That morning was washed away and drowned in the freezing rain. Gray clouds covered the sky, blocking the sun and hazing the day. The rain itself was pounding the ground without mercy, mud griping to the bottom of people's shoes. And in a certain yard behind a special house, a large lake-like puddle was forming.
Thunder rumbled buildings and shook the sky and earth alike. Lighting flashed and cracked from earth to sky, connecting Heaven and Hell for a brief millisecond. Wind raged and pushed the heavy rain drops against anything, dead or alive objects alike.
And still he lay asleep.
A day passed and a few of them left for a short wile, standing around a gray grave under umbrella's and rain coats. Most returned a few hours later, fresh and clean in new clothes. They were set to relieve the first 'shift', as most of the family members switched watches. The relieved members in turn went to that same grave, standing out in the rain long enough to catch a cold. They then changed and came back, though their eyes and ears were not needed.
But one did not switch for clothes or the feeling of being clean, nor did he switch to visit another one of their numbers - for he was told he didn't need to. He remanded seated in the semi-silent room, curled up into himself, a blanked draped over his usually strong shoulder. His head was dipped in half consciousness and he seemed only slightly aware, eyes half closed. And he continued sitting as hours stretched into hours...
And while this lone sole waited, he still slept.
The next morning brought with it the same gloomy atmosphere, and washed into the rest of the day. The rain itself had not let up, and neither had the tension. He paced in the waiting room -watched by one bleary eyed cousin- his moving eyes fogged with worry and uncertainty. Now he was dressed in normal clothes, his white coat tossed without a care and was now being used as a pillow. His hair was ruffled but clean, his face heavy with discolored bags that hung before his green eyes.
Laced across the a few waiting room chairs was another family member, shivering from dreams that tend to haunt you after you've had them. He was dressed in the same thing he had been for the past 3 day's, his once snow white shirt ruffled and crumpled in the places were his joints moved. His pants had dirt spots around his knees, and at the moment his shoes were off. His feather white hair was pulled back with a rubber band, some strands falling over his closed golden eyes.
Sitting a chair away from his snow white head was another man of the same age, black hair supporting slight gray streaks, all set into their special places by hair gel or spray . He was leaning back against the chair, both of his hands and arms folded to fit comfortably when entangled with each other. He wore a gray dress shirt with the first two buttons open, no tie in sight. He wore another cleaned set of black dress pants that bore no dirt spots, nor were they wrinkled or dusted. His head was semi-reclined toward his pacing cousin, his foggy brown eyes watching him go back and forth.
And while that trio waited, he still slept.
Sitting up in a bed one room away, she brushed out her long hair while humming a tune that she normal hummed when hanging up laundry. With each light stroke of the ebony brush her dark brown hair glimmered with a unearthly shine. Her legs were folded Indian style, and a pair of faded jeans that were 2 sizes to big for her covered them. Her shirt was a spring color, the color of roses, that very bright red color sitting on her cheeks as well. Her forest green eyes were closed at the moment and though peace seemed to grow in the room, she felt anything but.
He faded in and out if she did not watch him, his departure only noted by the warmth the room seemed to gain and his re-entry only know by the reappearance of it. He seemed to be drawn by her humming, finding his way back into her room when she would start up again and floating out when she stopped. Where he went she didn't know, and she didn't care to ask for it was his business and not hers. She had stopped her brushing just as he faded in again, and a smile was given. She then opened the door for herself and was followed by her invisible-to-all-who-did-not-know protector, and made her way to the room next to hers.
And while she sat in her chair and talked to her once alive company, and only when she looked away from him to her source of commentary on things outside those two rooms, and only when she moved and touched his hand, did he ever regain painful consciousness.
And he would have been the first thing to be seen...that is, if he believe...
Strange Happening's
By SAL-Chan
*Part Six: Awaking
~"On the other hand, you have different fingers..."~
~*~
Pain.
In the dictionary, pain is described as a strongly unpleasant bodily sensation such as is caused by illness or injury, or mental suffering/distress.
In other words, it's what you feel when you fall down and skin you knee. Or when you stub you toe. Or fall from a tree and break your arm. Or fall down the stairs and break a leg. Or when your first love tells you they don't love you back. Or when someone totally breaks your heart. There are many different way's of experiencing pain. That is a well known thing.
Yet not many people experience true pain, or total agony. A pain that throbs thought your body with every heartbeat, that grabs your brain and squeezes it with a spike type of sensation. It stretches every nerve and it feels as if pins and needles were racing along your body like goose bumps.
Feeling things crash together and break apart in you chest, hearing you own bones snap and you muscles rip apart. Feeling pain race from the bottom of your spine up to your brain stem, coils of white heat wrapping around your leg and arm. Feeling your thoughts slip together and come in flashes, your brain buzzing as it's pulled down into unconsciousness and the utter peace it brings.
But then the feeling of buzzing around your own brain starts to hurt itself, feeling your heart beat and ripple thought your entire being.
That's exactly what I felt.
Though the numbness that wavered through me was unknown - and though it pushed the pain away- it was scary. Not feeling anything -anything- and not being able to move makes your heart race painfully. Knowing fully well your brain is sending out signals through your body and having it not respond is one of the most freighting experiences I've ever been through.
But as I fought my way out of the vibrating unconsciousness, I wasn't sure if I wanted to feel nothing or feel everything.
My muscles yelled in protest at any thought of movement, to that I was willing to comply. My left leg hurt though I could barley feel it at all. My right arm throbbed with a dull ache as well as the right side of my face. But above everything else, my chest felt like something was pushing down on it with a tremendous amount of force. Breathing was quite difficult, but bearable.
As more of the numbing effect wore off on my limbs and brain, I was vaguely aware that there was someone else near me, talking. My mouth was dry and it asked for water, begged with me. My fogged brain quickly went through all the possibility's to achiever my main goal: Liquid.
Well considering the fact that I couldn't feel anything below my chest, and asking whoever it was to get it for me didn't seem logical when I needed water to talk, I guess choice three would be the only possibility. But I could at least try to ask...
A groan rose from the back of my through, pain etches in it. Any noise that was in where ever I was stopped abruptly, and I felt a hand. A cool hand sweep across my cheek and landed on my forehead, that nature kind and gentle.
"Yuki??"
Her voice...Tohru was here. Then...was I in heaven? W-what happened? Where was I?
I pealed my eyes open slightly, my gaze unsecured by a hint of a type of sedative and morphine. The smell of cleaning fluids attacked my nose and made my cough, my body protesting.
"Don't push yourself Yuki..." Her voice was soft and muffled with a pang of pain that shot up my spine. I felt something cold press to my lip, followed shortly by the glorious liquid that I was searching fore before. I sucked it down as quickly as I could, the feeling of it stretching into my chest felt wonderful and comforting.
I don't remember much after that. In fact, I thing I greeted unconsciousness this time instead of being ripped into it.
~*~
He needed to calm down.
Really, really badly...
I sighed as I watched him turn and take another few strides to the other side of the room. Talk about being uptight...
But then again that's what he did. He always looked after us, even if he seemed a bit stiff. That's the Hatori we grew up with anyway. I watched him turn in his pacing again, his hair covering his stormy eyes.
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, yet I slightly felt the strands brush my fingers. I sighed again as Shigure shifted in his chair across form me, his head reclining toward me in a attempt to sleep. Ayame had moved from before when I had checked on them, now leaning against the seats in a upright position with his head rested on his knees.
Another 3 steps, and he turned in his heel again.
I felt my good eye twitch.
He had been doing this for the past 2 hours. Ever since that damn Rat woke up.
I brushed another hand through my hair and finally declared the statement true. Old habits die hard, even when your dead. I couldn't shake off this habit...
"Would ya quit it?" I asked my pacing cousin as he turned and took a few steps away from me. Quiet had settled in the waiting room and it was starting to get on my nerves. The only sounds right now was Hatori's stupid shoe's as he walked back and forth. I sighed again.
"You really shouldn't be that worried. Ya know he's up right now, right? " I stated to my audience who were deaf to my words. As always's..
I spun on my heal and walked down the hall, past the nurses station and onto the elevator with a scowl on my face. I turned and stood near the back wall and quickly leaned toward a silver panel to push the button labeled 7. Reality quickly smacked me in the back of the head when I watched my hand go through the panel and I stumbled head first into the wall across form me.
As I've said, old habits die hard.
I didn't have to weight long to get a ride up. Only a second after I had righted myself, two female doctors stepped in to the elevator. The blond one leaned over and pushed the number 9 button while the brunet leaned against the side wall. The door's chimed closed and we're on our way up.
The blond leaned against the back wall next to me and rubbed her arms while watching the numbers go up.
"Is it really cold in here, or is it just me?" She asked her brown haired friend who had also wrapped her arms around herself.
"Just a little." She responded with an eastern accent. I felt a wiry grin come to my face.
"Ya don't gotta go pointin' it out." I said as we passed the number 5. I watched and the hair's on the blonds haired woman's arm rase off her skin. Her back straightened drastically and her eyes became wide.
"What is it?" Her brown haired friend asked, standing up and moving over to her. The blond haired woman's eyes slowly moved across the elevator door, and then landed on me.
"Hay." I said quickly, and with her shocked face I leaned back against the wall and passed thought it onto the 7th floor.
There were many things I felt when I was alive, emotion's and physical feelings alike. They all seemed really dull to me, but now while I can look around, every color seems brighter and things seem new. Yet nothing I have ever seen or felt is near the feeling of going through things. It feel's like your being pulled apart and you melt into the thing, then you forced out the other side in a not so very friendly like way. Pin's and needles scatter through every part of you body, and it hurts like nothing you have ever thought of feeling. A roaring sound echo's through your ears, so loud you can't stand it any more.
Then suddenly it's over and your through.
And that's just the feeling you get when you go through doors.
Going through people is another feeling all together.
And now that I think about it, it's weird to think that even though I'm dead I can feel. I have thoughts and emotions, and weird enough I can feel things like my clothes, my hair, and other inanimate objects. It took me a year to be able to do the things I do... that's another topic though.
I rounded the corner and walked through a nurse, and slowly came up to door number 627. I stopped and stared at the door for a minuet just listening to the voice inside. I took a deep breath, ran a hand through my hair, and forced myself through the door.
~*~
Waking a second time was not as bad as the first for the pain had receded in my back and my limbs, and breathing was a whole lot easer. My head still throbbed as a sent of cleaning solutions attacked my senses again.
As I slowly started to collect myself, I heard a steady beeping start to come out of the buzzing that hummed in my ears. It matched the steady beating of my heart that pulsed through my body. And slowly I started to hear another noise in the background.
Her voice was soft but was slowly coming into focus. Her sweet voice was speaking in soft feather like tones, but I couldn't make out the words too clearly. I squinted my closed eyes and strained myself to listen.
"...really don't know?" Her soft voice was questioning, her pitch changing at the end of the question. Heavy silence met her voice, and there was a moment where I was wondering if she was a asking me something.
"Did you...wait. Sorry, never mind...I didn't meant to say that..." Her voice surprised me as a pang of confusion hit me. Was she talking to herself?
"No. He's in my old room. Like Momiji said, he fainted a little while ago..." She cut off my thoughts, her voice holding a slight smile. Wave after wave of confusion crashed down on my already stalling brain. Another minuet of her talking to the air went on before my confusion hit it's peek and my curiosity got the best of me.
My eyes blinked open slowly, the bright white light stinging my eyes without mercy. I turned my head away from the blinding light and all noise -save the steady beeping- stopped.
"Yuki?" Her voice was sweet and a lot closer then it had been before. I blinked again and pried open my tired eyes.
Her hair was brushed down and every peace of it was in it's perfect place. Her eyes glistened with a fire from the heart, forest green shining with light. Her eyes widened and as soon as the depths of her eyes met mine as smile swept across her face. She glowed with the fading light of the day, and everything seemed right.
"Your awake!" Her voice was cheerful and happy, but apprehensive. She moved back slightly and swept a suddenly stray peace of hair behind her ear.
"Barley..." The voice that came from me was a frogs. A flash of pain washed though me as I felt my heart beat echo in my chest. "What happened?"
"You don't remember?" She asked lightly, her voice suddenly low and distant. She has sunken back into her chair, and it was then that I noticed her hands were laced around mine. She took a deep breath and closed here eyes for a brief moment, then opened them - their green depths sparkling with strength.
"You got hit by a car." She was suddenly a lot farther away as the memory - the source of my pain - came back to me. I was walking home and I got hit by something from behind. I felt my heart quiver.
"What day is it today?" I asked, my voice cracking on 'day'.
"It's been 3 day's since you woke up the first time. It's the 22nd today." I blinked at her twice, then I closed my eyes. A sigh escaped my lips and I just sat still and tried to concentrate on her hand. But my thoughts seemed to wonder.
I was asleep for 8 days. I got hit by a car... well it certainly wasn't a thing I wanted to go through again.
But...I have a question for fate. Why did that happen on that day? Was it a fluke, or was something happening that we didn't know about? Was god playing with my family? My family...
I felt my stomach twist. I wasn't going to think about It. I wasn't going to give into my demon's about that day a year...well, two years ago. I wasn't going to let that stupid Cat get to me...
Sharp pain shot up from the bottom of my spine to my brain and I recoiled into myself, yet I felt her hand pull mine toward her. I blinked as I felt it being lifted, and I felt her lips butterfly kiss the back of my hand.
"I was so worried." Her voice was choked, and when I looked I was struck helpless by the tears the fell form her eyes. She stared at me, her hands clamped around mine and her lips a breath away form my hand.
"I thought you were going to die..." Her words were shaky as another large tear fell form her eye and a bitter smile came across her face. "I'm sorry. It should have been me."
I have always found myself to be a type of person who could handle every situation in stride. I could cope with almost anything, and could come up with anything to say at any time, with a few exceptions. Miss Tohru Honda happened to be one of those exceptions. I was the one who could come up with something concerning school, or her mother, or anything else at any moment. But this was a totally different scenario, and I was suddenly struck with a speech block. This wasn't the side of her I got to see often, and before everything happened, he would take care for this. Then again, he always started it...
I opened my mouth to say something - something like 'it's better that it was me', or 'don't say that and don't be sorry'. But every time my brain rushed me to say something, I would here it said in his voice and my brain would freeze. It would sound like something he would say, and I was afraid I would hurt her the way he did when he said these things sometimes. I was so scared of hurting her...
She suddenly looked to the left, near the door, and stared there for a moment before turning back to me. She slowly let my hand go and stood up, then nodded for some reason unknown to me and wiped her eyes. And in a moment she was her happy-go-lucky 'self' again, a small smile on her face.
"I'll be right back. I'm going to tell everyone you've woken up. Try to stay awake until we get back, ok?" She said as she walked toward the door. For a moment she stood at the door and gathered a big breath, and turned to me.
"Please...don't ever do that again. You made my heart stop. I don't know what I would have done if you died." And with a sweet smile, she opened the door and walked out of my cold room and shut it behind herself leaving me with my own suddenly troubled and even more confused thoughts.
Once again I was struck speechless by her...
~*~
Every time!!
It always happened! Every time I seemed to be the center if her attention, the product of her thought's, the center peace of her picture, he comes and takes it away!
I felt my heart pulsed with anger and pain and I squatted - unnoticed - outside the room. I laced my fingers though my hair and rubbed the top of my head.
I hated him! I hated him with every fiber of my being! Yet I wanted to be him so much more... I wanted to be the one in the spot light, the trophy of the family, the one to be proud of and admired. He was still perfect! Still the one to praise!
Yet he was a total baka!!!! Did he not see what he had?! I mean of all thing's, he has to be girl-stupid on top of it all?! He just didn't know!
That made me so frustrated I wanted to scream.
It also made me so jealous that I thought I would go mad.
I buried my head in my crossed arms that I rested on my knees. My heart twisted in knot after knot, my brain buzzing. I had a whole year without being able to say or do anything to help or hurt him, to talk to my family, to live. And the one time I get to be noticed again by someone very special to me, the one time I get to feel alive again and be worried about, the time I'm remembered, on my day, he steps in on my time for more attention. Yet the baka made her cry!
I wanted to kill him for it.
I wanted to yell, to vent, to let go some of my bottled frustration. He made me so angry, so angry that I wasn't sure if I was angry at my self any more.
I wanted to loose my ever slowly slipping sanity, I wanted to let go. I wanted to go home...
I wanted to leave here - to move on, but I wanted to be alive so much more. I was being tortured, taunted by people who shared my life with me and continue to live their lives while mine was ripped away from me.
My god- I wanted everything he had! I wanted - I want so many things and I need so many more that it hurt to even be here. Ever so slowly I felt my inside twist, and thing became way too much for me. Like the weight of all I ever realized the past year hit me again and again, piling up on top of me.
I was suffocating.
I needed to get out, I needed to be free.
In my minds eyes I saw a picture of my alcove back home, my safe haven from everything outside. I willed with all I had that I would be there, and in a whirl wind I was standing in the middle of my field.
I drew in a quick breath, one after another until I felt my heart skip a beet - unable to keep up with my rapid breathing. My body was shaking and I slowly lost control of my knees. I choked on my breath as a tingling sensation buzzed at the edges of my eyes. It was then that I couldn't hold in any more, and I screamed.
I screamed with every thing I had, letting everything out. Slowly my voice drained long with my frustrations as I lost air, and I found myself laying on my good side in the grass. My breathing was slowing as I watched a small droplet fall across my high cheek bone and drip off my nose onto the ground.
God did that feel good.
It was silent after that, the cold wind pushing waves across the uncut grass. No one took care of this place since I died, but that just made it mine ever more. Things in my heart settles and my brain ceased in it's humming, and I just let the sound of the wind come over me and envelop me in comfort that is quite rare.
"K-yo, are you giving up yet?"
The voice was deep and low, it sounding determined yet soft all the same, like your favorite cord on the piano. Slowly I lifted my tired eyes toward the speaker to find a boy not so much older then I, bright orange hair - the same shade as mine- that hung around his shoulder. His flat black eyes were deep and kind, the not so perfect oval they sat in pilled wider and pulled back farther then most peoples. He wore a white shirt trimmed in gold and a pair of long tan colored pants. One of his elegant eyebrows were rased up in question.
"You..." My eyebrows arched quickly as I sat up, my face creating a snarl. "What are you doin' here?!"
"My job." He shrugged brushing a piece of stray hair away form his unusual eyes. He took a few steps closer to me and crouched down so he was eye level.
"You not gonna give up, right? Not yet?" He asked again, eyebrow still arched. I glared at him with all the venom I had left, yet my eyes felt droopy and I was tired. A smile formed on his face as he stood again and extended a hand toward me. That was a sight I hadn't seen in a while...
"Come. Rest in your room. Of all places, your aura is there the most." His smile was friendly, and I knew form past experiences that he was. Not that I would ever admit that, but he wasn't half bad. My eyes shifted from his face to his hand and I shakily reached toward it with my own.
The feeling of contact with another being was a welcome comfort. I watched as my hand met his and in the brief moment when he yanked my arm and pulled me to my feet, I felt something. My body seemed solid and I felt for a brief moment I felt my heart truly beet and my lungs inflate.
And then suddenly I felt that freezing cold that had been settled in my body wash back in a blink of a eye. I blinked and found him at the edge of the clearing walking into the forest toward my house. My eye's narrowed.
He did that on purpose. He let me feel life again and then ripped it away. Then again, I should get accustom that feeling cause they do it every time they send a flunky out after me.
"You comin'?!" He yelled across the field, and with a whisk of wind and sparkles that looked like tears he disappeared. I growled lowly and pictured my old room in my mind, and simply willed myself there.
~*~
The day was bright, the sky clear and the air cold. A perfect day for warm long sleeves, cuddling up on a couch with a cup of coco and just relaxing. And for a change this week, I had a small smile on my face.
In two days Yuki was coming home. November 28th was the set date, and I was looking forward to it just as much as Yuki was. In the past three days he has gone through so many tests and they finally said it was all right that he came home. His leg and arm were healing nicely as Hatori told us, and as long as pressure isn't applied to his chest and he doesn't do too much strenuous activity he should be ok!
I sighed as I swept the last leaf's off the porch with an old wooden broom and smiled, wrapping my arms around it and looking into the sky. Everything was going to be ok Mom...
"Shigure!" I called, turning back into the house, leaning the broom up against the door outside. I step into my slippers I got 4 years ago for Christmases and walk through into the kitchen. I expected to see him digging through the cabinet, yet the fateful canine is no where in sight.
"Shigure?" I say again, fright bubbling up in my chest as I exit the kitchen and walk into the main hallway. I didn't hear anyone come in, and he would have told me if he was going out, right? I took a few steps to the door at the end of the hall and looked inside.
His office was slightly neater then before, papers stacked up in piles on his desk and in the corner instead of being spread around. His window was open slightly to let some fresh air in. And there, arms crossed and head berried in them was Shigure, glasses tucked next to his arm and eyes closed. A pen was still lying limply in his hand, bills scattered around him as well as tucked under his arm.
I sighed and leaned against the door frame. Poor Shigure, and poor Hatori also. Shigure had been scratching up money to pay for Yuki's medical costs, and Hatori was trying to pull strings at the hospital. They were both trying so hard...
I sighed again and went to clear out the rest of the house. With a few brisk steps I was at the stairs, and I dragged my fingers on the lines and I was at the top at no time. All my thoughts seem to crash together though as I stopped at the top and stared at the door there. Kyo's old room...
Kyo...I totally forgot. Where was Kyo? I hadn't thought about him for a wile, and come to think of it...I haven't seen him since that day at the hospital. Maybe...he couldn't hade left us again, right?....
I took a step toward his door and reached my hand out to the door knob. My hand slipped around it and I stood for a moment, apprehensive. No one had opened his door in two years...
The door resisted slightly as I slid it open, and immediately dust flew out into the hallway. I coughed and peered though silted eyelids into his old dark room. I stepped through the dirt fog and grabbed onto the shutters and flung them open, coughing.
His mattress was still rolled out on the floor, the sheets and blankets thrown off to the side, set exactly like that morning. His alarm clock still had the 13th on it's calendar marked, and his clock had stopped at 1:49 pm. His clothes were still thrown around the room, his closet open. On the closet door, covered in dust hung a gray shirt and a pair of tan cargo pants, still ironed and pressed. He was going to wear them that night, he would have came back and changed into it.
The only thing that had been tapered with for two years was a addition that made the corners of my eyes tingle. Sitting on his desk, shining in the sunlight the room hadn't seen in a long time was the beaded black and white bracelet of the zodiac cat. It was folded over on the corners of the desk like it had been thrown there, and though the room was dusty the bracelet had no dust on it what so ever.
With trembling fingers I reached for it, the beads feeling smooth under my touch. I picked it up carefully, their polish sparkling in the sunlight. I remember thinking how many people had to have worn this in the back of my head, but it was silenced by the sudden buzzing that took over the coherent parts of me.
Kyo was the last one to where this. This was the only thing taken off of his body after he died, or it was the only thing they saved. I though Kazuma had this, in fact I was sure of it. He had to have kept it, right?
"You want it?"
His voice surprised me, and the bracelet fell form my hands. Yet before the shinny beads hit the floor, a sparkling gust of wing swept it up and over to the window. I turned sharply, my eyes following it. He reached out and grabbed the bracelet, stepping through the window, hovering a inch or two above the floor. His eyebrow was arched slightly.
I blinked at him, thoughts disappearing and green eyes going wide.
"Well..." He continued, switching his hazy red eyes to the bracelet, twirling in around his finger and he continued. "Ya can't really keep it. Kind just...well, it can be loaned to ya. The next Cat that's born is gonna need it...so for now ya can hold on to it."
I watched and he slipped his finger out of the circle and pointed toward me. The spinning bracelet flew slowly to me, stopping just before me. It hovered there, still spinning for a moment before my hands took it carefully. It wiggled and flipped itself around my left wrist, sitting perfectly and shining like I had never seen it shine before.
"Kyo..." I mumbled, my eyes fixed on the bracelet. I had something else, another thing that belonged solely to him, something he would wear all the time. I felt a tear fall from my eye as they trailed back up to him. He blinked at me, face puzzled. In a gesture I remembered well, his right hand lifted up and tucked itself behind his head, elbow high in the air. He turned slightly to the right and scratched the back of his left leg with his right foot.
"Don't go and cry now. 'S nothing big, and I'm gonna need it back later. Your just holding on to it..." He said, eye's focusing on the spot just before his feet. Yet something in his voice and soft colored eyes told me that I could have the bracelet for as long as I wanted. I felt a true smile form on my face, my eyes lighting up and squinting closed, one final tear falling out from one. My right hand gripped the bracelet around my left wrist and I crushed it to my chest.
"Thank you..." I breathed and opened my eyes just in time to see his face. His eyes were slightly wider, gaze fixed only me and a fire dancing behind their red outer cover. His mouth was open slightly, hand his eyebrow were raised slightly.
And in a split second, he spin around, both hands instantly behind his head.
"Weren't ya getting ready for that stupid rat to come home? Better get back to work, there are more leaves on the porch out back again. And ya still need to..."
He went on with the chore list I had written down in the kitchen, babbling. And I stood staring at his back for a minuet as he talked, enjoying the sound of his ruffled voice and the feeling of his bracelet under my fingers. But I could have sworn on my death bead, just before he turned around, a red ting had settled on his cheeks.
Maybe...just maybe, he wasn't so far away as he seamed.
~*~
I sighed, relaxing in the conformable embrace I was being held in. No better time for R&R, ne?
I blinked lazily and watched as another leaf fell from a tree. I was hoping things weren't going to be as busy and I knew they were, but then again it came with the job. And at the moment I liked this job very much. This was gonna get a lot tougher, wasn't it?
I was trying not to like it here, I was trying not to get attached, but I like these people. I heard they were amusing, and I just couldn't help myself. I sighed. He had a long rode before him, and it was job before play wasn't it? O well...
As I've said, things were gonna get very interesting, very quickly...
Very interesting indeed...
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Ranting: Sorry this took so long. You guy's have no idea how had I have been working in school. We've finished everything for the play, and now I'm doing back stage stuff. Sweet right? They said I wasn't allowed in the beginning, but now that I have shown I can kick butt with making and panting stuff, they're letting be back. But now I got a Sign Language project to work on, plus a 5 page paper to write in English bout Gun Control...and it's December too!! I'm almost snowed in my house right now, but it's all good. My fingers are quite cold though...we need oil...
Sorry you guy's, but I don't think I'm gonna be able to post in a little wile. It's the 6th right now, and the play is next Thursday to Sunday, then Hanukkah, then my B-day, and Christmases (I'm a mix). Then I have a trip to florida for 3 days after that, then I need to do my ASL project...I might be too busy to do stuff. I'm staying late after school this week, but if I blow off some HW, I think I can start and maybe get through half of the next chapter this week. So don't really expect anything any time soon.
About the next chapter, it might be another long one. Not as long as the 5th, but long enough. You guy's might want to kill me after it too...(See bonus)
Onto this one...
Well, did this one leave you with enough q? Like who is that guy that Kyo talked to? That's the only real question I can see, but what do you guy's think? Did ya get any more interesting info? Anything ya wanna ask? And think about everyone else. Like the mentioned Kazuma. And what do you think of Tohru having Kyo's bracelet? And hears a totally new q.
Why isn't there a new zodiac cat? Nani? Think about it and tell me your finding's...
Favorite line: 'I have always found myself to be a type of person who could handle every situation in stride. I could cope with almost anything, and could come up with anything to say at any time, with a few exceptions. Miss Tohru Hond happened to be one of those exceptions.' and for you guy's?
Favorite Character: Kyo takes the cake in this one. What do you guy's think?
Date Finished: December 6th, 2003. 10:40 pm.
Moving along...
*Asaya Unami-Chan: Thank you. About that, I have been waiting to say something about that ever since I got your review. ~Puts on her dad's Getty Gas station Cap and shirt~ See depending on the speeds, when two cars crash into each other, they can either just knock off each other front bumpers or they can hit hard enough tho cause something in the engine to jam or explode, therefore breaking apart and creating fire. At the speeds that Hatori and 'Man in Question' car's were going, the guy hit Hatori and a fairly high speed, causing thing to explode. And at the angle they hit and such (Most of witch Kyo will say in 1 to 2 chapter in the future) It was enough to burn him. ~winks~ Sometimes it help being a mechanics daughter...
* Kath: LOL I was worried about that, but I just keep thinking if I saw someone my brain would skip too. She had to realize that I was really Kyo. Really, really? So who was the person this time? And with the explanation that I gave to Asaya-San, do you really think the other guy is alive? LOL I though I was meant to her too even though I wrote it. Your Addicted? Really? Super cool! (Sorry, that was lame.) Thanks again...
* Herflumpness: Thank you. You cried?! Again I made someone cry...Yea I noticed that too. But those two seem like really good friends and can seem really close. They both really don't have family's, and they both have really wicked inner demon's. Thanks again and come back!
* Misaki: I just mean you came back to review. ~Feel's like and baka~ ~Grin's~ It took way too long to write though. Many a long night. Sok, sok. Just happy you reviewed! Col, I'll check it out...when I have time. I'm so busy...
* justareviewer, notawriter: Really?! I made you cry for that long?!!? OMG I am so sorry! Thank you for the complement though. O!- just wait...I have many a chapter to come...
* Vic: Good job. There are more chapters Y'know? Anyway, thanks bout the imagery thing. Moisa last year shoved that into my brain pretty hard. Hay, I pointed that out to you...Thank ya Vic, and see you in school.
* yamatoforever: Did I make everyone cry? Was it really that moving? I feel bad to say I'm glad I made people cry but I guess it got my over all message across. Not so many people (That have read this out of FF.Net) have noticed that. I'm not sure if people do. I'm pretty sure Kyo would do that to save that Rabbit. ^_^ Whom ever you think... Well I can tell yet, but did this chapter give you more of a clue? ~Winks~ Sorry this took so long. Till next time.
*HanaTenshiHimeko: Will do. Did I make you cry too...I feel like such a bad person. Please come back and review again.
* Iz: Took you long enough LOL. And I wasn't pretending! I can be if I want to...You shouldn't tell me that. My ego's large enough as it is...See ya at school...
* Chunxirella: Well ya got up to what...chapter 4 but only reviewed for 1 and 2...sok though. Lol, see ya at school Esh, and I hope you feel better. I hope I'm not next to get that bug. The three of us tend to get it one after another, hua?
* Merei-chan: Thank you, thank you. Lol I get it, and I think everyone else is too...Y'know, I was thinking about that a lot. In a sense your kinda right, but he's not really gonna fight anything but himself. So no, he ant gonna be a spirit detective. Good idea though...very good idea....
Bonus: Pre-view of the next chap!: ( Please don't hate me, cause this is gonna be mean...)
"Wha...what are you saying?" I said, my voice shaking slightly. I felt my knees shake and I leaned against the wall, praying I wouldn't fall. Everything came rushing to me, my eyes wide in shock. That couldn't be...it just want's possible...
He turned toward me, eyes truly dead in their dark hole. His mouth was pulled downward, eyebrow arched together. He didn't just look mad, he looked troubled as well.
"It wasn't just 'an accident'." He said again and I felt my heart shake. His hollow, cold, lifeless eyes were sucking me in and I could look away. I felt my knees buckle as I dropped to the floor. No...
"I saw him Tohru. The other guy in the car. I *saw* him." He stressed the last sentence with nodding his head slightly. "I know who he was. I *knew* him."
"You really don't think it was an accident? I mean, it could all be a mist-" I started.
"No!" He cut me off. "Somehow I just know it wasn't. He was..." He hesitate only a moment, eyes flashing to the window. "He was a Sohma... not someone you would ever meet, but he worked at the main house. In fact, he was working under Akito last time I checked."
He turned to the window and walked over to it, taking a deep breath. He then turned slightly so he was facing sideways,"leaning agents the window sill. His eyes were stormy, dark and full of emotion's I didn't want to see. I felt myself tremble. Could he really have been....
"I think he helped Akito out like any truly loyal Sohma would." I had never seen Kyo look so troubled, but then again I could tell what he was thinking. We were both aware what this meant , yet I guess he felt like he needed to say it. To have the full impact hit us.
"I wasn't just killed in a accident, not at all...he gave his live to...
That's it!!! Yell at me all you want, it aint gonna change. ~Grin's~
And if you're still an idiot who thinks I own this, your WRONG!! FruBa ant mine, but it would be a lovely holiday gift!
Happy holiday's to one and all! From-
~SAL-Chan