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Bleeding Tears
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Chapter Nine
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"Well...what happens if I see our blade...shattered...?" Zen asked hesitantly.
Akuma's eyes snapped to hers. "How long ago did you have this dream?" He demanded.
She winced at his sudden hard tone, and stammered "A-about th-th-three days a-a-ago..."
"Why didn't you tell me about it sooner?" He growled. She trembled, eyes wide, and he sighed. "Sorry, its just...you always were the one to get bad omens...you were the one that predicted both our deaths, Zen..."
"What!" She cried, eyes growing even wider.
"Life would be so much easier if you had your memories..." He whispered.
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"Ry, Ry, wake up!"
"H-huh?"
"We're in Russia. We have to go. Or should I carry you?"
She could almost sense his smirk. "Fine..." She murmured. "Just don't whack my head on anything."
Okay, now she could sense his smirk.
"...piggy back. So you can't grope." She opened her eye a crack to see his disappointed look. She giggled slightly, slipping out of her seat. She yawned, then poked him. "Turn around." He sighed and obeyed, and she climbed onto his back and almost immediately fell asleep again.
"...thank God she didn't bring any carry-ons." Michael muttered, following Judy down the narrow hall and off the plane.
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Shiryou woke up again at around noon, with bright sunlight shining across her bed.
Wait, bed?
When did she—oh yeah. She mumbled something incoherent under her breath; she slipped out of bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She was still in her pale pink button-down-shirt and black cargos—thank god, that meant no one, possibly Michael, had changed her—and her braid was coming loose. Strands of hair were falling in her face, so she brushed them away and looked around the hotel room. There were two beds, but the one she hadn't been on was made and unused. Her suitcase sat on it. Ry yawned and wandered over to the bathroom, walking inside. After she glanced around, she yawned again before shedding her clothes and stepping into the tub.
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Michael was lying on his bed, playing Legend of Legaia on the PS1 he'd hooked up to the room TV, when he heard the shower in the next room start. "Huh, Ry's finally up." He muttered absently to himself, tapping a button so Noa killed a Gimard and ending the battle. He yawned, rubbing his eye.
'You're going to go blind after a while if you keep playing on that thing all the time.' He heard a voice state somewhere in his mind.
'Shut up.'
'What if I don't want to?'
'Shut up.'
'Go get a snack. Stop playing for a while. It'll be good for your eyes.'
'...shut up.'
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Authoress' Rant
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TR: Sorry for such a short chapter.The next one will...hopefully...be longer.
...I'm carefully typing allthis with my bad hand while eating pizza. (yawns)
Cynical.life: Replies to a) Thank you! I actually didn't mean to put two and a half songs all in a row, but anyway (shrugs) MCR rocks. b) I know exactly what you mean. Theres a couple (coughdozencough) girls in just one of my classes that are the 'preppy cheerleader who dates someone off the basketball/football/other team' type of girl. It bugs me to NO end. I'm an outcast cause I'm publicly bi. But I don't give a shit. c) Very creepy. But...I was triplets! My friend Jill and my friend Thomas...we're so alike. But me and Thomas are SO alike. We even like/dislike the same things. Same pizza, same taste in stories, same subway subs. Everything.
It's horrifying.
Kuro: Nice. Don't worry, if you were insane, you'd be worse than me. Since I suffer from mild schizophrenia (points to invisible monkey in corner) and I act VERY bipolar at times.
...enough about my mental problems (I actually do have schizo, according to a stupid skeptic friend. So what if I've seen a ghost?).
And thank you, it took me a while to decide who to pair Ry up with. Though I'm still—wait, if I say that it'll give spoilers. No spoilers, no spoilers! Anyway, I hate Emily. So I make her ignored.
Oh, by the way, I love Bakura and Atemu's Drunken Adventures. Reminds me of the time my brother got super-drunk on his nineteenth birthday and was moaning and groaning about his super-hangover all week. Moron drank like three...or eight or twelve...shots of some unknown alcohol in one hour -.-;
...now, lets all enjoy the dancing kirbies...
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