Shattered Reality Part 10
Broken Melody
by
Sailor Janus
Due to the fact that Hotaru's deadly virus was highly contagious plus Duo's graphic detail of what he witnessed Hotaru suffer through, the other ex-pilots were more than eager to meet their destiny with the needle. Once that task was out of the way, the cobalt blue-eyed teen now had a very important question.
"So now that we have Hotaru back, now what? I mean there is no place safe we can actually go, not to mention we still have a very nice 'framed for murder' over our heads," Duo asked as he looked at each of his friends.
Quatre let out a small smile. "We already have that figured out. I was fortunate enough to contact Lady Une and she can provide us with a place to reside in."
"You mean Lady Une did not die in the explosion?" Heero inquired as he glanced up at the blonde who shook his head.
"Remarkably, neither Sally Po nor Lady Une was in the building. They actually arrived a few minutes after we had left," Trowa quietly said as he started the van.
Duo thought for a moment. "Think she can explain to everyone that we are innocent?" he asked with a small amount of hope in his voice.
"No. In fact, no one can know that she is helping us, or Lady Une and Sally may be accused of being a part of our so-called conspiracy as well," Wufei sternly said leaning against the window behind the driver's seat.
The ex-gundam pilots drove in silence the rest of the way. It was extremely late out or early depending on how you looked at it. In fact sunrise was due in another hour.
Quatre, Duo, and Wufei were each curled up in their respective seats, quietly sleeping even when Trowa had to stop for a cup coffee and gas.
Heero was sitting in the back next to the cobalt blue-eyed ex-pilot who was leaned up against the window peacefully resting.
Something was bothering the Perfect Soldier gravely but he could not decide what. Perhaps it was a mix of things. The fact that Iron Fist wants to eradicate them when the ex-pilots had not fought in a war in over two years not to mention, what kind of threat could they really be? The gundams had been detonated along with the other mobile suits. The other question is why Hotaru was also wanted dead? All they really needed to do is make another programming disk and then she'd once again be under their control. The last concern which was puzzling him greatly was how did that scientist know who he was and why the eagerness to help him? It seemed right away the man recognized Heero. Perhaps it was because his face was plastered on the news every five seconds but the thought continued nagging him.
Heero glanced back down to the girl lying near his feet. Since it was still very dark out, he could not tell if she had awakened yet or not. It was really disturbing how much Hotaru appeared as if she were dead. He did have to agree with the scientist though, it was really sick that her own father tried to kill her. 'I wonder if she knows that it was her father who attempted to execute her? No wait, the scientist said that Firefly does not remember because of the training and programming she went through,' the Prussian blue-eyed teen thought as he gazed out the window.
*~*~*~*
As it turned out, Lady Une was housesitting at a rather enormous mansion. There were at least twelve if not more bedrooms. It was three stories with six rooms on each of the top two floors, a large ballroom, library, kitchen, dining room, and common area on the ground floor. Each room was elaborately decorated in rich wine colors.
"Wow," Duo exclaimed as he glanced around the room struggling with both his and Heero's bags since the stoic ex-pilot was once again carrying Hotaru.
Quatre smiled, greeting Lady Une as she held the door open. "We are eternally grateful to you for helping us Miss Une."
The woman nodded as the teens slowly filed in. Each appeared to be rather exhausted and would probably sleep the day away knowing that they were safe, at least for now.
Next was Wufei who appeared too tired to argue about being forced to bring one of Hotaru's bags. He just mumbled a small "Thanks," dragging his feet into the decorative home.
Last was Heero with the still unconscious Hotaru in his arms and Trowa who had to lock up the van, toting his own bags and one of Hotaru's into the mansion from behind the Perfect Soldier with a very fragile looking girl lying limp in his arms.
The woman's jaw dropped as her eyes grew wide at the girl's raw appearance. Whatever those heartless people did to Hotaru, they wanted to make a point. It was not the cuts or dried blood that shocked Lady Une, but the girl's deathly pale appearance. She hated to say it but Hotaru's appearance was that of a corpse.
The boy holding the girl took one glance at Lady Une before he entered the mansion.
The green-eyed teen nodded his thanks as he followed, leaving the brunette woman to close the door behind them.
"You may all stay on the second floor and you can each have your own room. Please try to be as neat as possible," she announced understand that the only thing on the boys' minds right now was sleep.
With nods and mumbled 'Thank you's," all five of them climbed the stairs, Heero behind all of them, because he wanted to take the steps as slow as possible since he still had the dark-haired girl in his arms. Tripping over his feet as spent as he felt, would not do either of them any good.
"Heero, let me give you hand," Lady Une said to wary teen who stiffly nodded as the woman followed him up the stairs, carrying the girl's belongings and the medical bag to one of the vacant rooms.
Quickly, the brown-haired woman put the three bags down and grabbed a blanket, placing it on the bed since Hotaru was still rather filthy from her fight. From there Heero landed her down carefully then stared at the girl as if almost in disbelief.
Lady Une tapped him on the shoulder, snapping him out of his stupor. "Why don't you get cleaned up and then try to get some sleep. We'll discuss the whole situation in the morning."
Silently the Perfect Soldier nodded as he took out a syringe from the medical bag. "The deadly virus they afflicted her with is contagious. You might want to inject yourself with the antidote."
Taking the syringe, the woman nodded as the boy slowly left the room.
*~*~*~*
It wasn't until long after noon that the ex-pilots finally woke up, now feeling a little more refreshed than they were previously. Each teen decided that it would be best to take shifts in watching Hotaru incase she woke up or there were any bad reactions due to the virus. Surprisingly, Heero volunteered first.
The teen looked up from his magazine and studied the girl's face. It appeared her color was slowly returning which was a very good sign. Maybe he wasn't too late after. With a small nod, Heero continued the article he was reading.
*~*~*~*
The rest of the group was downstairs having a conversation with Lady Une over tea and sandwiches in the large dining room.
"We still do not understand how you could have avoided the explosion. You usually are so punctual," Quatre said before taking a sip of his tea.
Lady Une nodded listening carefully to the blonde's words. "Sally and I would have been in there if we hadn't received an urgent email followed by orders to make these," she explained, pulling out six fake IDs.
The four boys stared curiously at them. "But who could have known?" Duo asked as he raised an eyebrow. 'Creepy.'
"Hotaru," Trowa simply said. "She must have realized since Relena was murdered and we were framed with a death sentence over our heads, that the Preventer's Headquarters would be the next to fall."
The Arabian frowned at his teacup. "But why didn't she tell us?"
The Chinese ex-pilot shrugged. "She probably thought we'd blame her again. Hotaru seems to feel guilty enough for allowing Relena to be murdered."
"Tell me again how Hotaru came to join you five?" the brunette-haired woman inquired as the four teens began to describe the events, which occurred during the last few days.
*~*~*~*
Hotaru found herself walking down a long white hallway, which seemed to smell like fresh paint. Oddly she was also a child, no older than six.
Wildly the tiny dark-haired girl looked around the corridor in awe. She had never been in this part of the building but for some reason, just for today they couldn't enter through their normal wing.
Suddenly out of the corner of her eye, Hotaru caught a glimpse of a small boy around her age, maybe older, being escorted into one of the various rooms.
"Daddy? Who's that?" the small violet-eyed girl asked the tall man whose hand she was clutching.
The friendly white-haired man turned to his daughter and smiled. "Oh, that's no one, Firefly. Come on, or we'll be late."
Curiously, the little girl continued glancing over her shoulder until they too, disappeared around the corner.
*~*~*~*
Hotaru's entire body ached as she awoke. Her bones felt as if they were dunked in ice water and then slammed against a hard surface, wanting to shatter, but resisted.
Groaning softly, she opened her eyes, squinting from the bright sunshine beaming through the window next to the bed. 'Too bright,' the girl thought as she closed her eyes briefly before opening them again at the sound of someone's voice.
"You're awake," Heero spoke quietly as Hotaru's eyes darted around the room. Suddenly she sat up, clutching the blankets on her lap with a profound look to her pale face.
The boy stayed seated in the chair across from the bed. "You are safe and will probably live as well."
Blinking, the dark-haired girl stared intensely into Heero's dark blue eyes as if trying to read a hidden message but did not say a word. The ex-pilot couldn't decide whether she was going to escape the room or start screaming as her eyes began inspecting the room again.
'What is she thinking?' the Perfect Soldier thought as he watched the girl who began trembling as if she were drenched wet, walking into an air conditioned room.
At this time Lady Une along with the other four ex-pilots approached the room to check on the girl and her monitor.
The long haired woman smiled at the teenaged girl sitting up in the huge bed. "You must be Hotaru Tomoe. I am Lady Une. It's nice to see you are finally awake," she greeted the girl who replied only with a slight nod of her head.
Nervously, Hotaru glanced around the room, appearing panicked. This action, the boys found rather odd considering how calm and nonchalant the girl commonly is.
The woman walked further into the room and picked up a large sweatshirt draped along the desk chair. Peculiarly, the violet-eyed girl jerked away from Lady Une who only came to give her a sweatshirt. In fact Hotaru slid to the opposite end of the bed, her eyes huge as she stared at the brunette.
"What is wrong with her?" Duo asked as he looked quizzically at his friends who shrugged in response.
"Good question. She seems really paranoid. I haven't heard Firefly say a word since she woke up," Heero nodded his head watching Lady Une place the shirt on the bed as she backed away.
"Don't worry. No one else knows you're here. You are safe," the tall woman softly said hoping that Hotaru might calm down.
"Did she lose the ability to talk?" Wufei suggested as Heero shook his head.
Scratching his head the braided-haired American said, "We heard her speak before she passed out during our rescue attempt. Other than the fact she was struggling to talk before retching on the floor, her voice was fine."
"Give her time. She is already showing symptoms of the antidote battling the virus. Dilated pupils, chills, next will be irritability and abdominal cramps. It'll take a few days for the virus to completely clear out," the Prussian blue-eyed ex-pilot explained as they quietly left the room.
However, no one knew that the antidote was actually as quick acting as the virus itself, even the scientist who presented it to Heero.
*~*~*~*
Trowa absentmindedly found himself looking at the side of Quatre's head as he sat opposite the blonde in the living room. Something did not look right.
The Arabian, of course took notice to this as he turned to his friend. "What?"
"Quatre....it's you're head."
The boy's blue-green eyes grew huge as he began to look frantic. "What?! Did the cut get worse?!"
'That was it.' the green-eyed ex-pilot thought as he shook his head. "No, it's completely gone. You can't even tell it was gashed. There is not even a faint scar."
The other three teens turned to the boy in question and glanced at his head. Sure enough, no scar.
"How did that happen?!" Duo exclaimed as he dropped his eyes to his own cut hand. 'Wait, where is my cut?'
"Hn. Perhaps, the antidote heals damage done internally and externally," Heero brought up as his friends nodded in agreement.
"Makes sense. Especially considering how much damage was done to Hotaru by the virus. That antidote would have to repair her body or else it would be useless," Wufei speculated as he brought his hand to his chin in thought.
The Perfect Soldier suddenly stood up and began heading up the stairs as his friends stared in surprise.
"Hey Heero! Where are you going?!" Duo called out to the departing teen.
"To check on Firefly. Something seems off," he replied as the other ex-pilots exchanged glances.
"Heero! Don't interrogate her anymore! She's been through enough as it is!" Quatre yelled to the boy who walked back down the stairs.
With a quiet tone to his voice Heero nodded as he said, "I wasn't planning to interrogate Hotaru. She's innocent but shouldn't be reacting the way she is. Something else is wrong."
"He's right. Hotaru is not the type to become that hysterical. Something must have happened, because she's not acting normal," Trowa quietly spoke as the other ex-pilots thought of each of the boys' words.
"You don't think they..." Duo began but couldn't bear to finish the rest of the sentence. It was even too horrible to say let alone think.
"Possibly," the Prussian blue-eyed teen muttered through gritted teeth. No one deserved to be treated like that. He was ready to kill those bastards with or without his gun.
The Arabian frowned as he gazed at the wooden floor. "Were they trying to completely destroy her? Isn't a deadly virus enough torture?"
Wufei was equally disgusted. "It's completely sick. They desecrated her mind, body, and soul now."
Heero clinched his fist as he retreated back up stairs.
*~*~*~*
Hotaru was trembling immensely under the blanks thrown over her. Every bone her body ached but not nearly the same amount of pain she previously felt. The girl still found it difficult to focus long on anything not to mention her patience was wearing much thinner than usual. "Why couldn't they have just shot me in the head and finished it?" Hotaru muttered to herself. Just then, she discovered, she was no longer alone in the beautifully decorated room.
"What do you want?" the violet-eyed girl asked coolly glaring at her visitor.
Heero was a little thrown back by the girl's tone. Hotaru could be cold but that one simple question had enough venom in it to tranquilize a full-grown elephant. "To see if you were okay. Nice to see you can talk again."
"Sorry I didn't have anything interesting to say. It's not everyday I am afflicted with a virus which slowly tears apart my body from the inside out," she spat back throwing a dirty look at the dark blue-eyed boy.
At that moment, the other ex-pilots' curiosity had gotten the best of them as they too came upstairs to visit the healing girl. Unsurprising to Heero, she acted very callous to them as well.
"Great, the rest of Calvary is here. Now we can have a whole damn pity party for the sick little girl who would have been better off dead. Thank you for bringing me back to hell also known as life. I really appreciate it," Hotaru sneered to the four teens that appeared really uncomfortable.
Frowning, the Prussian blue-eyed teen turned his attention back to infuriated girl who had daggers in her eyes. 'Why did she just say would have been better off dead? You are hiding something Firefly and it is eating you alive.'
The dark-haired girl's rage increased until she couldn't contain it any longer. Grabbing a plastic cup off of the nightstand she threw it yelling, "Get out of here now!" Suddenly the girl doubled over in pain. Apparently throwing things is a very bad idea with the state Hotaru was in. "Shit!" she cried when the other teens exchanged glances and took a step closer resulting in Hotaru once again on the defensive. "Don't come near me and do not even think of touching me or so help me I'll kill you."
With silent nods, the five boys retreated leaving the girl once again alone in the large bedroom.
*~*~*~*
Heero was growing frustrated. That clearly was not the same girl who tried to kill them a few days ago or even the same girl who helped them infiltrate Station Red. "What the hell happened to her?" he said crossing his arms over his green tank top.
"Whatever it was, it was bad. Just look at her. She wouldn't even let us walk in there! It's as if she thinks we'll do something to her," Quatre sighed as he leaned against the opposite wall to Hotaru's room in the hallway.
Wufei nodded as he gazed down at the carpeted floor. "Ironic considering she was the one with the mission to execute us."
"Hotaru's acting so hostile for no reason! We didn't do anything to her," Duo muttered as he leaned against the doorframe of the adjacent room.
Trowa shook his head. "She has a reason. Hotaru's eyes show flashes of hatred and pure terror. She's generally speaking, scared out of her mind. It's probably a new feeling to her and she doesn't know how to deal with it. Something happened that we are unaware of and she is about to crack. The question is, how to find out what it was before she does something drastic?"
The cobalt blue-eyed ex-pilot shook his head in disbelief. "No Hotaru..."
"Could," Heero interjected staring at the door to Hotaru's room. "She no longer has the drive to fight. She's surrendering." With that last word, Heero crossed the small hall to enter the room once again as his friends watched in utter amazement.
"Why are you going back in there, Heero?" the braided ex-pilot asked as he raised his eyebrows.
The boy gripped the doorknob tightly as he answered. 'To make sure Firefly doesn't do anything she'd regret."
The Arabian watched the teen enter the room and blinked as the door shut. "We shouldn't be too surprised. I just can't seem to make up my mind whether he wants to kill Hotaru or kiss her."
"Death threats and arsenal, the ingredients to true romance," Duo sarcastically commented with a smirk.
*~*~*~*
Just as Heero expected, he was greeted with a death glare to rival his own. Quietly he took a seat in the chair he previously occupied when Hotaru was still unconscious.
"When are you going to leave me alone?" the girl growled, crossing her arms as she sat up.
"When you start giving answers."
Hotaru rolled her eyes at the Perfect Soldier. "What type of answers?"
Heero leaned forward, looking the into the girl's violet eyes. "What happened to you back there? What did they do to you, because we can tell there is something wrong and do not care to have a raving lunatic staying with us."
The dark-haired girl narrowed her gaze. "One is probably enough, right, Mr. I'm Going To Kill You Empty Threat Boy?"
"It wouldn't kill you to talk without insults or death threats yourself," he challenged back.
Hotaru smirked slightly, "But that would take away all the fun of wallowing in my damn self-pity."
Heero crossed his arms growing increasingly annoyed with the girl by the minute. 'Why the hell is she being so damn difficult?' he thought leaning forward even more, as he stared at Hotaru's face. "Talk."
Hotaru however was not planning on budging anytime soon. "Go. To. Hell."
"From the sound of it, you have already been there," the Perfect Soldier stated as the girl clenched her jaw glaring. "Hotaru."
The girl began breathing deeply as her anger was about to hit the roof. "Get. Out. Now." she ordered through gritted teeth.
Heero nodded as he stood up. This wasn't over. Not by far. Quietly he left the room, not removing his gaze from Hotaru's as she sternly pointed towards the door.
*~*~*~*
"How did it go?" Quatre asked dark blue-eyed boy from the coffee table where the four teens were in the middle of a card game. Lady Une had left a few minutes ago to take care of a few things involving the Preventers and told the boys she'd be back in a few hours.
Heero slumped down on the couch with a tiresome look on his face. "She's as stubborn as hell."
*~*~*~*
"Damn it! Why won't they just leave me alone?" Hotaru grumbled as she eased herself out of the bed. There had to be something useful in the room. 'It would have been so much easier if they would have just let me die. Damn them! Now I am eternally in hell because of...' Hotaru thought as she slowly walked towards the desk but couldn't finish her thought. It was bad enough having to relive it over and over again.
Rummaging through the desk she found a letter opener. 'Perfect,' the girl thought stumbling back to the bed and sat on the floor, leaning her back against it.
Hotaru had at least managed to get herself cleaned up some since the first visit. Her hair no longer smelled like vomit nor did her skin. She also managed to change clothes as well consisting of black nylon sweat pants with a comfortable long sleeved blue t-shirt. Hotaru was not one to exactly stay in bed allowing herself to fully recover. The only reason she stayed in the bed at all was because half the time she was freezing cold.
Curiously, the violet-eyed girl studied the ornate silver letter opener in her small hand. Finely polished and immaculate with not a stain on its shiny surface. Briefly Hotaru smiled. "How terrible it would be for this lovely item to become stained with my own blood," she whispered, softly running the blade across the skin of her wrist. "Two quick slashes and all the pain and constant mocking will at last, end."
Suddenly the door swung open, revealing Heero staring in shock at the shiny object in Hotaru's hand. "What the hell are you doing?! Give me that!" he shouted racing into the room and snatched the letter opener from girl's grasp before she could even react.
"Give it back!" the dark haired girl growled at the boy standing over her.
The Perfect Soldier just gazed down at her. He knew this was going to happen. "Do you have a death wish or something?"
"As a matter of fact, yes I do. There is no point in living anymore. My purpose is gone and I've been betrayed, and hurt enough to the point where that single letter opener is my only escape," Hotaru forcefully spoke, as her eyes remained focused on the item in Heero's hand.
Heero blinked at the girl sitting on the floor. "That is not a good enough reason to kill yourself."
Hotaru brought her knees up to her chest and leaned over them with her arms. "Seems like a good enough reason to me," she softly whispered.
The teenaged boy was growing agitated over the fact that girl seemed to be dancing over the motivation for her suicide. It was more than obvious that Hotaru didn't want to share the information and this unfortunate fact was about to be her undoing. "I've been in some serious shit too and you don't see me trying to kill myself."
Hotaru smirked at Heero, as if she knew a secret that he was unaware of. "You used to try. Admit it. You tried. That's the thing about where we all stand, all six of us. Life is just another mission."
'Damn, she got me there, but I'm not giving up yet.' the Prussian blue-eyed ex-pilot thought as he nodded his head. "Fine. I'll admit it. I did try. However that was when I was alone and believed that my only purpose in this screwed up world was to complete my missions, but then I found out there were other people like me. People that would give their lives to save my own."
The girl rolled her eyes and was about to speak but Heero abruptly cut her off.
"Before you deny having that, all five of us risked our lives to save yours, so try thinking about that before slitting your wrists," the ex-pilot said has he gave back the letter opener to the dark-haired girl and turned to leave the room.
Hotaru stared blankly at the beautiful and expensive object in her hand then back to the departing teenaged boy. Closing her eyes, she slammed the letter opener down on the nightstand to her far right before easing back down against the bed. "Damn you," the girl muttered softly before speaking up to catch Heero's attention before he could shut the door. "I really don't want to die," Hotaru called out resulting in the ex-pilot pausing at the door, still with his back turned towards her. "I just want everything to stop. The memories of that day. The fear. The pain. I want it to stop now."
Heero spun around and faced the girl. 'Is she finally going to come out with it?' he thought turning his full attention to the dark-haired girl who appeared to finally be breaking.
Swallowing, Hotaru dropped her eyes to the floor. "It's haunting me constantly. Playing over and over again in my head but I can't make it stop!" the violet-eyed girl stated pulling her head up frowning as she continued on. "I still see that guard's sneering face as he pushed me against that damn table. I feel his hot breath on my face, his mouth forced against mine, cold hands slithering down my body as I protest every inch of the way, but I can't scream."
The Perfect Soldier didn't know what to say. What could he say? Hotaru had basically been violated and there was nothing anyone could do to correct it. The fact that Iron Fist could always find her again was probably making the situation much worse, explaining her desire to die.
The girl slowly dropped her head again whispering, "Make it stop. Please, just make it stop."
Heero stared at Hotaru, feeling his heart practically break. He had no idea why he felt like he did. Everything was so confusing and unidentifiable. Regardless, the teen calmly walked over to the upset girl and sat down next to her. Carefully, he brushed her dark hair, shrouding her pale face, away.
Shocked, Hotaru jerked her head up and stared into Heero's dark sapphire blue eyes as he looks back into her violet ones, watching as tears began flooding them. Slowly, the girl shut her eyes, trying to retain the drops of salt water from falling out of then as she drops her head once again.
Not even realizing it, the ex-pilot wrapped an arm around her back, which surprisingly, Hotaru didn't even attempt to shake off screaming "Get your hands off of me!" like he expected. She just sat there virtually frozen before encircling her own thin arms around herself, tucking her chin in as her head fell lower.
Slowly, Heero slid closer to Hotaru, still stunned that she hadn't moved, but unaware that he too, was acting quite unusual for himself. 'Damn, they really did destroy her,' the Perfect Soldier thought as he cautiously pulled the girl closer to him, which resulted in her numbly leaning against him without a single word of protest, practically falling on the boy as he pulled her across his lap, her back facing his chest. Gently Heero smoothed Hotaru's dark locks from her face before wrapping his other arm around her as well.
Gradually the tense in Hotaru's body began to fade, as she relaxed feeling uncommonly safe. The two teens sat quietly for a while and tried to think about nothing as they listened the rain begin to pitter-patter against the windowpane outside.
Protectively, Heero leaned his head over Hotaru's, resting his chin softly on top of her head. Pleasantly, her dark hair smelled like fresh lavender.
At this moment, the girl decided to break the calm silence. "Heero, thank you," she quietly murmured.
"For what?"
"Staying with me, " she simply stated not even thinking of budging from her position.
The ex-pilot nodded as he said. "You're welcome, Firefly." Suddenly thoughts began to enter his head, plaguing his mind. 'Why am I doing this? Holding her? Protecting her? Why is she even letting me? Hotaru could have shrugged me off but didn't. What am I doing?'
The recovering girl was under the same mental turmoil. 'Why is he being so kind to me and why am I letting him? Normally, I'd glare and shove a guy away for trying to get this close, but why not Heero? Why is he clutching onto me like I was precious and fragile as crystal? Like if he let me go, I'd disappear forever. Why do I feel so safe in his arms when I can clearly defend myself? What is going on?'
Slowly, the violet-eyed girl shifted her position so she could easily look up at the Perfect Soldier as she removed her arms from around herself. The two gazed into each other's eyes, dark blue meeting deep violet once again. Suddenly, without even thinking, Heero bowed his head down to Hotaru's as they both closed their eyes, uniting their lips in soft kiss.
Quickly Heero and Hotaru pulled away, astonished at what they just did. After staring into each other's eyes once again. Both teens closed their eyes again, joining their lips together in a much deeper kiss than the previous. Hotaru found herself reaching up and placing her hands around Heero's neck, stroking his dark brown hair back with one hand as the kiss intensified. Not even realizing it, Heero pulled the girl closer to him, narrowing the space between them, the kiss lingering on.
Finding themselves, running out of breath, they pulled away, but not completely. Instead the Prussian blue-eyed teen enveloped the girl in a tight, supportive embrace, which she gratefully accepted.
No words were exchanged. They were not needed as emotions once believed as nonexistent came to life controlling the thoughts and movements of the two teenagers who once swore they were dead inside.
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Author's Notes: Can I make a moment or not? ^_^ This has got to be my favorite chapter to write, I have like almost every single emotion going.
I'd like to thank everyone for the reviews, I love reading them and will admit I was worried about what everyone would think about the last chapter b/c it turned out a little more graphic than I expected although I did tone it down a bit. There was more going on but I changed.
Be ready for more twists and turns in the upcoming chapters!
Oh by the way, The Hotaru/Duo fic is now out. It's titled, Dual Fates. It's my first death/romance fic. There is a twist to this story as well however. Not everything is, as it seems.