Ray Ludi Crous here! P Heyahh! What's this? A fic? YEAH! AND GUESS WHAT? I WILL BE WRITING THE WHOLE THING! YEP! NO HELP WHATSOEVER FROM THE AMAZING RIDI KOH LOUS! HA! Hope you enjoy it!
Summary- He had everything a guy wants: boundless popularity, so much richness & girls swooning after him. She had many things NOBODY wants: mortal sickness, list of several phobias & death coming for her. When their lives collide, he realizes he has everything BUT love... Too bad her life is limited. HAPPY BDAY RIDI KOH LOUS!
Pairing- SURPRISE!
Warning- perhaps some oocness... yeah...
Dedication- HAPPY BIRTHDAY to my best friend, IAN (a.k.a: Ridi Koh Lous), she who had to suffer my so-called wrath for... nearly 10 fucking years! Honestly, I don't know what I could do without her. And I seriously don't know what I did to have her in my crappy little life. We might've fought (only once) during our best-friendship and we might've disagreed on a few things in the past (or argued pointlessly... in a good fun way), but now that I think about it, those moments only strengthen our bond. She was there to cheer me up, to be honest, listen to my problems and support me in whatever I did! Come to think of it, she offered help in my up coming DearkaxMiriallia fic (not sure if it'll be posted)... EVEN IF SHE'S TOTALLY AGAINTS THE PAIRING! ) thank you, Ian for everything, and once again... HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
Note to Ian (only she will understand)- Hoy! Ian! HAPPY BIRTHDAY! Ok, ok, I know I said it many times already... but I really mean it. You might not like your bday, or you might think you're nothing else but a mistake, an "oops", but I'm certainly glad you were born! ) So here you go, I claimed this very special pairing for you. At the very top of the "TxS" mountain, for you, I climed it and placed your flag, which stands proudly on its summit, and mines just under it. In other words, I am not this pairing's claimer, you are. (Oh God, don't I sound so CORNY right now?) So... are you still gonna call it Eggy... or Egg-something? Lol! Enjoy, ading! This story is yours.
Last Entries of a Dying Girl
Chapter 1: I'm dying
May 5th 2005, 8:30pm
Dear Diary,
My life sucks... and it started a few weeks ago. At first, I had a major headache. It couldn't stop growing and growing until I finally burst and screamed like a mad-woman in the middle of the cafeteria, causing everyone's attention to turn to me.
Then, I was brought to the doctor's and I find out there's something literally wrong with my brain and that one day (God knows when), it'll burst a tiny whole somewhere. And when that unfortunate day will come, blood will spill out internally and eventually... I die.
And now, because of this illness, I'm forced to travel across the pacific ocean, leaving my best friends behind... NEXT WEEK!
I can't believe it! I don't want to leave them! I want to stay in Canada! My friends need me back there! And I need them too! But I know there's no way convincing my parents to stay...
God, I'm going to all of them. Goki, Jim, Kane... especially Kane. And who knows, I'm might never see them again.
ARGH! Diary, do you know WHY I'm going to Japan? Because I have to meet up with this doctor who just might know how to cure me. Keyword: might. He's not sure if the operation will work. If it does, though, I will be the first person ever to live through that illness.
The first person ever... that'll be nice...
But what I hope for... is to live.
-Salima, the dying girl.
My name's Salima. I'm just your little 16 years old teenager with that little girl next-door image. I reside in Canada, living in some small mansion. I'm rich, yes, but defiantly not spoiled. I'm actually shy and sweet... well, that's what people usually say about me. Anyway, my dad's the president of a car company and my mom owns many chains of hotel. They may always be busy, but I'm surely not lonely. I have my best friends who are practically by my side 24/7: Kane, Jim and Goki.
Unfortunately, I'm forced to leave them behind... and I might never see them again. But you already know why... if you read the entry just above.
Anyway, my parents have an old friend in Japan who generously agreed to keep me under their wings during my stay. And I heard they have a son my age. Hopefully, if we'll get along, I might not be so lonely.
The limo I rode in heaved to a stop. The door was pulled open by a butler. I stepped out of the long car and took a good look at what stood before me. A mansion. A very big and beautiful mansion. It even made stare in awe until the butler snapped me back to reality by barking at the maids to grab my luggage.
"My name's James and I were assigned to be your butler until the end of your stay." He told me. James was a pretty tall; the tip of my hair reached only up to his shoulders. Old? No. Looks like he's still in his mid-adulthood. And his voice, it was strong and firm, but held no emotion whatsoever. He looked more like a bodyguard than a butler, though.
"Follow me." James said as I nodded and did as I was told.
The double doors burst open and I entered the mansion right after he did. Lately, there's only one thing I can say about this place: ... WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAH HA! And in bold letters too!
The interior was just as nice as outside, perhaps even slightly nicer. And to think, the exterior was really striking: angel fountains, roses, cherry blossom trees, etc. There were even... butterflies... flying around.
Though, I still can't believe at how amazed I am about this place. I've been too hundreds of breath-taking mansions, yet I seem so... excited, like I've never been into one before. AND I SURELY HAVE BEEN IN ONE! Heck, I live in a mansion.
"Hello." a soft voice echoed through-out the hall.
"Huh?" Where was that voice from? I do not know. So I did what people commonly do: look around for the speaker. And I found her. At the top of the stairs, a really pretty –no, beautiful lady, mid-thirty's, made her way down towards me. Her hair was silky and a nice shade of orange-red, and her eyes, on the other hand, stunningly shun in a nice onyx color.
Once she reached the bottom, right next to me, the lady gave me a genuine smile, which I returned.
"You must be Salima, Daniel's and Susan's daughter." She said in such a soft voice. "I'm an old friend of theirs. And welcome to Japan!"
"Thank you, Mrs.-"
"Oh, no need the formalities." She interrupted. "I hate it. Just call me by my name: Jennilynn... or better yet, Jen!"
I smiled once again. It's just that I never met an adult who hated formalities before.
"Now, James here will show you to your room. Your butler back in Canada told me you wanted to arrange your own things. So I told the maids to leave you alone so you may unpack your belongings, is that fine with you?"
"Yes, ma'am."
And with that, I followed James up the staircase but stopped when I heard Jen call out my name.
"Yes?" I questioned.
"Never EVER call me ma'am again! Nor will you call me miss, mrs., mistress, or anything else that starts with M!"
Letting out a little chuckle, I replied: "Okay, ma'a- I mean Jen."
5:30
It's been over 3 hours since my arrival and a while after I was done unloading my luggage. Flopping down on my bed, I absent-mindedly stared at the ceiling and random thoughts race through my brain...
My brain, such a fragile thing. When I found out I had brain hemmer age was the biggest shock of my life, my tiny little soon-ending life. It was a normal day at school... but suddenly, during lunch time, I felt a pang in the side of my head, as if a bullet pierced trough. I yelled at the top of my lungs, of course. Everyone in the cafeteria just stared at me. Some thought I was mental; some were in shock at the loud cry I made out of the blue; while others began to worry.
No one worried more than my best friend Kane. For a millisecond, he only looked at me in horror, but took action right away. He yelled and ordered at the teacher to call and ambulance- which was rather un-Kane-like... for the screaming-at-the-teachers part at least.
Later that day, I calmed down and pain stopped, thankfully. That's when the doctor revealed to me my illness. For days, I cried about it, I was depressed... but Kane was there by my side, even during the revelation. He was there to cheer me up and to stop me from falling any further. He would come early in the morning and leave late at night to make sure I was okay.
I have to admit, I do have a crush on him. But I know that he'll never like me that way. I'm his best-friend, nothing more, nothing less. Our friendship will ALWAYS stay platonic.
Always...
Knock
Knock
"Come in!" I called out clearly.
I heard the door open and shut back close, but no movement whatsoever afterwards. Presuming the person just knocked my door for fun, opened it to see the newcomer and just left, I continued staring up the ceiling.
Ahh, the ceiling. To be honest, there's nothing interesting about it... however since there's nothing to do around here, I might as well study every inch of it.
Unexpectedly, I heard someone clear their throat, causing me to snap back to reality and shoot myself up. Looking around my spacious new room, I saw a boy. He did nothing but stare at me, so I did the greetings.
"Err... hi."
"Hello." He said with such a soft smile on his face.
I observed the boy from head to toe. His clothing asset was rather... strange... to me at least... it resembled the uniform of a scientist. And his thick orange hair spiked in many directions. That shade of orange resembles Jen's hair color so much... except it seems a little bit lighter. Hmm... I wonder...
"Are you Jen's son?" I inquired. He has to be Jen's son, that boy my mom told me about. I'm sure of it, 110! For God's sake, they have the same nose and their soft smiles match!
He nodded his. HA! TOLD YOU SO! "I'm Brooklyn. Are you Salima?"
"Yes." I nodded my head. Silence then filled the room; I stood there, staring at the floor, and he never took his eyes off me.
C'mon Salima! Think! Just say something! Ask a question! Any question!
"What are you doing here?" Wow, smooth, real smooth of I. "Oh no! I didn't mean it that way! I just... well, since you're here and all... I... erm... you know... uh... just-"
I suddenly silenced when I felt something light placed itself on my lips. A finger. Brooklyn's index finger. I blinked, staring at him, who was smiling once again.
"Shh... its okay, I understand." He retrieved his hand. "Hey, you know what? Your lips are soft."
I sweat dropped... and somewhat blushed. Yeah, imagine doing both those actions in the same time.
"Anyway," The orange-head continued, still keeping me under his watch. "Mom asked me to show you around this place before going down for dinner."
"Sure, I'd love that." I replied with a smile, before we both left my room.
Sunday, May 13th 2005, 10:30pm
Dear Diary,
I just arrived in Japan today, around 2:00... Well, 2:00 in Japan's time zone. I'm not quite sure what the hour back at home is. But that's the least of my worries. What I really should be worried about is myself.
I have an appointment with the doctor sometime next week. Though, I still don't know what his name is... but, bleh, whatever.
Anyway, I met mom and dad's old friend today: Jennilynn. I like her. She's nice. And I can't believe she and my parents were friends when they were younger. Jen's so... anti-formal. She acts about 20 years younger than what she is. Woosh, don't forget she seems to be the exact opposite of my parents. (As for her husband, he's in a business trip at the moment.)
Then, afterwards, I met her son Brooklyn. At first, we weren't really... urr... open. The first 3 hours of our meeting was filled with complete and uncomfortable silences. A few comments now and them, but our conversations lasted no longer than 5 minutes. But then, after dinner, we started talking about random things and we end up finding out we have so much stuffs in common.
my first friend in Japan! Okay, so he may not label me as a friend yet... but that doesn't mean I can't call him that.
By the way, he's in the garden right now. He said something about accompanying the fireflies... True, Brooklyn may be strange in way... but he's still nice and fun to be around with.
I hope I'll meet people like him around here.
-Salima
There you have it! Sorry if it was boring... but I'm sure the other chapters will be much, much more interesting! ) Anyway, I was just wondering if anyone knows what Salima's and Brooklyn's family names are. If you do, please, oh please, tell me! puppy eyes ehehe... and NO! They are NOT the main pairing of this fic... neither will it be Rei nor Kane. It's someone... unexpected. No, it's not Kai. Just, some one else... and I'm not telling you... yet P
Oh, by the way, GREET IAN (RIDI KOH LOUS) A HAPPY BIRTHDAY! ...Please?