Disclaimer: Clover is by Clamp.
After you wish on a Clover: Remember me…
By miyamoto yui
Chapter 2 – saying two different things.
As Gingetsu was looking at the door leading to Lan's room, there was Kazuhiko looking at the board of interrogators with a set of electric cuffs tightening gradually behind his back. The council of elders was not going to see him yet until they saw fit.
Unfortunately for Kazuhiko, it had been about two months since Suu had 'died'. (He himself wasn't sure because of the mark that was still left upon him.) He kept a calm face through his ordeal. Since he was used to being scolded, this was something he could handle, even if it was in a quite different situation.
But his patience was wearing very thin. The thin-rimmed glasses would have melted from the heat he was feeling because of his short-tempter.
A middle-aged scientist with red gloves tilted his head in curiosity. With his glove out to him, he touched Kazuhiko while Kazuhiko tried to hold the urge to spit back at him in defiance. His eyes gave a disgusted expression as he looked straight into the red-gloved scientist's eyes. "There is nothing special about me."
"Silence," the scientist hissed as his eyes also looked maliciously into Kazuhiko's vicious ones while pushing him away.
"Those gloves weren't red naturally…" Kazuhiko silently thought to himself as he glanced quickly at them.
"We ask you again. How did you come to control the Fourth clover?" a woman had asked as she was jotting down notes for an observation that she may have been able to record. She was a woman of about forty that had been wearing her brown suit as long as she had been their personal stenographer.
"I did not control the Fourth clover," Kazuhiko firmly replied. "Why must we keep on repeating this stupid question?"
"Shut up and answer!" Another one replied while banging his hand on the glass table in front of him. It had made a small dent. "You must not speak back to the Board!"
"She said she loved you," a woman with a bun in her hair and tired eyes said, almost out of envy. For what? He couldn't read if it was for power or the romanticism that seemed to be thought of the current situation.
Kazuhiko nodded his head as he clenched his teeth slightly with the tightening of his cuffs. There was no use trying to say that there was more than one way to show affection to another person.
People like this couldn't understand anymore. They had de-humanized themselves from the very use of emotions that dealt with sentimentality and trust in others.
"Therefore you are her special one," a man with one who was smoking a cigarette to relieve his tension.
Kazuhiko shook his head. "I wouldn't know that. Of course, that is different for everyone."
"That's what it equals to in the eyes of the Fourth Clover, you see?" the woman with the bun in her hair sighed as she rose up her hand.
"Will you stop referring to her as the Fourth Clover?" Kazuhiko seethed through his teeth as he gave them each a death glare to make his point clear. "For the umpteenth time, her name is Suu."
The man with the red gloves folded his hands together. "You're trying to be really obnoxious as usual, aren't you?"
"I try my best," Kazuhiko answered with a sincerely, sarcastic smile.
"We want to observe you more," the man smoking stated as he placed his cigarette down onto a blue, crystal astray.
"I refuse. Thank you. Just take out my memory like the last time."
"This isn't a question." The red-gloved one seductively said with an irate tone. "It's an order."
"You will be back into two days." The observer took off his cigarette from the blue astray. "Don't do anything despicable."
"I'll try really hard," Kazuhiko laughed mockingly. "Maybe you'll put me out of my misery."
"We would love to," the gloved one retorted, eyeing him quite carefully.
"Nothing you can do will make me happy." His tone was serious. At that moment, it was as if he was reverting back to the way he once was before he met Oruha or Gingetsu.
The guards led him out and took off his cuffs. He walked out of the laboratory and looked at it while glancing at his red, red wrists. There was a piece of grass growing in front of him, but he stepped all over it as he picked out a cigarette from his pocket.
Like hell he was going to listen to them. He had to find Oruha's killer to have some kind of peace instead of the endless battle that never let him sleep and kept him up for hours at a time. These two intermingling images kept on melting into one another.
Oruha's and Suu's.
And every time he heard their song with their voices becoming one, he wanted to throw the damn radio out the window and never hear anything again. Almost to the point that he had wanted to cut of his ears and become permanently deaf just get the voices away.
But it could never happen.
Again and again, as he walked alone on the streets, the song was playing somewhere to forever haunt him. Telling him, "You're useless, Kazuhiko. How long can you survive in your own charade? You can't protect anyone but yourself."
He looked at the skies as he puffed the cigarette smoke out.
There were no birds and the last ones he had seen were Suu's. And then Suu's wings that had extended to save their lives.
He looked at the mark that told him it wasn't over.
Again, he walked trying to find the answer.
Zzz…
His mood became more grim as he looked at the telephone cables swinging…
…when there was no wind.
A spark had jumped to another line and he almost dropped his cigarette because of it.
"What the hell is going on now?" he mumbled to himself unhappily as he started to walk once more.
When he got home, he took off his jacket and lazily put it on the couch as he took out another cigarette from his pocket. He lit it up and saw the beloved statue on a table.
The bittersweet one that he wanted to crush with his hands.
The one that Oruha had wanted to give him if she ever got famous.
Her face…
As she was killed…
It looked so peaceful.
As if she knew she'd be killed at her debut. That's what confused him the most.
Why and how did she know? Was that why she was so melancholic despite that winning smile she gave as her charm bracelet? Worn, yet losing its luster after time when it wasn't maintained?
He figured there was more to it, when they tried to erase a part of his memory when Oruha died, but he kept it inside of his heart.
That damned tattoo.
The one that she always shrugged off the explanation to.
Kazuhiko had figured this ever since he had seen one accidentally, but now, he knew not when.
What exactly were Clovers?
To him, they were beings held in captivity until they were killed by unnatural violence. A violence brought upon by the conformities and hateful traits of society.
"You are her special one…" they repeated over and over like a broken cd that couldn't be read properly anymore on a player.
Did they even know what that meant? He wasn't sure.
He even thought that Su didn't even understand what she said, but was just honestly expressing her feelings.
Kazuhiko was going to submit to the painful music once more rather than live with the silence. Either way was gradually making him go mad anyway.
He reached out to the statue, but as he was about to do so, there was a static sound. Shh, shh, it kept on saying as he pulled his hand slowly away.
"I want to be your happiness…" the voice sang.
Kazuhiko took out his cigarette from his mouth, but tried to do it naturally so that the cameras outside wouldn't suspect anything. He stretched himself on the couch instead while turning towards his computer.
Whatever was happening, the camera watching became black for three seconds as a holographic simulation of Suu's upper torso flashed before him, coming out of the computer screen of his desk.
The camera came back on, but of course, it just captured Kazuhiko sitting there with a sigh as he began to smoke once more.
The image repeated in his mind…
Suu was crying as the voice sang, "I want to be your happiness."
But her lips were saying to him, "Ningen ni naritai."
Kazuhiko looked at his mark once again and at the empty computer screen. How in the bloody world was he going to do that?
I want to be human…
Thus said the fourth clover.
Tsuzuku…
--
Author's note: Slowly but surely, this is moving along. I can't believe that I made Kazuhiko so damn grouchy. ^^;;; And I like him!
After you wish on a Clover: Remember me…
By miyamoto yui
Chapter 2 – saying two different things.
As Gingetsu was looking at the door leading to Lan's room, there was Kazuhiko looking at the board of interrogators with a set of electric cuffs tightening gradually behind his back. The council of elders was not going to see him yet until they saw fit.
Unfortunately for Kazuhiko, it had been about two months since Suu had 'died'. (He himself wasn't sure because of the mark that was still left upon him.) He kept a calm face through his ordeal. Since he was used to being scolded, this was something he could handle, even if it was in a quite different situation.
But his patience was wearing very thin. The thin-rimmed glasses would have melted from the heat he was feeling because of his short-tempter.
A middle-aged scientist with red gloves tilted his head in curiosity. With his glove out to him, he touched Kazuhiko while Kazuhiko tried to hold the urge to spit back at him in defiance. His eyes gave a disgusted expression as he looked straight into the red-gloved scientist's eyes. "There is nothing special about me."
"Silence," the scientist hissed as his eyes also looked maliciously into Kazuhiko's vicious ones while pushing him away.
"Those gloves weren't red naturally…" Kazuhiko silently thought to himself as he glanced quickly at them.
"We ask you again. How did you come to control the Fourth clover?" a woman had asked as she was jotting down notes for an observation that she may have been able to record. She was a woman of about forty that had been wearing her brown suit as long as she had been their personal stenographer.
"I did not control the Fourth clover," Kazuhiko firmly replied. "Why must we keep on repeating this stupid question?"
"Shut up and answer!" Another one replied while banging his hand on the glass table in front of him. It had made a small dent. "You must not speak back to the Board!"
"She said she loved you," a woman with a bun in her hair and tired eyes said, almost out of envy. For what? He couldn't read if it was for power or the romanticism that seemed to be thought of the current situation.
Kazuhiko nodded his head as he clenched his teeth slightly with the tightening of his cuffs. There was no use trying to say that there was more than one way to show affection to another person.
People like this couldn't understand anymore. They had de-humanized themselves from the very use of emotions that dealt with sentimentality and trust in others.
"Therefore you are her special one," a man with one who was smoking a cigarette to relieve his tension.
Kazuhiko shook his head. "I wouldn't know that. Of course, that is different for everyone."
"That's what it equals to in the eyes of the Fourth Clover, you see?" the woman with the bun in her hair sighed as she rose up her hand.
"Will you stop referring to her as the Fourth Clover?" Kazuhiko seethed through his teeth as he gave them each a death glare to make his point clear. "For the umpteenth time, her name is Suu."
The man with the red gloves folded his hands together. "You're trying to be really obnoxious as usual, aren't you?"
"I try my best," Kazuhiko answered with a sincerely, sarcastic smile.
"We want to observe you more," the man smoking stated as he placed his cigarette down onto a blue, crystal astray.
"I refuse. Thank you. Just take out my memory like the last time."
"This isn't a question." The red-gloved one seductively said with an irate tone. "It's an order."
"You will be back into two days." The observer took off his cigarette from the blue astray. "Don't do anything despicable."
"I'll try really hard," Kazuhiko laughed mockingly. "Maybe you'll put me out of my misery."
"We would love to," the gloved one retorted, eyeing him quite carefully.
"Nothing you can do will make me happy." His tone was serious. At that moment, it was as if he was reverting back to the way he once was before he met Oruha or Gingetsu.
The guards led him out and took off his cuffs. He walked out of the laboratory and looked at it while glancing at his red, red wrists. There was a piece of grass growing in front of him, but he stepped all over it as he picked out a cigarette from his pocket.
Like hell he was going to listen to them. He had to find Oruha's killer to have some kind of peace instead of the endless battle that never let him sleep and kept him up for hours at a time. These two intermingling images kept on melting into one another.
Oruha's and Suu's.
And every time he heard their song with their voices becoming one, he wanted to throw the damn radio out the window and never hear anything again. Almost to the point that he had wanted to cut of his ears and become permanently deaf just get the voices away.
But it could never happen.
Again and again, as he walked alone on the streets, the song was playing somewhere to forever haunt him. Telling him, "You're useless, Kazuhiko. How long can you survive in your own charade? You can't protect anyone but yourself."
He looked at the skies as he puffed the cigarette smoke out.
There were no birds and the last ones he had seen were Suu's. And then Suu's wings that had extended to save their lives.
He looked at the mark that told him it wasn't over.
Again, he walked trying to find the answer.
Zzz…
His mood became more grim as he looked at the telephone cables swinging…
…when there was no wind.
A spark had jumped to another line and he almost dropped his cigarette because of it.
"What the hell is going on now?" he mumbled to himself unhappily as he started to walk once more.
When he got home, he took off his jacket and lazily put it on the couch as he took out another cigarette from his pocket. He lit it up and saw the beloved statue on a table.
The bittersweet one that he wanted to crush with his hands.
The one that Oruha had wanted to give him if she ever got famous.
Her face…
As she was killed…
It looked so peaceful.
As if she knew she'd be killed at her debut. That's what confused him the most.
Why and how did she know? Was that why she was so melancholic despite that winning smile she gave as her charm bracelet? Worn, yet losing its luster after time when it wasn't maintained?
He figured there was more to it, when they tried to erase a part of his memory when Oruha died, but he kept it inside of his heart.
That damned tattoo.
The one that she always shrugged off the explanation to.
Kazuhiko had figured this ever since he had seen one accidentally, but now, he knew not when.
What exactly were Clovers?
To him, they were beings held in captivity until they were killed by unnatural violence. A violence brought upon by the conformities and hateful traits of society.
"You are her special one…" they repeated over and over like a broken cd that couldn't be read properly anymore on a player.
Did they even know what that meant? He wasn't sure.
He even thought that Su didn't even understand what she said, but was just honestly expressing her feelings.
Kazuhiko was going to submit to the painful music once more rather than live with the silence. Either way was gradually making him go mad anyway.
He reached out to the statue, but as he was about to do so, there was a static sound. Shh, shh, it kept on saying as he pulled his hand slowly away.
"I want to be your happiness…" the voice sang.
Kazuhiko took out his cigarette from his mouth, but tried to do it naturally so that the cameras outside wouldn't suspect anything. He stretched himself on the couch instead while turning towards his computer.
Whatever was happening, the camera watching became black for three seconds as a holographic simulation of Suu's upper torso flashed before him, coming out of the computer screen of his desk.
The camera came back on, but of course, it just captured Kazuhiko sitting there with a sigh as he began to smoke once more.
The image repeated in his mind…
Suu was crying as the voice sang, "I want to be your happiness."
But her lips were saying to him, "Ningen ni naritai."
Kazuhiko looked at his mark once again and at the empty computer screen. How in the bloody world was he going to do that?
I want to be human…
Thus said the fourth clover.
Tsuzuku…
--
Author's note: Slowly but surely, this is moving along. I can't believe that I made Kazuhiko so damn grouchy. ^^;;; And I like him!