A/N: Wow, It took me four hours and seven minutes of typing non-stop, but I've done it! I updated when I said I would. Yay me!!
One down, two to go...(maybe-)
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A SMILE UPON MY FACE
"Can you hold his arms while I tie his feet to the bed?" Tatsumi's voice was shaking with nervousness. Now, that's something you just don't see everyday, but Watari could certainly understand. His own heart had gone all the way up to his throat. It wasn't just Kenji kicking and screaming like a mad man, not even the foreboding words that, in his delirium, left the boy's mouth. The air was turning heavy, thick with something he couldn't quite explain. All he knew for sure was that it was starting to smell like brimstone and, since he knew a thing or two about chemicals, even the most logical, skeptic of explanations for that odor would have scared the shit out of him. If you added the fact that the sky seemed about to fall over their heads and the lightening, that was falling progressively closer to them, had gone from regular lilac to bright fuchsia, you'd have one frightened blond as a result; and with much reason, too.
Ah, but that was not all. No, his world couldn't even be simple when he was about to wet his pants so scared he was. There always had to be something else. He couldn't even focus on what was happening around him- not completely- so absorbed he was by the memories of what had happened a moment before. Not that he was ready to really rationalize them; he just couldn't keep them in check. Mix it all up and, instead of being jumping up and down with joy- as he knew he should have been- he just had something else to fear; if only in an unconscious level. He was terrified that now that he had seemed to've got what- who- he'd always wanted, some external factor would come and sweep it all away.
Kenji was nowhere near calming down, and the both of them were finding it harder and harder just to keep the boy on the bed. If Watari had been a superstitious person, he would have sworn he was possessed, or something. Oh, who was he trying to kid?! He was superstitious! Whatever it was, though, it had Tatsumi struggling with all his might; and he was way much stronger than Watari. He couldn't even hold one arm still at a time!
In his hysteria, Kenji kicked Tatsumi right in the face, sending the blue eyed boy flying to the other side of the room. Startled, Watari also let go of him and watched, helplessly, as Tatsumi fell with a loud thud while Kenji crawled to the darkest and furthest corner of the room, mumbling nonsense. It took him a split second to decide which of the two he should tend to first. He rushed to Tatsumi's side. Luckily, the blue eyed boy was already sitting up on his own, even if he looked a little stunned.
"What the hell?!" Tatsumi grumbled muffledly, looking around for the causal of his second jaw injury in one day.
Watari smiled a little nervously.
"They have great tooth implants nowadays. No one will be able to tell the difference?" Even as the joke left his lips, his fingers tenderly caressed the sore spot on their own, shocking him with th realization that he could do that now.
Tatsumi caught his hand, rubbing his palm with his thumb and stared deeply into his eyes, making Watari feel he could drown in those blue orbs.
"You don't hate me." Tatsumi stated with a whisper.
Watari would have asked what had made him think he could ever hate him, but he already knew the answer. But as much as he wanted to have that conversation right then and there, they still had a lunatic to deal with.
"C'mon," he said, standing up and helping Tatsumi along with him. "Do you thing there's a strong, intravenous sedative we could use?"
Tatsumi smiled as much as he could. To their surprise, when they got to where Kenji was, the boy had grown eerily quiet and still. He just stared at the door; his eyes seemed not only empty, but glassy. Tatsumi frowned.
"He was like this when I found him. Do you think he's really imbalanced? He could be the killer, for all we know."
Watari shrugged.
"He's not killing either of us in that state. I say we let the real doctors figure it out when the time comes." He smiled then. "And let us be thankful for some peace and quiet."
Their eyes met once again, as they both realized the opportunity that 'calm' presented. Just as Tatsumi was leaning down to kiss him, though, the door opened to reveal an unexpected, and certainly unwelcome, visitor.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" the voice mocked. The 'voice', Watari recognized immediately, and it sent shivers down his spine. They both turn round abruptly to look at that dreadfully amused face. "Watari-chan, Tatsumi-kun, I think you have something that belongs to me," he finished, taking a step closer to them.
Tatsumi went from tender to dangerously enraged in a matter of seconds. He was fuming and Watari had to thank the heavens again for not being his enemy.
"What the fuck are you doing here, retard?! Shouldn't you be back home? Or should I call it rat nest?!"
Watari could see a fist fight coming a mile away; especially since it involved those two. What he didn't predict- couldn't really- was the way Hiyama-san grabbed Tatsumi by the neck in the blink of an eye and lifted him several inches from the ground, as if he weighed nothing.
"Did I ever tell you how much I detest you?" Hiyama smirked at Tatsumi's very surprised and increasingly red face. "Don't get in the way, fagot; I haven't got the time to kill you propperly... yet."
Again, Tatsumi was flying across the room. Again, Watari could only watch, in horror, as the blue eyed boy's head slammed against the wall after his fall. Frozen in both shock and sheer panic, he could only stand, shaking like a lief, as an inhuman looking Hiyama approached him with a vicious smile on his face. "Are you going to cry now, baby?" he mocked, eliciting a few tears to fall from Watari's eyes, as much as he hated himself for them. "You're a fine piece of work, you know that? I think... yes; we've started on the wrong foot, you and I." Hiyama lifted Watari's chin with one finger, studying him. "If I weren't so busy right now, I'd love to help you. What would you like? I could get you Tatsumi-kun's devotion for as long as you shall live. Of course, I can't promise you that it'll be a long time but, hey! You win some, loose some, right?" He laughed.
Watari opened his mouth to reply; what? He didn't know; but it felt like he should say something. All of his intelligence served him little to grasp what was going on around him. While he thought, Kinji got to his feet and walked up to them, like an automaton, for what Hiyama let go of him and took the boy's hand. Watari could only think of two things at that moment; one, that Kenji sure looked willing to go with Hiyama, even though Watari was certain it was him from whom he'd been asking for protection earlier. Two,... well, it's just he didn't remember Hiyama's eyes being quite that shade of red.
The bully-cum-freak of nature lead Kenji out. Watari had a half mind to stop him, but a moan from Tatsumi was enough to dissuade him of that course of action. Not that it would have taken much, though.
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"Just how big is this demon, exactly?" Tsuzuki asked with a shaky voice as Hijiri opened yet another door and came up empty handed.
The reason for his question was simple; though they still hadn't been able to pinpoint a source of power (i.e: The demon.), the demon's energy was pretty much palpable everywhere. Not that it was overwhelmingly strong; and it wasn't like Tsuzuki had so much experience in the field. It was just damn scary, is all. Aome was the one to reply, since Hijiri seemed too busy rubbing his temples in frustration.
"He can be very big, with wings and horns and all, and not have too much power; or he can be small like a little baby and scary as hell." She said lightly. Hijiri grunted- not too grouchily, though. Tsuzuki noted with mild amazement that the man looked cheery even when he was obviously pissed.
"You're forgetting the possibility of him being huge and powerful," the older man said tiredly. Tsuzuki let out a little squeak at this, and Hijiri smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Tsuzuki. You really shouldn't worry about him. We'll roast him, no matter what."
The amethyst eyed boy nodded, unconvinced, as they moved to the next classroom. He still had a load of questions to make- relevant questions, at that- and probably not enough time to ask them. Hijiri was tired, and he wasn't about to bombard him with doubts, though. He'd have to wait and see for himself. But there was one thing that was bothering him the most, because he knew he couldn't answer it for himself and he wouldn't dare ask about it.
Just a moment before, Hijiri, a man he barely knew, had- again- addressed him with the familiarity of an old friend. Tsuzuki could tell it was instinctive, too; that the older man wasn't doing it to make him uncomfortable or to tease him, like Aome had a couple of times. Hijiri acted as if they had known each other forever. Maybe, Tsuzuki considered, it was a dead guy thing. Maybe in the land of the dead, or however it was called the place where they lived- using the term 'lived' loosely, of course- they didn't have the same social rules of etiquette. He'd heard people in the west treated each other like family all the time. Perhaps the dead folks were more cosmopolitan.
But if that had been the case, Tsuzuki figured, Hijiri would have called him Asato, instead of his family name without the suffix. Did he know how much he hated his given name? It couldn't have been mere chance.
All that would have been anecdotal, really, a curiosity, if Tsuzuki himself hadn't found Hijiri to be so unnervingly familiar. At times, Tsuzuki would think that familiarity was the kind you feel when you meet someone that looks a lot like another person you knew from before. And, indeed, Tsuzuki was sure that it was the case, especially when they guy took his glasses off. He definitively reminded him of someone; though his mind would simply not let him know who that someone was. But there was something else, something intrinsically Hijiri, that Tsuzuki 'knew' from somewhere. And it was making him loose his mind with the doubt.
Huffing, he kicked an invisible pebble. Where were the real pebbles when you needed one to kick? Honestly. One of the many, many creepy shadows lurking around them caught his attention, for no other reason than the fact that it looked like a kitten for a moment. But that detail brought on a memory, and that memory led him to put two and two together, to come to a very worrying four. He walked a little closer to Hijiri, touching his arm to catch his attention. Hopefully, he'd be able to tell him he was being paranoid. Suppressing a most curious and distressing impulse to call the man 'Hi-chan', Tsuzuki spoke.
"Hijiri-san, do you remember 'Soka... I mean, Kurosaki-kun?"
The older man smiled brightly.
"Sure I do! How could I forget?"
'How about because you only saw him once, and he was a little too unconscious to make that big an impression?' Tsuzuki thought, but only replied, "Remember when he got sick? I think it might have been the demon's fault!" He was unable to hide his concern. Hijiri frowned a little.
"And how would that be possible?" The man's tone wasn't really of doubt; it was more like he was testing Tsuzuki's knowledge.
"Well..." he hesitated, "I'm not sure I should tell you this... Maybe you won't believe me, but since you're dead and all..."
"He told you?" Hijiri interrupted, sounding truly surprised. And pleased, for some reason. Now it was Tsuzuki's turn to frown.
"Uhm... I don't know if you're talking about the same thing he told me about, but he's an... emporium? Empiric?"
Hijiri burst out laughing.
"Empath," he finished between chuckles. "I can't believe he told you already! That means he trusts you! Well done!" The man patted his back in congratulation.
His reaction had been way too excited for a stranger; never mind there was no chance of Hisoka ever telling a nurse about his secret. But it was the way Aome nudged her partner and cleared her throat nervously, plus the way Hijiri obviously realized he'd said more than he should have, that convinced Tsuzuki something fishy was going on.
He wouldn't have hesitated to ask about it anymore- not after such an incriminating behaviour- but at that moment, something happened that took his mind of the matter completely. Hijiri and Aome must have seen his horrified expression and misinterpreted it, because they exchanged a worried glance and Aome moved forward.
"We have all of your files back in Meifuu," she said, avoiding his eyes. "That's how we knew he was an empath." She laughed nervously, so did Hijiri. Tsuzuki just swallowed hard and pointed down.
"Some... something..." He couldn't seem to find his voice. "There's something grabbing my ankle."
Both shinigami blinked and followed Tsuzuki's finger. Soon, their faces were also horror stricken.
"Oh, dear God." Hijiri breathed, kneeling beside him.
Tsuzuki was afraid to look- his foot was at stake, after all- but neither Hijiri nor Aome were running for their lives. That ruled out the possibility of a nasty, man eating reptile demon, or something. A little whimper from below finally decided him to look and, instead of a gruesome creature, he found a young woman, on the verge of passing out.
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While he felt something akin to safety when Oriya was around, Hisoka hadn't counted with the possibility of him leaving, or just how helpless he would feel once he was left alone with Muraki. But it had happened. After finding the auditorium- Muraki had said he intended to put on a show, after all- the white haired boy had sent Oriya to look for some candles and rope. In the meantime, he was sitting at the edge of the stage, with Muraki hovering in front of him and playing with that stupid sword of his.
'If I could just...' He stopped his thoughts before they could take coherent form. He wasn't there because he couldn't leave. Now that he felt a little better, and with his hands free, he could have easily escaped. One kick here, one punch there and Hisoka would have been miles away before Muraki even knew what had hit him. But he wouldn't. The only way of getting away and keeping Tsuzuki out of harm's way, would have been to kill Muraki. Though, technically, he could have done it without a problem; and though, maybe, it was what he deserved, Hisoka couldn't dispose of someone's life without thinking it thoroughly.
But he did considered it. Once he was dead, Muraki would probably go on killing other people. That was what he was, wasn't he? A killer. It would have been for the greater good if he snatched that blade from his insidious hands and ended his pathetic existence. Why didn't he? Simple; there was something in Muraki that baffled him. That good he'd sensed in him; his love for Oriya. He couldn't judge him if he couldn't understand him, less alone be his executioner. As long as there was doubt, he'd have to give the boy a chance. But he wasn't about to wait and see, he decided. Hisoka cleared his throat.
"What is it, then?" he snarled.Muraki raised an eyebrow, the sword hanging in mid-air.
"What's what?" he asked curiously.
"That thing you want so much you have to kill me to get. You don't have to tell me the how, but I'd like to know the why. I mean, it's my life's worth, isn't it?"
"I don't like your questions." Muraki smiled. Hisoka was about to say something- something not very polite- but the older boy went on. "I do think it's a fair question, though. But I'm afraid the answer I can give you won't satisfy you." This was the Muraki he'd wanted to give a chance to talking. He wasn't mocking, he wasn't cocky; he was honest.
"Try me," Hisoka answered not too kindly, but way too kindly given the circumstances. Muraki lifted his eyes sky wards and sighed, resting the tip of the sword on the floor next to his feet.
"I want to know more about destiny," was all he said.
So, Muraki hadn't lied; that reply was as vague as it was unsatisfying. He hesitated to ask more, fearing to piss the boy off again. Luckily- or not- Oriya came back at that very moment, carrying what he'd been sent off to bring, as well as the weight of the world on his shoulders, or so it seemed.
Oriya was a whole other puzzle to solve. He didn't have much time to ponder on it, though. Muraki grabbed him by the wrist as soon as he saw his friend entering, and dragged him to the podium. The white haired boy was back to the 'I'm-a-cold-hearted-bitch' mode.
"Tie him up, Ori-chan, while I set the candles the right way. And tie his hands above his head. Everything has to be perfect."
Oriya nodded and came closer to him, but never laid eyes on him. He looked crushed, on the verge of crying. Hisoka, for the life of him, couldn't understand why Oriya was doing everything his friend asked of him, when it hurt him so much. Maybe love was blind, but this was ridiculous! It couldn't be just love.
"Can you... please?" Oriya motioned to his hands. Hisoka rolled his eyes and rose his arms. "Thank you," the boy whispered, as he begun tying him.
"Why don't you tell him to fuck off?" he asked him in a low voice. Of Oriya, he wasn't afraid; he could ask as much as he wanted; and honestly, he was dead curious. "He won't kill you if you just leave. Why are you helping him?"
Hisoka felt the guilt in the dark haired boy worsening. Oriya took his time to answer; so much, Hisoka had convinced himself he wouldn't when he whispered.
"One has to know how to pick one's battles."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" he said, a little too loudly, since he saw Muraki turning to look at them from the corner of his eye. Well, he was just not in the mood for vague answers at the moment, is all. Oriya looked at him in the eye for the first time and Hisoka saw- as well as felt- just how much all of that sorry mess was costing him. He gave the knot one last tug and took a deep breath.
"Even a mad man has his reasons; his place in the world," he said. "He's looking for his, but I've already found mine. There's nothing I can do to change it. For what it's worth," he paused, looking down, "I'm truly sorry you won't find your own because of this."
He didn't say anything else; he just got up, leaving Hisoka overwhelmed by the strong emotions his answer had caused in both of them. As Oriya moved away, he was able to see Muraki, who, after arranging the candles in a way very similar to what he'd done in the chapel, had apparently turned to observe the exchange with much interest.
At that moment, Hisoka couldn't really hate the white haired boy, or his best friend. What he hated was life, in a way, for letting good people loose their ways so much. If he had to be honest, he wasn't sure he would have coped with the amount of pain he'd felt in Muraki a lot better than he had.
But the white haired boy was fast to make him forget about his unadverted moment of compassion. He walked up to where he was, staring at the binds that were starting to cause him discomfort, with an entertained expression.
"My, my, Ori-chan; you've done a remarkable job with that rope!" he congratulated his friend in a mocking tone. "I didn't know you had it in you. We could use that talent of yours for our own... amusement?" he finished in a sulky voice, making Oriya look even more ashamed of himself. Muraki knelt down in front of Hisoka, eying him carefully. "Something's missing, though. What could that be? Ah! I know!" He smiled triumphantly and proceeded to open Hisoka's already unbuttoned shirt. Again, when he got to his belt, Muraki paused; but this time it wasn't doubt in his eyes; just mirth. "Maybe I shouldn't. We wouldn't want to make Ori-chan jealous, would we?" he said sarcastically. Muraki seemed to consider it for a moment. Oriya looked like he wanted to stop him but, just like Hisoka, he'd realized there was no use in trying to reason with him any longer. Muraki removed the belt and tossed it aside. Hisoka was grateful when he didn't go any further; he just leaned down to whisper in his ear, "I really don't like your questions," and he moved to light the candles.
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Aome stared at the thin glass recipient with mistrust. They had sent her for a glass of water to ease the girl's sore throat, but they were nowhere near a kitchen and she was sure that, if she took too long to return, she'd miss something important. So, when she'd found the laboratory, she hadn't hesitated. She'd washed the test tube at least ten times, though. It had looked new, but one could never know with those nasty chemicals. Aome sighed and shrugged, as she saw Hijiri and the others at a distance, a little chemical intoxication couldn't be much worse that what that girl had gone through already, right?
She speeded up her pace, always mindful not to spill any liquid. At least the girl was sitting now; that was good. And it seemed she'd finally let go of Tsuzuki's ankle. Aome was soon by their side and, though Hijiri did frown up at her when she gave him the 'glass' of water, he helped the girl to a few sips. As kindly and sweetly as Hijiri knew how- Aome suspected that Enma-Daioh had recruited him more for his delightful manners than his powers- he waited for the girl to take a deep breath before speaking.
"Is that better?" he cooed. The girl nodded."Good. Is it too soon to ask you what happened?"
"No." The girl's voice was raspy, but there was some colour returning to her cheeks. "That's OK. There's no much I can tell you, though. I don't know who he was; I mean, sure, I've seen him around the cafeteria. But there are like a thousand students in this school, and not everyone is as memorable as Tsuzuki-chan, here." She gave him a smile, which made Tsuzuki blush furiously.
Hijiri cleared his throat, announcing that he wasn't comfortable with what he was about to say.
"I know the person who attacked you, in a way. We're looking for him. But I find it puzzling that he'd attack you and... well... I mean, you're alive and..."
The girl nodded, wincing a little.
"He wasn't after me. You're the nurse, aren't you? Midori-san?" Hijiri nodded. "I was looking for you. Tatsumi-kun sent me to, because there is a boy who... hurt himself badly."
"Was it 'Soka-chan?!" Tsuzuki cried, distressed. The girl frowned.
"I don't remember his name, but I don't think that was it." Tsuzuki sighed in relief. "Anyway, this guy... He wanted to know where the boy that was hurt was. I didn't want to tell him... he seemed disturbed and..." She swallowed hard, her eyes reddening with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry. He said he'd kill my brother... I didn't mean..."
Hijiri patted her arm comfortingly.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. It wasn't your fault. But I need you to tell me where he went."
She sniffed.
"To the infirmary, of course. Tatsumi-kun and Watari-chan were there as well. They were OK, but I don't think they can fight this kid off by themselves. He was very strong! I really hope they're OK."
Tsuzuki frowned.
"So... 'Soka wasn't with them? At all?"
The girl shook her head no and he slumped his shoulders. Aome cleared her throat.
"Jii-san, we're not far from the infirmary, I think. We could go check on them, and drop her off on the way."
Hijiri nodded with a sigh. He stood up, picking the girl up with him. She didn't seem to like her plan, though; her eyes had widened considerably, obviously in terror.
"That... that..." she stammered. Her gaze was focused ahead, while the other three were looking at her, trying to understand the source of her sudden change.
"What? What is it?" Hijiri said kindly.
"That's him!!!" She screamed at the top of his lungs, pointing straight to the point of her focus.
Everyone jumped and turned to look. And, indeed, there were two boys standing at the end of the hall. Tsuzuki gasped loudly when he saw them. One was Kenji; his eyes looked glassier than ever and he was covered only by a blood stained bed sheet. The other, Aome did not know, but his bright red eyes said it all. They'd finally found their demon.
As fast as he'd scooped her up, Hijiri put the girl down while giving Aome a look that asked her to look after her. He turned to Tsuzuki.
"Can you stay with Aome?" he asked, though it sounded more like a command. Tsuzuki shook his head no.
"No way! I wanna do something! That's not only a demon; he's a bully!!"
Hijiri smiled fondly, taking an ofuda from his pocket.
"Just hold this. It'll keep the girls safe. It's very important you don't drop it, OK?"
Tsuzuki nodded reluctantly.
"OK. But If he hurts you, I'll kick his ass!!"
In spite of the brave words, Aome could tell Tsuzuki was scared as hell. especially when the demon/boy let out a red smoke that took the form of a horrid beast. The violet eyed boy eeped and clung to the ofuda for dear life. Aome watched, entranced, as Hijiri invoked his shikigami. In the two months they'd been partners, she'd never seen him work with his shiki, and she couldn't wait. The air around Hijiri turned green; a gust of wind swirled around him, turning into smoke too, only this was green, and it started taking the form of roots and branches. Hijiri finished screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Inari, come forward!!"
There was a bright, green burst of light and their eyes appeared a humanoid creature, also green, but almost translucent and very, very bright. His long hair reminded her of a weeping Willow, while the rest of him made her think of an experiment she'd done in school with chlorophyll and alcohol. His vegetarian looks aside, he was astoundingly beautiful. Aome watched, in a daze, as the fight began.
Tsuzuku
Hwoarang Girl: Wow, a new reader (or reviewer, I dunno .), and a pleased one at that! Do you really see the plot coming together? Man, is taking me a lot of work to make it all fit like I wanted it to fit. I'm glad you enjoyed the Muriya bit. I'm evil with the teasing, ne?
Nsib: You liking this? o-o Did you mean I was picking up the pace or I need to pick up the pace? Missing this story is all good, but beware you're going to miss it more when it's over. I don't want it to be over, waaaah!! T.T Hugs.
LYK: Teaser, that's what I am. I'll try to go a little further next time... maybe..but I don't think I'll ever manage to be descriptive. I'm a wuss. Wasn't the Tatari bit sweet? It had me awwing all the way I was writing it, lol - Hugs!
dodger-chan: More Tsuzuki, as requested -. I think I was neglecting the poor kid. I'm glad someone noticed the yellow squirrel!! I just though, what would Tatsumi never, ever buy? Of course, stuffed animal popped into my mind, but you have to admit, if he did buy one, he wouldn't buy a teddy. I thought a squirrel is an animal that saves food for the winter and stuff, but is still cute, like the boys he seems to like, so it would have caught his attention. And yellow because it is his fav colour, or maybe because of Watari, heh heh. Huggles.
xXLil Yu JahXx: Yes, lol, the bastard has a heart. You really don't like Muraki, eh? Never mind, there's plenty of other bishies to entertain you! - Hugs.
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Keruri: Yes, it was intentional. Even when I've stretched this as long as I have, I fear I'll rush the ending, so I'm watching it progress very carefully. If all goes well, there'll be just two more chapters- plus an epilogue. Things are coming to an end... fast. T.T I liked your interpretation of the Tsuzuki-Hisoka thing. It wasn't intentional, but lets pretend it was cuz it works marvelously. and welcome to the world of Tatariness! You won't regret it!!! Hugs.
craized artist: I'm sorry about the tease! I'm not very good at sex scenes, but that's not the reason they got interrupted. I'm sorry! Glad that line made you laugh. It was an accident, I meant no pun when I first wrote it and when I read it, I was rolling on the floor laughing too, so I kept it. Hugs to you too .
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A SMILE UPON MY FACE
"Can you hold his arms while I tie his feet to the bed?" Tatsumi's voice was shaking with nervousness. Now, that's something you just don't see everyday, but Watari could certainly understand. His own heart had gone all the way up to his throat. It wasn't just Kenji kicking and screaming like a mad man, not even the foreboding words that, in his delirium, left the boy's mouth. The air was turning heavy, thick with something he couldn't quite explain. All he knew for sure was that it was starting to smell like brimstone and, since he knew a thing or two about chemicals, even the most logical, skeptic of explanations for that odor would have scared the shit out of him. If you added the fact that the sky seemed about to fall over their heads and the lightening, that was falling progressively closer to them, had gone from regular lilac to bright fuchsia, you'd have one frightened blond as a result; and with much reason, too.
Ah, but that was not all. No, his world couldn't even be simple when he was about to wet his pants so scared he was. There always had to be something else. He couldn't even focus on what was happening around him- not completely- so absorbed he was by the memories of what had happened a moment before. Not that he was ready to really rationalize them; he just couldn't keep them in check. Mix it all up and, instead of being jumping up and down with joy- as he knew he should have been- he just had something else to fear; if only in an unconscious level. He was terrified that now that he had seemed to've got what- who- he'd always wanted, some external factor would come and sweep it all away.
Kenji was nowhere near calming down, and the both of them were finding it harder and harder just to keep the boy on the bed. If Watari had been a superstitious person, he would have sworn he was possessed, or something. Oh, who was he trying to kid?! He was superstitious! Whatever it was, though, it had Tatsumi struggling with all his might; and he was way much stronger than Watari. He couldn't even hold one arm still at a time!
In his hysteria, Kenji kicked Tatsumi right in the face, sending the blue eyed boy flying to the other side of the room. Startled, Watari also let go of him and watched, helplessly, as Tatsumi fell with a loud thud while Kenji crawled to the darkest and furthest corner of the room, mumbling nonsense. It took him a split second to decide which of the two he should tend to first. He rushed to Tatsumi's side. Luckily, the blue eyed boy was already sitting up on his own, even if he looked a little stunned.
"What the hell?!" Tatsumi grumbled muffledly, looking around for the causal of his second jaw injury in one day.
Watari smiled a little nervously.
"They have great tooth implants nowadays. No one will be able to tell the difference?" Even as the joke left his lips, his fingers tenderly caressed the sore spot on their own, shocking him with th realization that he could do that now.
Tatsumi caught his hand, rubbing his palm with his thumb and stared deeply into his eyes, making Watari feel he could drown in those blue orbs.
"You don't hate me." Tatsumi stated with a whisper.
Watari would have asked what had made him think he could ever hate him, but he already knew the answer. But as much as he wanted to have that conversation right then and there, they still had a lunatic to deal with.
"C'mon," he said, standing up and helping Tatsumi along with him. "Do you thing there's a strong, intravenous sedative we could use?"
Tatsumi smiled as much as he could. To their surprise, when they got to where Kenji was, the boy had grown eerily quiet and still. He just stared at the door; his eyes seemed not only empty, but glassy. Tatsumi frowned.
"He was like this when I found him. Do you think he's really imbalanced? He could be the killer, for all we know."
Watari shrugged.
"He's not killing either of us in that state. I say we let the real doctors figure it out when the time comes." He smiled then. "And let us be thankful for some peace and quiet."
Their eyes met once again, as they both realized the opportunity that 'calm' presented. Just as Tatsumi was leaning down to kiss him, though, the door opened to reveal an unexpected, and certainly unwelcome, visitor.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" the voice mocked. The 'voice', Watari recognized immediately, and it sent shivers down his spine. They both turn round abruptly to look at that dreadfully amused face. "Watari-chan, Tatsumi-kun, I think you have something that belongs to me," he finished, taking a step closer to them.
Tatsumi went from tender to dangerously enraged in a matter of seconds. He was fuming and Watari had to thank the heavens again for not being his enemy.
"What the fuck are you doing here, retard?! Shouldn't you be back home? Or should I call it rat nest?!"
Watari could see a fist fight coming a mile away; especially since it involved those two. What he didn't predict- couldn't really- was the way Hiyama-san grabbed Tatsumi by the neck in the blink of an eye and lifted him several inches from the ground, as if he weighed nothing.
"Did I ever tell you how much I detest you?" Hiyama smirked at Tatsumi's very surprised and increasingly red face. "Don't get in the way, fagot; I haven't got the time to kill you propperly... yet."
Again, Tatsumi was flying across the room. Again, Watari could only watch, in horror, as the blue eyed boy's head slammed against the wall after his fall. Frozen in both shock and sheer panic, he could only stand, shaking like a lief, as an inhuman looking Hiyama approached him with a vicious smile on his face. "Are you going to cry now, baby?" he mocked, eliciting a few tears to fall from Watari's eyes, as much as he hated himself for them. "You're a fine piece of work, you know that? I think... yes; we've started on the wrong foot, you and I." Hiyama lifted Watari's chin with one finger, studying him. "If I weren't so busy right now, I'd love to help you. What would you like? I could get you Tatsumi-kun's devotion for as long as you shall live. Of course, I can't promise you that it'll be a long time but, hey! You win some, loose some, right?" He laughed.
Watari opened his mouth to reply; what? He didn't know; but it felt like he should say something. All of his intelligence served him little to grasp what was going on around him. While he thought, Kinji got to his feet and walked up to them, like an automaton, for what Hiyama let go of him and took the boy's hand. Watari could only think of two things at that moment; one, that Kenji sure looked willing to go with Hiyama, even though Watari was certain it was him from whom he'd been asking for protection earlier. Two,... well, it's just he didn't remember Hiyama's eyes being quite that shade of red.
The bully-cum-freak of nature lead Kenji out. Watari had a half mind to stop him, but a moan from Tatsumi was enough to dissuade him of that course of action. Not that it would have taken much, though.
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"Just how big is this demon, exactly?" Tsuzuki asked with a shaky voice as Hijiri opened yet another door and came up empty handed.
The reason for his question was simple; though they still hadn't been able to pinpoint a source of power (i.e: The demon.), the demon's energy was pretty much palpable everywhere. Not that it was overwhelmingly strong; and it wasn't like Tsuzuki had so much experience in the field. It was just damn scary, is all. Aome was the one to reply, since Hijiri seemed too busy rubbing his temples in frustration.
"He can be very big, with wings and horns and all, and not have too much power; or he can be small like a little baby and scary as hell." She said lightly. Hijiri grunted- not too grouchily, though. Tsuzuki noted with mild amazement that the man looked cheery even when he was obviously pissed.
"You're forgetting the possibility of him being huge and powerful," the older man said tiredly. Tsuzuki let out a little squeak at this, and Hijiri smiled sheepishly. "I'm sorry, Tsuzuki. You really shouldn't worry about him. We'll roast him, no matter what."
The amethyst eyed boy nodded, unconvinced, as they moved to the next classroom. He still had a load of questions to make- relevant questions, at that- and probably not enough time to ask them. Hijiri was tired, and he wasn't about to bombard him with doubts, though. He'd have to wait and see for himself. But there was one thing that was bothering him the most, because he knew he couldn't answer it for himself and he wouldn't dare ask about it.
Just a moment before, Hijiri, a man he barely knew, had- again- addressed him with the familiarity of an old friend. Tsuzuki could tell it was instinctive, too; that the older man wasn't doing it to make him uncomfortable or to tease him, like Aome had a couple of times. Hijiri acted as if they had known each other forever. Maybe, Tsuzuki considered, it was a dead guy thing. Maybe in the land of the dead, or however it was called the place where they lived- using the term 'lived' loosely, of course- they didn't have the same social rules of etiquette. He'd heard people in the west treated each other like family all the time. Perhaps the dead folks were more cosmopolitan.
But if that had been the case, Tsuzuki figured, Hijiri would have called him Asato, instead of his family name without the suffix. Did he know how much he hated his given name? It couldn't have been mere chance.
All that would have been anecdotal, really, a curiosity, if Tsuzuki himself hadn't found Hijiri to be so unnervingly familiar. At times, Tsuzuki would think that familiarity was the kind you feel when you meet someone that looks a lot like another person you knew from before. And, indeed, Tsuzuki was sure that it was the case, especially when they guy took his glasses off. He definitively reminded him of someone; though his mind would simply not let him know who that someone was. But there was something else, something intrinsically Hijiri, that Tsuzuki 'knew' from somewhere. And it was making him loose his mind with the doubt.
Huffing, he kicked an invisible pebble. Where were the real pebbles when you needed one to kick? Honestly. One of the many, many creepy shadows lurking around them caught his attention, for no other reason than the fact that it looked like a kitten for a moment. But that detail brought on a memory, and that memory led him to put two and two together, to come to a very worrying four. He walked a little closer to Hijiri, touching his arm to catch his attention. Hopefully, he'd be able to tell him he was being paranoid. Suppressing a most curious and distressing impulse to call the man 'Hi-chan', Tsuzuki spoke.
"Hijiri-san, do you remember 'Soka... I mean, Kurosaki-kun?"
The older man smiled brightly.
"Sure I do! How could I forget?"
'How about because you only saw him once, and he was a little too unconscious to make that big an impression?' Tsuzuki thought, but only replied, "Remember when he got sick? I think it might have been the demon's fault!" He was unable to hide his concern. Hijiri frowned a little.
"And how would that be possible?" The man's tone wasn't really of doubt; it was more like he was testing Tsuzuki's knowledge.
"Well..." he hesitated, "I'm not sure I should tell you this... Maybe you won't believe me, but since you're dead and all..."
"He told you?" Hijiri interrupted, sounding truly surprised. And pleased, for some reason. Now it was Tsuzuki's turn to frown.
"Uhm... I don't know if you're talking about the same thing he told me about, but he's an... emporium? Empiric?"
Hijiri burst out laughing.
"Empath," he finished between chuckles. "I can't believe he told you already! That means he trusts you! Well done!" The man patted his back in congratulation.
His reaction had been way too excited for a stranger; never mind there was no chance of Hisoka ever telling a nurse about his secret. But it was the way Aome nudged her partner and cleared her throat nervously, plus the way Hijiri obviously realized he'd said more than he should have, that convinced Tsuzuki something fishy was going on.
He wouldn't have hesitated to ask about it anymore- not after such an incriminating behaviour- but at that moment, something happened that took his mind of the matter completely. Hijiri and Aome must have seen his horrified expression and misinterpreted it, because they exchanged a worried glance and Aome moved forward.
"We have all of your files back in Meifuu," she said, avoiding his eyes. "That's how we knew he was an empath." She laughed nervously, so did Hijiri. Tsuzuki just swallowed hard and pointed down.
"Some... something..." He couldn't seem to find his voice. "There's something grabbing my ankle."
Both shinigami blinked and followed Tsuzuki's finger. Soon, their faces were also horror stricken.
"Oh, dear God." Hijiri breathed, kneeling beside him.
Tsuzuki was afraid to look- his foot was at stake, after all- but neither Hijiri nor Aome were running for their lives. That ruled out the possibility of a nasty, man eating reptile demon, or something. A little whimper from below finally decided him to look and, instead of a gruesome creature, he found a young woman, on the verge of passing out.
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While he felt something akin to safety when Oriya was around, Hisoka hadn't counted with the possibility of him leaving, or just how helpless he would feel once he was left alone with Muraki. But it had happened. After finding the auditorium- Muraki had said he intended to put on a show, after all- the white haired boy had sent Oriya to look for some candles and rope. In the meantime, he was sitting at the edge of the stage, with Muraki hovering in front of him and playing with that stupid sword of his.
'If I could just...' He stopped his thoughts before they could take coherent form. He wasn't there because he couldn't leave. Now that he felt a little better, and with his hands free, he could have easily escaped. One kick here, one punch there and Hisoka would have been miles away before Muraki even knew what had hit him. But he wouldn't. The only way of getting away and keeping Tsuzuki out of harm's way, would have been to kill Muraki. Though, technically, he could have done it without a problem; and though, maybe, it was what he deserved, Hisoka couldn't dispose of someone's life without thinking it thoroughly.
But he did considered it. Once he was dead, Muraki would probably go on killing other people. That was what he was, wasn't he? A killer. It would have been for the greater good if he snatched that blade from his insidious hands and ended his pathetic existence. Why didn't he? Simple; there was something in Muraki that baffled him. That good he'd sensed in him; his love for Oriya. He couldn't judge him if he couldn't understand him, less alone be his executioner. As long as there was doubt, he'd have to give the boy a chance. But he wasn't about to wait and see, he decided. Hisoka cleared his throat.
"What is it, then?" he snarled.Muraki raised an eyebrow, the sword hanging in mid-air.
"What's what?" he asked curiously.
"That thing you want so much you have to kill me to get. You don't have to tell me the how, but I'd like to know the why. I mean, it's my life's worth, isn't it?"
"I don't like your questions." Muraki smiled. Hisoka was about to say something- something not very polite- but the older boy went on. "I do think it's a fair question, though. But I'm afraid the answer I can give you won't satisfy you." This was the Muraki he'd wanted to give a chance to talking. He wasn't mocking, he wasn't cocky; he was honest.
"Try me," Hisoka answered not too kindly, but way too kindly given the circumstances. Muraki lifted his eyes sky wards and sighed, resting the tip of the sword on the floor next to his feet.
"I want to know more about destiny," was all he said.
So, Muraki hadn't lied; that reply was as vague as it was unsatisfying. He hesitated to ask more, fearing to piss the boy off again. Luckily- or not- Oriya came back at that very moment, carrying what he'd been sent off to bring, as well as the weight of the world on his shoulders, or so it seemed.
Oriya was a whole other puzzle to solve. He didn't have much time to ponder on it, though. Muraki grabbed him by the wrist as soon as he saw his friend entering, and dragged him to the podium. The white haired boy was back to the 'I'm-a-cold-hearted-bitch' mode.
"Tie him up, Ori-chan, while I set the candles the right way. And tie his hands above his head. Everything has to be perfect."
Oriya nodded and came closer to him, but never laid eyes on him. He looked crushed, on the verge of crying. Hisoka, for the life of him, couldn't understand why Oriya was doing everything his friend asked of him, when it hurt him so much. Maybe love was blind, but this was ridiculous! It couldn't be just love.
"Can you... please?" Oriya motioned to his hands. Hisoka rolled his eyes and rose his arms. "Thank you," the boy whispered, as he begun tying him.
"Why don't you tell him to fuck off?" he asked him in a low voice. Of Oriya, he wasn't afraid; he could ask as much as he wanted; and honestly, he was dead curious. "He won't kill you if you just leave. Why are you helping him?"
Hisoka felt the guilt in the dark haired boy worsening. Oriya took his time to answer; so much, Hisoka had convinced himself he wouldn't when he whispered.
"One has to know how to pick one's battles."
"What's that supposed to mean?!" he said, a little too loudly, since he saw Muraki turning to look at them from the corner of his eye. Well, he was just not in the mood for vague answers at the moment, is all. Oriya looked at him in the eye for the first time and Hisoka saw- as well as felt- just how much all of that sorry mess was costing him. He gave the knot one last tug and took a deep breath.
"Even a mad man has his reasons; his place in the world," he said. "He's looking for his, but I've already found mine. There's nothing I can do to change it. For what it's worth," he paused, looking down, "I'm truly sorry you won't find your own because of this."
He didn't say anything else; he just got up, leaving Hisoka overwhelmed by the strong emotions his answer had caused in both of them. As Oriya moved away, he was able to see Muraki, who, after arranging the candles in a way very similar to what he'd done in the chapel, had apparently turned to observe the exchange with much interest.
At that moment, Hisoka couldn't really hate the white haired boy, or his best friend. What he hated was life, in a way, for letting good people loose their ways so much. If he had to be honest, he wasn't sure he would have coped with the amount of pain he'd felt in Muraki a lot better than he had.
But the white haired boy was fast to make him forget about his unadverted moment of compassion. He walked up to where he was, staring at the binds that were starting to cause him discomfort, with an entertained expression.
"My, my, Ori-chan; you've done a remarkable job with that rope!" he congratulated his friend in a mocking tone. "I didn't know you had it in you. We could use that talent of yours for our own... amusement?" he finished in a sulky voice, making Oriya look even more ashamed of himself. Muraki knelt down in front of Hisoka, eying him carefully. "Something's missing, though. What could that be? Ah! I know!" He smiled triumphantly and proceeded to open Hisoka's already unbuttoned shirt. Again, when he got to his belt, Muraki paused; but this time it wasn't doubt in his eyes; just mirth. "Maybe I shouldn't. We wouldn't want to make Ori-chan jealous, would we?" he said sarcastically. Muraki seemed to consider it for a moment. Oriya looked like he wanted to stop him but, just like Hisoka, he'd realized there was no use in trying to reason with him any longer. Muraki removed the belt and tossed it aside. Hisoka was grateful when he didn't go any further; he just leaned down to whisper in his ear, "I really don't like your questions," and he moved to light the candles.
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Aome stared at the thin glass recipient with mistrust. They had sent her for a glass of water to ease the girl's sore throat, but they were nowhere near a kitchen and she was sure that, if she took too long to return, she'd miss something important. So, when she'd found the laboratory, she hadn't hesitated. She'd washed the test tube at least ten times, though. It had looked new, but one could never know with those nasty chemicals. Aome sighed and shrugged, as she saw Hijiri and the others at a distance, a little chemical intoxication couldn't be much worse that what that girl had gone through already, right?
She speeded up her pace, always mindful not to spill any liquid. At least the girl was sitting now; that was good. And it seemed she'd finally let go of Tsuzuki's ankle. Aome was soon by their side and, though Hijiri did frown up at her when she gave him the 'glass' of water, he helped the girl to a few sips. As kindly and sweetly as Hijiri knew how- Aome suspected that Enma-Daioh had recruited him more for his delightful manners than his powers- he waited for the girl to take a deep breath before speaking.
"Is that better?" he cooed. The girl nodded."Good. Is it too soon to ask you what happened?"
"No." The girl's voice was raspy, but there was some colour returning to her cheeks. "That's OK. There's no much I can tell you, though. I don't know who he was; I mean, sure, I've seen him around the cafeteria. But there are like a thousand students in this school, and not everyone is as memorable as Tsuzuki-chan, here." She gave him a smile, which made Tsuzuki blush furiously.
Hijiri cleared his throat, announcing that he wasn't comfortable with what he was about to say.
"I know the person who attacked you, in a way. We're looking for him. But I find it puzzling that he'd attack you and... well... I mean, you're alive and..."
The girl nodded, wincing a little.
"He wasn't after me. You're the nurse, aren't you? Midori-san?" Hijiri nodded. "I was looking for you. Tatsumi-kun sent me to, because there is a boy who... hurt himself badly."
"Was it 'Soka-chan?!" Tsuzuki cried, distressed. The girl frowned.
"I don't remember his name, but I don't think that was it." Tsuzuki sighed in relief. "Anyway, this guy... He wanted to know where the boy that was hurt was. I didn't want to tell him... he seemed disturbed and..." She swallowed hard, her eyes reddening with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry. He said he'd kill my brother... I didn't mean..."
Hijiri patted her arm comfortingly.
"Don't worry, sweetheart. It wasn't your fault. But I need you to tell me where he went."
She sniffed.
"To the infirmary, of course. Tatsumi-kun and Watari-chan were there as well. They were OK, but I don't think they can fight this kid off by themselves. He was very strong! I really hope they're OK."
Tsuzuki frowned.
"So... 'Soka wasn't with them? At all?"
The girl shook her head no and he slumped his shoulders. Aome cleared her throat.
"Jii-san, we're not far from the infirmary, I think. We could go check on them, and drop her off on the way."
Hijiri nodded with a sigh. He stood up, picking the girl up with him. She didn't seem to like her plan, though; her eyes had widened considerably, obviously in terror.
"That... that..." she stammered. Her gaze was focused ahead, while the other three were looking at her, trying to understand the source of her sudden change.
"What? What is it?" Hijiri said kindly.
"That's him!!!" She screamed at the top of his lungs, pointing straight to the point of her focus.
Everyone jumped and turned to look. And, indeed, there were two boys standing at the end of the hall. Tsuzuki gasped loudly when he saw them. One was Kenji; his eyes looked glassier than ever and he was covered only by a blood stained bed sheet. The other, Aome did not know, but his bright red eyes said it all. They'd finally found their demon.
As fast as he'd scooped her up, Hijiri put the girl down while giving Aome a look that asked her to look after her. He turned to Tsuzuki.
"Can you stay with Aome?" he asked, though it sounded more like a command. Tsuzuki shook his head no.
"No way! I wanna do something! That's not only a demon; he's a bully!!"
Hijiri smiled fondly, taking an ofuda from his pocket.
"Just hold this. It'll keep the girls safe. It's very important you don't drop it, OK?"
Tsuzuki nodded reluctantly.
"OK. But If he hurts you, I'll kick his ass!!"
In spite of the brave words, Aome could tell Tsuzuki was scared as hell. especially when the demon/boy let out a red smoke that took the form of a horrid beast. The violet eyed boy eeped and clung to the ofuda for dear life. Aome watched, entranced, as Hijiri invoked his shikigami. In the two months they'd been partners, she'd never seen him work with his shiki, and she couldn't wait. The air around Hijiri turned green; a gust of wind swirled around him, turning into smoke too, only this was green, and it started taking the form of roots and branches. Hijiri finished screaming at the top of his lungs.
"Inari, come forward!!"
There was a bright, green burst of light and their eyes appeared a humanoid creature, also green, but almost translucent and very, very bright. His long hair reminded her of a weeping Willow, while the rest of him made her think of an experiment she'd done in school with chlorophyll and alcohol. His vegetarian looks aside, he was astoundingly beautiful. Aome watched, in a daze, as the fight began.
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Hwoarang Girl: Wow, a new reader (or reviewer, I dunno .), and a pleased one at that! Do you really see the plot coming together? Man, is taking me a lot of work to make it all fit like I wanted it to fit. I'm glad you enjoyed the Muriya bit. I'm evil with the teasing, ne?
Nsib: You liking this? o-o Did you mean I was picking up the pace or I need to pick up the pace? Missing this story is all good, but beware you're going to miss it more when it's over. I don't want it to be over, waaaah!! T.T Hugs.
LYK: Teaser, that's what I am. I'll try to go a little further next time... maybe..but I don't think I'll ever manage to be descriptive. I'm a wuss. Wasn't the Tatari bit sweet? It had me awwing all the way I was writing it, lol - Hugs!
dodger-chan: More Tsuzuki, as requested -. I think I was neglecting the poor kid. I'm glad someone noticed the yellow squirrel!! I just though, what would Tatsumi never, ever buy? Of course, stuffed animal popped into my mind, but you have to admit, if he did buy one, he wouldn't buy a teddy. I thought a squirrel is an animal that saves food for the winter and stuff, but is still cute, like the boys he seems to like, so it would have caught his attention. And yellow because it is his fav colour, or maybe because of Watari, heh heh. Huggles.
xXLil Yu JahXx: Yes, lol, the bastard has a heart. You really don't like Muraki, eh? Never mind, there's plenty of other bishies to entertain you! - Hugs.
Ardwynna Morrigu: I have to tell you, no idea what it means, but your name rocks. And you're a new reader? That's so awesome! I'm still blushing from all the nice things you said. I'm very glad you liked CLOCKS and like this story as well. Do you really think my updating rate is ok? I fear I neglect you guys terribly! And don't worry, I have a life as busy as anyone else's, not more, I'm just horribly neurotic about it - Hugs!!
Keruri: Yes, it was intentional. Even when I've stretched this as long as I have, I fear I'll rush the ending, so I'm watching it progress very carefully. If all goes well, there'll be just two more chapters- plus an epilogue. Things are coming to an end... fast. T.T I liked your interpretation of the Tsuzuki-Hisoka thing. It wasn't intentional, but lets pretend it was cuz it works marvelously. and welcome to the world of Tatariness! You won't regret it!!! Hugs.
craized artist: I'm sorry about the tease! I'm not very good at sex scenes, but that's not the reason they got interrupted. I'm sorry! Glad that line made you laugh. It was an accident, I meant no pun when I first wrote it and when I read it, I was rolling on the floor laughing too, so I kept it. Hugs to you too .
Schatten Wolfendorf: Hola! Te querìa decir lo ùtil que me fueron esas lineas que me corregiste. Por mas spell check que uno tenga, si tipeas tan rapido como tengo que tipear yo, es imposible no cometer errores! Pero los corregì todos, gracias!!! 300 reviews? No creo, lol; me darìa un infarto o algo! Es increible lo fieles que son ustedes para leer esto, que tantos obstaculos tuvo en el camino, que me pase semanas sin actualizar, y que es m'as largo que el Nilo!! Pero igual no quiero que se termine!!! T.T, y solo le quedan dos capitulos! Creo. Va a ser muy triste terminarlo. Besos!!
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