Suicide Symphony
by
DES
disclaimer: I don't own Inuyasha, but you probably already knew that...
2
In This Lone Cold Room
I don't remember my journey home. All I sanctioned was the crisp air and my wrapped breathing that kept beat with my footfalls. My conscious was blank, as though it was trying to suppress memories in such a state of stress. I didn't mind.
But I do remember small flashes of memory, like when the cold feeling of death and anguish swam all around me. Each turn I took, every block I ran, everything seemed lifeless around me, as if it were mourning my pain...
When I felt I almost came to my end, I made it to my hill of front steps and collapsed. My throat stung in agony as my lungs were winded in search of breathe. I tried so hard not to care, I tried so hard to forget, laying there helplessly. I pulled my legs up and rest my head on my knees, my hair falling, gently whisping around my shins. pulling my arms around me, I began to regain my regular breathing, though my lungs still stung with each intake.
Inuyasha...
My body started shaking profusely, I tried to calm myself, closing my eyes and squeezing them tightly shut. But I still saw his golden eyes in my mind glimmering in roughed sadness.
I took in one big lasting breathe.
Why did he do this to me? he ripped apart every last shred of me, taking my already confused head and ramming it against a wall. What was his objective, what was he trying so hard to accomplish? Most he try and kill me?
I couldn't hold back any longer, tears started pouring all over again, leaking from my strained eyes, as I closed them profusely. I felt like a mess, like anything so small and insignificant, could shatter me to oblivion. My heart felt of porcelain.
Still clutching the smooth jewel in my sweaty palm, I timidly touched it to my chapped lips. cringing my eyes more, I started mumbling ridicule words to it as though I was in my own little confessional. It was softy against my lips, reassuring, and yet cool for the touch. It gave me slight peace, which I yearned for so badly.
I wanted to scream, yell putridly of how lovely life is, how everything was butterflies and rainbows, and then take down a bottle of pills just to make the world think. Just to make them contemplate for a second before they get sucked into their own soap opera life, trying to make a point they would never understand. Even if it took my puny life to prove it...
though it would never be heard.
I felt disgusting, totally used and immortally dirty like the foul stench of impurity would never leave me.
I needed a joint, bottle of vodka, and a shower, But the only thing I'd be getting was a nice bathing. I could still smell the smoke whiffing off my clothes, and my breath most likely smelled of alcohol. Slowly, I lifted my head up to turn and take my first stare at the house. all the lights were out, which made it look ghastly in a way, as though I would see some transparent apparition appear in one of the glossy windows and give me the finger.
That chilled me.
With a hand on the steps, bracing myself, I got in a crouched position, holding on the railing with my right, I shakily straightened my legs, which they didn't like much. My whole body ached horribly. Grasping to railing for dear life, I clumsily made it up the 80 front steps to our house, which seemed like a mountain.
When I made it to the top, half crawling, half stumbling along, I found flat ground, and threw myself on its surface, not caring if my old grimy clothes got more horrid. This shrine had been my home for most of the years of my life, this is where I met Inuyasha, under the monstrous gobshinko tree, some long years ago, but I could still remember it as if it were yesterday.
I remember I just at the fresh age of 6, throwing light boxes into the room I had won over a coin toss, and just stood there puffing my chest with pride of lifting so much. But my self indulged thoughts left me when I caught sight of the humongous tree that shown from my window against the far wall.
I was so hypnotized I started shuffling to the window in a trance, ohing and ahing my walk there. I stood there for about five minutes as my eye grew big and glinted with curiosity, I was so innocent then, as is most everyone, its just hard to see how I ended up like this.
Braking a little bit from my daze, I pushed up of the ground, ending up sitting there, my face turned towards the large sight of a tree, mulling over what had happened ages ago.
Limply, my head gauged to the brisk cement ground, I pulling myself slowly to a upright stance. I stood there for a whileI can't remember, but when I did finally move, my destination wasn't the house, but the tree of ages that was driving me down memory lane. my feet made loud clambering noises with each step, fading bitterly to silence as I stopped next to its bulging body of a trunk, My head jutted up to stare at its exquisite beauty.
I remember crashing down the stairs from my room, and almost ripping the Japanese style sliding door on my track outside, tripping a few times on the pavement as I scrambled to the tree. A light breeze wafted my hair lightly, made the tree branches sway and moan. With my hand on my hips and an angry look on my face, I started yelling, probably looking like I was talking to the greenery.
"what in the world are you doing up there?"
I got no response, which made me angrier. I started tapping my foot, getting warily impatient.
"This isn't your property you know!"
Still I was answered with silence, which even got my temper heightened in escalation.
"Stop ignoring me! I know your up there!"
After a long wait of stillness, finally I heard a rustle of branches, the glinting against a wisp of white hair. I saw a little face peak out, a boy, about the same age as me. But he was so high up I couldn't distinguish his face.
"Alright, alright. You don't have yell wench."
That peaked my anger again. Stomping my feet, which brought rise to dust all around me, I pulled my arms behind me with my hands in fists. My eyes started twitching uncontrollably as I lashed my anger out.
"What did you just call me?"
"Wench."
His answer was blunt, like he didn't know what he did wrong.
"I do have a name you know, its Kagome!"
I let my fury lighten more when he snorted. He mumbled something that didn't catch my ears, but it sounded rhetorical. gritting my teeth, I stomped again and turned away, with my back facing the trunk. crossing my arms, I huffed loudly, as if offended.
"Why don't you get down from that branch and tell me that to my face."
I heard a faint ruffle of tree limbs, closing my eyes and jutting my nose up, I had refused to take note of it. When I felt the wind stir behind and a loud thump as his feet landed on the dirt that was squared off around the large tree, I turned around with a scowl planted on my face.
Everything was lost from my mind as I blinked, once twice, and then a third, finally chancing a good look at him. He had his arms crossed in a aunry fashion, with his nose pointed up and his eyes closed, little dog ears lightly twitching from the light breeze that had surrounded us.
"I... don't... care..."
His words never really did reach my ears as I stared at his furry appendages that stuck out of the top of his skull in wonder. A smile crept up my lips and my eyes glinted with curiosity.
A squeal escaped my mouth.
"How kawaii!"
My hand began to travel up, my little fingers waiting in expectation to touch the velvet fur. As my reach was finally getting me somewhere, I felt a firm grasp on my arm, hearing a annoyed voice come from the doggy boythingy in front of me.
"What the hell do you thing your doing wench!"
I giggled at his words and tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but his clawed hand wouldn't let go. I began to whimper. All I wanted to do was rub his ears but wouldn't let me, and I was getting impatient. Finally he let go, a growl escaping his throat. I let my arm fall limply to my side, making no sign to move it, even though I was screaming at myself too.
"What's... what your name?"
I asked my question pitifully, a slight pout look on my face. Glaring at me from his up cast eyes, he started to growl slightly, his white hair flowing against the wind.
"Who wants to know?"
He lashed it out at me, which made me back up slightly. I put a finger to my mouth and looked around me, my head moving left then right, then with know other place to look I searched under me, my head bobbing down to look in between my legs to the blind sight behind me, than went back to his golden stare. He was looking at me with curiosity, a little grin placed on his lips, and a small fang pocking out.
"umm... me? I don't see anyone else here..."
I guess I didn't get the joke, because he started to laugh at me, uncontrollably. He was doubling over, weasing and just couldn't stop. Tears started prickling at his eyes, he was hysterical. My eyebrows started moving into a frown again, and I stomped on the hard ground for the third time that day.
"Its not that funny you know!"
I screamed at him, he was just easing me on and it wasn't helping. My cheeks became rosy as I tried to hold my breath, my eyes giving him a death glare.
"I... couldn't... help it...!"
He stopped laughing, talking in big gulps of air, his face glowing totally red, like a plump red tomato harvested for thanksgiving dinner. My features softened a little more and I studied his face more closely. His radiant golden eyes shown through his silver long hair, that cascaded along his back. His cute little doggy ears were perked up in his long mane, as they were always alert, even in his states of weakness.
But… what made my face drop more, was the scrapes and scratches his toned skin bore. All over his face, scattering beyond count, dirt smudged in the gauged lines to make then more defined, and blotching brown over his brow and cheeks. It looked like he hadn't had a bath in days.
Shaking my head out of my thought I looked up at him with a shy look on my face.
"You know, you still haven't given me my answer..."
I trailed of on my words, not knowing exactly what to say. I looked down feeling selfconscious, and started fumbling with my hands. His clothes caught my eye. They were torn and dirty, big splotches of who knows what scattered over his red shirt. His jeans seemed like they got equal neglect, holes on the knees that exposed his scabbed skin. As for his shoes I saw none, just his plain feet seemed to suit him right. I felt kind of sorry for him, beginning to wonder how long he'd been staying in that tree…
Gaining my strength, I brought my gaze to his. He had a slight sad smile on his face, as if he knew I felt sorry for him. His eyes were glimmering with something I couldn't understand.
"It's Inuyasha."
The only response I gave him was a nod as I stared into his golden eyes...
The air became chilly again, and the sunny day darkened murkily to a deep slumber of dark hues. The light summer breeze faded to still silence. Everything became comatose.
During my gaze on the past, my arms had wandered to the rough bark on the trunk of the tree. My left hand slid against its splintery surface, feeling the contours of its skin, as if it were telling me a story of it long years. Its hard aches and its loss, all the memories that had surrounded it as the world became dark during these modern ages. Closing my eyes I reached higher, getting on my toes and skimming my hands along its beauty. It began to hurt, after standing there for minutes on end, it started to put strain on my already weakened body.
It became to much, and my body slid down against it as I fell helplessly on the dirt covered roots bellow. I had to get up, I had to make it to the house before it was to late, but I just couldn't do it. Burying my palm in the ground, I lifted a mound of dirt in my hand daintily, letting it slip through my pale fingers, falling to the tree roots and piling up slightly in miniature pyramids. My mind began to wander, as though it was also gliding through my finger and falling to the ground, separating myself from my physical body.
I never knew how much I had to rely on him, how much I depended on him for my sanity, for my survival. It felt like I cut off a part of me, and the wound had sat to long to reattach. Severing my ties with him, I lost a part of me... something I needed greatly for my life. I felt like a walking time bomb, ready to explode at the most possible second available.
I missed his kisses, his hugs, and the way he always seemed to be there, rain or shine. But most of all... I missed our friendship.
Casting my eyes up from their downward gaze, I stared up at the bare branches as I struggled to regain my stance using the tree as my life line. I stood there, squinting my eyes open and closed, hoping that suddenly he'd appear on his favorite branch, balanced perfectly as he gave off in the distance. Just like old times. How I missed though's days when life was less complicated.
Taking a deep breath, I turned away from the tree of dead memories, and made slow pace to the house. Still slightly drunk, I couldn't walk in a straight line, so my trail curved right then cowered left, my feet fumbling their way to the door. When I finally made it to the back door, I stood there for a moment before moving, making sure my steps were more quieted. The door quaked loudly as I closed it behind me and I winced as I stood totally silent for minutes on end. It seemed like hours when I finally made it to the bathroom.
My foot came to a stop in front of the cabinet mirror. I turned my head slowly and looked up, staring at a reflection that I didn't recognize. She looked dead, the image in the mirror. Her eyes were puffy and read, and lines of old mascara ran down her cheeks in soot colored lines. Her red lipstick was smeared around her mouth, and eye shadow stained on her pained temples. I took the bathroom towel, as did she, like we were playing some game Simon says, and tried to sooth my face with gentle strokes. When my job was done I moved away from my reflection, clambering along as I closed the toilet seat, and seated myself on its cold surface. I sat there for a while, my hands slid between my thighs as I tried to grasp my footing in life.
After a while, my had eyes closed tightly, my mind swirling as I began to grow dizzy. Everything was spinning around me bizarrely.
I started to feel queasy, my head tipping to my shoulder as my eyes grew to slits in there awakening. I felt it crawling up my stomach to my throat, twirling in me, before showing its real destiny. My eyes began to bulge in expectance, and I hastily scrambled off the toilet seat, lifting it and seating my head on the lip of its mouth, throttling down my throat and into my trap, throttling its way to the bull like basin. I felt horrid, tears gathering in my eyes as I began to dry heave, trying to take in some air before I started puking again.
This was the worst, and I hated it with a unresolved passion.
Finally after many heaves of disgusting vile, I flushed the toilet and leaned against the wall behind me. With shallow breathes I tried to regain my composer, just waiting for the day to end. I bluntly felt like shit, wasted to the core, and I was in only hope that I hadn't wakened up the whole neighborhood.
My body was just not responding correctly with my brain.
I began to shiver, My shoulders tense and my teeth clattering. I had to do something before I lost total control.
Struggling, I shakily made it to my feet, holding on to the toilet for balance. I was doubled over, my left arm wrapped around my stomach, crawling my way to the bathtub. Clumsily I made it in the porcelain tub, pulling my hand over to the faucet, turning the knob till water started flowing through the old pipes. It was cold, freezing water, but I didn't care. Laying, with my head on the back lip of the bath, the cold stone steeping into my clothes, I let the water consume me sluggishly.
My damp clothes began to stick to me as though a second skin, shatteringly forgetting not to rid of the them.
When the water finally almost made it to the brim, I used my foot to slam off the tap, a deep bang penetrating my sawed mind and blanching through the walls. It trickled to a stop, echoing against the white walls surrounding me.
That would have been the perfect way to die, let myself drown to death then and there, sink to the bottom and just let myself go. I could be so easy to do, in a move my life severed. It was just so easy... to fall to unconsciousness with those lovely golden eyes haunting me in my descent. Oh how I would love to let go...
My thoughts were devouring by my conscious, savagely eating my mind. Taking one long ragged breath, my head slowly slipped under the nerve bitingly freezing water, My skin feeling like needles were pricking into the soft flesh. I could hear the echo of my noise under the surface, clanging when my belt scraped the bottom.
My thoughts began to wander, spreading through banks of memory, searching for some old faded moment, yellow and ripped at the edges.
And then it pounced on me, a memory longs since forgotten, revealed in my state. My breath started to leave me, escaping in large bubbles reflecting the images around them, surfacing with gurgle noises.
Parting my lips, my eyes seeped open, and I was faced with my own reflection, slurring and swirling as the waters surface wobbled...
(Flashback)
"What the hell are you doing! Put me down! PUT... ME... DOWN!"
"Would you shut up wench!"
My blood was boiling. A thirteen year old Inuyasha was holding me fireman style and wouldn't put me down.
"How many times have I told you not to call me that!"
A low growl escaped his lips as his response. He was hauling me to our special place in the shrine, the bone eaters well. It was what the shrine was built on, said in the feudal era that when demon bones were thrown in the deep shaft, they would disappear soon after. That how it got its name...
"NOW!"
"God damn it I can here you just fine when you don't yell!"
I gritted my teeth, grinding them against each other as I narrowed my eyes to slits. The shadow of the well house came over us as his footfalls came to a stop. Hearing as he opened the sliding door and entered the cold dank one roomed shed.
"Inuyasha..."
I spat it out at him, hoping it would somehow blackmail him to set me down. Without warning, he pulled me off his shoulder and dropped me to the ground, making the wood groan as my ass plopped on it. I gave him a mean face as I rubbed my butt in pain. He snorted at that, landing in front of me with his legs crossed.
"That's not very nice you know."
He gave a slight laugh, turning his head arrogantly and crossing his arms.
"It was the only way to shut you up..."
I finally stopped acting like an idiot, and shifted with my legs crossed in front and my hands holding me up behind my back. I had my head resting on my shoulder, staring at him intently.
"You don't have to be so rude all the time."
He met my gaze for a moment before turning his head to look down the old wood steps that led to the covered well. He merely snorted at me, and grumbled his famous "Feh,"
angering me to no end but I tried to hold it up. I knew he didn't mean anything mean about it. So I left it at that.
Pushing myself off the ground, I made my way down the rotted steps to the capped well, sliding my hand along the wooden panel covering the deep hole. It was rotted and cracked, having stooped there for decades, it had taken its toll. Pushing my palm on it, it creaked lightly.
Stopping the pressure, I smoothed my hand on a deep crevice.
Gasping quietly, I tore my hand away and brought it close to my eyes, staring at the splinter that had just penetrated my sensitive skin.
"You should be more careful."
He stated it matteroffactly. Turning my head to his direction, I know test he had been watching me the whole time. In response, I gave him a fake snooty face, scowling slightly, before hopping onto the platform and bringing my full attention to my poor finger.
"Kags! you shouldn't"
It was to late. I heard a loud crack under me as the board gave way. I gasped loudly as my head painfully collided with the lip of the well behind me. It was in slow motion, as I saw him jump and try to reach out for me, even though our distance.
And then the ceiling was my only view as the well walls came sliding from the corners of my eyes. My hands were reaching upwards as I hoped some higher being would grasp my arm. I started screaming, as I just kept falling, to a deep darkness I didn't know.
Then, I hit water, the full impact on my pack sending bolts of agony from the backlash. I began to sink, as though my body was stunned still, I just couldn't move. The water distorted my sight, I could only see little light pouring from between the broken boards.
Then I heard it, this beating radiating from somewhere bellow. Something was in there, something stirring beneath me. I could feel it consuming my senses.
Then I did, I felt the real emotion of fear. My screams cascaded from my throat, not that Inuyasha could here as I just kept drowning lower, the light slowly leaving my senses. I cried in agony, air cascaded from my nose and mouth in large mutated bubble that swam to the top, goading me to do the one thing I couldn't. I took a big intake of water, wishing it was air as I began to choke, filling my lungs with unwelcome liquid as I became to sink to unconsciousness.
I could here it coming toward me, the thumping growing louder and more distinct.
I thought I was going to die, I truly did... I felt myself wasting away to nothing. I felt my life shredding itself to bits, I felt my memory fading. I let go, in that moment I forgot my fears and let death take me. At that moment... I was no longer afraid of dying, a feeling I never could let go of. At that second, I realized how much it didn't matter, that the destruction of the world, would leave nothing but dust... that this meant a shred to none.
That my life alive or dead, would only join the void of oblivion...
And…
I liked it.
As my vision changed to a deeper blank, I reached my hand up, one more time, as if the jester would slaughter my last ties. Spreading my fingers in the last light I could compose, I stretched with all the strength I had stored, trying to grasp it as if it were some tangent object I could hold.
My eyes began to close, heavy as though with sleep, breathing in the water as though it were thick air.
I felt... so alive...
Then I had heard it, as large splash as the water around me stirred from the disturbance. I tried to comprehend as a strong hand clasped mine, dragging me upward as hands grasped me in a dead tight hold on my waist. The pain started to calm my ears as the pressure lightened. Finally after hard struggled strokes I saw the glimmering from the newly made hole above me. The surface broke around us, sliding down my scalp and my face.
I began to choke on water that had plugged my lungs, spewing out of my mouth in gallons. Coughing like crazy, scraping against my lungs and bringing tears to my eyes. Then I blacked out.
I don't remember how I made it to moldy wood floor, my next memory was Inuyasha's voice cooing to me quietly. I took in a deep ragged breath, my hand beginning to twitch as my eyes split open. The first thing I saw was Inuyasha' s fuzzy face, splitting into two images then clasping into one. He was hunch over me, his eyes closed so tight that crinkles appeared on the temples of his face.
I started coughing again uncontrollably, hacking up flem and water in the process of lifting my hand to my mouth. It stirred him, opening his eyes sluggishly, staring at me as I tried to calm my internal storm. When I finally took in a uneasy breath, he pounced me in a rough hug. Pulling me in a somewhat sitting position, my body planted between his spread out legs, he grasped me deeply, as if I was somehow the meaning of his life.
I closed my eyes shut, pathetically trying to return the embrace. His head came down from resting on top of my head to the crook of my neck, his mouth next to my ear.
"I thoughtI thought... II lost you..."
His voice was in a tone I never heard before, wavering without control, as if in need of me to be right there next to him. My only response was a slight whimper on my part, crawling up my throat to my mouth.
He only held me tighter...
(End Flashback)
My body slammed forward, gasping for much needed air. Sputtering and slurring my breathes as my hand journeyed to my pale face, masking over my eyes. The only sound in the cold dull room was my harsh breathing and the water cascading to its frozen pool around me.
My fingers began to slip down my forehead to my cheek, my other hand coming up to rest on the other. I couldn't do it, I couldn't kill myself... I couldn't... because I already had. That fateful day, I lost apart of me, strangled in the deep depths of that well, and I left it there, no longer free, it stayed in eternal darkness as we sealed the well.
That was the beginning of my darkened life, when I started drinking and doing drugs, and making out with the closest guy when Inuyasha wasn't watching. He would always tell, that spectacular nose of his always knew, and he'd start growling and go all rigid. The only word he would ask me as he turned his back on me... was an everlasting...
"Why?"
Searing through my soul with the very word muttered. My answer was never heard, my eternal voice only called out to him in utter catastrophe, screaming in whisper, cooing in my conscious in smooth words.
'I have to wake up...'
I never left, I was still there in that well, the pulsing beat grinding into my ears, the darkness flooding around me. I have never woken up, with each second I grew into a deeper sleep.
My soul was grounded in ever waking darkness...
I was dead...
The loud splattering of tears hitting my watery grave awoke me from my deep thoughts...
I didn't even know I was crying…
I couldn't stake it off anymore, emotions and tears flooding my face, distorting my features as a involuntary sob past a way through my throat. I let it go, letting everything fall to smooth liquid surface, know longer able to blink back tears. I started to shake, waves conjuring and hitting the plain tub walls, splashing noisily in annoyance.
I was so close... so close to finishing the job…
Finally when I could get myself momentarily calm, I reached down under me, my hand blindly groping for the drain plug. When succeeded, I numbly turned on the tap and pulled the knob to turn on the shower head above me. Water began to rain down on me, cold light droplets that burned the soul, drenching my already soaked hair. Taking in a deep craned breath, I slowly stood, keeping a hand steadily on the side of the wall to hold my unstable balance. As my body stretched lengthily into a straight stance, I pulled my head up lightly catching the drops on my stressed face, craning my neck as far as I was able.
After moments I lost count of, my hands came numbly to the hem of my shirt, sluggishly pulling over my head, My skirt followed soon after along with every other necessary Item till I was totally stripped head to toe, the pile of sopping clothing plopping down in the dissipating water from my previous bathing.
Streams flowed down my body, along my arms down my back and over my breasts, falling to the draining water around my ankles loudly after its journey over my contours.
I tried hard to drown everything with it, everything negative and wrong, but know matter how hard I tried I just couldn't let go, still searing my heart with its fire.
I felt like I'd never smile again.
My hands subconsciously started to smooth along my skin, over my long torso and scarred shoulder, gliding along my upper arm to hold limply onto my elbows in a humble jester as I bent my head. My battered right forearm caught my thoughts in a net, staring with squinted eyes as my attention fell to the hateful scars along my wrist to my elbow, angry scattered lines pelted along my deathly white skin.
I wasn't proud.
I made them in hard bared moments when I thought I was going to be crushed through the ground in the most horrible vulgar ways imageless. Times when I felt hell would swallow me hole. I couldn't stand those self inflicted horrid wounds, they always made me feel internally gross and dirty.
I jerked my head away, not wanting to look anymore. I just couldn't handle it anymore, pushing my palms against the tile wall, I ducked my head bellow the shower of droplets, letting one last lone tear slip down my red cheek, melding with the falling water to drop to the porcelain bath.
No longer able to hold myself, I fell to the bottom as well, my legs folding under me as I leaned my head lower, my bangs covering my troubled eyes.
Laying there as though I hit rock bottom.
I slitted my eyes to gaze at the standing water, my fingers nimbly coming down to swish within it, stirring whatever scum that floated upon it.
I mumbled it... that... one... word, asking in desperation for something to save me, holding it tightly to me as soon as the word past through my lips, sinking dead to drown in the drain along with the ugly water. Scattering to a oblivion of nothing.
"Why?"
My answer never came...
Yay! next chapter, (I feel so smart). The next update might take a while I don't know, most probably a week or two. Thanks to those who reviewed, I'm happy you took the time to read my sucky story!
Here's my responses:
Black Haru: Thanks, I'm glad you liked it, sorry I made you sad though...
Lyn: cool, you think its good?
Silent Bloody Tears: You really like it that much? I thought it was kinda dry, I'm not the best writer.
xxXDarkSlayerXxx: Sorry i confused you so much, I sometimes have a hard time getting things out right.
1.The Inuyasha and Kikyo thing, I don't really know how to explain it yet, i kinda figure things out along the way, Inuyasha just started dating Kikyo for reasons Kagome didn't know.
2. After Inuyasha started dating Kikyo a couple months back, there friendship began to crumble. He started to shift away from her, and just the way there lives are, it ground things to pieces and Kagome didn't want to live with it, so she tried to break her ties and move on, wich wasn't smart...
3. When I talk about sex, I mean the some hard one on one action. To make the answer simpler, no they definantly didn't stop.
Sinobi-chan: I will continue, I was just blackmailing people to review me, though I might have done it... Anyway to answer your question, They most probably will become friends by the end, it depends on how the story leads me.
Midnight-Shadow-385: Hi! I know , I'm so proud of myself, I came so close to not telling you, but i suck at lying. Yeah I probably will put them together, but I'm not gonna tell you that info. I thought that over already, I was just blackmailing people to review me, I'm smart ain't I? Thanks for becoming my beta, I needed a second opinion. Anyway see you at school!
