Flowering Hearts Chapter 2
By: Alice Langatchi
Hi guys! Long time, no…write. I`m so sorry for my absence…I promise all of you it will NOT happen again. If it does, feel free to track me down and kill me :3 Anyways, I would like to thank my best friend Crying Without A Single Tear (Go check out her stories! She`s amazing :DD Oh, and if you don`t, you better lock your windows and doors tonight…;3) for inspiring me to continue. Well, not really inspiring…More like forcing me to or else she`d kill me. She happened to really like this story as a fellow Katio x Luka shipper. I promise I will update Stay Here With Me, Forever (Is that even the name of it?...It`s been so long I can`t even remember the name of my own story…) as well. Thank you to all who still stayed, reviewed, and favorited my stories even after I was gone. I love you all. I will soon write a story dedicated to all 600+ people who read my stories. ADDEDSIDENOTEYOUPROBABLYDON`TCAREABOUT: My computer is being a laggy female dog, so my story updates might take a bit longer than I expected.
ありがとうございます！
P.S. Adam Pena, if you`re reading this, HI! X3
Days.
Weeks.
Months.
They had all came and went faster than I expected. Luka was still staying with me, her smile still lighting up the room, my feelings for her growing to unexpected proportions. Everything was pretty normal, except for my psychopathic neighbor of course. Nothing had gone wrong at this point, nothing had put us in harm`s way, nothing had troubled us. Then, one week, I had to go out of town to see an old friend of mine who was very sick. I came back on October 8th, expecting to see a smiling face as I opened the door. Instead, what I saw was…complete darkness. I knew something wasn`t right, and I turned on the light to see what looked like a disaster scene. Blood was smeared on the walls, some doors were broken in with an axe, the living room was trashed with broken glass and scattered pieces of wood from the table. I looked into the kitchen, seeing the silverware scattered on the floor, drawers and cupboards open and empty, their contents scattered as well. My bedroom where Luka and I slept was the worst, though. The pillows were thrown across the room, as well as the bed sheets. The nightstand was thrown on the floor, the lamp and my alarm clock both broken. The attic was left untouched, as was the bathroom and washing room.
*L-Luka? If this is some kind of sick joke, it`s not funny!*
There was no response, and I began to get worried, my heart beating faster and faster as moments pass in complete silence, not even a small whimper or giggle to let me know she was there.
*Luka? Luka!*
I tried again, still hearing no response. I heard a loud bang at the door, and all my fears left. I opened it to see, not Luka, but my neighbor, holding a tire iron in his hand.
*Damnit, kid! Will you keep it down? I can hear you all the way from my house!*
He peered into my broken house, sighing a bit.
*Geez kid, calm down. What kinda stuff are you into?..*
He walked back to his house, slamming the door and yelling from inside about some `cat who always tries to kill him`. I brushed it off, looking back at my torn household, tears welling in my eyes. I picked up the phone, immediately calling 1-1-0. I heard a female voice speak out, asking me what was wrong.
*My house has been trashed in, and my roommate is missing!*
I explained everything to her, giving her descriptions of Luka as well as my address. She said the authorities would be there in a moment, and I hung up. Within minutes, the authorities arrived outside. They knocked, and I quickly let them in. They observed the scene as I explained where I was while this was committed, taking notes and drawing a police sketch of Luka based on my description. I looked at the picture, nodding to signify that it looked just like her. I stared at the picture for a few moments, tears welling up in my eyes.
*Please…I don`t care if my house is forever trashed…I don`t care if you never find the person who caused this…I don`t care about anything as long as you find Luka. I`ll be looking myself, but since you are professionals, you`ll probably find her before me. Even if you do find her, and she never wants to see me again, just let me know that she`s safe…*
They took note of this, asking me if I had any relation to her.
*Yes…She`s my girlfriend.*
That was a lie, of course, but I can dream, right? Tears spilled out of my eyes onto the broken floor, the broken floor that lay on the broken ground, the broken ground that lay on the broken world. They nodded, taking note of this as they began to investigate. The only evidence they found was a piece of paper, one that had a simple word that gave me goosebumps:
Goodnight.
That night I stayed over at my cousin`s house, huddled up in the covers of the soft bed I lay on, crying silently. All that ran through my mind was Luka. Luka, Luka, Luka, Luka, Luka…She had taken over my thoughts. I couldn't believe it…She was gone. I treasured her so very much, and now she had been ripped away from me. I hated myself for just laying here in this bed, when Luka could be halfway across the world, scared. I hopped out of bed, getting out of my pajamas and putting some clothes on, leaving a note for my cousin, telling him I was going out of town for a couple of days. I slipped on my shoes, walking out the door and into the chilly October air. I ran all across town looking for her with no prevail. I walked back to my crime-scene house, getting into my car and driving off to the Rosemaw district, thinking Connor might be behind this.
48.8 miles later, I had arrived. I passed by all the huge houses, their occupants fast asleep with no worry. I saw a person walking down the abandoned street, and quickly pulled over, rolling down my window.
*Hello, can you by any chance tell me where the Megurine household is?*
The man nodded, pointing to the biggest house in the neighborhood. I put on my best fake smile, nodding.
*Thank you so much, sir. Have a nice night.* I rolled my window up and drove towards the house, parking in the gigantic driveway. I got out of my car, running up to the door and knocking on it frantically. Moments later, a man answered the door. He looked about mid-30`s, although his hairline was already receding. I pinpointed him as Connor, Luka`s past caretaker.
*What can I do for you?*
I looked at him sternly, answering in an angry tone.
*I want you to tell me where Luka is…*
I paused for a moment, my anger welling up inside.
*Connor.*
The man smiled mischievously, replying nonchalantly.
*Oh, you must be Kaito. Sorry to disappoint, but I don`t have Luka. Why? What`s happened to her?*
His evil smile only grew bigger, as did the silence surrounding us.
*Did she…disappear?~*
*Listen here Connor. I want you to tell me where she is, now! I know you had something to do with this, you evil bastard!*
*Now now, loverboy. We don`t use language like that around here. Face it, Luka`s gone, and there is nothing to prove I played a part in this. Sure, I abandoned that pitiful girl, but not once did I want her back. What is the purpose of me leaving her just to kidnap her months later? Ever think of that? Huh? Hurry up and speak, kid. I have unfinished business to take care of.*
*No, you listen, you evil bastard. You kidnapped Luka, that`s a fact. I want to know where she is, and you know you had more than a small part in this. Tell me now, Connor. I won`t ever bother you again if you just tell me where she is. It`s all I want.*
*You`re out of luck, kid. I don`t know where she is.*
He laughed softly, shrugging his shoulders ever so slightly.
*She`s probably dead~ Serves her right. She was so stupid, anyways.*
*And what? You aren`t?*
*Watch your mouth, kid; you`re pushing your luck.*
I simply rolled my eyes at him as I gritted my teeth.
*What luck? I don`t have any at this point! I lost the one thing I truly care about, and you`re over here laughing? You were her guardian at one point, no? Where was the love you had for her then? Did it just fall apart like the hair that once covered your bald spot? You disgust me. What kind of human being throws away their love for another that they`ve been with nearly their whole life? I`ve never hated anyone, but it`s safe to say that I hate you, Connor. Have a nice night.*
My tone dripped with sarcasm at my last remark, and I walked back to my car, hearing the front door slam behind me as I got in. I called one of the detectives that was investigating with the police, telling him about Connor and to list him as a suspect, giving him his address. He told me he would call him in for questioning tomorrow and fared me a goodnight. I hung up, running a hand through my hair, sighing softly as I drove off. I drove all around the district before coming to a small abandoned house on the top of a hill. I was completely and utterly suspicious of it, as anyone would be. I thought maybe, just maybe, there was a small chance Luka would be here. I opened up my glove box, finding a flashlight I had put there about two weeks ago. I turned it on and went into the house, the floorboards creaking as I stepped on them, waving my flashlight around and looking for any signs of Luka.
*L-Luka? Are you here?*
I felt a chill go up my spine, and I turned around slowly to see…
Absolutely nothing.
The rooms contained nothing but the occasional smeared blood stain on the wall, but I continued to look, nearly losing all hope before I found a door that I overlooked. I peered in, seeing nothing but a cold, stone floor, blood, and a coat rack. I took a closer look around the room, and to my disappointment, found nothing. I turned around quickly and was about to place my hand on the doorknob before seeing something pink flash on the floor. I looked down again, picking the long hair strand up delicately. I took it back to my car, not letting it out of my sight once, for fear of dropping it. I called the detective, still watching the strand, telling him what I had found. He told me to place it into one of the plastic bags he gave me the day before, just in case I found any clues. I carefully placed it in, making sure it was secure and placed it into my glove box. He told me he would take the evidence tomorrow morning, and we both hung up. I started up my car, moving a few feet before seeing tire tracks leading off. I quickly got out of my car, taking pictures of them for the police before getting in my car and following them. They led off into a field where a narrow path was plowed in the middle. They quickly led me out of the field and into a woodland area where the tracks simply stopped. I looked around for other tracks but they were all…gone. How is that even possible? They led me here and simply stopped? What the hell? I sighed, getting back in my car and driving back to town, stopping on the outskirts. I thought of an idea I was too stupid to realize earlier: If they really took Luka away in a car…Then someone must have seen it! Maybe someone was walking and they saw a car parked outside! But then again, they would probably call the cops if they saw a girl being dragged into a car…Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask, right? I slept in my car that night, dreaming of Luka.
I woke up the next morning at around 8am, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I got out of my car, walking to numerous houses and knocking at the doors, asking if anyone saw anything suspicious. One of the ladies said she had seen a green car drive off from my house, but she had suspected nothing but a visit from a friend. I nodded, thanking her and going over to my car once again, driving to the Rosemaw district. Connors`s car was green. GREEN. He had to have something to do with it! I smiled in my victory, arriving at the Megurine household within 45 minutes. I saw his car parked in the driveway and wrote down the license plate number, getting out of my car and knocking on the door to the house, receiving no answer.
*CONNOR! I know you`re there, answer the damn door!*
I did this continuously for about five or so minutes until I got fed up and opened the unlocked door. What I saw brought me down, and I looked around in shock. The house…
The house was empty.
Nothing was there, except for a small piece of paper left on the floor.
Goodnight.