A/N: PLEASE forgive my stupidity, I have wrongfully abandoned. Read and review please, and I'll try my hardest to update soon.

Beneath the Timid Smile

Chapter#4: Misunderstanding is fatal

My foot steps were the bold ink on the pages, for this is my story. I am the author of my destiny, others also. I am the mysterious puppeteer, ensnaring them in my web of blood. I let my smile show as I make my way passed the sheer shadows, making myself known to Haruka. "Hey, I set the ladder up for you." Her spider vain fingers pointed adjacent to me. "I need you to collect the lights, and toss them down to me."

"Sure." I muttered absentmindedly, catching a questionable look from the 30-year-old. I winced. I was becoming noticeable. That was a mistake I was not willing to make again, it would ruin all that I had created. "I'm sorry, Ruka-san. I just feel slightly light headed . . ."

"That's fine. I'll hold the ladder for ya." Keitaro's only living blood relative coughed,

"Thanks," I whispered. Acting as if my words had appreciation behind them,

The old rickety ladder, raddled under my weight as I slowly but surely worked my way up, metallic step by metallic step. A task, fair, fragile doll. Haruka was too buzzed to do. I gritted my teeth waiting on my sinister thoughts to conceive where I would go from here to complete tonight's plan. Then . . .

"Hey, guys." A sad, yet somewhat enthusiastic voice called from below. I turned slightly, and with a hidden satisfaction I smiled.

"Naru, did things go well with studying?" Haruka asked sincerely, with her dull lips wrapped tightly around the cancer stick she depended on. I didn't have to kill her, her lungs were probably black and decaying as I processed my own thoughts. How ironic,

Naru's eyes fell down to her dorky shoes, shaking her head. "Nope, I can't seem to keep my mind off . . . well, you know."

"Yeah." The old hag paused, coughed rigidly. Wheezing for a minute, "Since you're not busy at the moment, can you take my place and hold the ladder for Shinobu?"

"Uh—yeah." The pathetic ass, nodded. Shifting to the side, making room for Haruka to move out of place.

"All out of cigs. I need to restock," Was all she uttered, walking away silently down the steps.

I sensed it. There was a blank between us. As if we were worlds apart, or spoke other languages. Hah. What my luck! If I had to listen to her bitch about her troubles, I'd purposely knock the ladder down on top of her. Knock? Ladder? Realization snapped, and I had an idea. But in order to make the obvious, not so obvious I needed a reason to not be faulted for my next move. I needed to be the one to take the weight. Or better yet . . .

A waited long enough, calculated perfectly.

Now was the time to act. The window of opportunity was cracked open and ready. I prepped myself for my role, quickly. I adjusted my foot so I had access to the wall, I thrust my heel at it, causing the ladder to plow backwards unexpectedly. As I had guessed, Naru shrieked instinctively, clinging her hands tightly to each side. Trying to regain my and her balance, but what I had in mind would not allow that. I swirled my body in a circle, wrangling the ladder with me. As if I were a blood hound, my ears quirked, I heard her feet, she was just a little way to the top. NOW! "Naru! Please! JUST STOP!" I cried out as loud and fearful as I could. So much so my lungs stung,

"I'm—just." Was all she could manage to shout, trying to stabilize the large ladder. Then as I had planned . . .

"Naru, Shinobu!" Haruka gasped, trotting over to the suspicious scene. But before the situation would be handled and ruined, I let my weight fall back. I knew what would come if I didn't land right, I angled my body so that only my right arm would break the fall. The pain came as a price I willingly paid, as my frail body smacked blindly against the pavement. I cried out as I felt the bone in my lower arm fractured, as I wrangled beneath their eyes.

"Ah-oh, it hurts so badly!" I hissed breathlessly.

"Naru . . ." Haruka bellowed, her hand clasped over her mouth. I watched through teary eyes, trying to tackle my pain. But in the end my suffering would prove as succession, I glimpsed down at my cracked elbow, it was a bruised and swollen the color of a rotten plum. "What did you?"

"Haruka, please . . . it's not what it looks like!"

That's all I remember from that night. I must've passed out. I awoke in my room, in my warm bed. Under my pink patterned comforter, I was a bit dazed at first. Forgetting why my arm was pounding so badly, I stared blankly at the ceiling fan. The blades swift movements almost hypnotic, the room was dark, my door cracked open enough to show a small almost nonexistent ray of light from the hallway cascading down my neckline. I shook away my emptiness focusing on my medically bandaged arm, tucked tightly in a cast.

Faintly I made out a conversation, a ways away from my doorway. From memory alone I could tell who was conversing, Haruka and Keitaro . . . "I saw it happen with my very eyes you dope!" His aunt argued in a quiet tone.

"You must've been mistaken." Keitaro whispered all too dismissively, (please forgive me. Spell check is being a bitch) if looks could kill, he would be hung naked and slaughtered like a pig. Still he insists on protecting his virtuous Naru! Unbelievable,

"You listen here kid!" I heard a jerk all though I could not see. "Naru, I saw her knock Shinobu from the ladder."

"Naru is NOT a killer!" I could tell he was furious by such an accusation. "I won't believe it, I refuse to believe until I see with my own eyes!" Then I assumed he stormed off defensively. The loud stomping of his feet alerted me as they approached, for a flat second I saw his body pass my door, then a familiar twinge of pain found it's way to my chest. Was he not concerned by my condition! I was the injured one, right? Was Naru that important to him! All my heart ache boiled up into unbridled anger. My hands begged to gripe a blade, anything that would cause anguish that in turn eased my own.

Than other pleasant thought crossed my mind, I have just made myself a victim. A victim that could not possibly be a skilled killer, especially with a weapon. I tensed my arm, all the pain flooded back. I smirked again, it was my right arm. Everyone knew I was right-handed, my teachers could back it up if for some reason I was ever questioned. But what most people never took the time to know, was I am equally good with each hand. So following up with my plans won't be side tracked with my fractured arm.

I enjoyed my success whether or I was in pain or not. I know where I'm going to go from here, I'll walk down the crimson path. I'll slice through my innocence as my sanity leaves me, I don't care for reasoning . . . It's not for his love, it's not born from boredom, or from typical insanity. My spiral was conceived the moment he broke my heart, and left the remains flaming to ash. Now they all will suffer from my misery, the blazes of my soul will scorn everyone who never considered my feelings . . . Sorry you all felt that way,

A/N: Please forgive my spelling and grammar errors, my Microsoft word isn't working with me. And won't let me use spell check or grammar check. Sorry for the chapter shortage, I just wanted to get it to you fast. Enjoy,
XOX, Anime-Alee