Broken Melody
Chapter 10
I Want Your Girlfriend to be My Girlfriend, Too
"She's so cute, I don't know what to do, maybe she could love me too. I want your girlfriend to be my girlfriend, too," I Want Your Girlfriend To Be My Girlfriend, Too- Reel Big Fish
Chapter 10~! Yippie! Sorry again for the delay, but I have one 'friend' who's bitching to me about me killing her cheap-ass story I started a year ago and now hate, karate testing is in two weeks and I don't feel the least bit ready, the teachers have been throwing homework at us, our Internet has been down for a few days, and I got two new video games. Then you throw in the fact my birthday is in a week, and Issa is having problems, and the time I spend reading Boy Meets Boy, All Wishes, The Blaze Armada, and Arcana, and school, and church, my schedule is pretty much packed tight.
By the way, I might have to kill Lance, because the real Lance basically called me a sarcastic bitch. Except he said, 'you take all your sarcasm out on me,' which is not only untrue, but also using the word sarcasm wrong. I pointed out that sarcasm is not an emotion, so therefore I cannot verbally take it out on him. People gaped. P. In other words, he's being mean and saying I'm the one with the problem. I told him that my sarcasm was part of who I was, and if he couldn't accept that, then maybe I'm not the one with the problem. And he only apologized when Kristyn and Brianna ditched me after History and Literature and I spent break hanging out with Cassie and Emily and Alyssa and Catherine and Katie and Roxanne.
So, with the complaining over, onto chapter 10, which you will review, or else I will take my anger out on that eeeeevil kid at the karate studio. And then he'll blame you, and I'll have an excuse to kill him. But I prefer the reviews, thanks muchly.
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Antonia ran and ran until she reached the hotel where she was staying, she ran to the elevator, smacked the button, and, when it was taking too long, she started to head towards the stairs. But then she heard the sound of the doors opening and turned around, only to stifle a scream. Because the person in the elevator was grinning evilly, and obviously had no intention of letting her get away.
Jean-Paul.
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Indigo slept uneasily that night, and woke early the next morning. She looked at the pale sky, and the world waking up underneath it. It must be very early, she thought. She sat up weakly, and her head spun and her eyes were momentarily covered in blackness. The moment passed, but she knew she was still too weak to get out of bed.
She sighed and fell back against her pillows. She was bored in the hospital, but her dad insisted upon her staying there for at least a week. Lance had been visiting her every day, and rarely wasn't there since the first day. He didn't trust Antonia, he never had. He said that Antonia was Indigo's friend when it suited her purposes, but would trade her in in a second if it helped her in the slightest. Indigo denied this, stating that Antonia's trust and loyalty was hard to earn but worth it.
Lance knocked on the doorframe, and peered around the corner into Indigo's room. She looked bored, as usual. He couldn't understand why she wanted to get out so soon, even when she knew she was still far too weak. Yes, she was bored, but wouldn't she rather be healthy and bored as opposed to dead and preoccupied?
She saw him a few moments later, and she smiled. He came in, carrying another book, and a sketchpad and art kit. She smiled with sheer and utter joy at seeing the second thing, and threw her arms around his neck in a giant hug. He hugged her back.
"Thank you so much," she told him, and immediately opened the sketchpad, but frowned.
"What's the matter?" he asked her.
"The first picture I drew in here, the picture of Antonia, is gone. Just ripped out. And the picture I drew of Jean-Paul before I knew about him… it has a little picture of Antonia stuck on the corner of it. Weird. Oh, I must have ripped that page out and given it to Cam or something, and I just don't remember it." She commented softly, trailing off.
"Well, I think I should leave now," Lance said, seeing Kaiki, some other doctors, and some nurses walking down the hall towards Indigo's room.
"Bye, Lance," she said, as the doctors entered. One of them started telling her how much blood she had lost, how long she would be here, and that they might sign her up for counseling. She interrupted him right there.
"You don't honestly think I did this to myself," she said in disbelief.
"Well," the doctor started, but she cut him off.
"If I wanted to kill myself, I'd be dead right now. How hard do you really think it is to find an artery?" she pointed out.
"But your history-" he tried again, and she flipped him off, holding her finger up there with a dark look on her face.
"You can add that to my history," she said. "And fu-" she started to say, but Kaiki interrupted her.
"Put your finger down Indigo," he said calmly. "There is no need for such behavior. If you don't want counseling, then I think we're done here." As the other doctors walked out, the one that Indigo had interrupted hesitated in the doorway, and turned to say something, but she held up her pointer finger, her ring finger, and her middle finger.
"Pick a finger, any finger," she said, and he hurried out.
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Iinchou hesitated to knock on Maron's door. Just as he had worked up the courage, he heard Maron and Chiaki getting out of the elevator, laughing. He turned, and saw Chiaki's arm around Maron. He didn't give them a chance to see him; he just turned and fled down the stairs.
He stood a floor below, the painful memory permanently burned into his head. With lack of something better to do, he decided to visit Chiaki's sister in the hospital. Even though it was decently far away, he decided to walk.
A while later, he walked into Indigo's room, and heard music playing softly. He was more fluent in English than anyone else, and cold understand it.
"I want your girlfriend to be my, I want your girlfriend to be my, I want your girlfriend to be my girlfriend, too," the singer sang. Iinchou froze. These words suited him perfectly. Suddenly, he heard the music stop, and the girl look up from her sketch pad.
"I thought you might like to know how you feel isn't uncommon," she said. "I saw you coming from my window," she explained, misinterpreting his shocked face.
"H-how did you know…?" Iinchou asked, trailing off, and Indigo scoffed.
"It's really obvious; to me at least. You look at her like Cameron used to look at Antonia, the way he looked at me when I left France. But, I hate to tell you this, it isn't the way Chiaki looks at her." She explained.
"What do you mean, it isn't the way Chiaki looks at her?" he said, and she sighed.
"Well, you like her a lot, but my brother," she paused and took a deep breath, "My brother loves her." She finished hesitantly. The words were like a slap across the face to Iinchou.
"O-oh..well…" Iinchou trailed off, unsure of what to say. Indigo smiled knowingly and shook her head.
"It's time to let go," she said.
"I know," he said. "But I wish I didn't." She shook her head and laughed. "What?" he asked her, irritated.
"You don't know how damn lucky you are," she said, shaking her head. "I doubt you, or the rest of the class for that matter, even know my name, and you're complaining about not finding your true love at age sixteen?" she finished, giving him a withering look that made hi feel guilty.
"You're right," he said. "Are you coming back to school on Monday?" he asked her, just to get her off the topic.
"If I have to break out of this stupid hospital to get there, then I will. I don't see the point in missing school. It's not lie I have AIDS or anything." She said firmly, and he laughed at her ending statement.
"I don't think your dad will be very happy to hear that," he said jokingly. She shrugged.
"I don't think I care," she said distantly.
"He only wants to take care of you," Iinchou told her, trying to help Kaiki's case.
"Well, he screwed that up when he sent me to an orphanage." She said angrily, and Iinchou didn't touch on the topic again.
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Marianna screamed in frustration, kicking at the obsidian ball she'd been using to spy on the Nightmare kaitou. She snapped her fingers, and a servant came running. Her lips spread into a wide smile that bared her glimmering white fangs.
"Get me Omega and Projeter," she said, smiling wickedly all the while. The servant's face paled noticeably, but he nodded, bowed, and ran out of the room.
Marianna's smile grew even larger; now the kaitous would find out what tricks she really had up her sleeve. And Omega and Projeter were just the beginnings of another master plan. This one would work; she just knew it.
And the reason she knew this was because none of the three kaitous would see Omega and Projeter coming.
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Jean-Paul dragged Antonia into an anti-chamber. His eyes glinted with rage, his hair was unruly, but he looked better than Antonia. Her eyes were flat, cold, and grey, with dark circles under them. Her face looked pale and emaciated, and her hair hung limp and tangled at her shoulders. Her eyes were puffy and bloodshot, and her right cheek and wrists bore large, purple bruises. The sleeves of her shirt had been ripped off, and her arms had several thin gashes. She was barfoot, and her toes were bruised and her toenails were bleeding.
Though she had only been missing hours, she felt like it had been years. Jean-Paul had dragged her through the city, and few people noticed. He looked for all the world like a normal father dragging a disobedient daughter behind him. The hours she had spent in the evil, infested underground network of tunnels and chambers had taken its toll on the otherwise normal girl. She felt the darkness oppressing her every happy thought and stealing away her strength, feeding it to an unnamed monster.
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End Chapter Ten
Maahhhh… this is way too short, but I'm far too lazy to write more. HAHAHAHAH. Anyways, everyone sucks except for Jo-Ryan Salazar. Why? Because no one else reviews. I will take you off my you-suck list if you review….
I promise!
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-Knife Thrower
P.S.: I'm not going to tell you what Projecter means. You want to know, look it up on your own damn time.
