Oh my dear gods, I want to kill Adobe. It's being annoying and slowing down my computer.
Anyway, school is officially out for the summer! ^w^ So we should be able to update this story more often..? I guess that depends on how long I procrastinate...
Onto the story! Also, I'd have Kirito knocked out for pretty much the whole chapter, but he specifically asked me not to do that... :(
.:Scarlett's POV:.
Do you know how hard it is to carry a teenage boy down several flights of stairs, onto a bus, off the bus, and into your hotel, somehow maneuvering yourself so that you don't take up too much room in the tiny elevator? It's pretty freaking hard.
When I finally reached the door to the room that Kirito had rented yesterday, I was exhausted. Unlocking the door and pushing it open, I nearly collapsed in relief when I saw there was a small couch by the door that I could dump Kirito on.
Stumbling over to the couch, I dropped Kirito on it, making sure he wouldn't fall off. Then I made my way over to the bed, laying down on it and immediately passing out.
When I woke up, it was dark outside. Yawning, I rolled off the bed and stretched my arms. I walked over to the couch, where Kirito was still passed out. I sighed and pulled out my phone, intending on calling Lord Death to tell him the mission was done.
Right before I dialed the last number, I realized something. We only collected two Kishin souls. And with Kirito passed out, I'm the only one left to find the last damn soul. I turned off my phone, debating on whether or not the last Kishin had blown up because of the bomb.
I grabbed a notepad from the counter near the sink, quickly scribbling a note on it. I tore the paper off and put it in Kirito's hand, hoping he wouldn't drop it. Then I opened the door and stepped into the hallway.
It really was easier to climb up the building, I thought as I dragged myself up the endless staircase of doom. Spotting the door that lead to the clockwork part of the tower, I cheered. Yay, no more stairs!
I pushed the door open cautiously, not sure what I would find on the other side. The room appeared to be only slightly damaged, with the gears that turned the hands on the clock somewhat melted. From where I was standing, I couldn't see a soul floating anywhere. I glanced down. The floor appeared to be mostly intact.
I carefully stepped forward, watching the floor to make sure it wouldn't fall because of my weight. I stopped moving for a minute when the floor underneath me groaned and shifted.
Behind me, I could hear footsteps, light and drawn out, like whoever the footsteps belong to was trying to sneak up on me.
I whirled around, prepared to confront somebody. The footsteps stopped, but I couldn't see anyone.
I spun around again, not surprised when the footsteps started up again. I walked forward a bit more, this time paying more attention to the footsteps than the floor.
When I reached the partially melted gears in the middle of the floor, I heard the footsteps behind me again, this time much closer. I turned around, expecting to find someone there this time, since there was nowhere to hide. I still couldn't see anyone, but for a moment, I thought I saw something in the air glimmer. I shook my head. There's nothing there.
I started turning around again. About halfway through the spin, I saw a flash of light. I threw myself to the spot where I saw the light and hit something. The something and I crashed to the floor. Cracks appeared around the floor where whatever I crashed into and I had landed.
I shifted my body so I wasn't on the invisible thing, and the floor saw that as an invitation to get more cracks.
Reaching toward the spot the invisible thing and I had landed, my hand brushed something. I heard a sigh before a short girl appeared in front of me, holding a strange piece of fabric.
"That was kind of rude, was it not?" the no-longer-invisible person said with a British accent that sounded completely fake.
I shrugged. "You were following me, were you not?" I replied with a better British accent than she could do. "Anyway," I said, dropping the accent, "it'd probably be smarter to focus on other things, like the fact that the floor is about to give."
The girl looked down at the floor, making a face when she realized what I said was true. "It's your fault," she said.
I sighed, not willing to get into this argument, just as the girl moved slightly and the floor cracked even more. Her eyes widened, and she immediately stopped moving.
"You know, this floor's going to give if either of us move again, right?" I asked, making sure the girl, who didn't seem all that bright, was informed of our situation.
She rolled her eyes and, in the process of doing so, accidentally moved her left hand. The floor gave way and we fell
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Okay... Um, I kinda failed at making Kirito appear toward the end there... Oh well~!
Feel free to tell me how evil I am for making a cliffhanger!
~Kirito and Scarlett