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As requested by Lucretia, I've made a cover for this fanfic. You can check out the full size in my DA account, check out the link in my profile, or just go to elisethewritingdesk dot deviantart dot com. It was too bright though.

Anyway, it took me three hours to get this chapter out. I love you so much, that's why. Will it be too much to ask if I can get 7 Constructive Reviews that will definitely make me write FASTER and update FASTER? XD

Thank you for your beautiful concerto, Julius. Now ladies, and gentlemen maybe, here's the chapter you've been waiting for...!

My Immortal

After the suicide announcement of Boris Airay, millions of fans were broken-hearted. Including Vivaldi, who couldn't bring herself to watch the ex-Super Star's music videos anymore. She sighed. Oh, life without an idol left her with a lot of time and confusion of what to do with it.

"Doctor Crims, it's closing time," her nurse reminded. Vivaldi sighed and stood up. "Oh, watch out—"

Too late. Vivaldi toppled hot coffee onto her laptop and it immediately buzzed and something probably exploded, following after thin white smoke.

"Bloody hell!" the purplette doctor exclaimed. "First Boris, and now my husband!"

"Doctor, that's your laptop, not husband."

"No, no, it is. He's my life." She deadpanned, jabbing her finger onto her nurse's chest while grabbing her wet laptop with care. "Oh, sweetheart, hold on for me! Let us find you a doctor!"

The nurse sighed. Seeing Vivaldi this way, no one would believe that she's a very professional and talented surgeon.

~.X.~

"Fans of Boris Airay lights candles around the Pisa Tower—"

Click

"Charity concert of cover songs of the dead Superstar of United Kingdom—"

Click

"—I want to swim with you again, Haru. If not with you, then it's pointless!"

Click

"Hey! I wanna watch that!" Alice protested, snatching the remote from Boris's hand and went to redial the earlier channel. Her eyes gleamed with affection as she watched the swimming-themed anime with four shirtless guys in swimming trunks.

Boris sat up on the sofa and snatched the remote back, changing the channel. Alice protested and tried to get the remote back, only to have him standing, trying to keep the remote away.

"Hey! Ugh. Julius! Tell him to stop this bloody chaos!" she whined to Julius who just entered with their boxed Chinese-dinner. Julius sighed, dropped the boxes, snatched the remote from Boris (fairly easy as he's the tallest in the room) and gave them a look that meant 'stop-being-idiots'.

Like brats being told off, Boris and Alice obediently took seat and grabbed their respective box while Julius found a news channel. It was talking about Boris for a couple minutes before reporting about baby dolphins in Australia.

"Where's the spoon?" Boris asked while tapping the table's edge with the chopsticks. Alice and Julius were midway eating stirred vegetables using chopsticks. The former super star raised his eyebrows upon noticing how they used them.

"How on the bloody earth did Asians come up with this idea?" the pinkish haired guy mumbled, scowling as he struggled to keep the vegetables between his chopsticks. "Struggling to eat bits by bits using two sticks. Gowland should've put this in my diet program, no wonder Asians are so slim by average."

He cursed when his food fell onto the carpet. Alice snickered, picked up some from his box and carefully offered it to him.

"Stop babbling and open up, mate," Alice said, to which Boris casually complied without any awkwardness. Julius shook his head. "Should I help you through all this?" the cross-dresser offered.

"Al, are you a fag?" Boris finally asked.

Julius choked on the stir-fry and doubled over, trying to get the vegs out of his throat. The carrots between Alice's chopsticks fell onto the carpet.

Alice was a girl. And she loved beautiful men being together. Which meant she loved men. Which meant she's not gay. So as 'Al', it's safe for her to say that she's...

"Not a fag." Alice laughed, waving her hand dismissively. "What gives you that idea?"

"Just making sure," Boris shrugged and leaned to eat the vegs Al offered. He chewed and swallowed before continuing. "Girls are not the only ones wanting to keep me. My make-up artist tried to keep me in his apartment and tried to get into my pants, and he said he wanted me as a bottom—"

"Can we eat dinner without talking about sexual topics? Please?" Julius finally cut off, thoroughly irked by the whole thing, his ears were red.

Alice couldn't leave this alone though; her eyes were gleaming in curiosity.

"So you bottomed?"

"Al—"

"I ran off. And just so we clear, in case you have that kind of idea, I don't bottom. You bottom. But that's just in case." Boris said, and scowled before Alice shoved another chopstick of vegetables. He swallowed. "That doesn't mean I would willingly have sex with you. Don't get the wrong idea, okay?"

Julius stared at his half-full dinner box and closed it, standing up with a face that said that he was scarred for life.

~.X.~

Being in the last year of their degree, Alice and Julius got very busy with their assignments. So busy that Boris staying didn't affect much, just as Alice had predicted. Well, at least for Julius. For Alice, it was a drastic change for her wallet outcome.

"Al, I'm hungry." Boris said, looking up over the fridge door when Alice entered the flat. "There's no food here."

"I bought eggs yesterday!" Alice exclaimed in agony, tired from metal works she had this evening. "Like, two dozen!"

"I was hungry so I made milk and mix it with all the eggs for snack this afternoon." Boris then burped, sniffing the scent of eggs he made, and sighed. "And the heater isn't working. I can't shower with cold water."

Alice twitched and stomped into the bathroom to check on the heater. As expected, the gas was out. She had to pay for it with Julius and took turns using it in the most reserving method, but then Boris had to take long showers.

"You know why the heater isn't working mate?" Alice said with a smile, indignant tone, and hands on hips. "Because you bloody showered. You emptied the bloody gas, and the bloody water bill, mate—WATER BILL," she pulled out the bill note.

"Certainly lots of zeroes there." Boris boredly said.

"I invite you to ponder about how this is all your fault." Alice twitched, pocketing the bill. "And you know, why do you take long showers!? You take such long showers; Little Mermaid and Nemo are dead, because you emptied the bloody ocean!"

Boris stared at her boredly, while Alice was gasping from anger. He yawned and walked past the dark blonde.

"Well you should've thought of the ocean before saving me from jumping into it two weeks ago." Said Boris, before heading out.

Alice gasped and followed him, only to see the former super star was running off.

"Hey! Get back here! Don't go killing yourself, you wanker!"

~.X.~

Boris had enough of being scolded. He thought at the least, now that he's not in the industry anymore, he wouldn't have anyone scolding him. No. That Al guy was pissed off just because he took showers.

He stopped on his tracks to observe his surroundings. Certainly not an area he'd known. Luckily it was fairly crowd less, and it was already dark. He could hear the ocean waves. Not that he had planned to jump any time soon.

He remembered something; his fans made a gravestone for him somewhere in this town. Judging from the black railings alongside of the pedestrian, he was near. Boris soon found the cemetery gate and found it unlocked. He was kind of curious of his gravestone.

There was a woman standing there, hugging a laptop.

"...I wonder if it's because of the lack of excitement that you decided to jump off, Airay." She murmured, but loud enough for Boris to hear. "I think I am starting to understand that feeling, if that indeed, was what you felt before jumping off and leaving millions of hearts behind. I wonder if that feels satisfying."

Boris hummed in his mind. He didn't really die, actually. When he was standing there and decided that it should just end, it's because he could see how bland his future would be. Being trained as an entertaining robot. Having none of his own person. Just an empty shell being polished and decorated with stars and sparkles. Nothing inside.

"It doesn't feel as I've accomplished anything, honestly."

Vivaldi flinched and turned to see him. Her eyes widened in horror of seeing the ghost of his idol. A thought to take a selfie with him crossed for a millisecond, but she was too overwhelmed to even move.

Boris Airay before her eyes! The ghost of him!

"I just suddenly realized and wondered if I have been living at all. I never choose anything in my life. I wonder if it makes me a living person. So I thought, there's no difference if I die or live. I've never lived."

"You're wrong."

Boris fell silent when the woman suddenly snapped, even though she was overly tense. It was cold, and she was either shivering from seeing a ghost or the weather kicking her bones. Vivaldi shook her head.

"You can always choose. You can...you could've run away." Vivaldi slightly tore up. "I...I could've run away as well. Now that I've taken this path, I thought that everything that I've done up to this point would be a waste if I just run...but – but running away is much better than ending it." She gazed at the ghost with a new-found determination.

"Running away is better..." Boris murmured, feeling slightly relieved for some reason.

"I mean, I have no idea of facing what's ahead. I'm too scared of speaking up for myself. So I guess I'll just run – in fact, I won't run." Vivaldi shook her head and smiled wryly. "Thank you, Boris. I won't run. I won't kill myself. I think I've ran enough. I think I know how to face it. Thanks to you."

Boris didn't really understand it, but shrugged and turned to leave. Whatever this woman was facing, good thing she had it sorted out. He's still hungry though.

~.X.~

Alice flinched upon seeing a woman sitting by the bus stop. It was quite a horror view to see a woman before a cemetery in a dark night. She shook her head and entered the cemetery. To her relief, Boris was walking around there, kicking pebbles and rubbing his stomach.

"You bloody halfwit!" Alice smacked his back, and he groaned in pain. "What were you thinking!? What if someone recognized you!?"

"That woman," Boris said, pointing across the cemetery, to the woman by the bus stop. "She thought I'm a ghost. That's a halfwit."

The dark blonde scoffed in disbelief, pulling out a beanie and shades, forcing Boris to wear them. She rambled about not to run off without disguise, that she was so scared if he was planning to jump off, the first place she checked was the cliff.

"...I think I will get old. I'm worrying too much for my age." Alice sighed. Boris raised an eyebrow when they stood by the bus stop instead of walking to the west. She noticed his questioning gaze. "I know you're hungry. So let's eat out. Even if I'm not sure how much I can pay us." She laughed nervously, checking her thinning wallet.

"There's a cheap joint with delicious meatloaf on this route," Vivaldi said, catching their attention. Boris noted how the woman didn't notice him. "I'm heading there as well." She smiled.

"Oh, that's splendid." Alice grinned boyishly, and then noticed the laptop in her lap. "Why are you carrying your laptop like that, mate?"

"Ah, this?" Vivaldi whimpered and embraced the portable computer in agony. "Like a babbling fool, I spilled steaming coffee on my husband. Now I can't figure how to live my life. I mean, earlier." She corrected herself with a wry smile.

Alice then carefully took a seat beside her. "May I? I'm from Lewis Academy. I might know how to fix him." She offered politely.

Vivaldi's eyes gleamed, as she stared at the 'man' for the first time. Staring right at 'him'. Who was that, shining like a beautiful knight, the glowing moon behind her? Boris snorted, but looked away. Alice didn't realize that she just made a random woman fell for her. Hard.

~.X.~

A couple of days passed. Another night in the flat. Boris was playing Left4Dead on Alice's laptop, on her bed. It was past midnight. Alice herself was asleep, bending on a table after she spent hours of sorting what's left of her monthly allowance. She had to pay her part of flat, and the double costs of food, and the higher water bill...and the gas...

Julius took off his headphone and turned his chair to gaze at the room. He stood up to notice several pounds and pennies on the table.

"You brought this to yourself." He mumbled while covering her with his blanket. He turned off the light, which didn't bother Boris the slightest, and went for his bed.

Alice groaned in her sleep.

"...Mmm...that's not right..."

Julius paused and stared down at her in worry.

Alice shifted slightly, and dropped her back on the sofa's feet.

"...Julius is the bottom..." she protested in her sleep, and turned. "Take off that butt plug...I am the boss of you..."

No. Julius. You didn't care.

Julius suppress his urge to smack Alice and throw her off the window. He then dragged himself to bed and was unable to sleep until 3 AM as he pondered why did even a girl thought he would be a bottom, until he realized that Alice Liddell was a hard core fujoshi cross-dressing as a guy.