Title; The Only Thing I'm Missing
Repertoire; 11 Running Blind.
Authoress; Chrome Hearts
Fandom; My Candy Love
Main Focus; Lysander x Candy
Rating; K
A/N: Next chapter~ Yay! I dedicate this to my muse, WillowSioui.
I really hope I got the translations right in this… :/
Fingers crossed, I guess. Here goes!
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~The Only Thing I'm Missing~
Jo Jo took a seat on the couch next to me, her eyes reflecting her concern.
"Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas, l'amour?" she asked softly. "Is everything alright? I didn't see you in Forensics today."
I shook my head, staring silently down at my hands, my fingers clenched tightly around my knees, the tips of my knuckles slowly turning white.
Jo Jo looked up at Castiel for answers, the red head in question, however, returned her inquire with a shrug.
"Don't look at me," he mumbled. "I know about as much as you do. Ask Lysander."
Almost as a reflex, Jo Jo leaned forward slightly to look around me – sitting on the couch to my right was Lysander, deep in thought.
"Well?" she asked tilting her head slightly to the side. "What happened?"
Lysander remained quiet for a short while, before lifting his silvery head up to look at her.
"I'm not in a position to tell you," he said softly. "It's Janiel's-"
I reached out, touching him lightly on the arm to encourage him.
I wanted Jo Jo and Castiel to know, I really did. But I just couldn't bring myself to say it.
Lysander's eyes riveted to face me and I nodded my head slowly.
"Tyson's gone missing," he murmured quietly. "He left late last night."
Jo Jo's hands flew to her mouth and she gasped.
"Where did he go? Do his parents know?"
Lysander shook his head sadly.
"We're not sure where he is. And he hasn't told anyone, not even his parents. They're beside themselves with worry."
I blinked back tears. It was all my fault. Everyone was hurting because of me – especially Tyson.
"Lysander," Jo Jo said quietly. "Why did he leave?"
Lysander drew in a deep breath and, with one quick glance in my direction to see if I objected, he continued. "Janiel broke up with him."
"What?"
For the first time that afternoon, Castiel showed some interest in the conversation.
He stood with his fists clenched, grinding his teeth. His brow was furrowed deeply.
"Janiel," he said slowly, his voice angry, "I want you to tell me, and I want you to tell me now: Why on earth did you break up with Tyson?"
I looked sadly up at him, but before I could reply, he continued, kicking at the leg of the coffee table furiously.
"That's just perfect! We've got a gig next week and our drummer has gone AWOL!"
Jo Jo made a small noise of agitation in the back of her throat and she narrowed her eyes dangerously at her boyfriend.
"One of your oldest friends has gone missing, and you're concerned about your gig? Tu es fou Castiel!"
She turned her gaze back to me. "It's okay, sweets. He'll come home when he gets hungry."
I shook my head, my long black hair falling in front of my eyes, obscuring my vision.
"He won't," I murmured, lifting my hands up to my face. "It's all my fault."
Jo Jo adjusted her red, thick rimmed glasses and leaned closer to me.
"How so, sweetheart?"
"I promised him I would never… But I did. I hurt him, Jo. I hurt him badly."
I let out a small sniff before covering my face with my hands once more.
Lysander reached out and put an arm around me comfortingly.
"She didn't have a choice," he said, looking first at –the still fuming- Castiel, then at Jo Jo. "Nathanial made her."
Castiel let out a loud snort. "And she actually listened to him?"
Lysander nodded. "Well, yes. She had to. It's how we were allowed to resume band practice. She had two choices, Cas. Either break you and Jo Jo up, or break up with Tyson and go out with Nathanial. Can you guess what one she picked?"
Castiel frowned, folding his arms in front of his chest. "Well, I'm obviously still with my girlfriend."
I bit down on my bottom lip painfully – I knew Castiel wouldn't take to this too well.
"Don't you see?" Lysander said, looking back at me. "She did it so that you could still be happy, and in doing so, she sacrificed her own for you."
~The Only Thing I'm Missing~
The following three days passed in much the same manner. I only ever left the house to wander over to where Tyson's house stood, a few blocks away to check if he had come home and to comfort his mother who was bordering a state of absolute hysteria. She had alerted the police the morning she found him missing, and they had been searching for him ever since, with no such luck.
The full scale investigation of Tyson's whereabouts was to continue until he could be taken home… Or his body found. ('Whatever one comes first,' the Sous-brigadier had told Tyson's mother sadly. 'In a lot of cases, it's the body that we find first.')
My heart sank as I entered Tyson's house, his mother shaking her head at me.
"He hasn't come home yet," she breathed, the dark grey bags under her eyes shadowed her face considerably. She hadn't slept in days, sitting up in the lounge room waiting for Tyson to come home; she wanted to be the first person to welcome him back and tell him that she loved him.
I forced a small smile of encouragement across my face.
"He will soon," I murmured. "He has to."
After talking to his mother for a short while about the progress of the investigation, I bid my farewell, and started for my next destination: Tyson's favourite spot by the lake.
I was just over half way there when I felt a hand grip tightly on my shoulder and I spun around, alarmed.
I felt my heart sink when it wasn't the person I was hoping for. In fact; it was the person whom I least wanted to see. His golden eyes stared directly into mine.
"I thought I'd find you around here," he said, and I shrugged out of his grasp.
"What do you want, Nathanial?" I asked bitterly.
Sighing, he ran a hand through his blond hair.
"Look," he said, "I didn't think Tyson would actually leave."
I looked away. "Yes you did."
"I really didn't," he said quietly. "Believe me."
I pinched the bridge of my nose. "And why would I believe you, Nathanial? You're deceiving, arrogant, inconsiderate, and above all else, you're false."
He grabbed me by both shoulders, forcing me to look at him.
"Listen to me, Janiel. Making Tyson leave wasn't my intention, I swear it."
I arched my eyebrows sarcastically.
"Oh? There was an intention was there?"
Nathanial nodded slowly. "I knew you would pick your brother. I knew you would break up with Tyson."
I gritted my teeth, furious.
"I loved him, Nathanial," I whispered. I could feel the tears welling up. I pinched them shut to stop prevent them from running down my face. "Why?"
I heard Nathanial sigh quietly and I opened my eyes to look at him.
"I wanted to hurt you the same way you hurt me."
I stared at him in disbelief. "I… Hurt you?"
Nathanial nodded slowly.
"Explain," I growled.
"Originally, you didn't even know I existed. It was during the first year of high school – I was in all of Castiel's classes. He always talked about you. Always. Him and Tyson both. Being a year younger than us, you would have been in your final year of primary school. On the orientation for the following year's year sevens, our homegroup was asked to volunteer. To show you all around. The first thing I saw was you, incredibly nervous as you held onto Castiel's hand as he looked after you. Him and Tyson both. That…" he bit his bottom lip as he strung together the rest of his speech. "That first moment I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen."
I rolled my eyes. "And this affected your intention… How?"
"That in itself didn't. But seeing you around the school yard, and realising how close you were with Tyson… And then you got yourself a boyfriend."
I flinched, not at the memory, but of the heartbreak that accompanied it.
I looked at the ground, waiting for Nathanial to continue his speech.
"You left shortly after he broke up with you. You went overseas with your mother, leaving Castiel alone. I saw you say goodbye to your friends. The day you left it… It affected me so much."
"So you're saying that you forced me to lose the only thing I loved because I left to go overseas with my parents for a year and a half?"
Nathanial nodded. "Partially. Because when you left, I too lost the only thing I truly loved. I was overjoyed when I found out that you had moved back and was attending the Sweet Amoris Senior Campus. But Castiel had obviously told you about me. Painted me in a bad way from the beginning. I had no chance. The way you talked to me with such venom, even the way you looked at me… I just…"
I sighed, touching Nathanial on the shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Nathanial, okay? I really am. But right now, the most important thing on my mind is finding Tyson."
Nathanial smiled slightly. "I understand. If you'd let me, I will help you in any way I can."
"Thank you."
I looked away. I was running out of time. For all I knew, he could be dead.
My bottom lip quivered at the thought.
"Janiel," Nathanial said and I looked up at him. "We will find him. We just need to have hope."
Hope… Hope was nothing but faith holding out its hands in the dark.
~The Only Thing I'm Missing~
A/N: The last line is a quote from
George Iles, I simply tweaked it after watching it on an episode of Criminal Minds. Okiedokes, let's get to those translations.
Qu'est-ce qui ne va pas, l'amour; What's wrong, love?
Tu es fou You're crazy.
Footnotes a Sous-brigadier is someone who has been in the French police force for twelve years – they earn this rank.
Sweet Amoris (as of right now) is split up from years 7-9 (It's called Middle School in America, I believe) and 10-12 (Being high school), both division having their own designated campus. Because my high school was split up having a junior and senior campus, I found it easier to work with and weave into the story. I'm sorry for any confusion on that part.
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