A/N: At the request of readers, I will reveal the murderer in this second chapter. Tell me after you finish this, would you like a third chapter, that's the happy ending? You'll see what I mean later. This second chapter is totally lame isn't it. -sigh- Well, better than nothing?
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"Hey Kanata, come with me to the antique store today?" I questioned my best friend.
"Sorry Santa, not today. I promised Miyu I would go watch a movie with her." Kanata said while putting the books away in his school bag.
"But-" I began.
But, he already left before I could finish my sentence.
I sighed inwardly. It's been like this ever since Miyu transferred. Although the two aren't dating, everyone knows that they have feelings for each other. So, it's basically the same thing as them dating.
We never hang out anymore. And it's all because he spends all his free time with Miyu. With Miyu...It's all her fault. If only she weren't here......
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"BAKA!!!" Miyu screamed as she punched Seiya to who knows where.
This would be about the hundredth time that Seiya tried this again, and ended up with the same result. He transformed into Kanata and tried kissing Miyu.
She doesn't know how much it hurts. Not the punch in the face, or any other body part. But the pain I get in my heart.
Seeing her with happy with another guy. Seeing her face brighten everytime she sees him. Seeing her with...Kanata.
I can't make her smile like then when she's around me. I can't make her laugh like him. I can't make her feel the same way about me as him.
It's useless no matter what I try.
In her heart, there's only room for Kanata.
But maybe...what if Kanata weren't around?
No.
No! I can't do that. I can't even think about it.
She would be devastated if I did...
But I want to make her mine. Mine and mine only. Only for me to see.
Like a doll put on display. She would belong only to me. And I wouldn't let anyone else touch her, or see her for that matter.
Yes. If only I could......
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"So, are you two going out?" I asked her.
She blushed furiously and stammered out what sounded like a 'no'.
"But, you like him don't you?" I questioned.
She began muttering something incoherent. I could pretty much figure out what it is she said.
But what she said, and what she actually feels are two different things.
I know deep down, I know her real feelings for him. I know she loves him.
I'm such an idiot. To think she would still like me. I should've seen this coming.
I was too slow. I waited too long, thinking. Thinking about her. About me, and my feelings. Thinking she would wait for me.
I waited too long and lost her.
It was too late to win her heart again. Or at least, not by usual means. I could not woo her back.
There was nothing humane that I could do.
I desperately wanted her though. I needed her. She was the water in my life.
She would pull me up with I began to fall. I had to have her. No matter what.
She needed to belong to me. And only me.
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She tells me they're just friends.
Seiya. And Mizuki.
Even if they're just friends to her. I know. I know that they aren't just friends with her.
She's mine. I won't hand her over to anyone.
But. But. How can she be mine?
We're not going out. We haven't confessed to each other. I have no idea how she feels about me.
This is so unfair. I wish she was mine. I wish that she loves me as much as I love her.
I need to make her mine.
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I hate seeing the two of them together.
Kanata and Miyu.
Obviously in love with each other, but oblivious to the others feelings.
What hurts most is watching her. Seeing the love of my life in pain as she watches the pair.
She reacts violently and everybody thinks wrong of her. But she's not. She's just hurt. And covering her pain. But I can see it. I can see the hurt in her eyes.
Why?
Because it's identical to mine.
The pain I get everytime I see her freak out.
I want to hold her close. I want to take away all her pain. I want her to look at me.
I want her to see how much I love and care for her. But she only has eyes for him.
I wish she could be mine. I wish she could see how much hurt he brings to her. I wish she would notice me.
But I know. I know her feelings for him are just as strong as my feelings for her. If not stronger.
So what can I do?
How can I take away her. And my pain. How can I rid of this happy couple?
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It's not fair.
Those two.
I was here first. I was supposed to end up with him. I was supposed to be happy.
Those two deny their feelings for each other, but it's obvious what they feel.
Why did it happen this way?
If I had not moved to America, would I be in her place?
Would I have been that special girl in his heart?
It's not fair. What did I do to deserve this?
She's in the way. It's all her fault.
It's all her fault isn't it?!
If I get rid of her...
If I get rid of her, can I get in his heart?
But I can't can I?
Even if I get rid of her, his feelings for her linger. So what am I suppose to do?
Can I, Should I try? Will it work?
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I hate it.
Seeing the two of them together.
Everytime they get close, my imagination blows wild and I go crazy.
But it's because I'm in love. Yes. I go crazy for love. I am crazy in love. In love with him. Him and only him.
Oh, how I wish he would turn his eyes towards me. How I wish I could take her place.
How I wish...she would disappear.
No. NO. NO!
I mustn't. I mustn't think such horrible thoughts.
She is a dear friend to me.
He is a my loved one.
I love them both dearly.
I cannot think of such vulgar acts.
But what am I supposed to do?
This pain is killing me.
I almost can't stand it anymore.
What can I do.
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I heard that they were going on a date. On her birthday. I heard he was going to confess to her.
I can't let this happen. I can't let them end up together, more than they already are.
But what can I do?
I'm just...just crazy in love.
And I'll do anything. ANYTHING.
Adrenaline ran through me as the idea came. It was simple. So amazingly simple.
I laughed. Long and hard. I can't believe it was this simple.
I knew what I could and what I had to do.
I quickly scribbled down my thoughts. I grinned widely. This was it.
I trashed the paper, careful not to let anyone get to it.
It was the perfect plan.
March 11
Tonight, I snuck into her apartment.
I was ready to put my plan into action.
It was raining as I entered her room through the window. I carefully walked to her bedside, making sure I left no marks.
I arrived to see her sleeping, not so peacefully.
I lowered myself to see her continually tossing and turning.
She was having a nightmare?
Well, she was about to get one.
But before I could even blink. I heard her scream. Her voice pierced the silence of the night.
I knew I couldn't do it. Not now. I sneaked my way over to the window, as quickly as possible. And I made my escape.
There was always tomorrow.
March 13
Okay. I chickened out yesterday and the day before. But not today.
Today, after school, I secretly followed her. She didn't notice at all. As she continued walking normally.
I decided on how to do it this time.
I snuck into one of the nearby apartments.
And I pushed a flower pot slightly.
And down it went.
It came crashing down onto the Earth.
Unfortunately, it missed.
Missed the target. I had to escape before she could look.
Another failed attempt.
March 14
That's it! I can't stand it anymore. My days are counting down quickly. I must act now.
It seems that I must go directly and finish my business.
I quickly changed my clothes and prepared for what lay ahead.
I glanced at the clock before I left. It read 11:40PM.
By the time I arrived it was already 11:54PM.
I climbed up the wall and reached her apartment window. I could see she was still awake.
I opened the window slowly letting my presence sink in.
She gasped in horror. Or fear.
Three minutes passed by. Neither of us aware.
And then. She got up. She got up and ran.
Ran for her dear life.
At this point, my love had gone wild. I furiously began chasing her down.
No more fun and games. This was my last chance. It was either now or never.
She was pretty quick, but I was much faster.
We were outside now and she had tripped.
Perfect...
I approached her slowly. My grip around the weapon tightened as I drew it down on her.
With one stroke, she lay there motionless. I had caught my prey.
I don't know what came over me.
I felt scared.
Like she wasn't gone yet. And she would get up again.
And I couldn't let that happen.
So I drew my weapon down on her again and again.
Blood splattered everywhere.
Finally. Finally. I looked at her.
She looked like a porcelain doll. With her snow white face and blood stained red lips. She was a doll now. A doll that could no longer walk. No longer talk. And most importantly, she couldn't love him anymore.
I heard the sound of police sirens and I knew I must take my leave. I threw away the weapon and escaped into the forest.
Finally. Finally. She was gone.
But then it hit me. What I had just done. I killed a friend.
My world was spinning. I grasped my hair as I cried out in frustration. What had I just done?!
Tears spilled out of my eyes. I... I killed her.
I clenched my chest. It hurt so much. This pain was far greater than what I felt before. My heart felt like it was on fire.
My breathing grew more and more rapid with every second.
I. I. I killed Miyu Kouzuki.
My blood stained hands as the proof.
I cried out as I looked at my hands. Dirty with hate.
I took out a knife from my pocket and began to chop off my hatred filled hands.
I felt numb all over. Nothing hurt more than my heart at this moment.
Suddenly I realized what I was doing. I dropped to the floor. What was wrong with me?
What has happened?
I knew it. The only thing I could do at this point. On the tree next to me, I wrote out a message in my own blood.
'I'm sorry'
And then, my world blacked out.
March 15th--12:01AM
Death:
Miyu Kouzuki---Homicide
March 15th--12:06AM
Death:
Nozomu Hikarigaoka---Suicide.