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I added the rest of chapter four awhile ago, however, the website did not show that I updated the fic, because it didn't upload a new chapter. So make sure you read the end of chapter four before reading this chapter!
~Lady Une-chan
Chapter Five [I've decided to get rid of the chapter names. They were all stupid anyway.]
January 8, UC 0080
London, England, The United Kingdom of Great Britain, Earth
The Noah Residence
After Bright and Mirai returned home, Mirai realized that she really tried, and her body still han't adjusted to the time change from Side Six. Sleeply, she climbed up the stairs, deciding that it was time to go to bed. As she headed up to her bedroom, she passed Bright's sister's room. Curiosity overtook her, and looking to make sure Bright wasn't watching her, she entered the room. As soon as she walked in, she knew she should turn around and leave; it was the gut feeling that always right, but Mirai decided to try and battle that feeling, and flicked on the lights in the room.
The room was very-- well, only one word could truly explain it-- pink. Mirai knew that Bright was about nine when his family died in that shuttle crash; so his sister was probably only about five or six she went on that fatal flight. Of course, most five year-old girls liked being, well, girly. The room was cluttered with stuffed animals and dolls, and a bookshelf in the corner contained tons of children's books. A table was set up in another corner, and looked ready for a tea party, with all the dishes lied out. The bedspead and canopy were pink, as were the walls. Mirai smiled to herself; her room back in her family's mansion in Tokyo probably looks like this, being that she was three when she lived there last.
But the funny thing was that the room wasn't covered in dust. In fact, the room looked well kept, as if his sister still lived there, as if someone took care of it--
"Mirai," said a stern voice from behind.
Mirai gulped, wondering if Bright was going to yell at her like he yelled at Sayla and Amuro. Bright had never yelled directly at her before.
So she turned slowly around and said, "Yes, Bright?" He stood in the door frame with a sad look upon his face.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked in his military voice, despite his facial expression.
"I was looking in your sister's room," she managed to say. She knew this was a bad idea.
"Why?" he asked, his voice all of a sudden soft.
"Because, well, I got curious. I-- I'm sorry Bright," said Mirai looking up at him.
"I didn't say you could go in here."
"You-- you didn't tell me I couldn't," Mirai said with fear in her voice.
"I miss my family, Mirai. I was nine when they died. I remember them all too well. Your parents died when you were six and seven. You don't really remember them, do you?" asked Bright.
"No, not really. I was too young..." said Mirai trailing off.
Bright beckoned for Mirai to leave the room. After she left, he shut the door with a thud.
"You see, I try to keep my sister's room the way it was. And I try to keep my childroom the same, you know, to preserve history," he said as they climbed down the stairs.
"But what about your parents' room? You sleep in there now," stated Mirai, as they walked out onto the patio.
"Well, one day I plan to marry--" started Bright, but he managed to cut himself off before he said the word "you."
Mirai looked at him awkwardly.
"And have children," he said to finish.
Mirai turned her back to him. "I'm in the way, aren't I? I'll just go home. It was nice visiting you, friend." As started to walk back inside.
"No, Mirai, please don't leave!" said Bright, pleadingly.
"Why? Why should I stay? You said I was part of your family, but now you say that miss your family, and you don't want me in your sister's room! I'm in your way, and you can't find a wife to fill up that gap! I might as well go!"
"Mirai! Stop it!"
"Why shouldn't I leave?"
"Because I love you!"
Mirai started to respond, but instead pushed Bright out of the way of something.
But why?
He soon found out a few seconds later as he heard the sound of a gunshot.
Mirai stepped back into Bright's arms, her right hand holding on to her left side. Blood trickled through her fingers.
Bright's eyes widened in alarm and carefully pulled them down until they were sitting on the ground. Mirai leaned on him, still holding her side.
Bright turned his head to face the attacker. A forty-something man was standing at the edge of the patio, holding a gun and shaking. The man looked as if he might be homeless. Bright assumed that the man was insane.
The man, still shaking, put the gun to his head. "I'm sorry," he said.
Bright squeezed his eyes shut and turned away from the man. He heard another gunshot. The man had killed himself.
Bright focused his attention on Mirai, whose hand had become covered in blood. It was quite obvious that she had been shot in the side.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, "But I had to do that."
"No you didn't," said Bright, shaking his head.
"Yes, I did. I love you, Bright," Mirai said, as she managed to smile despite the pain.
Bright tried to smile back, but he was too worried. "Look, we need to call the paramedics."
Suddenly, they heard the sound at breaking tree branches. Bright wheeled around, thinking it was another attacker.
Sayla Mass was standing with a medical bag with bits leaves stuck in her hair.
"Where in the heck did you come from?" asked Bright, astonished.
"Out of the tree," said Sayla, brushing herself off.
"What?" asked Bright, still puzzled.
"I'll explain later," said Sayla.
Bright sat there, dazed.
"Call the paramedics," said Sayla slowly, drawing out each syllable.
That finally woke him and he scambled up.
"I haven't finished the fourth year of medical school yet, Bright. Hurry up!" commanded Sayla, waving her hand in the direction of the sliding glass door that lead back inside.
Bright nodded and ran inside. Hastily, he picked up the phone and dialed the emegency number and told the operator what had happened. The operator imformed him that help was on the way. As he went to run outside, he almost crashed into Sayla.
"She's unconscious, Bright," said Sayla, "I need you to carry her inside."
Bright gupled and nodded.
"She's going to fine. I promise," said Sayla confidently.
"Thank you, Sayla."
"You're welcome."
This was awkward for them. Bright and Sayla always squabbled and never really got along. But yet, Sayla here and helping him. Of course, Bright still didn't understand why Sayla was in the trees or whatever. But that didn't matter right now. He was greatful to Sayla for she was here to save Mirai's life.
Owari for now! Hee hee hee, just gonna leave ya hangin'! I will explain the insane man and Sayla falling out of the tree in the next chapter, as they arte being explained to Mirai. Please review, but please don't flame.
~Lady Une-chan
I added the rest of chapter four awhile ago, however, the website did not show that I updated the fic, because it didn't upload a new chapter. So make sure you read the end of chapter four before reading this chapter!
~Lady Une-chan
Chapter Five [I've decided to get rid of the chapter names. They were all stupid anyway.]
January 8, UC 0080
London, England, The United Kingdom of Great Britain, Earth
The Noah Residence
After Bright and Mirai returned home, Mirai realized that she really tried, and her body still han't adjusted to the time change from Side Six. Sleeply, she climbed up the stairs, deciding that it was time to go to bed. As she headed up to her bedroom, she passed Bright's sister's room. Curiosity overtook her, and looking to make sure Bright wasn't watching her, she entered the room. As soon as she walked in, she knew she should turn around and leave; it was the gut feeling that always right, but Mirai decided to try and battle that feeling, and flicked on the lights in the room.
The room was very-- well, only one word could truly explain it-- pink. Mirai knew that Bright was about nine when his family died in that shuttle crash; so his sister was probably only about five or six she went on that fatal flight. Of course, most five year-old girls liked being, well, girly. The room was cluttered with stuffed animals and dolls, and a bookshelf in the corner contained tons of children's books. A table was set up in another corner, and looked ready for a tea party, with all the dishes lied out. The bedspead and canopy were pink, as were the walls. Mirai smiled to herself; her room back in her family's mansion in Tokyo probably looks like this, being that she was three when she lived there last.
But the funny thing was that the room wasn't covered in dust. In fact, the room looked well kept, as if his sister still lived there, as if someone took care of it--
"Mirai," said a stern voice from behind.
Mirai gulped, wondering if Bright was going to yell at her like he yelled at Sayla and Amuro. Bright had never yelled directly at her before.
So she turned slowly around and said, "Yes, Bright?" He stood in the door frame with a sad look upon his face.
"What are you doing in here?" he asked in his military voice, despite his facial expression.
"I was looking in your sister's room," she managed to say. She knew this was a bad idea.
"Why?" he asked, his voice all of a sudden soft.
"Because, well, I got curious. I-- I'm sorry Bright," said Mirai looking up at him.
"I didn't say you could go in here."
"You-- you didn't tell me I couldn't," Mirai said with fear in her voice.
"I miss my family, Mirai. I was nine when they died. I remember them all too well. Your parents died when you were six and seven. You don't really remember them, do you?" asked Bright.
"No, not really. I was too young..." said Mirai trailing off.
Bright beckoned for Mirai to leave the room. After she left, he shut the door with a thud.
"You see, I try to keep my sister's room the way it was. And I try to keep my childroom the same, you know, to preserve history," he said as they climbed down the stairs.
"But what about your parents' room? You sleep in there now," stated Mirai, as they walked out onto the patio.
"Well, one day I plan to marry--" started Bright, but he managed to cut himself off before he said the word "you."
Mirai looked at him awkwardly.
"And have children," he said to finish.
Mirai turned her back to him. "I'm in the way, aren't I? I'll just go home. It was nice visiting you, friend." As started to walk back inside.
"No, Mirai, please don't leave!" said Bright, pleadingly.
"Why? Why should I stay? You said I was part of your family, but now you say that miss your family, and you don't want me in your sister's room! I'm in your way, and you can't find a wife to fill up that gap! I might as well go!"
"Mirai! Stop it!"
"Why shouldn't I leave?"
"Because I love you!"
Mirai started to respond, but instead pushed Bright out of the way of something.
But why?
He soon found out a few seconds later as he heard the sound of a gunshot.
Mirai stepped back into Bright's arms, her right hand holding on to her left side. Blood trickled through her fingers.
Bright's eyes widened in alarm and carefully pulled them down until they were sitting on the ground. Mirai leaned on him, still holding her side.
Bright turned his head to face the attacker. A forty-something man was standing at the edge of the patio, holding a gun and shaking. The man looked as if he might be homeless. Bright assumed that the man was insane.
The man, still shaking, put the gun to his head. "I'm sorry," he said.
Bright squeezed his eyes shut and turned away from the man. He heard another gunshot. The man had killed himself.
Bright focused his attention on Mirai, whose hand had become covered in blood. It was quite obvious that she had been shot in the side.
"I'm sorry," she whispered, "But I had to do that."
"No you didn't," said Bright, shaking his head.
"Yes, I did. I love you, Bright," Mirai said, as she managed to smile despite the pain.
Bright tried to smile back, but he was too worried. "Look, we need to call the paramedics."
Suddenly, they heard the sound at breaking tree branches. Bright wheeled around, thinking it was another attacker.
Sayla Mass was standing with a medical bag with bits leaves stuck in her hair.
"Where in the heck did you come from?" asked Bright, astonished.
"Out of the tree," said Sayla, brushing herself off.
"What?" asked Bright, still puzzled.
"I'll explain later," said Sayla.
Bright sat there, dazed.
"Call the paramedics," said Sayla slowly, drawing out each syllable.
That finally woke him and he scambled up.
"I haven't finished the fourth year of medical school yet, Bright. Hurry up!" commanded Sayla, waving her hand in the direction of the sliding glass door that lead back inside.
Bright nodded and ran inside. Hastily, he picked up the phone and dialed the emegency number and told the operator what had happened. The operator imformed him that help was on the way. As he went to run outside, he almost crashed into Sayla.
"She's unconscious, Bright," said Sayla, "I need you to carry her inside."
Bright gupled and nodded.
"She's going to fine. I promise," said Sayla confidently.
"Thank you, Sayla."
"You're welcome."
This was awkward for them. Bright and Sayla always squabbled and never really got along. But yet, Sayla here and helping him. Of course, Bright still didn't understand why Sayla was in the trees or whatever. But that didn't matter right now. He was greatful to Sayla for she was here to save Mirai's life.
Owari for now! Hee hee hee, just gonna leave ya hangin'! I will explain the insane man and Sayla falling out of the tree in the next chapter, as they arte being explained to Mirai. Please review, but please don't flame.
~Lady Une-chan
