Disclaimer: SD still not mine
A/N: This is Kaede's POV
I'm floating
"Baka, you're not floating"
I'm flying?
"Nope"
What happened?
" You fainted and… it… it was my fault…I'm sorry, Kaede, it won't happen again"
How?
"Sigh. I'll explain later, Kaede, just wake up, Wake up Kaede--"
"--Wake up Kaede, Wake up." a vaguely familiar voice was saying insistently in my ear. The owner of that voice was probably the one shaking my shoulders. My Ghost? No. Sendoh.
I blink my eyes open. Okay, I see my living room ceiling. Normal.
I must be lying on my couch…
"Kaede. It's good to see you're still alive. You scared me for a sec."
I blink my eyes some more. Turn my head. Okay, I see Sendoh Akira …The man who killed me… Killed who? Sendoh killed someone?
"What?" I ask, shocked into speaking after recalling those words. Killed me? Killed my Ghost?
I try to get up off my living room couch. How did I get here? I wonder. I struggle to stand and found two strong hands pushing me back down. I look up into serious eyes.
"Kaede. Sit down." Sendoh ordered me and I immediately complied after a wave of dizziness came over me. My legs buckled of their own accord but I didn't break eye contact with Sendoh, looking deep into pools of blue, eyes without a trace of malice in them. Kind eyes, gentle.
The man who killed me. I heard the echo again. How? How can that be possible? Sendoh was a liar and a thief but… a killer?
"What happened?" I asked tiredly, lying back down and holding my damp palm against my forehead. My head aches. I'm so confused. First I get the best news of my entire life… I can play basketball again! … then, next thing I know, my Ghost is accusing Sendoh of murder. I'm so confused.
"You fainted" Sendoh said as he sat down on the coffee table across from me. "I carried you here and tried to wake you up. You must have been unconscious for at least five minutes"
"Five minutes?" I ask him. That long? "Are you sure?" It seemed like only a second.
"Yes-" Sendoh began but another voice entered my thoughts…
"Yes. Five minutes. Kaede ,hurry up! You have to get him out of here so I can talk to you. It's very important. Tell him to come back later! Come on!!!" my Ghosts voice filled my head again, blocking out whatever Sendoh's reply was.
He can be so irritating sometimes.
The dull throb returned to my mind and I knew that my Ghost was getting impatient. Do'aho.
"-was really worried" Sendoh continued, oblivious to the fact I was not listening.
"Get out" I tell him. "Just go."
Sendoh stopped his tirade abruptly and looked at me strangely. "What?" he asks.
"I have to… think about… playing again... To consider the…terms" I tell him, lying through my teeth. I don't have to think about basketball. I'd do anything to play again. I have to make sure you won't stab me in the back, literally.
Sendoh looked at me silently, like he wanted to read my thoughts. I stare back at him, shivering slightly despite the heat. Go away… I'm so confused…I need to talk to my Ghost!
"Alright Kaede. I'll go, but I'll be back soon" Sendoh said. He probably sensed the importance of ...this thing. He stood up from the coffee table and stared down at me for a second, a flicker of emotion flashing through his eyes before his patented grin flashed. "I'll see myself out"
I look to the floor until I hear my front door close softly. I sigh without knowing why. I am so confused. Sendoh can't be a killer. I want to play ball. I don't want to play ball with my Ghost's killer. Sendoh isn't a killer. Sendoh isn't my Ghosts killer. Is he? Dammit my head hurts.
"Kaede."
Looking up from my introspection abruptly I see my Ghost sitting in the same place Sendoh sat, in front of me on the coffee table. I couldn't help comparing my Ghosts translucent skin and blurred features to Sendoh's tanned body and… Sedoh's zest for life. They were so different.
"Kaede! Stop staring into space and listen to me!"
"Do'aho, you nearly killed me." I tell him matter-of-factly, choosing to ignore the throbbing in my head.
"Don't be so melodramatic…it was…an accident" my Ghost looked fairly uncertain about this so I raised my eyebrow skeptically."Tell me what happened. Now." I tell him sternly. "I want to know who that redheaded man is." Oddly enough I feel this is important.
"was."
"What?" I ask confused.
"Who that redheaded man was. He's dead."
"Oh. So who was he?"
"He was a genius… a basketball genius."
"His name was Sakuragi. He was my father."
A/N: Sorry. I know the chapters are short and I'll try to make the next one longer! Please review!
P.S. I also love cliffhangers so expect a lot of 'em