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Cyberwing: HIHI!! I should've updated sooner _. I have an announcement to make. I am planning to wrap up this story. In fact, it was suppose to be this chapter. However, due to the amount of BS I am putting in this chapter, I wasn't able to _ so pathetic~~ . this chapter have 10 pages. So I'll probably be able to end this story in the next chapter or so--- if I don't BS as much. Anyways, enjoy!

I am inventing a new sigh again. //= memories

In My Dreams-Ch 16

The first thing I felt was the coldness of icy water. I became sober right away.

Panicked, I pushed myself toward the surface, "What the fuck!"

I spitted the salty water out of my mouth and wiped the water off my face as I tried to locate the bastard who was responsible for this. Who could it be other than 'psycho'? Boy, he must be feeling suicidal tonight. Why? Because he was standing a foot away from me, right within my reach, not to mention that I had shiny, sharp, pointy heels too. What was even better was the ocean was so close; I didn't even need to find a better place to dispose his body nor to worry about washing off the blood.

Okay, I was getting into too many details.

I pushed him away from me, "What the hell is wrong with you!" I staggered as I made my way back toward the beach. The water was just waist high, yet I was all wet since he threw me into the water. The white trench coat I had on glued to me like a second layer of skin.

From where I was, I could still see the mansion clearly, 'psycho's' car was parked along the side of the road. I recognized this beach; I've seen this place when 'psycho' was driving us up to the mansion. I shivered as my wet body came into contact with the cold night air. The heels I had on made it difficult for me to walk on wet sand.

I was about to be out of the water when 'psycho' grabbed me roughly by my right arm and twirled me around to face him. He looked angry; his feature seemed to have hardened.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked, rage in his voice. Wow, he was swearing. I think it was the first time he did that. I've never thought that a man like him would be able to swear. After all, he was one of those who kept everything under control. I might be dead for saying this but it was actually entertaining to watch him screaming at me while I was actually calm. Come to think of it, this was the first time. Usually, I was the one that was pulling hair out and was stomping on the ground, ready to beat the shit out of him any time, but was never able to; while he was the one who crosses his around across his chest and smirk at me. This was fun! Too bad I wasn't able to cross my arms.

My god, I was starting to wonder whether I was a sadist or a masochist---or was I both?

The grip around my waist tightened, okay, fun time was over. Why? Because it was getting painful. VERY PAINFUL.

"Dude, you are hurting me! Let go." I tried to wrench my hand out of his grip. Yet no matter how hard I've tried, I wasn't even able to move my hand by an inch.

Okay, I was getting worried. This was the first time I've realised the difference of strength between him and me. Ow! How the hell did he become so strong? Wasn't he suppose to stay in his damn mess room which looked as if a hurricane had ran over it and sit on his fat ass all day to do his 'experiments'? He was one of those who could be categorized as nerds right? Well, nerds without glasses, unlike me when I was in---STOP.

Don't think of the past Elle. You no longer go to school anymore.

Great. Remember what I've said before? When I become worried or scared, my brain just ramble on about stupid things? Well, this was one of those times. Thank you brain, I COULDN'T EVEN THINK CLEARLY ANYMORE.

God, I was talking to myself in my mind about my damn brain again.

How the hell could I get out of this situation?

Lists of option came into my mind. Thank you brain! Finally you were doing something that was actually beneficial to me.

1) Tell him to fucking let go--- wait a minute. Didn't I do that a minute ago? Well obviously it didn't work so---NO!

2) Use violence aka KICK HIM IN THE FAMILY JEWEL!---Sigh, if this happened a few days earlier, I've done it without a second thought. However, didn't I just realize that I liked him a few minuets ago? I shouldn't be so violent to him. After all, I have to give him a good impression right? Kicking his ass was not a good way to get him to like me. I have to show him that somewhere deep inside me that I was still 'feminine'. So---NO! Please notice that I didn't say a good first impression. Forget that~

3) Let him hold onto me and hoped that he'll somehow let go? Boy was it just me or did I think about the same thing a long time ago. When was it? When he and I were still stuck within piles of rocks, I remembered what happened after and that just made me so angry maybe I should choose 2---NO! Must control my emotions. Must refrain myself from using physical violence!

I was in love in 'psycho', I was in love with 'psycho'--- Would someone please tell me why was I self-hypnotizing myself?

I mean, if I do like him. I wouldn't be doing this. Could it be because of Mai that I was actually feeling these emotions back then? That I didn't li--

My thoughts were cut of as he grabbed my left shoulder, "What were you thinking? Do you have any idea what would happen if I didn't show up?"

"Why would you care anyway?" I yelled, "Go back to the mansion and dance with Mai or something."

Good Lord, I sounded like I was jealous of them or something, which was probably the truth. I was happy that he was the one who rescued me from that guy at the party. Yet, I was not able to forgive him for being so--- 'friendly' with Mai. I knew it was partly my fault since I was the one who kind of pushed him to her in the first place, but still.

Suddenly he froze; he looked at me as if I were from another planet. Then as if he acknowledged something, he started to laugh. His deep voice rang, along with the sound of the waves hitting the shore, giving the night a lively atmosphere.

I looked incredibly at him, it was the first time I've seen him laugh. I watched him as he continued; finally he looked like he was someone at his age, not someone who was in their mid-forties or something. To me, the way he looked now was more likeable than how he was before since he would wore a cool expression on his face. It was as if the whole world owed him money. Yet now, he looked friendlier, more approachable, even though he was laughing at me.

For the first time in my life, I thought that maybe being around him wasn't as bad as I've thought.

Even so, the sound of his laugher was getting on my nerves.

"Hey, quit laughing at me." I tried to push him away once again with my hand.

Bad move, instead of being able to get further away from him, he pulled me closer. He swung me around and around in circles.

"Put me down! I am going to puke!" I could barely stand properly as I planted my feet back onto the ground.

Note to self: Don't drink and get swing.

His arms wrapped around my shoulders. My hands pressed against his chest as my feet were still wobbling. I didn't like the distance between us. I liked to keep my personal bubble in tact and didn't like anyone to invade it. Even so---god, my face was so close to him that my forehead could feel his warm breath coming out of his lips.

Since he didn't have his trench coat on him, the white shirt he wore had become transparent as it was socked with water before. Now that I was close to him, I could once again see everything that was underneath the shirt. I felt the warmth of his body passing onto both of my palms---My god; I must not think about his damn masculine chest anymore, I must focus on his face. If I were to see it again, I think I am going to have a nosebleed soon. I would probably be the first person who would die of loss of blood caused by a man.

Yet the next thing he said made me want to cough up blood.

"Elle," He said incredibly, "You think you are light to hold up?"

That was it; I was going to kill him. I looked around, and saw no one. Perfect! I moved my hands toward his shoulder and had the sudden urge to wring his neck. Did he just call or hinted to me that I was fat? I'll see him in hell! No wait, I would be going to heaven. It would be like, on my way to heaven, I would see him going to hell.

He shook his head from left to right several times as water droplets were flung out of his hair. He ran his hand through his hair, smoothing his messy hair. Some of the water droplets had hit my face. At that time, I didn't notice.

When the hell did 'psycho' become so sexy?

God, I felt a gush of blood going to my brain at this moment.

SHIT! I was going boy-crazy. SHIT!

He gave me a queer look and smirked; moving closer to me, his eyes unmoving. He probably knew what he was doing to me, and yet he was continuing to do it on purpose.

"You are drooling."

Fearing what he'd said was true; I pushed him away from me and wiped my mouth almost instantly. Damn, what was I thinking? I might like him but I've past the age where I let my hormones control me. I acted like a dumb teenager.

"It's alright," He said with his deep masculine voice. "I understand completely. First you tried to get yourself drunk during the party when I was dancing with Mai and now you looked as if you are going to swallow me in one gulp. Yet you are not admitting it. You are probably thinking why a bachelor like me would fall for a simple girl like you. After all, I've seen all types of women. There's a saying that goes like 'no matter how pretty someone is, the more you look at her, the more you'll get used to her splendour; and no matter how ugly someone is, the more you look at her, the more you'll get used to her hideousness.' I totally support that statement."

I swallowed; it couldn't be that obvious right? It seemed that he knew that I was falling in love with him.

And that could only be described with one word.

SHIT!

Under any normal circumstances, with his looks, it would be great to have him at home because he would make a crappy house look more attractive. Taking him out might be able to make the polluted city more clean. However, liking him was one thing, staying with him and looking at him for the rest of my life was another. Then I realized that I didn't want to see his face more than necessary.

Was love supposed to be like this? I was having more and more doubts.

Wait a minute. Did he just say that I was ugly? He called me simple, what the hell did he mean by that? Was he talking about my looks or my intelligence? Well I suppose either way it wouldn't matter since either one would get him killed, namely by me. My hands were moving closer toward his neck without thinking.

"My God, asshole." I muttered, "Shut up."

"Not to mention that I was younger---"He continued on with his 'speech'.

I blinked; I didn't bother listening to him. I couldn't believe it. Couldn't he find something else better to say? What the hell! Didn't he know that there are three things you were not supposed to say to woman?

Elle's guide to life for men in this world:

1) Never tell her that they're fat. Women are very self-conscious about their body shape. If they ask you anything, just say they are perfect in every way. They prefer other people telling them that they were beautiful and everything, even if it means to lie.

If you had been in this world long enough, you should've realized the difference between lies and 'white lies' and that being straight-forward sucks. Lying itself is wrong, but 'white lies' are good for many reasons. First of all, the person who was listening to you would feel good as to what you've said and for you, your life would still be intact. How useful is that? I mean, you get to live without worrying about enemies behind your back. Being blunt is good when you guys are children only.

Therefore, tell 'WHITE lies'.

2) Never tell them that they're ugly. Are you suicidal? Women would hate you for it and I could guarantee you that they could still be able to recall what you've said to them until they die. Women have great memory in these kinds of things, anything related to hatred. Why? It was because I was one of those who still death glare Anthony in front of him. After all, no point in glaring at him unless he'd known about it. I was the walking proof.

Wait a minute--- that had nothing to do with calling women ugly. However, let's just say that it would cause the rest of the female population to beat the shit out of you.

3) Never tell them that they're old. Let's just leave it at that--- Why? Because I am running out of ideas that's why. Not a word!

Anyway, if you were someone like 'Psycho' who had screwed up everything that I've said in the 'Elle's guide to life for men in this world', you could practically kiss your precious life goodbye. Why? Because you would not be having it when the sun raise.

My hands wrapped around his neck. Now if I applied the right amount of force---

"Don't feel ashamed. Even though I am a rich, handsome, intelligent---"

"What the hell is wrong with you? Who wants you anyway?" I rolled my eyes and felt the corner of my eye twitched. "You narcissistic pig! Even if the whole male population died except for you, I would not even consider choosing you." I sounded louder that I've thought, it sounded as if I was yelling. Oh well, at least that way, MAYBE he'll finally let the messages set in.

What would the messages be?

$#%$&^&%*^&*&(&*#@$#@!!!!

"We've made a promise," 'Psycho' once looked at me as if I were someone who was picking on him. That he was a weakling and I was a bully. My god, he was looking at me with his damn pair of puppy eyes! "Remember back in the orphanage---"

"My god; how old are you? Don't pretend you are cute" I groaned, "Do I give a damn as to something that I can't even remember Seto? The truth is, I don't remember anything about you. I don't even know you before the encounter we had at the warehouse. So just let go of me before I hurt you-- -"

Two shots rang in the air.

Before I could even think, I felt 'psycho' knocking me off my feet as my back hit soft sand. I had a gush of air knocked out of me as his body fell on top.

Remember about Karma?

Revenge was sweet!

Bahahahahahah!---He was bleeding rather rapidly---I think he was dying.

SHIT!

"Seto? Seto!" I pushed myself up, he was leaning onto me. I touched his back and saw my hands covered with blood.

'Psycho's blood.

He was shot twice on the back.

I would not be held responsible for this! I refused to be the scapegoat!

//A man, stood in front of me. I wasn't able to see his face clearly but I felt that he was someone important to me.

"Daddy, don't leave me here. Don't leave me at the orphange! I don't care how dangerous things will be; I just want to be with you!"

"I won't be gone for too long Elle. It is just that there is something important that I need to take care of before we can be together without worry. You don't want us to live in fear forever right? I will come and pick you up as soon as I've finished my business once and for all. I know the Head Master here well; you must always obey to the things he says." He patted me on my head.

"I don't understand daddy? Why do you have to leave? Why?"

"Because Elle--- Daddy has seen something which he shouldn't have---"//

I blinked and shook my head. What the hell was that? I had something else which I need to take care of. I need to get 'psycho' to the hospital ASAP. After all, I didn't want to be charged with murder.

Who would be so daring? Who would want to kill 'psycho' at this place--- besides me?

I heard another sound of a gun firing and I ducked instantly. Then survival instinct kicked in. I quickly stood up, grabbing his right arm and putting it behind my neck, I started to drag 'psycho' toward the car as fast as possible.

I so deserved a halo. I've never felt so nice in my life. I mean, he deserved to die. Maybe if I hit his wounds by 'accident'---

I heard several gun shots and felt the sand around me shooting up due to bullet impact. I felt the burning sensation as a bullet hit me by my right shoulder. It made me move faster.

I didn't want to die damnit!

However, I wasn't able to move as fast carrying 'psycho'. Maybe I should just ditch him and made a run for it.

But he was bleeding---

//I followed Daddy to the door as we walked out of the orphanage. It had been a few months. I was getting used to the orphanage. After all, I've made so many friends. It was kind of ironic because I had actually felt sad as I leave.

Daddy took my hand as we walked slowly out of the place. I saw a boy standing next to the cherry blossom tree.

"Wait daddy. I want to say goodbye to somebody."

The man smiled, patting me on my head, he motioned me to go.

I smiled as I ran up to the boy, "Seto, my daddy has come to pick me up!"

The boy had simply given me a nod.

"I've come to say goodbye Seto." I said quickly as I was excited, "But I'll come back and visit you and your brother, I promise." I picked up his hand, and hooked our pinkies, giving it a shake, "It's a deal then, I will never forget you!" Without waiting for an answer, I gave him a peck at the cheek before running back to Daddy.

I was smiling as I ran up to Daddy, until I heard a gunshot. It was like a movie, I watched in slow motions as to how his body fell backwards as the bullets impacted his chest.

"Why are you on the ground? Daddy? Wake up! It's not funny." I bent down and kneeled next to him. Trying to understand why was there so much blood.

There was blood everywhere!

I shook him gently as more blood poured out of his chest.

"Elle," he called softly.

"Daddy?"

"Forget everything. You didn't see this happening. You have no memory of this. You are suppose to live a carefree life, I am sorry Elle. Forget this, forget Daddy, forget everything." In his last effort, he covered my eyes with his bloodstained hand.

I've never seen him again.

Because, after that moment, I've been repeating the same words over and over again.

"I didn't see anything---"I didn't even feel a pair of strong hands wrapping around me, smothering me.

Forget everything---//

I've listened to my father. I've forgotten the two boys, who had always played an important role in my life. It was because, they reminded me too much of the past. That was why I had erased them from my memory.

I took another look at 'psycho'.

I've made myself a new promise.

No one was to die in front of me ever again. I refuse to let anyone to die in front of me. Even if that person happened to be a bastard called 'psycho'.

Taking a deep breath, I dragged 'bastard' toward the car. I placed him onto the ground as I tried to search for the car keys. Another bullet was fired, scattering the driver and the front passenger window. I wrapped arms around his neck, shielding him from all the scattered glass.

I didn't even notice that blood was dripping from my forehead until my vision turned red.

Found it!

Press the remote control; I unlocked the doors of the car. I opened the back door and shoved 'bastard' roughly to get him into the car. Noticed that I shoved, I didn't bother treating him so gently. After all, I told you, I am a woman and women remember! I took off the white trench coat, putting it over the driver seat; I sat and slammed the door.

I shoved the key into the ignition and I stepped on the gas.

I heard several more gun shots behind me. Yet as I drove, a thought brought chill down my spine. At that beach, we were sitting ducks! It was a wide opened area. Anyone who could hold a gun steady would've been able to kill us. Therefore, I could only come up with one conclusion. The purpose of the shooting if it weren't for killing us.

But then what did that bastard want from 'bastard' and me?

I took another look at the rear view mirror and no car was in sight. I heard 'bastard' groaning softly in the background as he was pushing himself up.

I raised my right foot by a bit so I wasn't pressing on the gas pedal as hard. Since he looked aright, I was pretty sure that he wouldn't mind getting to the hospital a few minutes later. After all, a few drops of blood won't kill him right?

I took another look and saw him collapsing back onto the car seat at the back.

On the second thought---

I stepped on the gas.

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Well this is the end of Chapter 16, what will happen next? Is Seto injured badly? Will he die? What about Elle? How will she be able to find her way through Japan and get him to the Hospital? Well read the next chapter to find out! For now, please read and review so I'll know what you think about this chapter!