Chapter Four
Just A Mere Goodbye
"Tamaki, where the hell are you going? You can't just leave me alone!" Azaira complained as she sprinted to reach Tamaki. She grabbed his shoulder and turned him around so he was facing her. "Where are you going? Tell me now." Her voice was stern; there was no way Tamaki was going to get out of this, considering the last time he tried… he got a knife held to his neck.
Tamaki sighed, rolling his eyes. He gripped the girl's shoulders and leaned in close so her eyes were the only thing he could look at. "I'm going home – to the school, I mean. Do you remember what I told you when we first met?"
Azaira continued to stare intently at Tamaki, angry. She nodded her head.
"Well, that is where we are going. There has to be something there, Azaira. I just know it; there has to be something there. Just look at this word," said Tamaki, pulling out a collar. "It says 'Home'." Tamaki took a step back and handed it to Azaira.
Azaira examined it and tossed it back to Tamaki. She crossed her arms as she glared at him. "It doesn't make sense, Tamaki. It doesn't make sense at all!"
"What do you mean, Azaira? Sure, it's just a word, but I have a feeling it actually means something," Tamaki paused, groaning, "like what if we have a damn chance at finding this bastard?"
"Tamaki, it's just a word! Who knows what it means. It can mean anything! I'm not going to follow some word and act like it's a clue or something. What I mean is – is… what if this is a trap? Do you ever think about that?"
"I don't get what you mean. It is a word, but it says 'Home'. It's a clue, and a clue that could probably mean the world to me. I can finally bring them down, kill them, and live my life like how I wanted! To build a world once more and I won't have to worry! And no, I don't think it's a trap!"
Azaira sighed, took a step forward, and raised her hand. She was about to whip her hand and slap him but Tamaki was quick to react; almost immediately before the impact, he grabbed her hand in his and twisted it around, making Azaira scream in pain.
"Don't. You. Dare. Slap. Me." Tamaki glared at her. His purple eyes focused on her and only her. He suddenly didn't feel any pain, sympathy or happiness. At that moment, his world was dull and empty.
Azaira held her wrist. Her wrist was twisted in a way no wrist should be. It was painful. It was past the limits. She wanted to cry. Now wasn't the time, but she couldn't help it. She felt her eyes get moist, and the pain in her wrist intensify. "Let go of me."
Tamaki narrowed his eyes and pushed her wrist towards her, making Azaira tumble backwards. Azaira rubbed her arm, soothing the pain. Tamaki turned around and began walking, shouting his words out loud. "Go ahead go on your own, Azaira. I don't need your help. Besides, I can fight for myself. I don't need any help."
Azaira watched as he walked off into the distance. They were back in the forest they were previously, but there were no zombies now. It was strange, really. As she continued to watch him, he waved his hand, signalling a goodbye. The further he walked, the harder it was for her to see him, considering all the trees that blocked her view.
Suou's are such idiots. Who knew? Azaira thought just before she turned around to come face to face with a girl. Azaira smirked and said, "What do you want me to do now? Kill that idiot?"
The girl sighed then giggled. "No, I don't want you to kill him just yet. Maybe you can help him from a distance, but don't let him see you." She turned around to walk away, but stopped to face Azaira once more. "Oh, and if you call him an idiot, he'll prove you wrong. Ever since planning revenge, I've been watching him. He's surprisingly strong and fierce, even before he met you." She giggled again and walked away, a smirk painted on her lips. Oh, Tamaki, who knew it'd take you this long to figure this out?
To Be Continued…