How hard could it be?
Kyo-kun: Kelly-sama, oh thank you! Waaaah! Chibi neko author kneeling, both hands clasped in front of her big brown, watery eyes, ears erect, tail wagging ever so gladly So nice, Kelly-chan… Thank you, thank you, and thank you! I can't say anything else but 'thank you' raised to the nth power! A-R-I-G-A-T-O!!!
Aki: Well, hello guys!!! It's the 26th of November! Yey! The sun is shining, the birds are chirping, and I am here bringing you the continuation of my story!!! Yippee! Hula dances all around the room To all of you, I am so thankful for having you guys read and endure the story's pacing, plotting and really poor story line… Hysterical laughter And please excuse my sickness… I forgot to take my… Uhm… daily dose of… Milk. Again… She hula dances all around the room, while laughing hysterically Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!--- choke--- clears throat --- hahhahahhahhahhahaha!
Kori: Please excuse my dear friend over here… My niece forgot to bring her a glass of her… depressant… her milk. She usually goes wild and hysterical after drinking a cup or even a sip of coffee, which she was offered and unsupervised, she took on the temptation, and there you have it. One crazed author… Who wants to pair me--- mmmph!
Aki: Good thing I recovered. Thank you Kori… Ahem. I shall make no risks of letting any information out regarding the outcome of my 'story'…. Again. I apologize for… um… not taking my milk. Thank you. Till then! Au revoir!
Kori: Apparently he is in a bag, with a gag over his mouth, arms and legs tied
Aki: Oh yeah… I forgot… I was supposed to tell you guys about Kori's background in chapter 5… But my plans backfired, because, again, three mugs of coffee lay empty beside my bed the morning I woke up after typing my… story. I am very sorry. Truly sorry indeed. chibi neko mode, gasping for breath as the side effects of milk slowly sink in her system… Too much milk cause me… insomnia, by the way… SO the next day, I woke up, very late for school, and was not able to type the poor man's background, yet again.
Warning: Please be alarmed. The characters you think about may not be the characters I am thinking about. The story may not be the way you expect it to be… I warn you about the foreboding dangers that lie ahead… Hahahaha… Evil laughter
For your Information, dear readers:
There was a study, that milk is more effective on making you stay awake, than coffee. While the effects of caffeine is different from milk, it said to be much healthier to be taken in the morning. Gone are the thoughts of "milk is fattening…" You can stay awake and (on very special situations, mine for example) be healthy at the same time. You burn the calories and fat that you get from milk as you work through the rest of the day. ^_^
Milk is very essential to our development. It gives us calcium to avoid bone deficiencies like those said in commercials… I don't bother with their names. All I know is that I drink milk. Heheheheh. (Hysterical laughter) ahem.
Thank you for reading (if you did) my (very useless, I think) information.
Trivia:
Tea burns calories too, you know. Drink green tea… But I suggest oolong, for it burns calories faster. In three weeks, with exercise and the right amount of tea, you'll be thin… I guarantee you my… Better cancel that one though… I might die after three weeks from now. ^_^
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Chapter 6
There is only you
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DEDICATED TO MY LOVING AND EVER SO CARING SEMPAI… The ever so astonishingly irresistible cough * cough yet very *ahem* snobbish Duo-chan who really dislikes Yaoi… And my ever so loving brother whom I really am not related to… Onii-chan Czyrus… ARIGATO!!!
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Chapter 6
There is only you
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… JuuOhChou…
"Feeling the wind blowing today, I can't seem to think straight."
"Hmmm…" A brown-eyed Watari said as he sat beside the biseinen drinking his tea under a sakura tree outside the office walls. "Indeed…"
"Sigh."
"Mah… Tatsumi…"
"Yes?"
"Do you… Um… Do you think… Tsuzuki and… um… Hisoka are all right?"
"They'll be fine…" Tatsumi said, gazing into the distance. As Watari looked at him, he could feel his cheeks burn. He really hasn't looked at Tatsumi up close that much, and he couldn't help thinking that… that…
Tatsumi looks so… handsome… mysterious… His blue yes so… captivating…
"I mean, Hisoka's going to be outraged…" Watari tried to look away, but his eyes were glued to the secretary's face … He wondered how subtle his lips were if it'll ever land on his own…
"Hmmm…?"
"I said… You're not listening." Yutaka glared at the man who had the cup of tea poised in front of his lips, not bothering to drink from it.
"Oh. Sorry. I couldn't help it. This day is so… so… serene."
"I agree."
Watari closed his eyes. The wind blew through his hair, making him shiver involuntarily. The soft rays of the sun falling on his face, caressing it passionately with its warmth as the blossoms flew through the air. Feeling the solitude resting over them, he let himself drift into space for a while…
"Yutaka-kun,"
Watari jerked his eyes open. Tatsumi rarely calls him by his first name. Why all of a sudden…
"Can you… Do you…"
Watari watched as Tatsumi fidgeted.
"What is it, Tatsumi?"
"Nothing… I forgot. Um… Would you like any tea?"
Watari looked at the shinigami before him. He looked nervous a little. Watari doesn't know why.
"No, thank you. I think I'll pass tea today."
"Oh. Well… Can I ask you a question---?"
Just then, Wakaba came running, she shouted, "Tatsumi-san, come quick! Something happened! Something happened!!!" She was in panic.
Tatsumi, Watari and Wakaba ran to the office as fast as they can. When they entered the office, kachou was the first to greet them.
"Hello. Tatsumi-san, I have just received information. There has been another murder. Watari, you are in charge of the investigation. Gather all leads, all information, clues, whatever, I just want this culprit to be caught for it has been a problem, and even the other divisions in charge of this case had given up. Even the souls do not want to speak about it."
The two immediately went to their posts silently but quickly and started to order people to do this and that. But Tatsumi mostly ordered them to do things, while Watari asked small requests as he faced the computer. The whole office went busy; the afternoon so full of noise and all the people shuffling papers, calling divisions and processing information.
"Hmmm." Watari examined the file in front of him. "Seems that we were wrong."
"We have always been wrong." Tatsumi suddenly said. He was behind Watari and he was looking flustered and irritated.
"This was supposed to be Honda Makiko's death. This assassin is mocking the mortals... Even we are fooled by his tricks. Playing a little game of hide and seek… Trying to see what'll happen first."
"But instead, this John Helm got killed… Because of the same reason… but…but…"
"But what?"
"Why would he need to suck out the man's brain?"
"What do you mean?"
"He 'sucked' out the man's memories, Tatsumi. He brainwashed him. Other souls apply."
Tatsumi read off the rest of the paragraph on the screen and pointed it out to the blond sitting next to him.
"…A pair of clear emerald eyes… and a lock of brown hair…" He turned to Watari.
Watari shrugged.
"What can you make out of it.?"
"I think… this is a tad complicated than the previous cases… There are other cases also regarding this said assassin---"
"---Which was never caught---"
"—And never identified to which division or country it is from---"
"Might be a secret org."
"Or… A psycho's order…"
Silence.
"… The lock of brown hair…"
"We can check it out in my lab. Wait… There's more…"
Tatsumi watched the blond shinigami walk across the room and approach the girl's desk. He finally went over to where the man sat and looked over his shoulder.
"Wakaba, is this it?"
Watari was obviously referring to the girl standing next to them.
A nod.
Watari ran to the other computer. "I saw this a while ago while I passed…" Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. "Bingo. Dead victims: 420, Injured: 78. People in the building… Guests: 300, Staff: 200."
"Well?"
"Tatsumi, 500 people were there. Including the staff, 500. Only 420 died. It should've been 422 persons who died. Or 80 persons injured. You do the math."
"Where's the other two?"
"That's what we have to find out."
"How did they die?"
"Poisoning, others, physical contact with a weapon, others… suffocation… and… oh my."
"What?"
"Loss of sanity. Brain stopped working…"
"What could do such a thing?"
"Demon."
"No, it's human."
"Positive?"
"Positive."
Rasp intake of breath. Tatsumi's.
"So, there were two… who killed 420 people."
"Hai."
"Who could be the next target though? This person seems to be two steps ahead all the time."
"… Let's go there and investigate for clues, then...?" Watari suggested.
"What, in France? Are you kidding me? I'm not going there."
Tatsumi hid a blush, which was creeping over his cheeks from Watari.
"Why? France is a very nice tourist's spot."
"No."
"…"
"I'll call up Tsuzuki-kun and Kurosaki-kun."
"Fine. Be that way. You always do that."
"Look… we better call those two, small change of plans mean a lot. Yokohama might not be the one who's supposed to die."
"Hmmph." Watari said. He stood up and asked Kachou if he could get the lock of hair and examine it.
Tatsumi sighed. He wondered when he could---
"Tasumi-san, please look through this!" Wakaba screamed.
"What is it?!" Tasumi and the others ran to Wakaba's computer and gasped. What they saw shocked them…
"What the hell?!"
* * * *
Hisoka's POV
'SO, what am I doing here?' Hisoka asked himself as he sat in one of the bleachers under the scorching heat of the afternoon sun. He was sitting there to look after the impertinent jock, of course. 'I really should be getting at least a whole week off after this. He's worth killing anyway.' Hisoka sulked.
"Here! Here!" The jock waved at his teammate, his voice echoing through the field where all the players were practicing, the coach looking over them like a steely-eyed hawk.
He grabs the ball triumphantly in his hands, running to the edge of the field and making a touchdown.
"WHOO-HOO!" he yells. "Touchdown! Look out people! Blaze is in the house!"
Hisoka snorted.
Yeah right.
But he had to admit it, after sitting there for almost, what? 1 and a half hour, Rei is really good. Not to mention cute. Well, he is. Really. Seriously. Skin the color of caramel, wavy dark brown hair, lips the color of cherry, and body well toned. Whoa there, girl, hold your reins down, cause this boy's occupied. He's the kind of guy that every girl in the school would love to accept him in her respective pants.
Sigh.
Hisoka looked around. Is this assassin aware of his presence and his position? Doesn't he look like a normal high-school kid? 'Damn these people nowadays… They're improving.' How he wishes he could stay in the cool shade of a sakura tree, just having tea and cake with the irresistibly kawaii inu that always had a warm smile despite the temperature.
"Ano… Kurosaki-san… Am I right?"
A voice behind Hisoka made him jump. He turned to face the source of the voice and he went face to face with the beautiful green eyes of the man he knew as Kori Anderson, the new sensei.
He stared green-eyes at the biseinen that had his chocolate brown hair tied behind his back in a long braid, his bangs falling in front of one of his eyes in a ---er--- sexy way. Hisoka swallowed. He did look… great… He even smelled good from where he was standing…. Behind Hisoka, that is.
"What?" A small crease formed on his forehead as he smiled at Hisoka. The boy faced the other way, ruefully biting his lower lip.
"It's as if you saw a ghost… Well… I think I know what you're thinking."
Hisoka blushed, furiously red. He could hear his blood pumping in his ears. He asked, in a shaky voice.
"What?"
But he choked instead.
He was thinking of only one thing:
… Kawaii… So very kawaii…
The sensei chuckled. Hisoka looked back at the man. He had sat down the bleacher behind Hisoka's and was watching the team practice.
Hisoka could still feel his cheeks burning. The sensei is beautiful… And he couldn't deny it. Was he too red to be noticed? Hisoka thought. Hell, his blushing can really get him killed… He didn't want Tsuzuki to think he was---
'Wait a minute… Was that a shadow?' Was that a person he just saw behind a tree? No… Just his imagination…
The biseinen chuckled. Hisoka turned his head. Green eyes met green eyes. Hisoka let his shield down a little to read the sensei's emotions.
Sadness. Rancor. Despair. Hate. Anger. Disappointment. Anger. Longing. Anger. Hate. And…
…Pure power… Pure vexing power…
"What? Still not going to talk?"
"Um…" Hisoka ransacked his brain for something to say.
"Well, " The biseinen laughed. "'Um' is a start."
Silence. Still, Hisoka didn't know what to say, he was still biting his lower lip.
"Want to know something?"
Hisoka returned his gaze back at the sensei.
"…" The sensei had a wolfish grin plastered on his face, and the glint in his eyes reminded him of Tsuzuki whenever he was in his chibi inu mode when spotting a stray doughnut or cake on the tables. He stood up.
"Mind if I sit beside you?"
"Uh…"
The sensei moved down one step and sat down on Hisoka's right side.
"You know what?" The sensei smiled a malevolent one. "You are so… Beautiful…"
Hisoka blinked. He stared at the sensei in horror. His face burned and he had his mouth wide open. His jaws practically fell to the ground.
"What?!"
The sensei tired to maintain his straight face, but couldn't. he finally let out a guffaw that even the players down the field looked at them to see what's the matter.
"I. Was. Just. Kidding---" The sensei laughed and laughed. "You should see the look on your face! I'm sorry---" he gasped. He was rolling in laughter.
Hisoka closed his mouth and returned to watch on Rei, trying to ignore the now choking professor.
"That is so not funny."
The sensei stopped abruptly. "Are you gay?" He asked in a serious tone.
Hisoka was taken aback. That was more not funny than the first one, and a very straightforward question.
"No! Of course not!" Hisoka turned redder than before. "Are you?" It wasn't a very polite question to ask a teacher, but heck, Hisoka was technically 23, for your information. The same age as this teacher who acts like a teenager.
"…Unfortunately, no… It would've been nice to elope with someone as cute as you when they blushed profusely red."
"What?!" Hisoka huffed. "I know you're my teacher and all, but couldn't you at least try not to embarrass anyone---"
"Chill out! Don't worry. I won't tell… Come on. Are you?"
"NO!"
Fits of hysterical laughter emerged from the tangle of chocolate brown hair now falling from his head.
"Okay… Okay…" the professor's laughter dispersed. "I'm sorry… Just having a little fun."
"Why are you here anyway?"
"I just thought of getting out and taking a breath of air. You?"
"Same. Just like you, I just had to get out of that room, and get a whip of polluted air…" Sarcasm. Very Hisoka-like.
The sensei looked at him, doubting. Hisoka stared at those green eyes. There was something really wrong that Hisoka couldn't read. He can't feel anything else. He didn't know what to think. He seem nice… yet something mysterious and very secret lingers in his eyes… More like…
…Depression…
"Ne… Can I call you Hisoka-kun, instead of Kurosaki-san?"
"I guess."
Kori chuckled.
"What?"
"It's a good thing you're talking. Finally."
"What do you mean?"
"You rarely talk. You almost don't talk at all."
"I talk. But not to those who can't understand me. Especially… them." Hisoka said, obviously referring to his classmates. "Grade school children talk more sense than they do."
"So I've heard. My sister told me how very nice you were to her. Actually, I was looking for you to thank you. When I couldn't find you, I went here and decided to stay. And then I saw you. Again, thank you"
"It's no problem, really."
Silence.
They watched as the team as they went back to their locker rooms and disappear from the field. Hisoka didn't know what to do.
He thought of getting up and going back to the classroom to pick up his things, but before he could move a muscle, Kori spoke up.
"Wanna know something else?"
"What is it this time? This better be---"
"Chill. It just seems like you're Mister Popular, that's all."
"Huh?" Hisoka stared blankly back at Kori.
"Duh! Can't you see their faces? Or were you too busy ignoring them? They're practically drooling at your sight. Those girls… and guys, mind you, are at your tail…"
"So…?"
"I mean they're crazy about you, boy---"
"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME BOY!"
Hisoka suddenly bellowed, his blood rising to 100 degrees Fahrenheit. His heart exploded in anger. He suddenly realized that it was a teacher in front of him, not Muraki.
"Sorry! Chill! I'm sorry!" Kori put up his hands in surrender. "No need to blow up a vein."
"No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have. I just… I had this thing about that title and… I'm sorry."
"Hmmm. Tell me about it."
"I'd rather not. Besides---" Hisoka was cut off as he caught sight of a familiar face in a black trench coat.
Tsuzuki.
His lifesaver Tsuzuki.
Tsuzuki came, running through the field.
"'Soka-chan! We--- Oh. Um…"
"Hello, Tsuzuki-san." Kori smiled at the amethyst-eyed man, obviously jealous, though the baka beside Kori couldn't realize it.
"Hello. Could you excuse Hisoka-san for a while? We need to talk."
"Be right there, Tsuzuki-san!"
"Sure. Nice talking to you, Hisoka-kun." Kori smiled.
Tsuzuki flinched. Well, his eyes were blazing, and Hisoka noticed this. Better to keep mum. No use of reading him, because, Tsuzuki had his shields up.
"Nice talking to you too, sensei." Hisoka said as he descended the stairs leading down the grassy field.
"Please, just Kori."
Kori watched the two shinigamis disappear from his view. He smiled.
And he too, disappeared.
* * * *
The time has come.
It has begun.
Your turn is up.
Walk the platform and into the light.
Never give up until the job is done.
The time has come.
Now fade into the blinding truth and turn into a lie.
* * * *
There was a loud noise coming from a basement somewhere in Tokyo.
An argument was taking place between two different generations, two different people and two very different worlds, as a younger man stood to watch in silence, witnessing the clashing of two different beliefs and two different notabilities.
"You are so dumb! How can you be so stupid?! You clumsy beast! Why… You were almost killed! Putting an act like that! You almost had me go into a fit! The stress of bringing you to a hospital and…grrr…"
A gunshot. A man, judging by his face, was an old one, standing in front of a cell. A teenager emerged from the shadows.
"Go on. As if you'll be able to shoot me. You need me. Admit it. You need me for your shows… For your job… For your money… Your life."
"I can replace you girl… Don't you dare make a slip up…"
"That," The girl put up her hand up and jabbed her finger on the man's chest. "Is not called a slip up. It is called miscalculation."
Gunshots.
"Stop that Kasuka or the neighbors might hear." The younger man said.
"Why don't you try to talk some sense into this insolent kid?" The older one replied.
"Moi? Insolent? You're the one who's cruel! Practice every night! And when I make a mistake it's the dungeons! All you care about is your money and your audience!" The teenager spat in distaste, obviously appalled.
"I swear I'll kill your brother if you slip next time… You nearly lost my wonderful audience…"
"Go on kill me… You'll lose your job…"
Choking sounds materialized from the fragile body of the kid as a massive hand wrapped ample fingers around its neck.
"Kasuka!" Brother went against brother; the younger man pulled the older man's hand away. "We need her."
And with a stern face, the man pulled away, heaving a sigh.
"You always take her side."
"I will always will. I owe her father this. I owe him my life. I shall protect her life as what her father had done to me."
"Then so be it."
"Amen, my brother. Amen."
The older man left with his revolver in his hands, still fuming and murmuring curses under his breath.
"Thanks… I think. Thanks…" the teenager looked at the man in front of her with blank eyes, unable to show any emotion. She was… strangely beautiful, yet kept in this dark cell and commanded to do things. She was not free. She has never been. And the man laments with her every night, while she cried in agonizing pain that echoed through the house at nights, that even he could feel her suffering as he rushes to her room, completely concerned. He too, feels calm as he rocks her back to sleep, subsiding nightmares and howls of pain no longer heard after that.
"Hey. There's only one person and that is you in my life. I can't afford to lose that."
A vague smile form on the kid's face as she reach for the doll she had asked the man to carry for her. She hugs it with pure delight hidden under the doll's soft curls.
It has green eyes.
The man thought.
And so does she.
Both suffering.
"Ne… When will we see sensei?"
"Soon, my darling, soon." He pecks her on the cheek, feeling sorry for their poor souls trapped in this cell, and goes away, closing the door behind him… Softly…
One… Two… Three…
She holds her breath… Darkness.
"Yami… My life."
And so the darkness swallowed her whole, a punishment for those who disobeys the man whom she hates so much…
* * * *
"Ne, 'Soka-chan." Tsuzuki finally said while walking beside the green-eyed shinigami as they went out of the school gate.
"What?"
Tatsumi had informed Hisoka briefly about the sudden change of this case's goal before the he and Tsuzki left, through the phone. Tsuzuki had not been speaking all that time, that Hisoka almost asked him what's wrong until Tsuzuki beaten him to it.
"What did Kori want?"
Ah. I was right. Jealous. Hisoka isn't blind! Sure, he liked the amethyst-eyed man; he just didn't know what to do. Should he burst out suddenly and say, "Tsuzuki, I like you so much!" No. Very unlike him. He liked the man… For very comforting reasons… Tsuzuki always was there to comfort and share his grief about what happened to him… And vice versa. It had been years since the Kyoto incident, and after that, not much happened, except the fact that the both of them liked each other but has a hard time admitting it for they thought of each other's sake. They don't know that I could've been on a sugar high just by seeing them kiss… or better yet, make out. No, they still insist on not professing their love. They are so similar… But even though they try not to show and even if they're cold to each other at times, (no, just Hisoka, I guess) they still think of each other's sake. How sweet, don't you think so too?
"He was looking for me."
"Why?" The taller shinigami's eyes blazed.
"He was looking for me to say thank you for helping his sister out."
"About what?"
"She fell from a tree and I caught her, brought her up to the infirmary. Anything else?"
The boy was starting to get irritated. Yet he tried to keep his cool.
"Did you try to… read him though? He doesn't seem normal."
"Yeah. I sensed a lot of anger, sadness, and lingering. A little hope... And something else…"
"What…?"
"Power. Power so strong, it conceals itself. I don't know what else but something is really wrong with him, behind those eyes, there is something else."
Tsuzuki seemed to be satisfied, but his jealousy was still there. He kept silent all the while to JuuOhChou…
* * * *
A little later…
"Ah, bon!" Watari welcomed the two of them with much warmth as they entered the office. They have never seen the office so busy since the last time, and they gaped at how everyone was running around. Even Tatsumi, who rarely does the walking and running around printing files job, was, well, pacing the room, looking stern.
"Read."
He handed a very thick (read: 1 foot high) folder to the two of them. Tsuzuki grunted at the weight and settled it down on his table next to Hisoka's.
"Is there a much more shorter file than this one?" Hisoka asked the blond.
"I didn't say that you have to read all of it, silly, just this…" Watari flipped through the white pages of the folder, case numbers flying pass their eyes and he landed on the page he was looking for.
"There. This is the police's case file… Apparently, all of these are the assassinations and the paper work they did about the cases. The most recent?" he flipped again.
The two shinigami read.
Two very shocked faces looked at Watari then at Tatsumi, who just shrugged and motioned them to his office.
They sat down on the chairs facing Tatsumi's desk.
"About this case… It seems that the next victim is… not guaranteed to be Yokohama after all. But either one of them is. We do not know… yet. But we are working on it. We, Watari and I, shall be flying to France to investigate the crime scene."
And at that, Watari became a walking tomato.
"How about us?" Tsuzuki asked.
"You shall stay, and look out. I shall call you for further details. That's all I could say for now. I wish you good luck, and be careful."
They were dismissed… And as the door of the building close, they descend the stairs down to earth and…
Gladly flopped on the beds of their hotel room.
"Hisoka, shouldn't you be at your dorm room?" Tsuzuki asked as Hisoka went to the shower room to wash his face.
"I don't want to go back there right now. I'm too tired." He emerged from the sink, face all sudsy and he grinned.
"What?"
"How about if you go out and buy dinner, I'll buy you cake tomorrow."
"Great. But not now…" Tsuzuki buried himself on a pillow.
Hisoka inched nearer to Tsuzuki's bed. He reached inside his pocket and produced a Milky Way chocolate bar.
"Not even for this… Hmm?" He tore the wrapper open and revealed the chocolate covered bar.
At that, chibi inu Tsuzuki's ears stood up, and he wagged his tail. He jumped out of bed and tried to grab at the chocolate bar, jumping like a kid at Hisoka's feet. Hisoka shook a finger.
"A-ah! Buy food first and then I'll give it to you." He grinned.
"Hai!" Tsuzuki the inu ran out of the door and down the lobby, into the crowd and Hisoka looked out the window. Such energy like that could really help them on their cases, if only Hisoka had enough chocolate bars to feed the puppy. The puppy practically devoured a whole box that Hisoka gave him for Christmas in one sitting last year.
Hisoka rubbed his temples as he waited.
* * * *
"Kori, not too close to the water."
"Ne, doshite, Onii-sama?" A younger version of Kori came running on the sand, under the afternoon sun, his hair flying behind his back as he ran away from his brother. He was flying a kite.
"You don't want to ruin your kite, do you?"
Vigorous nods.
"Baka."
Flash!
It was his birthday, November 26, his 12th birthday. He was drowning. Drowning, choking… He kept his arms thrashing against the cold water. The tension was gone and all he could feel was the icy water pushing it's way in his little lungs. "Why? Why didn't he agree to learn how to swim? He felt his arms go numb, and his tired legs giving up its motion. He tried and tried but he sank deeper and deeper into the ocean's core… And at that…
Darkness. Silence.
But just as hope for his life had almost gone, a pair of strong arms lifted him up… Up… Air… he could see the sky again. His brother had saved him. And then…
Flash!
November 26th, year 1994. A 14 yr-old Kori stood in the shadows, a revolver in his hands… Then… Gunshots… He looked at his hands, but he didn't fire the gun. He stood, waiting for more sounds to be heard, on his birthday, he saw someone die. He froze form where he peered, from behind a wall… He could only see two lifeless creatures lying on the cold, stone road of the dark alley. From ahead, two headlights shone, blinding his sight and as he looked away, they left.
He ran, tears in his eyes, and without a sound, he ran towards his brother. Kasunagi Hajime, lay cold and dead on the dusty road; his wife lay, gasping for breath, her words flowed out of her mouth as dry and as dead as they can be.
"Save my… child… Save… Ai…" And she died, her hair strewn all over her husband's chest, her blue eyes staring blankly into the distance; Kori saw a child, 4 years of age, behind a small dumpster, crying and shocked that her parents had died in front of her eyes.
He cradled her in his arms, and…
FLASH!
Kori's 15th birthday, he had won the trophy for the National Debate… The little girl jumping up and down as he received the trophy. She ran and hugged him with all her love flowing from her little body and into his heart…
November 26, 1996. He could feel her even though she denied her sadness, when they visited her parents' grave.
FLASH!
He was 16 and he won another. He was now arranging plays, directing it, a girl singing the part in the chorus at age 6, dancing into the spotlight, not at all nervous, but with exuberant confidence.
FLASH!
At 17 he won the National Target-shooting contest, next to him, the kid applauding, perfectly contented as though her parents had never died. And on the 26th of November, that day, she never visited her parents' tombstone again.
FLASH!
He excelled in the play business at the age 18 he was, after all, a prodigy since child hood. He was training the child for the plays… How to be an actress…
FLASH!
The child is now 13 and she had grown to be so beautiful.
FLASH!
He was drowning again. And Hajime, saved him. Again.
FLASH!
Hajime's grave. Kori placing flowers on his tombstone… then…
Gunshots… Danger… Ai…
FLASH!
Kori sat upright on his bed. It was 12:00 midnight. There were screaming again.
This is his life. And he needed to protect her; his seimei, his only treasure.
Ai.
~To be continued~
A/N: sorry for the long author's note in the beginning. But everything's there already… Thank you! But first, befire departing, please answer these questions:
1.Do you think that a Gravitation-Yami No Matsuei crossover would okay?
2.Should I really dye my hair red?
3.Where do you think I can get Dante's (Devil May Cry 2) cool trench coat?
4.Is there a cure for Claustrophobia?
5.Can you guys give me websites to where I can get anime e-cards?
P.S. reviews please! I can't live without them! I need reviews… PLEASE!
P.S.2 Please don't kill me. ^_^*