Ok!! It's now time for chapter 11!

In this chapter, things get very far into the plot, and also into some of tenma's past.

Chapter 11:

What Make's Me So Important?

-Tenma's Pov-

"Tenma, why are you so set on keeping us away?" ichijo asked, taking a step my way.

But my body froze when I felt cold metal, and the rustic smell of my own blood.

As I fell, I heard screams from them all, kilo was in tears, kaname was furious, and ichijo looked like he himself had felt the blade, his face a look of pure horror.

But as I expected to meet the flagstone floor, I found myself in gentle arms, lifting my bleeding body and removing the cold blade.

"I-ichijo?" I asked, my vision too blurred to come in with a full picture.

"Hm?"

"why me?"

He froze for only a moment, before steadying himself and replying, "why not you? Why not ask that question?" he replied, a smile crossing his features as he saw my reaction.

"why hasn't she died yet?" one of the councilmen asked.

I blinked, with those questions running through my head, I had forgotten all about my condition.

"Seirei, finish her." ichio said, moving to the side to allow a girl around my height, but with black hair and silver eyes, to pass.

"yes sir." the girl named Seirei said, taking the sword from his hands and making her way in our direction.

Ichijo took an instinctive step back, his grip tightening around me somewhat.

"Ichijo, take her and get out of here." kaname said smoothly, but I could tell that in the inside, he was no where near calm at this point.

Before I could protest, ichijo exited the chamber, and was swiftly running the halls, to exit the area, forcing all the others to be left behind us.

-Somewhere-

I groggily awake to someone's hand lightly touching my stomach, causing a sharp pain to shoot through me, forcing me to cringe.

"You're awake, tenma"

I could hear the relief in his voice, turning my head to look at him, I noticed a few traces of fatigue here and there, along with the blood from my earlier wound on his uniform vest.

But my thoughts were cut off again by a second sharp pain shooting through me.

"are you alright?" ichijo asked, his voice laced with worry.

"Y-yea…" I said, my throat unbearably dry and cracked.

He moved some hair from my face, "that's good" he said softly.

"How long have we been out here?" I asked, ignoring the protests of my burning throat.

"a day or so" he answered, turning slightly to look at me, "is something wrong?" he asked, his hand resting on top of my forehead.

I moved my head away, knocking his hand away, but much to my displeasure, he seemed to have noticed why.

"you're not going to let me help, are you?" he asked, a sad smile crossing his features.

"you know me too well, don't you?" I retorted, my eyes glowing paler than before.

"let's get back to the dorm soon." I said, desperate for a subject change.

"we're just about 20 minutes form it, if we jog." ichijo said, his voice back to it's casual, happy tone.

"oh, alright…" I said, trying to swallow the lump in my throat. 'he's way too close….'

"earlier" he started, making my head jerk in his direction.

"When you asked my why, what makes it so hard to believe that someone cares?" he finished, his smoldering gaze directed solely at me.

"…" I didn't reply, any answer I gave would make me have to tell him 'that' story. And that was something I didn't want to do, not yet at least.

"well, first I have my own shocking question" I said, bracing myself, attempting to sit up.
He noticed my struggle, and sat me up so I was partially leaning on his arm.

I took a deep breath. "what does it taste like, the blood of someone else?" I asked, cringing slightly, and quickly closing my eyes.

Almost as if on cue, I felt myself being spun around until I could feel his breath on my face.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"What is it about doing that, that the others enjoy so much?" I clarified, my eyes opening slightly.

Then, like a light bulb, it all clicked in his head. "how long has it been you had anything besides the tablets?"

The was no use in lying now, I had come too far. "18 years"

His eyes widened, his hair stood on end. "isn't that…"

"How old I am now? Yes" I finished for him, my eyes focusing on the grass between us.

"why?"

"Why do you keep asking me Why?!" I shouted, but everything quickly went blurry, and I fell forward.

"just tell me why." he repeated, picking me back up, his hands now on my shoulders.

"it was a promise…."

"To who?" he urged.

"The first and last friend I ever had before kilo…." I finished quietly, dreading the story I was about to tell.

And that is chapter 11 my friends!

and thank you to the person(s) who faithfully review for me! if i had something to give you (besides another, longer chapter) i would

chapter 12 is coming out as soon as i finish typing it, since i don't think it's of much use to you all in my notebook!

Chapter 12:

"Tenma's Promise"

Ja ne everybody!