Thanks to my reviewers-
AzArGuRl- well….Rosuto 'died'. And erm..the darkness kinda swallowed Hateshi/Kusota's mentality. Well then…er…it's hard to explain. What's WITW?
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Author's note- this chapter is a bit short but please bare with me. AlsoI couldn't update before now because fanfiction wouldn't let me log on.
Chapter 7
"A Traitor to the Forbidden"
"Nago...ri?" I asked.
This couldn't be him. He was acting like a normal teenager. Not like a murderer responsible for the nightmares people have at nights. He didn't look like he's helped in murder, like he hasn't seen the blood. Ho could he act so…normal? Doesn't he also hate me? I betrayed The Forbidden, I ran away. I killed Kashaku and Rosuto. Did he not know? It was his duty to capture me; didn't he despise my leadership?
But the boy smiled at me. He turned his back towards me and kept making breakfast. I could see he was having some difficulty but he was probably luring me into some kind of fake security. The Forbidden liked to play mind games. I stared at him, waiting for him to attack. I lifted my arm and gathered the little shadows that were present to the inside of my palm.
Nagori turned back towards me, ignoring my self-defense attack.
"Hey Hateshi, could you help me? I'm a horrible cook."
I looked at the boy in confusion. Nagori…cooking? I had to be in some sort of sick twisted nightmare. Why would Nagori spend his time trying to cook? Why would he house me? This had to be some trick, some mind game…no Kashaku couldn't have done anything. He was dead. It was a strange feeling, I could feel his presence but I had seen his death with my own eyes. But he was still there, I could sense him. Fear crept up my spine and my hairs stood up.
I slowly walked closer to Nagori. I had never really gotten to know him but I assumed he was cold, death-driven and had a desperate need to kill me. That taught me never to assume. I had walked over to his side and I saw he was trying to make pancakes.
'Nagori…and pancakes. This is definitely a nightmare.'
I felt no danger so I helped the boy in his meager task. He seemed innocent enough, for the time being.
"Where's Gaara?" I asked, after a while.
Nagori already had the pancakes sizzling in the pan. I smelled the fresh aroma and my stomach churned in pain. I hadn't eating, I couldn't take my eyes off of that damn pan. I tore my eyes away, more pain erupted and growled in my stomach. I looked at Nagori, waiting for his answer. If he made one wrong move, he would die.
"Gaara was in the room across the hall from yours." He answered, noticing the fierceness in my eyes.
He must have noticed, he knew he had to give the right answer. If not, he wouldn't be standing now. Then my mind wandered off, trying to piece together what had happened. Rosuto and the sword, then I couldn't breathe. Afterwards, I woke up in this house and I drifted off again. That was vague.
My memories weren't enough to piece together. I would have to ask Gaara what happened. Was Gaara awake? Or did something happen to him? Was he all right? I didn't want to but I had to ask Nagori maybe he wasn't all that bad.
"Nagori what happened to Gaara? Is he okay?"
I turned away from his stare after he turned off the heat on the stove. My blonde bangs hid my eyes from his view. They were shielding, my eyes from showing the emotions I hid deep inside of me. For a long time, I remember always feeling nothing. I had wished to feel something, feel happiness. Now I had to hide my feelings, never showing my weakness. Especially not in front of my enemies.
Nagori turned to face his finished meal, he placed some pancakes on a plate and held it out to me, he smiled then said in a clam voice,
"He's fine."
I took the plate from him, my stomach slashed at my insides from the smell. I didn't show my hunger and Nagori directed me to sit at the dining table. When I finished I said something I'd never thought I'd say to a Forbidden.
"Th-Thank you." I murmured.
I stood up and washed my plate and then Nagori led me up the stairs and to the room where Gaara was. He opened the door very slightly, slowly. I was anticipating it, my head inched further to be able to see past Nagori and into the room. I saw it was just like mine, almost down to the same amount of stitches on the comforter that was on Gaara. Nagori stood out of the way and I entered the room. Gaara had his eyes closed and I sighed. I was afraid he was injured but he was fine.
I made my way over to his side and kneeled on the floor, resting my arms on the side of the bed. Gaara's chest was expanding and retracting, according with his breath. I sat there, watching him. I was waiting for him to awaken. I wanted to see his expressions.
"I found him, carrying you around town. He looked exhausted. He passed out but before he did, he told me to take care of you. Heh, I couldn't turn you in to the others after I saw he passed out from trying to protect you."
I kept my eyes on Gaara. He did care, he didn't show it but it was there. He felt sad like all other humans, he probably cried like all other humans. That stubborn boy thought he could take on Rosuto, why is he like that? He could have gotten killed.
"Gaara…why are you so stubborn! You could have really gotten hurt…"
I know he was unconscious and Nagori was the only one hearing me. My voice was soft and full of guilt. It was my fault that all of this was happening, because of me, Gaara could get killed. I didn't even fully grasp the predicament here. Gaara and I were against the Forbidden. Gaara had killed the brains behind the organization. They wanted revenge all right, I knew it wasn't going to be easy but there was only Nagori and Hitori. Nagori seemed like I wasn't on his death list. Hitori on the other hand, would be furious with me. She was probably scheming now as I think about this.
"I'm sorry Gaara, I didn't mean to drag you into this."
I was speaking to myself again. Nagori's presence disappeared, he had left. I looked at the floor in guilt. Now that I had free time, my mind forced me to think into my emotions. I sighed, second time today.
"Don't be a crybaby Kusota."
I looked up and noticed Gaara's eyelids were open. He was still breathing softly and he wasn't angry. I smiled, the first time in a long while. I couldn't remember the last time I smiled. It seemed like a century ago that I was that little girl. Have I matured? Maybe, before I was a little whiny girl now, I wanted to save the world. What a change.
"I'm not a crybaby."
Gaara scoffed at my reply, he sat up and looked around.
"Where the hell am I?"
I told him about Nagori and who he was. I made it an essence to mention about Nagori's kindness and that he meant no harm. Gaara seemed to calm down a bit after that. I guided him down the stairs and into the kitchen. There was more breakfast on the table for Gaara.
Nagori was sitting on a chair across form where Gaara's food was. I sat next to the red haired boy as he sat with caution. He obviously didn't trust Nagori. I sighed and asked Nagori why he was helping us.
"I do not see the need to kill you." He responded.
Gaara looked up form his finished plate, "Are you in love with Kusota?"
Nagori shook his head, his face showed confusion. He obviously didn't know Gaara.
"Then don't do us any favors."
'Cold as usual…'I rolled my eyes but inside, I was smiling. Maybe this wasn't going to be as hard as I thought. Already, I had found one more friend. This was as many as I have ever had.
FlashbackI was running around with a boy.
We were at a park, the sand came up after my feet. I fell but the boy came and picked me up with a smile.
I could feel my age, I was an energetic 9 year old.
"Kashakuuuu!" I whined.
The boy smiled at me and hugged me.
"I'll always be here for you, don't worry."
End of FlashbackWhat was that memory? I was…friends with Kashaku? A cold chill embraced me, my ears tuned to a voice Gaara and Nagori couldn't hear.
Hateshi…you were my best friend. I am coming for you Hateshi. I did not want you to die please, forgive me.
