Title; The Only Thing I'm Missing
Repertoire; 09.2 Some Promises Were Made To Be Broken.
Authoress; Chrome Hearts
Fandom; My Candy Love
Main Focus; Lysander x Candy
Rating; K
A/N: Part two. I guess, in a way, I just felt as though these two should be split up. Not because they were too long – a bit on the short side, actually. But it just seemed fitting.
Disclaimer; All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.
~The Only Thing I'm Missing~
It had been just over a month now since Castiel finally asked Jo Jo if she would go out with him, and, much to my delight, she said yes. They couldn't be happier! The two of them and Tyson and I even went on a double date, however, that resulted in me 'borrowing' my best friend for the duration of the date and the two of us chatted non-stop; not allowing Castiel to get a single word in – much to my (Jo Jo's and Tyson's) amusement.
Lysander and I had grown close, too. Just as I promised him, if he ever needed a friend to talk to, I would be there for him. At first, Tyson was slightly skeptical. However, the more time Lysander and I would spend together, whether it would be as a spectator at band practice, or a friendly walk through the park with others, Tyson came to realize I no longer harbored any feelings for the silver haired singer, and quickly accepted our friendship.
In time, Lysander soon developed the same common goal that Tyson and I shared; to rid Nathanial's plans of getting Castiel to go out with his Banshee of a sister, Amber.
Whenever the three of us were together, we would contemplate ways to try and outwit Nathanial – to try and beat him at his own game.
And whenever I was called out of class and sent to the Student Council Room upon Nathanial's request, I would put our plotting and hard work into action.
It was one of Lysander's ideas that came the closest to working – I nearly had him, too, until he thought about it and, at last, saw right through our plan.
Needless to say, it was bound to work sooner or later. And we weren't about to give up any time soon.
We had to work out a way to end it.
And, it was during one particularly boring Advanced Mathematical Methods class with Lysander where I got my chance.
The familiar blue note was handed to the teacher at the front of the class. Their gaze instantly fell upon me – whether it be the obvious reason, to announce my name and place of destination, or due to the fact that I had already known what it was and now stood, my textbooks in my hand, waiting.
"Janiel Maalik, you are required in the Student Council Room upon request of the Student Body President."
I nodded, passing in between the desks to get a clear path to the door.
"Good luck," Lysander encouraged quietly. "Just as we talked about. I'll let Ty know, too."
Looking back over my shoulder, I smiled my thanks before heading out into the hallway.
The messenger boy had disappeared off into another class, presumably to hand out a detention slip or absentee notice.
Drawing in a deep breath, I made my way down the empty hallway, the soles of my shoes clicking quietly on the smooth tiled floor.
Hesitating just outside of the doorway of my destination – and my own personal Hell – I sighed, the scenario Lysander, Tyson and I had prepared earlier that week running through my mind.
When I felt confident enough, I pushed the door open with a little more force than necessary; it collided with the wall with a loud thunk.
"Well," Nathanial said casually, and for once, he stood by the window, surveying the grounds that spread out below him. "You certainly took your time getting here, didn't you?"
"You noticed?" I grumbled sarcastically. "I was just that eager to see you today that I took the long way around."
Nathanial laughed quietly, turning his body slightly to face me, one hand resting on the window, resembling a pose that exerted power, confidence and control.
Lifting my head higher, I straightened myself up to my fullest height and stared at him calmly.
"You certainly possess your brothers lovely personality, Janiel."
I felt my fingers twitch, itching to be balled into fists. I slowed my breathing, fighting against my body to have them remain unclenched, by my sides.
"Sit."
He gestured at one of the chairs in front of his favored desk and I sucked in yet another deep breath, crossing the room and doing what I was told.
"Alright," I said once I was seated, "let's cut to the chase. Whose detention forms am I delivering today?"
Nathanial's lips curled upwards into a slight smile.
"None," he answered.
That was strange, he usually kept a list. A very long one, at that.
I decided I would try again.
"Okay then," I glanced quickly around the room at the bare tables. "Where are the documents you want me to sort and file?"
Again, much like the list of detentions, Nathanial usually kept an extraordinarily large amount of jumbled documentson the table for me to sort through, and often, I thought that I was just filing the same things each time. I had a hunch that whenever I'd left, he'd just take them out and re-jumble them for when he could call me out of class again.
"Again," Nathanial replied, "there is none."
He entwined his fingers, bringing his chin to rest of them, his elbows used for support.
"I want you to tell me, Janiel, and tell me honestly; you haven't told Castiel about our little proposition yet, have you?"
I nodded my head and Nathanial made a disinterested nose in the back of his throat.
"Liar. You haven't."
"I have, actually. Selected parts of it, but I have told him, nonetheless."
Nathanial's golden brows furrowed and he scowled at me.
"I'm beginning to grow impatient, Janiel. I told you – it had to happen."
"It can't," I replied. "Castiel has a girlfriend now. He is finally happy. Just let him be."
Nathanial shook his head slowly.
"I'm afraid I can't let that happen. The two of them need to be broken up, Janiel. You made a promise."
My heartbeat quickened anxiously; this wasn't something that Lysander, Tyson or I had counted on.
"No," I said firmly. "I'm not going to do it."
Nathanial narrowed his eyes. "Amber-"
"Amber is an insufferable little witch and I don't care for her!"
I was standing now, my body shaking with rage, my fists, at long last, had clenched themselves into tight little balls.
Nathanial looked me up and down, a small smile spreading across his face.
"Just like your brother. Okay, I'll make you a new proposition."
I screwed up my face angrily.
"I don't accept," I growled, my breathing fast. Nathanial shrugged.
"You don't have a choice," he said curtly. "You have two options Janiel. Break your best friend and your brother up."
"Or?" I said, making a small circle gesture with my hand to hurry him up.
Nathanial's smile widened.
"Either set your brother up with Amber or go out with me."
I froze, the colour draining from my face.
"W-what?" I spluttered, aghast.
"You heard me," Nathanial replied simply. "It's either you… Or your brother."
"I can't!" I shot back, tears stinging my eyes and coming dangerously close to flooding down my face.
"Actually, you can. It's quite simple, really. You just need to decide who you love more; Tyson? Or your brother? You can go now."
I left the room eerily silent, slumping against the wall once I got out into the hallway, my arms hugging my knees into my chest. And I cried. And cried. For ages I just remained there, unmoving, until I could no longer cry anymore.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and clicked on the contact, quickly typing out a message:
'Meet me after class. I need to tell you something.'
Finally, I got shakily to my feet, drawing in a sharp breath and stabilized my breathing; wiping the fast-drying salty tears from my face.
My mind had been made up.
~The Only Thing I'm Missing~
I sat on the edge of the fountain in the middle of the Sweet Amoris courtyard and waited for the bell to ring, signaling the end of the school day. My hands shook with nerves as I waited, and soon enough, a familiar face made their way through the crowd exiting the school, and toward me.
He took a seat next to me on the retaining-wall like ledge around the small circular fountain, his dark eyes fixed on me.
"Is something wrong, Janiel?"
I nodded, chewing painfully on my bottom lip. Tears threated to overflow my ducts once more and I looked up at the sky not wanting to meet his gaze.
I wasn't sure how I was supposed to tell him.
I didn't want to see him hurt; and, I knew that what I was about to say was going to do exactly that – a hundredfold.
He waited silently for me to say something and I knew that it was time. Time to tell him my decision. Time to scar him forever. It was the only way.
Turning to face him, I wiped the tears away from my eyes, my hands, once again shaking violently.
"What happened?" he asked immediately, a worried look spreading across his face. He got up from his spot next to me on the fountain ledge and moved to stand in front of me.
I looked first down at my hands, then once more up into his dark eyes.
"Tyson," I breathed, my voice quivering, by heart breaking. "I'm breaking up with you."
His chocolate eyes went wide, tears instantly created a glassy like glaze over his eyes before his ducts could contain them no longer.
"No," he whispered pleadingly, "please. You can't."
He took a small step backwards. "Janiel, please."
I closed my eyelids tightly and drew in another sharp breath, getting to my feet.
"I'm sorry, Tyson," I said softly before quickly brushing past him.
I looked back over my shoulder as I rounded the corner of the school; Tyson sat once more against the ledge of the fountain, his head in his hands.
I couldn't hold back my tears any longer and I let out a loud sob.
"I'm sorry," I whispered as I took one final glance at him. "I'll always love you."
And just like that, my world crumbled; I lost the one person I loved with all of my heart.
All it took was five simple words. And, with them, my heart, my soul, my everything had completely shattered. A cataclysm, finally unleashed; but not reparable.
Done with; but never forgotten.
~The Only Thing I'm Missing~
A/N: Please don't hate me. It was bound to happen eventually.