Happy new years (i know, i know, I'm a little late but better late than never right?:D)! I hope you all celebrated in your own way whether with family, friends or even by yourself. But I have something to ask you guys; do you honestly like Met By Chance?

Cuz recently for the last, I don't know, 2 weeks? 3? I haven't received any reviews... or adds. I was thinking maybe I was losing my touch (that is, if i had any from the beginning), or maybe it's because I update so irregularly, that you all decided to ditch this? But really, do you honestly think I'd abandon a fic without letting you all know first? :P

I don't know... Seriously confused here guys. I try to update as fast as possible (because I know, as a reader myself, how annoying it is to wait for the next chapter to come out- cliffhangers :O). but REVIEWS are really a large chunk of my motivation, so PLEASE, if you've read, at least leave a few words just so i know there are readers out there...

Thanks and I hope you all have a great year :)

Chapter 7

HAROU

"hey Harou what's wrong with you? If you don't want to help me just say it." "Sorry, it's nothing." I quickly said, returning back to helping Andrew's Algebra project. "this is like the hundredth time you've zoned out man, are you okay?" Andrew sounded pretty sincere, but I still couldn't tell him what was bothering me. "told you, it's nothing." I reassured him, focusing back on the project... For a guy who took AP Calculus, Algebra should be easy... But the words and numbers just floated around the paper- I couldn't concentrate.

Finally I dropped the pencil, getting up from our desk. "Harou-?" "I need some air, I'll be right back." I said, grabbing my black converse jacket and heading out. "Get me some ice cream while you're at it!" Andrew called as I closed the door behind me. "Harou? Where're you going?" Tiffany asked, her eyes still glued to her favorite tv show. "Andrew wants some ice cream." I shrugged. I had told everyone else that Angel had gone back to her family, in Arizona, and that Angel won't show up at our school... Never again.

It was lunch, but the air was still pretty chilly. The buildings, streets were covered in snow. And I didn't even realize it had been snowing. Huh. I shoved my hands into my pockets, the christmas carols playing in the streets reminded me that today was actually Christmas eve. With each step, my mind replayed the whole scene- a scene that probably won't ever happen again. I felt so stupid. I didn't know why I didn't hold her back, to at least ask her number- well, if she had a phone that is.

I felt like a load of crap. Last night (or morning)'s event had kept me up wide awake, I probably looked like a zombie right now. It was pathetic really, I always thought that all those preppy pop songs about love being painful as a joke... But could I really call this love? We barely met for about three days- and since when had I fallen for her? I could still clearly remember her musical voice, her hair framing her angelic face perfectly, and her... soft wings..

I shook my head, trying to clear my thought. Better get Andrew's ice cream and head back. I seriously felt like committing suicide. If only I had told her how I felt towards her I wouldn't feel so miserable... But what WERE my feelings towards her? This emptiness, something felt amiss, was this a feeling of remorse for losing a lover? A friend? I find it's more closer to the latter, she was someone I could trust and rely on, that much I was certain. But what about the whole kissing episode yesterday? Was that friendship? Or more?

I was so focused on my thoughts, I only realized I had bumped into somebody when I landed on the snow. "sorry" I mumbled, getting up and helping the person to their feet. "i-it's oka-" the blond girl stopped in mid stutter, her crystal blue eyes widening in shock. "H-Harou-?" I blinked, rather stupidly. "h-hey Angel." awkward silence. I felt relieved, even happy, that we had managed to meet again- albeit in a random and rather awkward manner.

She was still wearing my grey Paramore hoodie and had the hoodie covering most of her blond locks. The amount of snow on her head told me that she had been out in the snow for a fair amount of time. I noticed how her petite frame was shivering from the cold, her lips blue and her cheeks pale.

A loud grumble from Angel's stomach broke the silence. What was left of a little colour flooded in her cheeks. "I-I guess your hungry." I said, trying to act normal. "y-yeah.." she glanced at the store she was staring at moments before I knocked her over. It was a McDonald's. She gulped, quickly wiping away the saliva at the corner of her lips. I remembered the stuff she told me yesterday.

"Um... Wanna go in?" I gestured. Her eyes widened, but nodded quickly. As we stepped inside, the smell of french fries and burgers hit us like a train. Angel made this moaning noise of yearning that I found really funny but managed to pass as a cough.

"so what do you want to order?" I asked her. "er..." she glanced at the menu. "three big macs, two chicken burgers, one cheeseburger, cheese sticks, 5 apple pies- oh, and all with extra fries." my jaw nearly dug a hole in the ground. I was going to ask her something like '...are you serious?' but remembered how she was half bird, maybe she needed the extra calories. And then again, she looked like she could use some too. I silently prayed I had enough money to pay for all that.

And that's how each of us ended up carrying a trayful of burgers and fries to our seats. "are you sure you don't want to eat?" Angel asked as we sat down. "nah, I'm not that hungry." I didn't tell her that her meal left my wallet empty. There weren't a lot of people in here, maybe it was because it's Christmas eve or something, but I was pretty sure the store was packed with people when we came in..

In a blink of an eye Angel inhaled a big Mac in no time. With her mouth full of fries, she said "about yesterday, I'm really sorry-" I blinked, confused "sorry for what?" "the whole-" she gulped down her fries with some coke. "um... You know." her cheeks turned red. "oh... But why are you apologizing?" "well, it was pretty out of the blue.." "haha I guess, but you don't need to apologize." I assured her, smiling slightly. "that's a relief-" Angel froze, her eyes bulging, and began to make horrible choking sounds. "Angel-?" I quickly ran to her side. She was coughing violently and spluttering, and with her eyes watering she pointed at her back.

"something stuck?" I asked. She gave something like a nodding (shaking?) motion with her head as her hacking ensued. I was about to hit her back to help her breathe when someone tackled me out of nowhere, the person was so fast, that he/she was a blur. "Oof! Watch where you're going-" WHAM! I went skidding down the floor as that same person decked the right side of my face with the force of a 1.5 truck going at eighty miles per hour. In other words? It hurt pretty much a lot.

I swore violently as I tried to stand, but my legs gave up and I nearly fell face flat on the floor. "remember me punk?" I groaned. In the corner of my eyes, I saw that Angel was now on the ground, still choking on her burger. She was attempting to take it out by hitting her back herself, but it didn't look like it was working. "Angel-" I pointed at the girl, now evidently turning purple, hoping the stranger would see what was happening. "oh ho! So you know her name?" he sneered, grabbing my hair and pulling me up to face him. "well I don't give a fuck whether your girlfriend dies from eating a burger; you see, our orders were clear." and as if in a nightmare, four more- I recalled what Angel called these guys- Erasers, appeared out of the fast food kitchen. The cashier was on the floor, along with everyone else who had gotten in their way; either dead or unconscious. "we grab the girl and anyone who knew her." I finally remembered this guy- he was the one who I had smashed his head in to the ground on the day I met Angel. My eyes widened in fear. "finally remembered me have you." he growled, slugging an awfully strong punch at my stomach. The impact sent me sprawling. I wanted to scream for help, but I couldn't breathe properly, let alone cry out for help. "H-Ha-arou-!" Angel was still struggling for air, clawing at her back while coughing and spluttering. "She'll have to wait till I deal with you buddy." another furious kick slammed me to the wall. A loud crack told me something had broken; either my ribs or the wall. I was guessing it was my ribs.

My vision was already dimming, the corners already fading into darkness. Before I could completely black out though, Angel managed to crawl next to me through her spasms and held my hand. "aww isn't that sweet." the Erasers laughed like the evil lapdogs they were. "don't worry, where you're going, you two will have plenty of time together." a burst of pain from my head, and I was already unconscious, the sound of Erasers cackling as Angel still struggled to breathe.

ANGEL

Maybe this was destined to happen. Maybe we were just... meant to be. At least that's what I was hoping for as I stared at Harou's nervous face. My eyes hungrily feasted on the dark haired teen as my mouth munched on my second cheese burger. Each bite was enough to squeeze out a sigh of pure happiness from me, I mean, there's a reason why I had been staring into a fast food restaurant for over an hour in the freezing snow.

It was as if in a dream, the snow was falling outside. The restaurant quiet and relaxing, and Harou Darien watching me as we sat alone on a table. For the first time since my escape from the School, I could finally, for once, forget about all the worries that had been troubling me. For once I could just lose myself in those warm hazel eyes of his. I didn't really know what we were talking about or about anything else for that matter- except that I was feeling pretty embarrassed about Harou watching me so closely as I devoured a big Mac like a rabid wolf.

"well that's a relief-" and that's when this dream like state shattered like glass. My thoughts sensed danger before my eyes did. Erasers. Since when have they been watching us? Lurking in those shadows? "Angel-?" Apparently one of them had noticed that they were spotted and had jumped out of their hiding place- right behind Harou. 'LOOK OUT!' I wanted to scream out, but all that came out was a pathetic spluttering as a particularly large piece of burger mixed with fries got lodged in my throat.

I don't normally swear, considering I'm barely eight years old, but I sure felt like doing so right now. Harou rushed over to me in a hurry, and that was actually what saved him, in his haste to help me, he dodged a vicious assault by an Eraser- and he didn't even realize what he had just done. The scene would have been pretty funny had I not been choking on my own spit.

I quickly pointed to my back, hoping he'd understand and jump out the window behind me (it wouldn't have been much of a fall since we were on the 1st floor anyway), but Harou took it as a 'help me digest this thing' sign, and began to hit my back with his palm. I wanted to stand up, grab his hand, and run- but all I could do was choke and gasp. I tried to gulp down whatever the stuff was, but it wasn't helping, not by a long shot.

Harou was caught completely unaware, and only when he went sprawling across the floor did I see how much of a trouble we were in.

Five Erasers. I recognized one of them as the leader from that day when Harou and I first met. I wanted to stand up and fight beside him, I was the only one who could- but my body just wouldnt move properly, not to mention i was in some serious pain right now. The world seemed to bend in slowly, as if in a grotesque screen effect and I felt like hurling, except that I couldn't.

I watched helplessly as Harou got beaten to a pulp. Each powerful blow stained the gray/white walls with blood. I finally fell from my chair, both from my urge to save him and from my violent spasms. "Ha-Arou-!" I reached out for his delicate hand just as his eyes fluttered and gave out. "Aww, isn't that cute?" The Eraser mocked in a disgustingly babyish way. I held my own neck, trying to rid of this damn hold-up in my own windpipe.

"Don't worry hon, where we're going, you two will have toms of time together." the Eraser laughed, lodging his foot into my stomach and sending me skidding. I admit, it hurt. A LOT. But it finally made me swallow what was holding me from breathing. I was seriously winded, but I could finally inhale some oxygen, meaning that I was ready to kick some Eraser butt.

I sprang to my feet, spittle and blood spraying everywhere as I leaped towards the closes Eraser. I smashed my elbow into him, causing him to double over instantly, but I realized I was in a worse shape than I had thought. A bright flash of pain from my own chest sent me kneeling, gasping for air. I look down, and find my hoodie (well, actually Harou's, but whatever) blossoming red with blood. "aww, looks like I bwoke some wibs" the Eraser who had kicked me previously towered over me easily, his expression relaxed. "stupid... Eraser-" that was as far as I got as he quickly punched me right between the eyes, a flash of colors, and I was out for the count.

The Eraser stood up, carrying the unconscious and bleeding blond girl in his hands. He grinned in that evil wolfish manner of his. "such language, and they told me you were seven." he casually exited the half destroyed McDonald's, quickly throwing the two experiments in to the back of a pitch black van. The black vehicle sped away just as a policeman entered the fast food store.

The entire place exploded in a shower of flames just as the unfortunate man stepped inside. He didn't even have time to process what had happened. He and all the other evidences of the kidnapping had been incinerated in the blink of an eye...