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The previous chapter in two lines! : Allison gets accustomed to Yuuki and Yori. Decides to collect a few books from a store only to be stopped by Zero.
Note: Allison's thoughts are in italics.
The next chapter is a bonus chapter!
CHAPTER 3
Kiryuu Zero's eyes shot a quick glance down at his watch. Starlight rim; as if to compliment his hair. Quartz movement; as if to reflect his heightened senses. A chunky accessory.
Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.
Each needle showed a resistance and yet time showed no signs of halting. The silver metal felt cold on his curbed wrist. It was past 2:00 am and somehow neither Yuuki nor the Night Class seemed to be anywhere in sight. Zero was allowed to assimilate this and the possibility that Yuuki was with Kaname at this very moment. He'd long known that Yuuki had felt deeply about Kaname. Her Kaname-sama; calm as a dead man, forever conniving. All this Yuuki failed to see. In Kaname she saw heart, in Kaname she saw warmth, in Kaname she saw all that Zero did in her. Every pint of her alluring blood would scream it's desire for Kaname whilst Kiryuu drank.
"There's no need to call Yuuki. I'm leaving for downtown. Anyhow, enjoy doing whatever it is you're doing." chuckled Allison, simultaneously snapping Zero back from his thoughts.
Zero never ceased to amaze himself with how he linked all his thoughts to Yuuki.
"It's late. Very late. I don't want to be responsible for you Murakami-senpai... *Please* get back in." stated Zero, more firmly than before. The idea of dragging her back in didn't appeal to him much.
I'm still the teacher. Moreover, he chose to address me as senpai *again*. "
"Murakami-senpai, are you getting ba...?"
Finding it best to sideline his order Allison strutted out off the gate, leaving Kiryuu hanging mid sentence. A part of her wished for Zero to stop her. .. Always hope Allison. Always hope.
x
The night was at it's darkest hour; the trees appeared to be long dead. Allison hugged herself and followed down the path she was most familiar with. Murakami comforted herself as she hummed her dad's songs. A single street lamp was seen in the distance. The store's adjacent to the lamp. That is if I remember correctly...
Allison's feet took long, swift steps. Heels clacked against the granite. The sound of somebody clearing their throat.
I shouldn't look up, there's someone following me. Or maybe I'm just ... I'm overreacting. Just like I do when my favourites never win a race.
On reaching the bookstore, Allison quickly grabbed hold of the golden doorknob, got in and banged the door shut, almost relieved. The store was warmly lit and had a seating area as its focal point. A man of say 40 looked up to see who the rather rude visitor was, not to mention, mad visitor, considering the hour.
"How may I help you, ma'am?" he asked tiredly. "Erm... Here's a list of books I'd like. The third one on there isn't important." replied an enthusiastic Allison. The warmth of the place had woken her up.
"Aah yes. We do have these. Is there anything else you'd like?" questioned the man. "Nope! Nothing else, thank you." smiled Allison as she watched the bearded man walk down the aisle to get the books.
Tinkle. Tink. Tink.
"I never really do not get why you choose to keep the shop open, at this hour, when you could be at home Franco." coughed a lady in the background, obviously addressing the man assisting Murakami. Allison turned around to see who else, had found the need to visit the store, at such an hour. On doing so she was faced with a lady, presumably very close to Franco's age. She wore a romantic white blouse and a strange aura about her...
"Oh, so you have a costumer..." whispered the narrow eyed lady. Allison's presence clearly irritated her.
Franco's expression suggested he hadn't expected the lady to drop in. He hurriedly pressed the books onto Allison's palms, "Dear, it is very late. Shouldn't you be heading for home now. Do you have someone waiting outside?" "Oh no. I've come alone. There's no need to worry", she tittered, "the academy is closeby!" Allison replied to a now frowning face as she handed over the money.
"The academy... interesting." said the lady who'd been listening all along. An agitated Franco now addressed her, "And why have you come here. Are we not done yet?" he hissed. "Hahahahaha! Are you not indebted to me anymore... A drink for a life?... Do you honestly believe it works that way, Franco ?" cackled the lady.
"I've always been indebted to you, but you still haven't answered my question, Shiori... Why are you here?"
Awkward. Awkward. Very awkward. I better leave...
"Have you not guessed already, Franco? You! The girl from the academy... What's your name?" Is she talking to me? A surprised Allison thought it best to respond to the lady, "Allison... Allison Murakami." she said with her head hung low. The lady's voice commanded respect...
"Let her be." growled the Franco. Crackling fire. The slow turning of the fan above them. Rising tensions? Allison could feel it, had she known why, she would've taken her leave ages ago.
"Franco! She should've known better. Allison dear, since when did Kaien Cross get so careless?" mused the lady. Allison watched how she formed her words intently.
What in the wo...
Are those fangs... I SWEAR I SAW FAN... STOP YELLING AT YOURSELF. SHE JUST HAS WEIRD TEETH. Out of shape teeth! Step out now...
Making use of whatever understanding Allison had of the situation, she reached for the door knob.
Click.
"Allison-chan, what's the hurry? Stay a little longer. Franco will gladly escort you back later." ordered the lady. She believed Allison wouldn't dare defy her.
It was Allison's turn, "You have such a beautiful name, Shiori-senpai... Though, I never really did learn the true meaning of it. There, you now have something to occupy yourself with when I' m gone. Oyasuminasai! Oh! And thank you for the books FRANCO! SIR!"
Let's hope that that was enough for you to let me get out of here.. .And with that, Allison pulled open the door to the sinister looking street. She fixed two of the books under her arms and [finally] exited the premises... The flickering street lamp adjacent to the store [finally] gave away; and the sound of glass being shattered was [finally] heard...?
Glass? Huh. A gun was cocked. The shriek of an older man and a shot.
The shot echoed.
The store...
Allison whipped herself about and crashed into the store, not caring about the books she'd carried in with her. Hands on knees Murakami panted as she started to put the pieces together. Franco lay stone cold on the red carpet. Beard stained with blood, his eyes were screaming the word fear louder than he had.
Oh GOD. Is he... NO NO NO NO NO. Did you not promise yourself to never get yourself in such a situation like this, Allison. NOT AFTER MOM AND DAD. NO NO NO NO NO. Inhale / Exhale. Can't BREATHE.
"I suggest you sit down Allison... *cough* You shouldn't have come back... "the lady's slender fingers placed themselves on Allison's shoulder.
"Get your hands off of me!" whimpered Murakami. Brushing off Shiori's fingers she ran towards Franco's body. Ignoring the gore of it all, she lifted his limp body and placed it against the wall.
"PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE! WAKE UP! SOMETHING!"
Her palm flapped itself against his cheeks, as she desperately tried to stop the bleeding, despite knowing well, it'd been too late.
"What've you done! OH LORD... "cried Allison. She was a contained wreck, looking for an opportunity to explode, yet, too scared to.
Shiori cringed upon being blamed for Franco's death. Biting her lips she snarled, "Isn't it obvious, silly child. The gun's in his hand. Franco was responsible for his own death..." As stated, a firmly held pistol was seen in his right hand. The lunula of his thumb appeared to be a deep red. Murakami felt silly for having jumped to such a conclusion. "But, he was perfectly fi-ne *sigh* when I got in." sobbed Allison, "And wha.. What now...?" she questioned. I don't want to trust her.
The lady seemed amused, her glistening blue eyes met Allison's. She was aware that Murakami didn't trust her. The girl was right in doing so. All the same, Shiori was glad that Murakami was present there. She made the perfect cover up.
"Call the authorities? You've got to calm Allison-chan." Shiori lowered her voice, "It was his decision to make."
"But... why didn t you stop him?"
"I don't like that you ask so many questions, Murakami-chan..." "I don't like that you never answer my many questions, Shiori-senpai... ..."
Shiori's gaze fixed itself on Allison, it was the last time it would do so.
"Get back to the academy, I'll take care of this... mess... Let Kaien Cross know of this." ordered the lady. Leaving Franco's side, Allison stood up straight, "I'll be sure to inform Kaien Cross..." replied Murakami as she wiped away the beads of sweat, that has started to appear on her lean neck. Yet, her heart remained as reluctant as before.
With Allison out of the way, Shiori had a clear view of Franco's . She kneeled down besides his body. Head bent, her hair fell loose. Placing her hand behind Franco's now limp neck she gradually sunk her teeth it.
The lifeless body jolted ever so slightly..
All of this, while Allison watched.
The expected, unexpected.
"WHAT'RE YOU DOING!" cried a bewildered Allison, first finding herself unable to move, then forcefully shoving Shiori from besides Franco."Leave now!" grunted the lady, grabbing hold of Franco's neck again, she sounded disoriented, Franco's neck seemed to be her only worry.
Allison shuddered and threw a dirty look at Shiori, who was gladly licking away the blood on Franco's stunned face now. "Ugh... I've read about freak cults, but really..."
Not caring for her books, Murakami hastily stumbled out of the door.
Why didn't she stop him?
Was Shiori really drinking Franco's blood?
Why was the mirror shattered?
Did Franco really shoot himself.
What was I doing there...
Sealing her own thoughts, she ran towards the academy as fast as she could. Allison's compulsive need to be answered and to be able to understand situations, pushed her to do this. The main gate...
x
"Yuuki-chan! Zero-chan! Are you around !", yelled an out of breath Allison. Ugh! Why bother! Kaien should be the first to know.
Murakami searched about for the two guardians one last time and headed towards the headmaster's office.
x
A yellow light still shone from below the chairman's door. The crinkling of papers was the most distinct sound, coming through the door. Less than a few second later, the unmistakable mumbling of two men. But Murakami had no time to waste, so she put on the expression of an informant and knocked thrice on the door.
*Gasp!*
A taken aback Allison drew in a sharp breath. No, the door hadn't opened, but instead, Murakami found herself being pulled away from the door. She looked down to see a sturdy hand wrapped firmly around her waist. As she came to think of it, Allison could hear the timely beating of the person's heart. The arm felt cold and so did the breath. "The chairman doesn't want to be disturbed." he said stiffly, slowly letting go of her.
"You didn't have to do THAT! Aah! The store Kiryuu, Franco..." too discomposed to continue, Allison grabbed onto his shirt and took some time to compose herself. Not being the patient kind, Zero cocked his head. It was his turn to pin her to the wall. Her back met the wall with a small thud. "Murakami-senpai," he questioned, " why do you smell of blood?"
A tingling sensation.
Hundreds of more questions.
Frustrating oblivion.
"How do you know that..." said cum squealed Allison. "Why does everyone take stuff like this so lightly around here!"
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