-Something-
-Shu-Chan-
-Chapter 5-
-The beginning of something-
"The saddest words of tongue or pen is it might have been."
Disclaimer: I'm sorry, but I don't own it. Sorry that this one was so short.
I promise that the next chapter will be longer. Please forgive me I had other things to do. This one part was haunting me so I kind of had to get it down before i lost it. Please R&R anyway
NEKO IS MINE FOR ALL OF YOU NEW READERS! oh yeah, so is the Golden Sun and Silver moon. (They're secret organizations in my original story)
A/N: I don't really have anything to say, except that I'm thankful for all of my reviewers.
Enjoy.
-Shuichi-
"Don't let them get me…" Neko whispered in his sleep. He'd been unconscious for a good long while. I sat with him on the sofa. I hated myself for what happened. If only we'd been in here.
Yuki talked to Tohma and it seemed as though Tohma had found out something about Mika's murderers. That man was determined. I'd give him that much. Yuki and I had long since cleaned the apartment.
"Who ever that was who attacked Neko had to have had something to do with Mika." Yuki said as a knock came to the door. I practically jumped out of my seat as Yuki went to the door. "Don't worry, I invited Tohma over. I think that we need to talk."
Tohma was standing in the doorway with some bags in his hands. "I brought dinner." He said smiling at us. "How's Neko?" "He still hasn't woke up yet." I replied standing up and bowing to him.
"No need to be so formal. You're family Shindo-San." Tohma said sitting the food down. "So what did you find out?" I asked seeing Yuki walk to the window.
"Shindo, have you heard of the Golden Sun and the Silver Moon?" "Yeah, they're in our sky every day and night. Of course I don't understand why that'd have anything to do with this." I replied folding my arms over my chest.
"They're secret organizations that have been at war for centuries." He replied. "And what does that have to do with anything?" Yuki asked utterly baffled. Tohma pointed to Neko.
"What about him?" I asked wrapping a blanket over his shoulders. "Well, he's an experiment…"