Disclaimer: I own Chrono Cross as much as I have the last eight chapters.

Author's Note: So sorry it's been so long! I've been swamped. It's my first year in high school and I'm attending a year early --; so yeah, It's been bad… This story is probably coming to a close soon, though I have no clue how many more chapters it will have. I'm thinking the whole story will have between 10 and 12…but not sure yet. Anyway, enjoy chapter nine!

You Can't Be the One

Chapter 9: I Wish I Could Tell You

"I wish I could tell you why my heart was aching; why it pounded every time you came around. I wish I could tell you it's just a fad-but I think that it's much more than that."

I felt groggy, waking up and not even opening my eyes, because I no longer had the energy to do so. I heard some voices in the background, but my ears couldn't decipher what it was they were saying. It sounded almost Greek to me or something.

I tried to stir in my sleep, only able to slightly lift my left hand up a couple of inches from the bed. Whoever was in the room with me, seemed too intrigued in their work to notice that I was indeed awake, but suddenly it no longer mattered. I knew that this was the end, I was going to die.

I wondered what it would be like to die, how bright this supposed 'light' would be. I wondered what my mom would think, when I disappeared suddenly and never returned home. I wondered how Serge would take it…

Serge? Suddenly his name gave me goose bumps and I wasn't sure why. Besides, it wasn't even me he cared for. He probably only cared because I looked like her. Her, my supposed 'other half' or something of the sort, and my sudden feelings for him were probably from her anyway.

It amazed me how well I could think right now, how calm I seemed to be. I knew I was inches away from death, yet I wasn't clammy…I didn't seem to even be scared at the fact that I would never see anyone I loved again.

"Kid?" I heard someone say my name, and I stirred a little more, the voice sounding familiar to me. All I could see was blackness though, with little swirls of color every now and then. I pried my eyes open and looked through my groggy vision, seeing the boy from the dream I was having earlier.

"Mate?" I asked, knowing it was him. He was still here? You would think he'd be trying to get the other Kid back, his lover, his friend, the one that I wasn't. He nodded, or at least that's how it seemed, but it was hard to tell. Why was he still by my side? I was so far gone by now.

"Dwot wodty Kid…te've goc te hed…" He said to me, and I couldn't figure out what he was saying, my brain running more slowly than usual. My ears seemed filled with water almost, and I couldn't fathom why everything was so bad.

I tried to open my mouth and ask him to repeat what he was saying, but it only opened a little bit, and tried as I might, no sound at all came out. I reached for Serge, my hand only sliding a few inches. He grabbed it after seeing it and held on to it, despite the sweaty conduct of it. His was smooth and I felt myself getting chills.

Serge turned away and towards someone clad in white. "Ard oo amost wedy?" He asked, before looking back down at me, trying to smile a little, at least, I think so. My breathing got harder and harder, my chest stinging.

(A/N: First thing Serge said was "Don't worry Kid…we've got the head." And the second was "Are you almost ready?" In case you didn't know. This is how Kid hears things because of her poison.)

The man in white walked closer to me and stuck a large needle into my arm. Pain seared through my veins, followed by a warm sensation that seemed to numb me.

X

I sat on the docks of Gulldove, watching the ocean come in and out, the little waves protruding from its masses. It's been a week since Serge returned, just in time, the Doc told me. If he would've been one minute later, I wouldn't be here.

I was told to stay here for a little while, in case side effects of some sort kicked in or what not. I felt better though. Korcha had returned to his home to help his aging mother, no longer hassling me about going out. Serge on the other hand-

Serge on the other hand, had barely said two words to me since then, and wanted to spend most of his time alone. Suddenly, I knew why…it was because he missed her, the other her. And even if I…no, don't say that… I have to go back so she can see him again.

"I wish I could tell you…but you wouldn't want to hear…" I muttered to myself, the cold wind stabbing at my exposed arms and legs slightly, but I didn't notice.

"Tell who what?" asked a boy, and I turned and saw Serge behind me. He had his trademark half smile on and sat down next to me. I stared at my feet, shaking my head to indicate it was nothing of importance.

Serge didn't pry any farther, something I was thankful for. Besides, these sudden feelings were probably from her, not mine. I probably didn't even feel that way about him…and he probably only cared about me because I was her.

"Do ya miss her?" I asked suddenly, not able to look at his face. I stared at the ground, well the sea, as I saw him swift quickly under the weight of my question. Stupid mistake, I shouldn't have said anything.

"I…I don't really know…" Was all he said, and I returned one of his favors to me and didn't pry into it. Maybe it was because I was around, but I didn't act like her…at least, I don't think I do.

"Is it cuz I look like her?" I asked him, ignoring the fact that it was his business, not mine. I needed to know why these feelings for him were emerging.

I wish I could tell you, but I don't even know.

X

Ok, just for the record, this chapter doesn't seem very long, but it's like 1100 words… Yeah… anyway, I hope you all liked this chapter. Next won't be the last after all, unless I say otherwise. Please review because no one's reviewing anymore, and I'll update faster. PROMISE!

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