Lost and Forgotten
AN:In this chapter I had to do a bit of "name research", I'll tell you at the end of this chapter, but it is important, so don't just skip over it.
Chapter 4
Japanese Twins
"I'm Ousho. And I thought you were my sister Myou...I lost her we ran away from the train." When he stepped out of the bush, I could tell he was a cute Japanese guy about my age, or older.
"Oh, I came on the train alone...I'm Lola." I held out a shaky hand, relieved that I had found someone that wasn't the living dead.
"Lola, I know we just met and all, but can I stick wit'chu?" he didn't sound Japanese, and he spoke with a more "ghetto" accent (or whatever you want to call it).
"Uh, I was gunna ask you that." We both almost laughed, but the fact of where we were, and the fact neither one of us were the type to laugh... we really only gave slight smiles.
Sometime had past, since I met Ousho Kuro, and his little twin sister Myou Kuro.
"Myou and I were split up a while ago, she was running a little ahead of me. I was attacked, she looked back in fright, but turned quickly without trying to help me...." He stared at the muddy ground from the tree branch we were sitting on.
"Wow, I came here alone. I was supposed to be going to my Father's house."
"We came with our mother...." He paused. "But, she was in the dining cart. She was trying to get dinner to go to our room because my older brother was sick, and needed his strength. My sister and I had gone to get Mother, and were in one of the Hallways, when it happened."
"I had gone to the bathroom and was just returning to the dining car, I escaped by jumping out an already broken window."
There was a long pause, neither one of us talked. It was as if we were both remembering all that had happened in the past few hours....Trying to take it all in that this actually happened, wishing we could wake up to the sounds of birds singing or to the smell of pancakes....
"Lola?" My eyes snapped open to Ousho hovering over me. "Are you ok? Say something!"
Everything was tinted red, my head felt heavy and my left shoulder burned. Behind me I could see the blurry image of a kerosene lap above me. "Where am I?"
He gave a sigh of relief and said, "You're safe. Do you think you can sit up?"
"Uh huh." Wincing in pain and with Ousho's help I was able to sit up. "Where are we?"
"Well, we're...umm...here? I dun 'no."
"Ah."
"We were attacked, well you were attacked. You were in and out of consciousness the entire way here, I had to carry you."
"Oh..." My right hand lifted to my shoulder and gingerly touched it. "Sss." I made a hissing sound from pain and looked at my fingers.
"Yah, that looks like it hurts a lot." He looked at a girl, a little shorter then him, that was sitting on the floor in a corner. "That's Myou. My sister. I found her sometime after the attack."
"Oh, hi."
She lifted her head, her hair moving from in front of her head to the sides of her once beautiful and now muddy and grimy face. Her mouth formed a fake, optimistic smile. "I'm so glad you're awake." From my view it looked like she had been staring at a gun Ousho had probably placed in her lap.
I rested my head against the hard wall, and let my eyes slowly close.
"Are you cold over there by yourself, Myou?" I heard him say.
"Oh, um..."
"Here." I heard him walk across the marble floor, and what I assumed him helping her up. After a few more shuffles I felt her wet, warm body drop next to me.
(A few hours later)
(Mansion)
(Entrance Hall)
Slowly opening my eyes, Ousho was in the corner next to me and Myou was asleep, her head resting on my (right) shoulder. I couldn't see if Ousho was asleep, in fact I don't fully understand how I was able to fall asleep, I guess I was so tiered I didn't just drift, but I actually fell asleep.
"Lola?" Myou lifted her head and looked me in the eye with hers
"Yah?" I looked back at her.
"My brother told me you're the only person that's gotten to know him, besides me. Is that true?"
"I-I guess... You're the only friends I've ever had, that haven't ever judged me or hate me before getting to know me. So, yah, sure."
She looked back down at her gun, "Yah, Ousho's never had any friends either, except for me. Even Kubo never really talked to him ever. And our Mother was always to busy with other things."
"What about your father?" And by the look in her eyes, I knew I said something wrong. "Oh! I'm sorry! I
did- "
"No, it's ok. Our father died along time ago."
"Oh."
"Ousho and Father were very close, they did everything together. And one day they were coming home from a 'father son outing'. It was raining real hard that night, there was an accident, Ousho was tossed out of the car, Father was stuck in and the car crashed. Father died on impact, and Ousho was in a coma for 34 ½ hours, and bed ridden for 3 ½ weeks after. When he came back to school, he had lost all his friends, and was never able to get them back."
"How old were you?"
"We were in kinder garden."
"Wow, I have a similar story from kinder garden..." I remembered.
She looked interested.
"Well, I had this doll named Sally May...." I told her the whole story of what happened to me when I was five.
"Wow...how ironic." She looked past me, at her brother, who was sleeping soundly, and gently snoring. His head bopping up and down, as if he was trying to keep himself awake. "He said he really likes you." She said almost out of the blue, as I stared at him.
I turned to her. "Really?"
"Hai."
I looked back at him.
Myou had fallen back asleep, leaning on a chair across the room.
I looked back at Ousho, his eyes fluttered and opened. He lifted his head up and looked around. His eyes stopped on me. "Where's Myou? Oh. Never mind" He noticed her across the room. "Why did she go back over there?"
"She said she wanted something soft to rest her head on."
"Oh. How's your shoulder?"
"It doesn't hurt to bad. Does it look bad?"
He shuffled over and looked at it closely. "Hmm...we need to clean it. Otherwise it will get infected."
"With what?"
"That's a good question."
"I know."
"With this." He pulled out a green plant.
"You sure it's safe?"
"Yep. Myou used it on her wounds."
"Ok..." I was still a little nervous when he tore open the thick leaves, that dripped with a clear liquid.
"This will burn though."
"That's fine."
After hearing my reply, he tenderly squeezed some on my shoulder. And he was right, it stung, not like salt on a cut but more like rubbing alcohol. "That better?"
"Yah. Thanks."
He set the stuff down. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yah, under the circumstances anyway. Did you?"
"No. Not really, I" He yawned. "I need something soft to put my head on."
I could feel my face get hotter, and even it looked like he was blushing.
"You're blushing!" I said in a teasing voice.
"So are you!" We both laughed. Then turned away from each other, both of our faces getting redder.
"Aww. How cute!" It was Myou. "You guys should kiss already!" She stood above us.
"Myou!" He looked at her with eyes that said, either, 'You told her didn't you!?!', or, "Shut up!!'. I wasn't sure which.
AN:Yah, I wanted to make my story horror/angst/romance.....anyway, the "name research" I did was to figure out the names and their meanings...
Lola, means 'despair'
Ousho Kuro means 'Dark/black Hollow'
Myou Kuro means 'Dark/black destiny'
Kubo Kuro means 'Dark/black death'
So, yah I figured the names suited the characters, as well as the story.