My internet is broken –sob-. I've been very neglectful to this story and I feel really bad so while my internet is gone I'll try and finish it so when the internet is back all of you wonderful readers will have a nice surprise.
Disclaimer- If I owned Hana-Kimi… Well that would mean that I would have to have some awesome skill that I only pretend to have.
It's been a few months since Rin's funeral. I heard a lot of people say it was a nice service. I honestly will never know why people say that. It wasn't nice, it was sad. Amane stuck to me and Nakatsu like glue and still hasn't really let go yet.
Noe came but no one else from our high school friends came. In movies it is times like these when we get together with our past and reminisce while the future so bitterly tears us apart but this is the movies and most of our past has decided to stay away for whatever reasons they have.
Noe stayed in Nakatsu's house, in the room right next to mine. He hadn't wanted to be a burden on Nakatsu right after Rin's death but with me as acting "house wife" I insisted. Maybe it's something that I picked up from being in Egypt for so long but it seemed like an insult to not let a friend stay in your home when they visited.
I was never really friends with him in high school to tell the truth. He was always scarred of ghosts and everything, I'm sure you all remember. Over the time that has passed though that really doesn't matter anymore.
It made Nakatsu really happy to have him there. Would a normal person be jealous because of that? I remember all I could feel were his half hidden smiles and blushes when Noe mentioned an embarrassing story in front of his daughter.
Well it turns out that Noe ended up being a writer. He was famous for three of the most gruesome horror stories out on the market. He said that all of his books are based off of the stories that he would partially overhear when he was plugging his ears when I told everyone about past experiences of my ghost friends and some of the ones I had myself.
He had probably been there for only three days when I got a phone call from Egypt. It was from Nigmeh. She calls me every other week and I call her the weeks she doesn't me. Most of the time I would just listen to her talk, I never thought I would miss someone like I do her, and it would be enough.
I was lying on my bed and she was telling me about all the places she wanted to take me when I got back, I hadn't been completely listening though. Amane was on my mind, she had scrapped her knee earlier that day.
"Petra." She stated as if she had discovered the answer to a problem she had been pondering. "Huh?" I asked. "Petra. Surely you've heard of it! It's in Jordan and the most beautiful place I've been too. I went there when I was thirteen and have been wanting to go back ever since."
"That would sound nice." "You would love it there. I'm pretty sure that it was never searched like the pyramids or anything like that. It's just like a gold mine waiting to be explored."
I heard someone coming towards my room. He opened the room to my door before I could say anything to Nigmeh. "Who are you talking to Kayashima? It's late." He asked rubbing his eye.
I hadn't really noticed it was late. Maybe because Nigmeh was so awake that I was feeling her emotions and there was a large time difference. "I'll have to call you back." I told my new love. "Okay Daiki, remember I miss you. Bye!" "Bye."
I turned back to Noe. "Who was that?" He asked again but this time with more curiosity to see who I was talking to so late instead of trying to find out who I was talking to so late that woke him up.
"A friend." I answered so absent mindedly I wasn't even sure I had said anything at all. He raised an eyebrow. "Could this friend possible be of the other gender?" He asked slyly. I mentally smacked him but only sighed.
"Yes." He looked at me as if I had been hiding candy from him or something like that. "You have a girlfriend? Who is she? What's her name? What does she look like?" He was walking so loud that I thought that he might awake everyone else in the house.
I placed my finger to my lips telling him to be quiet. He did after a moment and watched me intently. I had been caught and now I had to tell him all about the belly dancer I had fallen for my last night in Egypt.
I silently walked over to the dresser I had placed her photo in and handed it to him. He looked it over approvingly. "She's nice Kayashima. What does she do?" I tried to hide a smile. He would get a kick out of me dating a dancer. "She works in a bar."
"Like a bartender?" He asked and I shook my head. "Belly dancer." His mouth hung open. "You got a belly dancer?" I let the smile show a little. "Yes? Why?" I loved playing with people like this because I knew that it was almost impossible for someone else to play my emotions against me like this.
"Oh nothing. That's really great man. You're one of the lucky ones." He paused for a moment. "Does Nakatsu know?" His voice lowered a little and I shook my head sitting down on my bed. He put his hand on my shoulder.
"You're doing the right thing. When some more time passes by it'll probably be better. You're the reason he's getting through this on one piece. You're his life line." It was nice to have someone say that to me because even though I'll never admit it to anyone else, I was starting to doubt my presence was really that important.
Noe left a few days later back to his home. He came out with a new book shortly after. It was his normal horror but with a twist of romance. It was dedicated to me. "You make the words just flow from me. Good luck Kayashima. You have sacrificed more then I thought possible for a person to give for your friends."
I think I'm slowing making the story better from the last two chapters that I admit sucked. I hope you all feel the same. The end of this story is coming soon, possibly in the next or one after the next chapter unless I get another idea to end it then the one I'm currently planning. Please review!