Hibisha: And here's chappie 5!
TOBF: I miss chu... ;-;
Hibisha: -.-" You miss me huh? A lot? And now you tell me you can't come to my play? That's justunfair and cruel. Especially since I need support!
TOBF: But I have an exam...
Hibisha: So? I don't own Inazuma Eleven although all rights reserved on the plot. And resemblance to any incidents is purely coincidental. On with the fic!
"The Broken Bridge"
Atsuya's POV:
I had suspected that the poor girl had no clue what was going on and as she screamed bloody murder, I congratulated myself on being right. I was always right, was there ever a doubt? It was one of my specialties other than being a bragging freak of course. I let the blunette scream and hyperventilate for a few more seconds before I yanked her down the chair. She tumbled down and I had to hold her before she hurt herself-not that she could but still.
"Shut up!" I snapped, "Are you trying to wake up the dead?" She gasped, trying to figure out some explanation. She wouldn't-she couldn't. I know, I had tried. And if a genius brain like mine couldn't, why would hers come up with a reasonable explanation?
"What's going on?" she demanded weakly, he eyes frantically begging me to give her some answers. Answers were the only thing that didn't come to me easily. I sighed and raked a hand through my pink locks.
"Follow me." I said and she nodded, dazed, her eyes glazing over. I sighed once again. Oh brother, I wish she'd just get over it. She was just having an out of body experience. There was nothing uncommon about it. She followed me, silent for a few minutes...a blessed few. One second she was following me, the next second she was in front of me, shaking me by the collar and asking me a million questions per minute. I listened patiently until she ran out of breath. I gently pulled myself out of her grasps. Or at least, I tried to.
"Now that you're done," I said, as calmly as I possibly could with her pressing her body again mine, "Can I please show you something?" She nodded and released me. I brushed off my clothes, smoothing them out before I lead her to the elevator. Once there, I waited until a doctor entered and pressed the golden button located on the top. He opened a small panel and opened a code-lock system. The thing asked for a code which the doctor happily provided. The red light turned green and I smiled.
"Where are we going?" Reina asked in a small voice. I jerked my head impatiently, showing that she would know when we got there. She sighed. I could tell she was only holding together because she thought she was going to get some answers. The lift began to move upwards with a small jerk. I waited as it reached the 13th floor-the private ward. Actually, it was more of a private floor where no one was allowed except for the doctors. The elevator opened into a corridor. There were no rooms around. I made her follow me till I reached a room at the end of the corridor where a single door was located.
Entering the room, I was greeted by a familiar sight. The room was large to say at the very least. In fact, it had everything, from bed to couch, from TV to a laptop and from fridge to a mini oven. It was suite. Near the large windows, was a single bed. The room was empty except for two figures, one on the bed and one sitting next to it.
"What-?" Reina asked before she caught sight of the person in the bed. She froze, her blue eyes widening dramatically. I smiled ruefully. Ivory pink hair, pale skin and hard face. A sight of myself sleeping on the bed was not new for me. I saw it nearly everyday. The person next to me had her head down on the side of my bed, her hand grasping mine tightly. Her blonde hair was spread around and I bet it was tickling her face. The thought nearly made me chuckle. Nearly-but not quite. The hand holding mine was contacting and relaxing methodically-a bad dream no doubt. Elena Carters, my fiance, had taken her ring off and placed it on the bed side table.
"That's-that's-" Reina stammered. I rolled my eyes. As if I wouldn't know who that was. This girl was too annoying.
"That's me." I said calmly, "And I am, like you, a free soul." Seeing the look of confusion on the poor girl's face, I began to elaborate. I had to-I was given no choice.
"My actual name is Atsuya Fubuki." I said, "But I tend to call myself Carters. Basically because I know it'll make her old man feel happy that I'm part of the family not to mention send her in fits of ecstasy." I said, nodding towards the blonde figure. She was dressed in a white dress, her sleeves puffed up like a princess'. "Anyways, When I was seven, I had an accident. Luckily for me, a girl found me buried in the snow. Her name-her name was Elena. She brought me to America and I was kept under strict surveillance all my life. Till I turned fourteen anyways. Until then, I had my soul living inside my twin brother's body but one day, I felt myself being blasted back to my body. I was finally able to get up, after seven years. Naturally, Elena was over joyed. Imagine my surprise when I found out she was the daughter of none other than Elliot Carters, the man who had so much money that he could give half of it to charity and still live on with the status of being 'rich'. I never contacted my brother though-it would be too complicated and I never loved him. He may have held me precious but I-I feel different."
"But-" Reina tried to say, but I held up my hands, motioning her to keep her trap shut. I hate that about girls. They never let you talk.
"I grew up with them. Elena's mum had died when she was young-so she was kind of lonely. She had no other siblings and since being an idiot was what she was famous for, she didn't have any good friends either. So she was a sad lonely girl who was pretty to the boot. Was it any wonder she fell in love with me? Not really...she needed some one to protect her and since I didn't have my brother, I needed some one to protect. I became her much needed support. Later, when I was nineteen, I asked her to marry me." A sad smile played itself upon my lips, "Thing is, fate has a cruel way of showing you how much it loves to mess you up. The night I proposed to her, she went to tell her friends. I went-I went to drink. I don't remember much except bright lights, screeching of tires and a whole lot of screaming. Next thing you know, I back here."
"What-what do you mean?" I knew she was trying to ask me what I was trying to do by relating my life story. I smiled and walked over to where Elena was and put my hand over hers. My hand connected and I felt my mind touch hers, a feeling so gentle, I had to struggle just to keep it there.
"Ellie?" I asked, as gently as I could. Not because I wanted to show my love, I never showed it, no, it was to keep her from waking up.
"Mmmm?" she groaned. I smiled. Connection made.
"Ellie, I want you to listen carefully." I instructed, breathing into her ear, "I want you to go and help the patient in room 11. Understand? Room 11. She's like me Ellie. She's stuck. I want you to help her."
"Atsu-chan." the blonde girl muttered and then opened her large blue eyes. Looking around, she sat up and rubbed her sleepy eyes. Even at the age of twenty four, she could pass off as a high school-er. Getting out of bed, she walked over to my body and kissed my forehead. I smiled. She was just so cute that way. Not that I'd ever tell her or anything. I couldn't-it just wasn't me.
"I'll be right back." she whispered and left the room, closing the door silently as if afraid she'd ruin my sleep. I shook my head. That girl was just asking to be raped. Then I realized Reina was opening her mouth-again.
"That," I answered Reina's unasked question which was sure to come, "was a broke bridge. At least, that's what I call it. She can't see me or hear me normally but I can talk to her through her dreams." Reina kept staring at me with her large blue eyes. I could see the water works coming and too be honest, I didn't care. I was a free soul here to help. Besides, its not like she'd remember anything once she woke up.
"Why-why would you do so much for me?" she choked out, "I don't even know you!" I shrugged.
"What can I say," I said, burying my hands in the pockets of my jeans, "Maybe I have a soft spot for girls with blue eyes..." She said nothing but threw her arms around me. I smiled sheepishly. Oh well.
"Thank you." she whispered.
"Don't thank me yet." I corrected her, "We still have to get you that donor."
Hibisha: Well?
TOBF: The story is not as bad I expected. Still no mention of Heather. In other words, not a bad story at all. I wanted to see your play!
Hibisha: You had an exam. ;-; Anyways, I hope you all enjoyed the chappie! Review!