Are You Afraid?

Chapter 8 – The Reverend Years Part II

Ever since Arthur had left, the days had felt like eternity. I had dealt with it for the first few days, but, not everything can last forever.

"You little bastard! Why the hell do you keep me in here?" I ask, throwing things around. "I'm not some experiment of yours, I have my own life to live, so why do you keep me locked in here?" I demanded. I had never felt this angry in a long, long time. Onii-san (Yao) had always told me to control my anger, as to not disturb other people, which I had, and it worked. Until now.

After a while, I started to get really tired, and stopped. To calm myself, I went out into the Courtyard, thinking that the fresh air would help calm me down.

I sighed, resting my head against my knees. I never liked it when I got angry. It never ended well, which normally it was me being scolded, but, nobody else was here, so I had no idea how this would end.

Kiku, it's going to be alright, me and the others are trying to figure something out.

"But Arthur-san-"

Kiku, you don't need to talk, I can hear your thoughts. Try it.

Umm, Arthur-san...can you hear me? I asked, not knowing if it would work or not.

Of course I can hear you, or else I wouldn't have told you! I heard Arthur chuckle. But earlier Kiku, I heard you...when you...

Did that disturb you in any way? I mentally face-palmed.

Umm, yes actually. I was taking a nap, and I was woken up by yelling, don't know what it was about, but, never heard you so angry before.

Arthur-san, I'm sorry for that...I didn't... I wasn't aware that you could... I say, feeling guilty.

Kiku, don't apologize, you didn't know, nor did I. The communication rate for this is really high, which is probably why I heard you when... err, yeah. But, I'm trying to figure out how to level it out so it can block out your thoughts -and my thoughts at that- and give you a little more privacy.

That's nice of you but really-

Kiku, I'm going to do this, no matter what you say.

Fine.I thought, looking at the path. Haha, I see the nun. I wonder how many times I've seen her...

What? You see the nun? Where? Arthur asked me frantically.

Oh, she's just on the path, walking.

The Nun's Walk... Oh, I have to go, Alfred's being a little brat again.

Hai... Wait! Arthur-san, what do you mean by "The Nun's Walk"? I tried to ask, but I knew he was to busy too answer. I sighed, staring at the nun, the pale face staring back at me.

This place is absolutely boring, only thing really keeping me company is the nun... Maybe I should go and greet her, not like either of us is doing anything...

After debating whether I should go or not, I told myself that I should just to be polite, but then again, the nun wasn't even alive. Politeness, does that even exist in the Dead, anyway?

I stood up and brushed the grass off of me, being mindful not to leave my katana behind. When I looked back up at the spot where the nun was, it was nowhere to be seen.

Why must the dead be so confusing?

As Arthur-san said he would, he's trying to figure out how to level out this 'communication level' whatever that is. He's been so busy lately, that I can't even talk to him.

The nun has been doing a little more than just staring, or throwing pebbles at me. I've seen her walking in and out of the bushes, and, she was wearing a gray cloak, which made it more believable that she used to be a nun.

There was one time when I saw the nun, and someone with a bald head and dressed in a long black gown. I think he was a monk.

But why would a nun and a monk be walking together?

As usual, the days were long and boring as ever, but, there was nothing I could do about it.

I couldn't talk to Arthur-san.

Nakamura-san hasn't been visiting, but I don't exactly enjoy his company...

Whoever knew I could be so cruel. I sure didn't.

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"Arthur, don't you think we should call the police or something?"

"No you prat. Calling the police won't help a damn thing. Whoever this Ryōsuke is, he knows some magic. And he must be skilled, probably level with my own abilities. Whatever the police do, won't help." Arthur brought up, glaring at the American.

Alfred sighed. "I'm sorry... I just feel so useless. We are getting close to nothing with helping Kiku. Only one who can actually do something is you."

"Alfred, we are going to try our best to help Kiku, you got that?"

"Yes," Alfred said glumly.

A/N Sorry for the delay!

I had this whole chapter written up, and then it didn't save! I didn't even want to write from memory, so I put it off for a little while, but I have it up now~~

Anyways, thanks to JapanFan505Hokkaido for the reviews~

Yep, this chapter was short, but, I'll try and write chapter 9 as soon as I update my other stories. But from past experiences, you should know not to trust me!

Oh yes, when it's underlined it's when Arthur and Kiku are "talking". I know in the past I think I used italics but, I think the underlined sentences are easier...

Reviews are appreciated~

OK now, done talking for now!