This chapter is insanely long, so it's broken down into parts. XD And I have no excuse for being so late in writing this, so please forgive me.
Chapter 12
My Crimson Angel
Part 1
Unconscious
((Satoshi's POV))
I had to admit, he was right. If I didn't regret, if I felt nothing; then I would be free. But I had to have feelings; I wouldn't be human without them. "I live without feelings. It's not impossible." He's got a point there… No! I have to keep my feelings!
"For what? So that you can go through all the pain again when Riku's funeral happens? So that you can hate yourself when the Niwa hates you for it? So that you can feel jealousy when he finds a new girlfriend? It makes no sense. Why would you want feelings?
He's right. Feelings make no sense. Why did I think that they would make me happy? It's not as if I could ever have Niwa-kun anyway. I have to bribe the staff before anyone is told. I don't need to go to court about this.
((Krad's POV))
What did I accomplish with that? He's no longer a good toy, and I don't feel smug satisfaction, the way I should. In fact, I feel a bit remorseful. No, that's not right. I never regret my actions. Never. Right?
((Daisuke's POV))
Though Dark was going as fast as he can, I don't think he was taking me seriously when I said that we needed to get there as fast as possible. "Dark, go faster! If he listens to Krad…"
Shut up! I'm trying! Now he's just ticked off at me. Great. We came in a full circle. He was nowhere.
Dark headed back to the hospital. Though I knew I was deceiving myself, it almost seemed as if Dark was sad. About 'Creepy Boy'. Just as we landed outside the hospital, we saw Satoshi walk out of the hospital. His eyes were cold and distant. Dark walked up to him, and changed back.
I collapsed instantly from the pain crying out. Satoshi didn't even look at me. I reached out and grabbed his pant leg. "Satoshi…" I whispered as loudly as I could; just loud enough for him to notice me. He looked down at me, glaring.
"If you tell anyone…" It was a threat, and we both knew it. I was too late. He was gone.
"I won't." I said quietly. He raised an eyebrow. "It's not your fault. It was because you lo—"
"No, I don't." he said coldly, still looking down at me. "I did then, but emotions are a pain. I know that now, and it's a lesson you'd be better off learning as well." My eyes widened.
"Iie!" I cried. I felt a stream of blood run down my throat, and I coughed violently. "You have to have feelings." I whispered hoarsely, though I was trying to yell. "You have—" I started choking on my blood again.
He yanked his leg away from me and started to walk away. "Don't love me. I'm a murderer, not the mere boy you loved. I can't return those fickle feelings, only to be abandoned and go though the jealousy again. Even if you love me now, how long will that last? A month? A year? The longer this… this play goes on, the more it will hurt when you walk away again. If I kept my feelings, I wouldn't be able to deal with that. That's why. Get out of my life, baka." The whole speech was said in a low, spiteful whisper. It was as if he would kill me, too.
But I wouldn't mind. If it was him, and it made him happy, I would be okay with that. I just couldn't let him live this lie.
"No." I was crying freely. "I would never give you up." I coughed for a few moments, trying to clear the blood from my mouth. "I can't…" I coughed again. "I can't let you live this lie." Blood splattered the sidewalk from my torn throat, mingling with the tears, of pain both physical and mental. "Even if I die," More blood dripped from my mouth. A fly landed in the puddle, drinking the liquid that kept me alive. "I want you to be you, not a machine." More tears and blood fell, joining what was already there. The fly left.
He walked over to me. "Pathetic." He said. "Your life should be the first on your mind, idiot." He stepped on my still out stretched fingers, causing me to moan in pain.
((Risa's POV))
"What do you mean, she's dying!" I shouted. There had to be a mistake! Riku isn't going to die.
"I'm sorry, Miss. Your sister is in critical condition." he said softly.
"Then do something about it! If she dies…" I started sobbing. "If she dies…" I just cried. In the middle of the floor on the waiting room, in front of everyone, I cried. Under any other circumstances, I would have been embarrassed, but Riku was dying!
I don't know how long I was there, or whether or not I fell asleep, but some time later, a second nurse came out. "Miss," she whispered. "Miss," I looked up at her, not caring about whatever it was. If she was dead…
"Miss, your sister is getting better. We think she'll pull through." I stared at her for a minute. Then I smiled and flung my arms around her. "Arigatou!" I was crying with joy, now. "Arigatou!"
The whole class was cheering. She might annoy a lot of people, but no one wanted her to die.
Daisuke was completely forgotten, until a few moments later.
((Satoshi's POV))
Miserable brat. He'd never learn, would he? I stepped on his fingers, hoping against hope he would learn I didn't care. He let out a moan, and coughed up more blood, perhaps not all from his throat, now. Memories came, unbidden, flashing through my mind. I tried to stop them; the emotion that came with them, but they flooded over me.
He was feeling his thigh, almost as if he was teasing me. He moaned and stopped. I looked down and tried to think of something other than him making that same noise below me. Something other than my hand on those feminine thighs.
He was sitting in the middle of the woods, licking a wounded leg as an animal would.
He licked my cheek. I stumbled backwards onto the bed. "Daisuke! What are you doing!"
"Satosi is bleeding. Daisuki wants to help." I could never get used to him calling himself Daisuki, or the strange habits he had picked up.
Then he kissed me. I didn't think. I kissed him back hungrily, craving more of the sweet lips that teased me in my dreams. Though I was quite sure he had no clue what he was doing, he was good.
He kissed me. Without giving myself permission to, I kissed back, embracing the smaller figure on the bed.
"Daisuke…" I whispered. Damn! He was going to die, if this kept up! I knelt down and picked him up. I didn't care who he went out with after this! I wasn't going to let him die!
I wiped the blood from him mouth before running into the building that stood only a short distance away. "God dammit, Daisuke, there's never been a person on the face of this Earth that can turn me on so easily!"
He smiled and blushed. When he opened his mouth to speak, I put a finger over his lips. "Hush. Your throat is already torn up as it is."
We arrived in the waiting room to see everyone cheering or crying. Something good had happened? Then, Risa saw me. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK!" she screamed. They turned to look at me. "Daisuke! You're… You're bleeding!" Gee, you think?
A nurse came in, and motioned me to go with her. I was escorted to an emergency room, where Daisuke was taken away from me. A swarm of doctors surrounded him, blocking him from my vision. I heard small tools, and occasionally saw small tools, but after a while, I stopped watching Daisuke and started watching his heartbeat on that machine.
His heartbeat was anything but steady and regular, but it was there, no matter how erratic it was. I was comforted by it's movement, and soon fell asleep.
I was, and was not, myself. I was standing there, on nothing, and Daisuke was a short distance away, sitting and looking up at me with terrible fear. There was a knife at his throat.
I looked around for whoever held the knife, ready to kill them, only to realize that I was the one holding the offending object. My eyes widened. Why was this happening? I smirked and said something to the effect of winning, and dug the knife into him neck, killing him.
Me? It couldn't be me! I would never! I couldn't kill… But I already had. I killed Riku, and I killed Daisuke, now, too.
((Riku's POV))
When I woke up, I hurt. No other way to describe it. Every inch of me, hurt. I winced, and opened one eye. A hospital. I was in a hospital.
A nurse hushed over. "You're awake!" she seemed happy, though the pain definitely indicated that being awake was a bad thing. "We were so worried that you wouldn't pull through! Thank goodness!" I smiled, and spoke. "It hurts…" She left, and came back with a needle.
"No!" I said. I hate needles. I can live with the pain, if the needle goes away! I tensed, and tried to back away. "Itai!" Damn! Oh, shit, I HATE needles! "No! No needles!" She put a finger to my lips, and I glared at her.
"There." she said. Huh? "That wasn't so bad, was it?" It's over? She didn't really needle me, did she? But she must have, I can feel my arm going numb. I smiled weakly in apology. I must have seemed pathetic.
Soon, all but my head was numb. She left, and came back with a tray of food, this time. She fed me, much to my embarrassment, but it was good food, and I was hungry, so I ate it.
"Do you want to know the circumstances now or later?" Circumstances? What? I would be back to normal, right? Seeing the panicked look on my face, she smiled and stood up.
"It's okay. We'll tell you when you're ready." she walked to the door. "I'll be back later, okay?" she left. Despite everything, she was a nice lady.
Part 2
Awake
((Daisuke's POV))
I don't know how long I was unconscious, after that. It must have been a long time. When I woke up, I was only slightly sore, and extremely hungry. I flickered my eyes open.
"Daisuke!" "Satoshi?" "You're awake!" "Yeah, it's Satoshi. Wait, that can't be Satoshi. He's smiling. It looks really nice…" I frowned slightly.
"You're smiling." I said, trying to take it in. "You're not Satoshi. You're smiling." Satoshi doesn't smile. He smirks… But never, ever smiles.
He almost laughed. Now I was certain he wasn't Satoshi. "Yes I am. I've been barely eating, and only sleeping by accident for well over a week, and now my crimson angel is awake!"
I blinked. "His? Am I really allowed to be his?" "Yours?" I asked. He looked down.
"If you want to be…"
I smiled widely. "Of course I want to!" I exclaimed. I threw my arms around him. I realized with joy that it no longer hurt to move.
"How long was I out, anyway?" I asked.
"Nine days, thirteen hours, and forty-eight minutes." He replied. I gaped. "I've deprived him of sleep for that long? And I had gone without food for over a week?"
"Are you okay?" I asked him. Now that I really looked at him, he had black smudges under his eyes, and he looked even thinner than normal. And that's saying a lot.
"Yeah, I'm fine." He replied, looking down at me with adoration. To my embarrassment, my stomach chose that moment to complain, loudly. "Do you want something to eat?" he asked.
I nodded, blushing. He smiled. I realized that the hunger I had seen in his eyes before was now replaced with a contentment that I had never seen there before. "Am I really that great?"
He's been trying to get you into his bed for over a year, now. Of course he's happy.
"Dark! It's not—" Wait? If I'm dating someone now, shouldn't Dark be gone?
No, I disappear if you get together with your Sacred Maiden. Satoshi isn't a girl, and the Sacred Maiden is the first girl you fall for, Risa, for you. So I guess I'm here to stay.
I sighed. I had looked forward to getting rid of him. Hey! Are you saying that you won't miss me when I move on?
"No, I will. But I don't like the prospect of sharing a body with you until I get together with someone and have a kid! And that might not happen, seeing as I intend to stay with Satoshi!"
Damn! I was looking forward to getting your kid, too!
"Hey!"
"Daisuke?"
"Ah!" I looked up at Satoshi. "Gomen, Dark was bugging me." Dark glared at me. I ignored him. I took the tray from Satoshi and started eating ravenously. I didn't really look at what I was eating. I could have been eating frogs' legs or pigs' eyes and not cared. It was food, and I was hungry.
When I was finished both the food and the glass of… something I hadn't really looked at, Satoshi smiled lightly and put the tray aside. "He's smiling again! What's going on?"
…
He leaned forward slightly. I subconsciously leaned towards him, too. Then, just as our noses touched, Risa came in, pushing Riku, who was on a wheelchair.
"Riku?" The moment was gone as I switched my attention to Riku. "You're alive!" I cried joyously. She smiled.
"Gomen nassai," Satoshi said. "I should not have done such a thing." I realized that she had been tense only when she started to relax. Satoshi meant every word of it, and regretted what he had done.
Risa was uncomfortable with the strange atmosphere. I guessed that she hadn't been told. It was for the better. "We brought you a present!" Risa exclaimed. I smiled. Presents were always good.
She handed me a small box. Upon opening it, I found a top-of-the-line dark chocolate bar, and a small card. "Ah!" I sighed happily. "Chocolate! Arigatou!" I started to open the card, but stopped at a miniscule headshake from Riku.
They started babbling, relating everything that had happened to them. It was annoying, but I listened. Sort of. Enough to nod when I was supposed to. Okay, so I was actually fantasizing about where we'd be now if they hadn't come. Oh well, at least they're alive.
Appearantly, Riku might be able to get out of the wheelchair later, but she would have to stay in it for at least a year. A small price for her life. And for Satoshi's conscience. I knew him well enough to know that he would never forgive himself for killing her, even if he had wanted to for ages. I wasn't alone in disliking them. And I don't think he would have liked them even if he hadn't been jealous of them.
Finally, they started to leave. I say 'started', because they said goodbye about ten times to each of us. Fifteen minutes later, they were finally gone. And I had chocolate.
As well as an idea.
Part 3
Chocolate and Stew
((Satoshi's POV))
I was going to start where we left off, but Daisuke picked up the chocolate. Whatever. I could wait for him to eat the chocolate. Or so I thought.
Daisuke broke of three pieces, and grinned evilly. That's when I knew something was wrong. He took a miniscule bite from the corner, and proceeded to dissolve it gently with his tongue. It didn't take very long, but he paid every drop of attention he had to the chocolate. And that he was licking it sensually wasn't helping maters. My pants became too small, quickly.
After what seemed as long as the flight to the hot springs, the chocolate was gone. Well, most of it. A whole lot melted on his fingers.
I grinned. He would pay for that. I picked up the hand he had eaten the chocolate with. He looked up at me. He knew what he had done, but he had no clue what I was doing. I licked his finger lightly, tasting the chocolate.
"If you wanted some, you should have told me!" he exclaimed, starting to get flustered. I smiled. Should I? "I would have save—" I should. I started sucking on his finger, drawing out a surprised gasp. I smirked as he bit his lip to hide a moan.
"You look more delicious than any chocolate could ever be." He turned bright red. I smirked.
Once all the delicious chocolate was gone from that finger, I moved on to the next finger. The chocolate was good, and his squirming definitely turned me on, but I could think of better things. His lips, for example, tasted better than the chocolate ever would.
As I cleaned his fingers, I noted with satisfaction that he was also having troubles with his pants. And a few moans had escaped through his lips, now. His face was at least three shades darker than his hair, now.
When I remove my mouth from his hand, he looks more than a little dismayed. I noted happily that there was chocolate on his lips, too. Well that wouldn't do. I leaned towards him. He opened his lips. He seemed to have liked me for much longer than he would ever admit.
I debated not teasing him briefly, and came to the obvious conclusion: I couldn't pass up an opportunity like that. I came within millimeters of kissing him, but instead licked his lips teasingly, seductively.
"Don't tea—" I licked his tongue briefly, receiving a strange mix between a gasp and a moan.
"Don't talk." I whispered. I licked his lips for a minute or so longer, during which time he tried to kiss me multiple times, but I evaded him each time, teasing. I would have teased longer, when he leaned back onto the bed, indicating that he might not want to be a virgin much longer…
I leaned over him, giving in to both our wishes and kissing him. Somehow, I went from sitting beside him to leaning over him, without breaking our kiss for anything other than air. Damn air. Why couldn't we live without it?
I started to remove his shirt. But alas, it was not to be. We were interrupted by a knock on the door.
((Doctor's POV))
When I walked in, the blue haired boy was sitting innocently on the wooden chair. Nothing strange there. But the patient was lying on the bed his shirt only half on, flushed, and breathing a bit heavier than would be necessary for lying in bed. And the sheets were suspiciously mangled.
I raised an eyebrow questioningly at the blue-haired boy. His innocent posture was obviously a lie. He flushed slightly, just barely enough to be seen, but didn't look away, gazing leveling, challengingly, at me.
Two guys sharing… that sort of relationship! Ugh! What's the world coming to, that such an unnatural, God-forsaken thing should happen in a hospital, a giver of life!
"Do you think that you're ready to leave this facility?" I asked coldly. Imagine them doing that! In my room, no less!
"Y-Yeah, I'll be fine." the red-headed boy said, still gathering himself from… I don't even want to think about what would have happened if I hadn't come.
"Then go." I said, not caring if they knew that I hated fags. Those stupid people could hardly care what I thought. Unholy bastards.
((Daisuke's POV))
I got up, straightening my shirt. Me and Satoshi walked out, unaware that we had started holding hands. "What was his problem?" I asked resentfully.
"There will be people who question our relationship." Satoshi said. "You weren't exactly hiding what we had been doing very well." He was so mean, sometimes!
"It's your fault that I was… well…" I trailed off. Horny? Daisuke, that's just gross. You could have warned me before you started something like that
I blushed and frowned at Dark. "Why don't you come to my place for the night?" Satoshi suggested. My blush deepened.
"Sure…" I knew what he had in store for the night, and I wanted it. But I was sort of scared, too. After what Krad did…
We walked out of the hospital in relative silence, as Satoshi was giving glares to people who looked at us funnily. And there were a lot of them.
Finally, we got out of the hospital. "How did they know?" It's not as if we had been acting couple-y.
"We were holding hands." he said, emotionless. I wished that he would be as open in public as he was when it was just the two of us.
"Oh," I said stupidly. I hadn't even noticed. We continued holding hands as we walked towards his house. Satoshi continued glaring at people who raised an eyebrow at us.
So I thought. "Will it hurt? Do I really want to do this? Am I recovered enough?"
Yes.
"To what question?"
All of them. Yeah, it'll hurt like Hell, but it's worth it. You're fine. It might hurt a bit more than normal, but you'll live. I still don't see why you want to, though.
"Neither do I…" I though about what Dark had said. It made sense. He sure knew a lot about that sort of thing… But why? "How do you know all that?"
… He seemed a lot less talkative, now.
"Dark! What aren't you telling me?"
… He seemed to be blushing slightly. I thought about it for a minute. I gasped at the conclusion I came to.
"Krad got you, didn't he?"
His blush deepened considerably. What! NO! I'd never let that homicidal freak fuck me!
"Then he took you by force? That sucks"
No! He never fucked me, asshole! Just because he got you, doesn't mean he got me!
"…" I gave up. I'd never win against him.
We arrived at Satoshi's house.
((Satoshi's POV))
I opened the door for him. He grinned mischievously at me and walked in. He seemed ready, but I wasn't so sure he was. After what my bastard of an other half did…
I walked in after him.
He looked around. He'd been here before, but that was a long time ago, and it had become, ever so slightly, less white, in that time. The walls were now an icy blue instead of white. And I had ruined three shirts paining them that way, so that's how they were going to stay.
He walked into the kitchen. There, he somehow found my largest pot, and started boiling water. I was confused, but hungry, so dinner would be made.
"Need help with anything?" I asked. He handed me a knife and a potato.
"Could you peel that?" He asked. I looked at it for a moment, trying to figure out how to peel a potato. I hit it with the edge of the knife, and got a small chip off. I repeated the motion, over and over.
I heard a soft chuckle behind me. I turned to see Daisuke, laughing softly. "That's not way to peel something. It looks as if you're carving a sculpture."
I looked back down. It did look like I was carving it, too. He took the potato and the knife, peeling it perfectly within a minute.
"You're good at that." I said. I intended it as a statement and nothing more, but I think some awe showed through.
"Thanks!" he said. Then he handed the knife back to me, and another potato. I tried to repeat what he had done… and promptly cut myself. I frowned down at the potato, then at my now bleeding finger.
Just my luck, Daisuke turned around. "What's wro- You're bleeding!" he exclaimed. "I'll be rig—"
"I'm fine." I told him. "It's only a scratch."
"Datte…"
"This is nothing."
Some time later, the stew was ready. I sat down across from Daisuke, and we made irrelevant small talk as we ate. We went over the whether, Takeshi's latest story, how to grow carrots, and many other useless subjects.
But somehow, we never broke eye contact throughout the whole meal, and I knew we both anticipated what was to come.
Part 4
Lemon
(Finally! What you've all been waiting for! )
((Daisuke's POV))
When we were done, we both got up. "I liked it." he said. I smiled and made to pick up the dishes. He stopped me with his arms around my waist. "But you look better." he whispered into my ear, making me shiver.
"Really?" I replied, somehow getting it out half scared and half lustful.
"Hai." he whispered, flicking his tongue out to lick my ear briefly. I stifled a gasp. How something so strange felt so right, so good, I have to clue. I turned around to kiss him.
As our lips met, a fire raced under my skin from there to the very tips of my toes. And to the tip of something else, too. His tongue ran along my lower lip playfully, and I opened my mouth obligingly. However, instead of letting our tongues meet, his tongue darted back into his mouth.
I didn't let him get away, though. I licked his tongue, coaxing a moan out of him. He picked me up, without breaking the kiss, and I was vaguely aware of going somewhere. I was much more aware of his tongue on mine.
The next thing I knew, I was on a bed, looking up at him. His lips left mine, half for air, and half to start on my neck. His mouth on my neck, and the hand that had found its way under my shirt and was now tracing patterns on my stomach, made me feel almost perfect. Except for the strain in my pants, that was quite neglected.
As if sensing my thoughts, his hand slipped under my waistline. I thought he would send me to heaven. He didn't, choosing instead to toy with me, touching everywhere but where I wanted him.
"Nnnng…" I moaned. "Don't tea—" Coherent thoughts disappeared as he grabbed me, and squeezed. "Ahh!" It was so good…
I was vaguely aware of him slipping my shirt off. I became much more aware of this when his mouth trailed down my chest, nipping lightly at my left nipple. I gasped. Somehow, I was able to think for long enough to remove his shirt, but with his hand between my thighs and his mouth starting on my left nipple, the coherency didn't last for long.
Then, his hand left me. "Ah." Why did he stop? That wasn't supposed to happen, dammit. His lips found a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, and I moaned. I felt his hands on my thighs, but only for a moment.
Then his mouth started southward. He licked at my nipples playfully, coaxing a moan out of me. His mouth moved down to my belly button, licking the indent. Then he kept moving downwards. That was when I realized we were now nude.
Suddenly, my cock was enfolded by startling warmth. I bucked my hips into his mouth involuntarily, moaning. He licked the underside slowly, coaxing another moan out of me. Then I felt something- a finger- inside of me. "Ahh…" It hurt.
He paused for a moment, and then deep throated me. I screamed at the sheer pleasure of it, thrusting into his mouth. A second finger slipped within me unnoticed. He sucked on me, getting another moan from me. A third finger went in, scissoring gently.
Then his mouth left me. "Uh!" I protested. I realized that there were now three fingers inside me. It hurt a bit, but not much. Just felt strange.
Then the fingers left me. I wasn't sure whether I wanted them back or not. Suddenly, there was something else in me. "Ahh!" It hurt incredibly much. His mouth covered mine, sending a shock of joy through me. The offending object within me didn't move.
I got somewhat used to it, though. Then it moved deeper within me, very slowly, and I cried out into Satoshi's mouth. It stopped, deep within me. I relaxed a bit, getting used to it. It moved once again, and hurt, but this time it hit something deep within me, causing a shock of ecstasy to run through me and my vision to go white. I arched up against him and screamed, loving the sensation.
He hit the same spot again, and then retreated. I arched against him. The pain was still there, but it was ignored. He thrust again, hitting the same spot inside of me, and causing me to scream his name.
His hand wrapped around my engorged member, pumping in time to his ever faster thrusts, which I was now bucking into. Our movements became faster, more desperate, as we neared our climaxes.
I screamed his name as I came, spraying the white fluid over both our chests. Moments later, he came as well, spilling his seed deep within me. He pulled out of me and rolled to the side, collapsing beside me. I tried my best to stay awake, but failed, falling into a deep sleep.
Part 5
Precious Memories
((Satoshi's POV))
I watched him sleep. He was so beautiful, lying there, resting. I wondered that I had the right to even touch such beauty. I fell into a realm of half-sleep, floating through happy memories, all of them about him. He was my crimson angel, my life.
I realized that I was nothing without him, nothing but an empty shell. Without him, I had no emotions, no feelings, and no cause. I was probably going to drag him down. It wasn't right of me to be so dependant on him. But I would cherish our relationship for as long as it lasted, even if I knew it would come to a screeching halt someday.
After all, no one but an idiot like me could love the same person forever.
"Nnnng…." Daisuke moaned beside me, as he woke up. His startlingly beautiful red eyes opened for me. "Oh, Satoshi!" He exclaimed, as if he had thought I would walk away.
"That was our first happy moment, wasn't it?" I asked. I thought that every moment I spent with him was wonderful, but he had hated me for a little while. He obviously didn't share my opinion.
"Huh?" he didn't seem to get it. "Iie, Satoshi."
I looked at him, confused at his words. Or lack of.
He smiled. "No, every moment I spend with you becomes a precious memory."
There! Finished! Complete with a happy ending! . Hope you liked it! (I certainly enjoyed writing it.)
On to replies!
wolfofsummerbreeze She's not dead. Turns out that we don't hate her as much as we thought we did. .
O.o K-chan She's not quite dead. I'm not sure whether she'll get out of the wheelchair in time for the sequel, but she's not dead.
Kitty Elric Glad you like it.
Daishi I have a plan for her. We don't know about it until the sequel, but there is a plan. For now, I shall say : Who would you believe more: Riku, a vengeful bh trying to get revenge, or Satoshi, who doesn't seem to care enough about anyone to commit murder? Even Takeshi would be able to tell the truth of that. .
darkest moon Wheelchair it is. Now the question is, will she get out of the wheelchair or not?
FOXY-666 Funny how so many people say that they want her dead, but when Satoshi is the one that kills her, no one likes it any more. So she lives, but only by the mercy of you people.
Madison And such a long chapter it was. You're hyper aren't you:D
Aleatz That was Daisuke being desperate… Yup, wheelchair it is, but shall she get out in time for the sequel?
rave O.o … Lots of pent up anger there…
monchi She's in the wheelchair. Not sure if she's there to stay, but even if she does get out, I don't think she'll interfere. Most people tend to steer clear of people who tried to kill them. And a lot of people want her to die most of the time, but it seems that when it's Satoshi killing her, that changes.
Sakuya Sohma I just had to add complications… Well, it doesn't look like anyone's complaining. And now it's over. Until the sequel…
KupoWrath Can you take over the world that way? It seems that no one wants Riku to die when it's at Satoshi's hands… funny how that works, no one complained in one where Krad was the murderer. I shall read them. A lemon and a half? Half? That sounds fun.
Snapix Yup. Wheelchair was definitely the majority. I think that the only person in whose life she'll create a real rift is Risa. The others might have been sad at first… But I'm quite sure that they would get used to it, as sad as that is.
hitocerebattosai Nope. I don't think he'll go to prison. Perhaps he will in the sequel, if I get bored, but for no longer than a chapter. . I suppose you're 'the happiest person on Earth' right now? .
StickmanRVR I haven't finished yet, either. But I did my best to explain it. that was extremely long. About four times the length of the other ones… O.o It seems as if the majority don't hate Riku as much as they like Satoshi… She lives.
Now, I let you vote again: Will Riku be out of the wheelchair in time for the sequel? In the middle of the sequel? Or will she stay there?
The winner of the one-shot vote was Birthdays. And as an added bonus, there will be a lemon in it when I get 100 reviews. .
I'd like to thank KupoWrath, Sakuya Sohma, monchi, SangoMirokuForever, hitocerebattosai, Sango-maru, and Snapix, as well the other 22 people who reviewed. I would never have been able to write this without your encouragement. I'd also like to thank Snow-fireflame, who's fault it is that I like shounen-ai. .