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Recap: I heard him begin to sing . . . it was a soft tone and it was comforting, like a lullaby a mother would sing. I recognized it from somewhere–I knew I had heard it before. From where I could not remember, but it was hard enough to keep my mind awake already.

I gave in to the temptation of the slumber.


Onegai
Chapter 10 - Blossoming Treetops

I awoke in a new place, surrounded by blue–blue curtains, blue carpet, blue paint, blue bordered wallpaper, blue floorboards, and even blue furniture. I turned over on my side to see that I was in a new bed, and had been changed into different clothes. Remembering that the boy with the scar was who brought me here, I wondered if he had changed me and if he had, how he had done so. I was always worrying about men and their tendencies, seeing as how they treated women in the world didn't impress me much. I decided to ignore it for the time being and to bring it up later; for now, I just wanted to look outside.

Opening the window, I gazed at my new environment. The birds sang in the trees, consisting of pine, maple, elm, sassafras, and even a few randomly placed buckeyes. Squirrels were abundant and were most frequently grey and black, along with some chipmunks and mice scurrying along the forest floor. Looking upward, hawks could be seen soaring overhead as vultures circled around their newest find. No remnants of human pollution could be found–not even a road. The wind blew graciously, causing the leaves to rustle about and the birds to dance on the gusts of air, moving fondly from one tree to the next, singing as they went. I spotted a deer approaching the building I now resided in, its ears relaxed and its body language mellow. Behind it, a little ways in, a creek could be seen rushing past and smashing the rocks, causing an appearance of small rapids.

"Hello? Legna, are you up?"

This new sound startled me as I jumped and spun around, walking over to my door. It was strange to me, looking like a piece of paper with sticks running through it. It looked like it slid open, and just as I was about to try and see if I was right, the boy proved it. As he looked at my bewildered expression, he smiled heartily and held out a tray of food. I realized I was starving as I quickly stole the food from his hands and knelt on the floor, munching greedily on the rice in the bowl before turning and starting on what looked like a salad.

"Wow, aren't you hungry . . ." the boy giggled sheepishly as he sat across from me, watching my every move. This made me a bit uncomfortable as I fidgeted a little before downing whatever was in the cup and looking up at him.

"Thank you," I whispered lightly, unable to think of anything better to say, "for everything."

His eyes laughed at me as he brought his hand up to my face and poked my nose foolishly before bringing himself to his feet and offering to help me. "You worry too much. It's not like I didn't already know you hated it in that hell-hole." He laughed audibly this time before pulling me to my feet, making me float a little before landing on both feet.

"Wait a second," I said, startled, realizing something wasn't right, "Where's my cast?"

He looked a little confused, then just shrugged stupidly before awkwardly looking down the hall blankly. "It's gone," I heard him say softly, still staring out into the endless space that was the hall. He looked upwards before continuing, "He made me take it off."

"Who?" I asked, dumbfounded, "How long was I asleep?"

"Oh," he said, looking towards me and grinning, "I'm sorry. I sort-of drifted away for a second there," he took my hand warmly in his, "Nobody, forget I said anything. C'mon, let's go for a walk!"

I stared at him for a second. This request was absurd, seeing as how I had just gotten up to discover entirely different surroundings and an entirely new environment than what I had been used to. After seeing how happy he had been at the request made me change my mind, grabbing for my old clothes, "Let me change. I'll meet you–wait, just wait for me. I'll be out in a few minutes." I inspected the door before grabbing it and trying to slide it as he did, but was unsuccessful. Sighing, I added, "Please shut the door." He complied to my simple request while doing that girlish tittering that had become his trademark to me.

As I slid out of the robe I had been dressed in, I looked around the blue room. Only one thing didn't fit the rest of the backdrop, and that was a flower sitting on the stand next to the bed. After throwing on my oversized tee shirt, I walked over to it and picked it up. "Ow!" I yelped as I watched a little blood trickle out of the new wound on my index finger. The culprit was a single thorn, embedded in the stem and now stained with my blood.

"Legna? Is everything all right in there?" I heard him call from outside.

"Yes," I said slowly with as little panic as I could in my voice, "I'm fine." Finding a thin piece of cloth, I ripped a shred and wrapped it around my finger, closing it with a knot, before throwing on my jeans and strolling up to the door. "Um . . . out?" I said goofily, waiting to see if he would understand.

"Okay," he spoke before the door flew open. He was still dressed in the same manner, only his hair was not tied back and hung down to about his hips, straight as a board but still lively as it bounced on his body. This boy didn't look like any of the others I had ever seen, he looked more–womanly. It surprised me but I found it oddly refreshing and welcoming as he took my hand and practically dragged me out of the small home.

The porch was amazing. It looked like a balcony that wrapped around the entire house, which happened to be only one floor. There were doors everywhere that seemed to lead into every room imaginable. One thing made me wonder a bit, and that was where the rose petals came from. There were rose petals all around the house, but not a single rose bush to be found. Bending down, I picked one up and held it in the palm of my hand, looking at it closely before the wind plucked it from me and sent it for a journey through the tree crests.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" said the boy, actually sounding serious for one of the first times I had ever known. Looking sad, he watched the petal with me as it drifted away.

After it was out of sight range, I looked back at my rescuer and smiled lightly. He looked at me in disgust as he took his thumbs to my cheeks and pulled upwards, making my lips make a shape that could only be known as the most painful smirk ever. "That's better!" he exclaimed, laughing and retracting his hands from my aching face. As I rubbed them to lower the suffering, I tried to strike up a decent conversation.

"So–you know my name but I don't know yours," I stated directly, looking straight at my immature, feminine associate.

I wasn't surprised to hear him make that trademark throat noise, but he did answer my question with a quick, "I'm Eimin. Call me Death."

Completely in shock at this response, I fell backwards onto my hands and backside, landing with a loud 'thud' on the nicely sanded wood. "That's," I started slowly, but couldn't find myself able to finish. I didn't need to.

"–an interesting thing to call yourself? Yes, I know. Don't think twice about it," he said, pulling me up and catching me in midair as I flew forward from the force, "Now come on! I want to walk to the creek and this is the first time in a while I've had someone to walk with." He looked at me gayly before solemnly questioning, "unless you don't–want to–"

"No, no," I retorted, "I do. Really. It's just that we just met and I don't know you and–"

"–you don't trust me?" he finished for me. I felt awful at admitting it, but I wasn't a very trusting person to begin with, and now a strange boy calling himself Death kidnapped me from the hospital, took me to a place I had never even been to before, and was asking me to take a walk in the woods with him unaccompanied. I was more than anxious. All kinds of scary thoughts entered my mind before, "Don't worry," interrupted them abruptly with a following, "You can trust me." I suppose he saw the disbelief in my eyes because he added an extra, "Don't forget who sheltered who."

Just as he finished, I thought of something peculiar.

"Hey Death–" I asked slowly, thinking about how I was going to word my inquiry, "Why did you save me?"


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Yes. Another chapter .

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I think this one came out pretty darn good. But that's just me. :D I don't care if it's shorter or not, I thought it was nice :P Kind-of getting a little thicker in the plot. ::nod:: Enjoy!