Chapter 3: friends
Faust entered the room and walked over to the corner. He gently placed a bouquet of flowers on the floor and picked up an old bouquet that was already there. Happy birthday Eliza… Faust thought to himself, sitting in a chair next to the corner of the room. What was that? Faust thought, hearing a noise. Faust looked over at the bed to see Yoshimi sleeping soundly in Eliza's old bed. Faust stood up and smiled. Goodnight Yoshimi. Faust placed his hands in his pockets and exited the room…
"How'd you sleep last night?" Yoshimi's dad asked, pouring himself a cup of coffee for himself.
"Good" answered Yoshimi, clinking a spoon on the empty cereal bowl in front of her. "I met a funny man in our driveway yesterday."
"You did? Asked Yoshimi's dad laughing. "What was his name?" taking a drink of his coffee.
"Johann Faust the Eighth." She answered clearing her bowl to the sink.
"Is he your imaginary friend?" he asked taking another sip of his coffee.
"No," she said with a satisfactory tone to her voice. "He is not, he is real."
"Oh, well, he has a funny name." he said chuckling to himself.
"I'm going to go find him ok? I want to see him again." Yoshimi said grabbing her backpack.
"Ok sweetie, don't be to loud out there. Your mother is still sleeping."
"Ok!" she replied running for the door.
"Be careful!" Yoshimi's dad yelled as she bolted out the door.
Yoshimi circled the mansion in search for her new friend. "Faust?" she yelled out. "Faaaaa-uuuusssst!" she yelled cupping her hands around her mouth.
Yoshimi walked to the fence she saw him at the previous afternoon to see if he was there. Yoshimi was mad to see that he wasn't and sat to think. AH-HA! She thought. The graveyard! Yoshimi stood up and started walking down the driveway.
Yoshimi walked along the gravel path leading to the highway. She scanned the sight in search of Faust, with her hand shading her eyes from the bright sun straight above her. Yoshimi was excited to see that the graveyard was closer than she thought; it was about a half mile down the path and somewhat in the middle of a field to her left.
Yoshimi pulled her backpack up higher on her back, and started heading toward the graveyard. I wonder if he knows whose diary this is. She thought to herself thinking of the diary in her backpack.
Yoshimi squeaked with glee as she walked through the giant metal entrance of the old graveyard. She looked for Faust at the gravestone she saw him at yesterday. "Faust?" she yelled.
Yoshimi heard something through the grass by the gravestone. "Faust? Is that you?" she said leaning over to see if she could find anything. "Faust, I have to show you something!"
Yoshimi smiled to see Faust's head peek out from behind the pillar by the gravestone. "Look, I brought something, and I want you to tell me if you know about it." Yoshimi pulled the diary out of her backpack and extended it out towards Faust. Faust's eyes bulged and grabbed the diary from Yoshimi. "Eliza's Diary!" he yelled hugging the little black book. "Where did you fine this?" he asked scooting himself away from her with his feet.
"It was in my room in my dresser." She replied walking closer to him.
"That is because you now occupy her old dorm, I saw you sleeping in it last night."
"You saw me sleeping?" cried Yoshimi.
"Yes, I walked into Eliza's old room last night to deliver a bouquet of flowers in celebration of her birthday."
"Oh… It's Eliza's Birthday?" Yoshimi asked kneeling down next to Faust.
"most certainly Lady Yoshimi" Replied Faust, now looking up at her. "It's been 492 years Yoshimi, 492. She was 20 years old when she died, can you believe it? I was 32, then love got the better of me and well I…" Faust trailed off and planted his face in his hands. "Yoshimi! I…I… Killed myself!" Faust cried. "I died trying to bring her back! I was using a book our gardener gave me, it was the… 'Necronomicon', the book of advanced necromancy."
Yoshimi's eyes shot out of her head. "A…A book your gardener g…gave you?"
"That is right, Yoshimi, why do you look so surprised?"
Yoshimi pulled off her backpack again and dug through its contents. "Because I think I have the book you're talking about." She pulled out the book she found on the stairs entitled 'Gardening'.
The old black book was thick with pages and was very heavy. Faust shrieked and grabbed the gardening book as well. Yoshimi watched Faust examine the book intently, only keeping his eyes 1 inch away from its surface, Faust didn't stop looking at it until he was sure he looked at every inch of it.
He opened the book to page '267'. "This damn spell is the one that killed me." Faust said angrily. "If it wasn't for this spell I would still be alive… wait no, no I wouldn't, I would have died long ago anyway" Faust shut the book with one hand and shoved it under his arm, to pull out Eliza's diary again.
"You mean… You're not… Living?" cried Yoshimi.
He flipped through the pages. "Yoshimi, there are numerous pages missing from within this diary, I need those pages!" Faust went delirious at the fact that pages where missing, avoiding Yoshimi's question.
"Ok Faust. I'll try to find them for you" Said Yoshimi, hiding in her sweatshirt from the crazed Faust.
"You would?" yelled Faust. "That would just be… Fabulous!"
"Faust, I have a question." Said Yoshimi, squinting her eyes and shriveling her nose at the thought of her question.
"What is it Lady Yoshimi?" asked Faust laying down the Necronomicon and Eliza's diary.
"umm, okay, why is it that if you and Eliza are both dead, why is Eliza not here, and you are?" she asked slowly and shakily.
"Yoshimi, you see, the thing is that when Eliza died, she felt her life was well, complete. She felt that her life was complete because of me, she was happy for once in her life because her and I got married. But when I died, when I died, I felt uncompleted at the fact that I had lost Eliza. So she went to heaven, and I stayed down here trying to make my soul feel complete once again."
"What is it that would make you feel that way Faust?" asked Yoshimi, very interested in the concept.
"Those extra pages, my soul can be unchained if I really knew how much Eliza cared for me. She most likely wrote how she felt in her diary." Faust cried. "I just need to know how she felt." He whispered hanging his head.
"Faust you're my friend, I'll do anything to help you."
