What If?
A fan fiction written by Meeko MelodieMeeko: Yayness! I finally gave in to temptation and bought Pita-ten and Legend of Chun Hyang (by CLAMP) in 20 off. Plus, I got a LAPTOP! That was because I got my first ever straight As last term and over five As this term. But then in HMV, I saw a 49 box set of Full Metal Alchemist DVD Volume 1, soundtrack and a pretty tin box and I'm so tempted again! Argh! Okay, back to the story now.
Disclaimer: The Bible does not belong to me (obviously, although I DO have a copy at home); I'm just using this for story purposes so if I offended anyone, I apologize.
Thank you for the following dudes and dudettes:
Satanschildfromhell: Thank you. And well, to answer your question, you'll have to read and find out for yourself. Does that count as an answer?
Dye.Mui: The dream was… ah... in chapter two. It was about this girl sending flames, but Amon barely remembers it, so yeah.
Young wiccan: I guess she'll have to tell him sooner or later, right? Yay fluff! Hehe...
Tankbbg: Err... I think you've got it mixed up; the kissing was not a dream, but it reminds Amon of the dream he had in chapter two.
Siberian-Tigress: Thank you. Metal strives are good, they torture people. Well, somewhat, to a level... Anyways...
Seashah: Spring breaks are good; they give me time to update. But tomorrow is school day again, and since I'm stuck after the next chapter, it's going to take me awhile again to update.
DarkHoshiFireWitch: Yay! You remembered the dream! Hehe... "Old geezer"? I like that, it totally fits Zaizen. Haha...
In True Meanings: Yup, it is.
Chapter Eight: Evidence and Racing Heart (Part I)
Darkness.
All Amon could see was the never-ending blackness that surrounded him. He didn't know where he was and yet, he did not care; his instinct told him to wait it out and so like a statue, he froze, not even daring to breathe as it could disrupt the deafening silence.
The only sound Amon could make out was his own heart's beating, calmly and loudly against his chest. A slight, distant shift towards his right; Amon turned his head sharply to the direction but again, black was all that met his eyes.
All of a sudden, the lights were snapped on, sending abrupt blindness to Amon's sensitive eyes. But it was not long before he adjusted to the brightness that he saw a cloaked figure standing meters away from him; the hood of the cloak veiling the person's face.
At once, a sense of familiarity attacked him: this was the dream that he had been having since God knows when. But during these days, the dream visited more often than it should have been.
Soundlessly, the cloaked person lifted her face and a strong splash of forest green met his orbs; then the agonizing pain followed. Waves of hungry fire licked at Amon's skin, the owner's hunger devouring his soul and body. He screamed, but was unable to. Only one word claimed his desperate mind: Why?
He jerked wide-awake when someone tapped his shoulder lightly. Groaning with sleep, he lifted his heavy head tiredly from his worktable, on which were scattered pieces of paper that he had been attempting to work on last night.
Except he fell asleep and never got the damn work done. He stretched his arms over his head and stood up.
"Had a good sleep?" Michael asked as he started to make his way to the small kitchenette to make coffee; Amon decided to follow suit.
"It could've been better," was Amon's reply as he pulled out two mugs from the cupboard while Michael handled the coffee.
"Where's everyone?" Amon inquired, taking note of the unusual silence; Michael poured the brownish substance into each of their mugs and answered, "Doujima and Sakaki are going on a hunt earlier this morning but they were not seen again since." He glanced at the clock on the wall – 12:07p.m. , "so guess where the love birds went?" Michael commented as he passed the steaming cup to the dark hunter.
He took his drink and slumped himself on his chair once more, "and Karasuma?"
"Oh, she called in sick," the hacker replied. Amon nodded stoically, then took a sip of the bitter beverage. Without looking, he wildly grabbed a piece of paper on his messy desk and decided he might as well start on something.
Yet the vivid dream kept swimming up in his troubling mind… those piercing green irises. What was more ironic was that the paper he got in his hand randomly was none other than the translations of the scripture from Robin's necklace.
He sighed. "Might as well," he figured.
He stared at the black, typed words hard, trying to figure out some special meanings behind them. Gaining none, he glanced boringly at the beginning of the first phrase: Exodus 12:8. 'Maybe the numbers meant something?' he mused himself. It was better than nothing.
From the drawer, he took out a clean sheet of paper and a blue ball pen.
Translations
Exodus 12:8 Then they shall eat the flesh on that night; roast in fire, with unleavened bread and with bitter herbs they shall eat it.
Genesis 5:1 This is the book of the genealogy of Adam.
Leviticus 8:14 He then presented the bull for the sin offering, and Aaron and his sons laid their hands on its head.
Matthew 23:15 "Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You travel over land and sea to win a single convert, and when he becomes one, you make him twice as much a son of hell as you are.
Exodus 4:14 Then the Lord's anger burned against Moses and he said, "what about your brother, Aaron the Levite? I know he can speak well. He is already on his way to meet you, and his heart will be glad when he sees you.
Genesis 9:6 "Whoever sheds the blood of a man, by man shall his blood be shed; for in the image of God has God made man.
Numbers 16:34 At their cries, all the Israelites around them fled, shouting, "The earth is going to swallow us too!"
Job 3:5 May darkness and deep shadows claim it once more; may a cloud settle over it; make blackness overwhelm its light.
Leviticus 26:44 Yet inspite of this, when they are in the land of their enemies, I will not reject them or abhor them so as to destroy them completely, breaking my covenant with them. I'm the Lord, their God.
Writing in a messy handwriting, scratching out, then write and scratch out some more, even when Kosaka came back after lunch, he was still filling out the paper. He tried picking the two words on the phrase that the two numbers indicated, which were really supposed to be the chapter and verse numbers. That didn't work.
Then he alternated the number of each verse and wrote the indicated words down; that didn't work either. Again and again, he tried different combinations; he filled out two pieces of paper, double sided and he still got nothing.
Now he was starting to get frustrated. On the third, clean sheet, he glared hard at the now wrinkled up translations and wrote down the word from each phrase indicated by the first number, or a.k.a. the chapter number. But he was sure that was not the way; it was too simple. So there he was, not even bothering to read over what he had written.
"Hey, looks like you finally got something that makes sense," Michael commented just as Amon was about to scrunch up the stupid piece of junk and dumped it into the wastebasket.
"What are you talking about?" he snapped, his patience running dangerously low.
"Just read what you've written," Michael pointed out and left him alone.
" Fire of sin and anger shall swallow and destroy?" he muttered. Michael was right; at least this phrase actually made sense compared to the crap he wrote over the past two and a half hours.
"But what the hell does that mean?" Amon mumbled, "fire? Anger? Destroy?" What the hell is this, a puzzle? 'Could it be a prophecy?' Amon sighed deeply. Before he had any more time to figure the mysterious phrase out, Michael said, "There might be something you need to see, Amon." His uncertain voice made Amon looked at the hacker with a raised eyebrow. He walked over to Michael to see what he had to see.
Michael pressed a few keystrokes and a window filled the whole screen. It was dark for a few seconds.
"What is this?" Amon asked, leveling himself with the dark screen.
"It's a tape taken from the burnt apartment," Michael explained, "This camera is placed above the front gate." Just then, the monitor flickered and slowly, it dissolved into the image where a metal gate came into view.
The time on the corner said 20:37:10, approximately ten minutes before the start of the fire. Amon sat down beside Michael, his brows kneading in deep concentration.
"What is it that you're trying to make me see?" his question directed at Michael.
"The suspect," he replied, "I don't think… it's Takana."
"What do you mean?" Amon demanded quietly, a sign before a storm. This was the one sole thing that he feared, and now, it was coming true.
"Watch, and you'll understand."
Amon's heart was racing; so he had trust her with his life and this was what he got in return. A bunch of fucking lies? He could not believe it. He simply would not. What about her smiles, her emotions? Were they all just a cheap act to fool him and earn his trust? His head felt queasy with all the sudden feeling of being betrayed rushed up his system, crashing his senses.
Then he felt a tap on his arm; Amon forced himself to look at the blinding monitor. A few minutes had passed, and still, nothing. 'Maybe it was all just a mistake,' Amon convinced in his head, 'maybe it was just a sick joke.' But then, at last, the image of a female flashed past his eyes.
That flowing brown hair, sleek like silk; and her delicate emerald eyes, serenity flickering in her pupils; a timid, innocent smile displaying on her young face. 'She cannot be the one,' Amon thought, his heart dropped like a stone.
"Look at her, Michael," Amon said, his voice a bit shaky from emotion, "just look at her, God-damn-it! Does it look like this naïve girl can do such a cruel thing?" His deep voice dipped in such pain that even he, himself, could not recognize it until it echoed back through the empty office.
Kosaka looked over at them with a disproving frown, but one glance form Amon forced Kosaka to swallow back his out coming words.
Michael simply shook his head. Trapped, Amon stormed out of the office, only to have bumped into someone. That someone was no other than Zaizen himself.
'Great,' Amon thought bitterly, 'just what I need.' He tried to walk past him, but Zaizen kept blocking his way, which was just adding gasoline to a fire.
"Fuck off," it came out before Amon could stop himself. There, he said it. And he knew it; his emotion was giving him away. But does it look like he gives a damn? Hell with it!
Meeko: That's it for now. More later. Too lazy and tomorrow is school day again. Damn it! I need the summer vacation quick… Review please! I'm begging you, press that button!