark across her skin. She had been whipped several times, but was unaware of it because of unconsciousness. Sudden tapping aroused her senses as she raised her head to look at the lunatic who had captured her earlier.

"Why are you doing this to me?" She demanded, trying to struggle away from the ropes. Trina brought her handgun out as Rika quite expected. Her memories were so blurred from her capture; her eyebrows furrowed to show her distaste at the fiery glare of her opponent. Her opponent had the weapon. She did not. Her opponent had the advantage on this game of life and death, and she did not. She was trapped. Strained. To the chair. Ropes against her body showed her weakness. Confusion was blinding.

"You haven't realized Nonaka? How brainless can you be? You've stole the guy I truly dedicated my love to…and now I am torn apart into plain hate and vengeance? I DEDICATED MY LIFE TO HIM. YOU STOLE HIM FROM ME. HE WAS LIKE A PART OF SOUL. BUT NOW THAT HALF OF MY SOUL HAS WRITHERED INTO PIECES BECAUSE OF YOU. YOU DESTROYED MY LIFE PAINFULLY AND NONCHALANTLY. AND HERE YOU ARE, TRYING TO PLAY DUMB. YOU STOLE HIM FROM ME. YOU STOLE HIM FROM ME. " Trina hissed with hysteria, her eyes focusing.

"No," Rika whispered, her voice hoarse, "Love isn't something you take." It was actually Henry who had realized that

[Flashback]

"Even if your mother did truly love her job, she still has love for you," Henry said, as Rika and him perched under the trees of Sakura Fall Park [again?], "Love can never be used up. Love can never be stole. Love is like a cup that will run a like river, going on eternally with no obstacles."

[End Flashback]

Lowering her eyes, she unwilling looked at the unconvinced girl before her, weapon still in hand. Rika braced herself, praying that hope wouldn't leave this soon. Hope was her only answerer. Hope was her only friend for now. Hope was the only one she could depend on.

Only Hope.

"You never understood what I've gone through," Trina gritted, hands bared in fists. This former roommate couldn't possibly live through what she was going through now. Her parents dead. Her uncle sharing no love. Her boyfriend gone. Her life. With only so-called friends. And she has to believe that this strawberry-headed girl lived all through that? No one understood her, except for Henry. No one, but Henry. Henry who opened her from her dark shell. Henry who possessed the key to her heart. But the key was buried. No one may enter it again. No. Not ever.

"No one ever cared about me when I was young…Why don't you just kill me anyways?" Rika murmured. She tried to coax this girl, whom she hated for taking Henry away from her. But she didn't blame Trina for stealing him. She never knew Trina was going to take things this far. If Trina truly loved Henry, she would never want to interfere with his dreams, not that she was favoring herself anyways. Rika had the urge to tell her of what she told Ryo. Henry isn't the one for you. I know I sound selfish…I know I might sound full of myself. But I want to get the truth to you. I'm sorry. I truly am. I ask for your forgiveness. Love won't be something you steal from others. But she knew there was no hope of convincing her. This girl was insane, and stubborn.It was actually Henry who had realized that.

"It's impossible. Impossible. No one ever loved me. No one understood me. No one ever lived through of what I've gone through. I wanted you to realize that Henry isn't someone you can have by your side, forever. He will be mine. HE WILL BE MINE!!!!" She started laughing coldly, yet hysterically. Her voice of insanity. Sending shivers down the people who ever hear it. With one careless aim, she loaded the gun, and it hit something unexpected.

Henry burst into the room, followed by Ryo and Ryuin. Rika, her hands sprawled, blood dripping from the bullet-shot flesh of hers, was looking blank towards the dilapidated ceiling. She was hardly unconscious, but she was breathing slowly. Her mouth wobbled uncontrollably as Henry stared in horror. Her gaze hardened as he glared at his insane ex-girlfriend. He gritted his teeth, knowing that his ex was blinded by hate…confused by anger. Tears of frustration and sadness slowly started overwhelming his eyes…knowing that he can only pray on one thing.

Hope.

Only Hope.

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Please 88 reviews. I may continue if the reviews don't get up to 88. And I might not. Who knows, ne?

Arigato for reviewing ^^

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