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Wonderful Wonder World

~ Chapter Eight: Much To Do About Something ~

After much begging from those who were really worried about her, everyone decided that it would be best if she were left alone for the night. If they pushed her too much, she may resent them forever and they wouldn't get anything accomplished at all. Her as in Fleur and them as in Conrart, Gisela, Yuuri and Wolfram - the ones who had gotten close to Fleur within a short period of time.

The next morning, no one could find Fleur anywhere. Conrart, Gisela, Yuuri and Wolfram searched high and low for Fleur. "Now where on earth could that child have gone," questioned Gisela. "Come on, Fleur, you shouldn't be out and about in your condition," said Conrart. "Fleur, where did you go," asked Yuuri. "This isn't funny at all," declared Wolfram.

That was when Dakoskos rushed up to them, out of breath, eyes wide. "There is a strange woman throwing air punches and high kicks in the yard!" Tragically, he had almost been a victim, but he ended up rushing away from Fleur at the very last moment, leaving her to her business and going to fetch someone who could deal with the situation better to do something about it. I-I don't know how to handle this!

Wolfram face palmed himself and groaned. "Conrart, go and retrieve your crazy girlfriend!" Sheesh, that brother of mine chooses the oddest of the oddest! He ran his palm along his face in frustration. Would he have been the abusive type should he have been the one to actually be Fleur's boyfriend? No. Would they get along? No for most of the time and yes for rare moments. Well, at least Yuuri was much easier to get along with.

Ignoring his ignorant, cocky younger brother, Conrart walked straight ahead as he made his way towards the door that lead outside and into the castle yard. He stared in front of him with one eyebrow raised. What on earth is she doing? He smiled halfway and sighed with the shrug of his shoulders as he decided that he would decide how to handle the situation once he had actually approached her.

Just as he exited the castle and entered the castle yard, he heard a startled "Whoa!" as Fleur covered his eyesight, toppling forward towards him. "Ahhhh - oof!" He caught her in his arms before she could fall and hurt herself.

He held her out at arms length and stared at her in confusion. "What in the world are you doing, Fleur?" In all my life, I have never known her to behave in such a manner, but then again, I really haven't known her all that well. He realized not to make assumptions so quickly. He really had only gotten to know her a little bit better within a short period of time. Sure, she was weird, but that didn't mean that she was crazy.

She blushed and giggled sheepishly. Drat! Caught and guilty as charged. "Ah, um, I was just…you know…" Her voice got squeakier. "Exercise?" It was just so embarrassing that he had caught her in the process of her Just Dance Just Sweat exercises that she had remembered. The beat of each song had played inside her mind.

A worried expression entered her eyes as she began to stare at her toes. "I have been thinking, Conrart, maybe I should go back to my world." A tsunami of unpleasantness engulfed her. It wasn't fear, but it was very painful for her to go back to the place she had just come from. I can't do this. Even though… The image of what had happened weeks before her arrival in the demon world flashed inside her mind and she shut her eyelids against the world, taking a deep breath and then releasing it as a loud sigh. "I really don't want to, but…" She shook her head with a gulp and rushed towards the site where she had first set foot into the demon world. There is something still left undone, she thought as she dove into the water.

"Wait!" Determined to understand her situation and concerned for her wellbeing, Conrart chased after her, diving in at the very last moment. She is in a great deal of pain. He wasn't secretly a female and he wasn't homosexual and maybe he had just a little bit of a girly side to him, but for some reason, he could feel very strongly that something was just simply not right.

She arrived in her world without so much as a loud splash, the glasses that miraculously survived the fall from the outside window ledge and the fall through the trees still in tact. Of course, she hadn't noticed Conrart hide himself behind the large roots of a large tree that jutted out from the wall of the deep ravine like creek.

"Where have you been?" A voice mixed itself amid the sounds of nature, but was still very clearly heard. It was a male, about five foot six, maybe weighing about one-hundred-ninety pounds, very muscular, very pale skin. He stood there and glared daggers at the young woman before him. The man had climbed his way into the ravine like creek in order to entertain himself by tossing around rocks while he waited for his girlfriend to return.

Fleur jumped and froze. "N-Nowhere." What went through her mind at that point was a recent memory that made her just want to double over and vomit. It was one of those Fifty Shades of Gray experiences. So disgusting!

"You lie!" In anger and frustration, he grabbed her by the wrists and squeezed them, yanking her close and holding her there with his left arm around her torso, also blocking her arms from flailing about. He slid his right hand along her stomach and down towards her crotch, curling his fingers.

She shivered, about to throw up all over him. Oh, why did I ever like this guy?! Tears gathered in her eyes. With all of her being, she cried out for help, hoping that someone would discover what was going on and come to her rescue.

Conrart snuck his way behind the man without either of the two noticing him. "Get your filthy hands off her!" A sheathed sword came down upon the guy's head, a glare of death directed at him. That isn't how you treat a lady!

She gasped and stared wide eyed at him. "C-Conrart?" Why did that idiot have to come after me?! Then she suddenly felt very sad and took off as fast as her feet would stand the current and as fast as her legs would stand the tall weeds in her way. The creek's water deepened and the current quickened. It must've rained recently.

"Fleur," called Conrart a little ways behind her. He frantically chased after her yet again, kicking up water in his wake. There is no way! She can't be… He didn't even want to consider it.

"Look, will you just shut up and leave me alone already?!" Anger and frustration emitted from her very being. How on earth could he be so moronic?! After all, she had kissed way more guys and even girls in her life time than was really good for her. She had sex with the very same guy he had hit upside the head with an unsheathed sword. Who on earth would want her? Only a complete moron would want her.

Her once and for all solution stood right in front of her and she reached up for the tree branch that hung just above her head and swung herself out as far as she possibly could. Down, down, down, down she went and impacted a shallow area with water running over the rocks. She stared up at the sky for a moment and then closed her eyes, just waiting for it all to come to an end. Crimson red blood leaked out from behind her head and stained the water even more than it already was stained.

A silhouetted figure looked down to where she laid. A vaguely familiar voice could be heard calling her name. The man leapt from ledge to ledge until he finally reached her and then he dropped to his knees beside her to her left. Tears gathered in his eyes as he reached for a stray, drenched strand of her hair plastered to her forehead. "Why," he whispered.

A voice echoed amongst the pitch black walls of her mind. Fleur. It was the deep bass voice of a man, maybe one who could sing very well. The man called her name. Care. You should care, it said to her.

I don't care anymore, she replied back to the voice.

You should care more. It's not yet your time.

I don't like it. A world opened up to her. It was warm and bright and there were endless sprinkles of different colored flowers. She couldn't tell exactly whom it was that had stood behind her, but she was able to tell that it was someone very comforting to her. I want to stay here with you. I want to stay here where it's warm and bright and beautiful.

Her breathing slowed and her heart beat once before there was a pause and the second beat came. Pain pierced her chest. She no longer breathed and her heart didn't beat again.

Conrart felt himself to be in a nightmare. It was torture to be a first hand witness to something so tragic. Someone he truly cared about had just slipped from between his fingers. All it took was a snap and fate turned itself around on a dime.