Well, this chapter took a little longer than I'd wanted it to. I kinda got stuck, and I didn't want to solve a problem I created too quickly. So, hopefully I didn't ruin this chappie. I dun know what to think of it, other than more of the story. I hope you all enjoy it.
Don't think this means I'm gonna be posting chapters constantly. I don't mean to be a downer, but I honestly don't know when there will be more, 'cos I have to think things out before I type them down. Of course, with the way my minds been racing for this story lately, I think I might be able to get out the next chapter soon, if life doesn't get in the way too much. Anyhow, keep on the lookout, 'cos I ain't going nowhere… for the time being… :)
~Hazel
Russel stood at the pier as he waved at the plane, which had barely touched down on the water, now skidding to a stop. Once it had lost its momentum, Murdoc revved up the engine, giving it a little gas to dock as close as possible. Once he was satisfied, he turned the engine off, and rubbed his sore eyes. He shoved Noodle lightly in the shoulder as he walked past her and grabbed his own things. Her eyes shot open, looking around for her disturbance, then she noticed the castle she'd come to call home. She grinned and got up, walking to the opened hatch, where Russel had moved.
He smiled at her, and she hopped out, running into his open arms. "Hallo, papa! I have missed you!" She chirped, wrapping her arms around him with a small grin plastered upon her face.
He hugged her tightly. "I missed ya too, baby-girl," he answered back, giving her another smile. Noodle turned her head, her face becoming blank as she saw Murdoc heading up the stairs, possibly going to his room. She looked back at Russel and grinned.
"I had a pleasant time, and we got everything we needed," Noodle told him.
Still grinning, he let her go and kissed the top of her head. She started to go to the plane again to get her things. "Dat sounds all good, baby…"
She looked at him questioningly. His tone seemed off. She ignored it for a moment as she pulled out her belongings, resting them on the dock and then closed the plane's hatch tightly. She turned, "What is wrong?"
He shifted. "Uh, baby-girl? …2D…" She took a step back, eyes wide. "He sort of had a… a relapse, I guess.".
She seemed to sigh with relief. "But, how? I mean, what do you mean?"
He scratched the back of his head. "I… I-I don't know what's wrong. I know I do this a lot, but, I'mma let you figure it out yoself, baby-girl." She huffed, her nostrils flared, and grunted in frustration. "Calm down, kid. He didn't get hurt… Come on, let's get yo stuff back in yo room." He took her suitcases and rucksack, leaving her to follow after him with nothing to carry. She sighed, agitated and with no information, as usual. The singer had been acting really odd the past couple of days. He wouldn't shut up after Noodle left, and then suddenly, the drummer just stopped seeing the blue-haired man around the island. He just sat in his bed, like a lifeless body, constantly mumbling nonsense and rarely leaving his room
As soon as they got to her lighthouse, Russel dropped her things on her lounge chair. "You get settled, baby. I'mma go make you an Muds some real food," he told her. She nodded at him with a grin, and he smiled to her before he left, closing the door behind him. As soon as he was gone, she gathered her suitcase and rucksack, relocating them upstairs. Once she'd gotten them on her bed, she heard someone running up the stairs. She turned around, on alert.
As soon as she saw them intruder, she smiled and bent down onto her knees, opening her arms widely as the visitor ran toward her enthusiastically. The small girl jumped into Noodle arms with a giggle, burying her face into Noodle's shirt. "Noodle-chan!"
"Kazuno, I missed you, you silly child," Noodle cooed.
The child smiled toothily, "I am glad. You seem happy, Noodle-chan."
Noodle kissed the child's nose, "I am happy to be home." Kazuno nodded to herself. It was then Noodle noticed something peculiar about her: Kazuno had uncharacteristically blue eyes. She shook that thought out of her head as a question bubbled out from her lips. "Kazuno-chan, where have you been? I did not see you for days before I had left."
Kazuno tilted her head to the side. "What are you talking about?"
Noodle shook her head in astonishment. "Wait… When did you come to speak English so fluently?"
Again, the child had a bemused look plastered upon her face. "I have always spoken English…"
Noodle shook her head, her eyes closed, confusion replacing every other emotion in her at the moment. "Nani? …. But, er… ano, I… I do not understand."
Kazuno giggled, "Noodle-chan. Come on, Russel is waiting. Let's go and eat!" She took the bewildered Noodle by the hand and pulled her along. Noodle only stared off into space, her eyebrows knit together as she tried to take in all the information that was suddenly being thrown at her. It was coming too quickly. What else was awaiting her?
"Kazuno, I do not understand. Am I missing something," Noodle asked once they entered the lift.
"Nothing at all, Noodle-chan," Kazuno answered simply.
Noodle stared forward, blinking a few times before she looked back at the child, who smiled up at her. Noodle couldn't help but smile back, and pat her head with her free hand. "Well… I still missed you. You are my peace," she told the child, still trying to figure out why she was so familiar.
Kazuno shook her head, looking up at Noodle impassively. "No I am not."
Noodle frowned. "Then –"
"Let's go," Kazuno squeaked, pulling Noodle along with her towards the lounge. Noodle stumbled after the little girl, wondering if her mind was beginning to play tricks on her involving this young child. She frowned slightly, wondering why it was she hadn't seen 2D at all yet. She had a feeling the next few days were going to be unbearably… more unusual than their normal.
Once they'd gotten into the kitchen, Russel was sitting and eating, with Noodle's food waiting for her at the table. Murdoc was surprisingly there as well, his chair leaned back with his feet up on the table as he read an old newspaper and drank a cup of black coffee. His eyes had rings under them so dark, it looked as though they were painful. He must have had a hangover as far as Noodle could tell. He was abnormally quiet as he ate small bits of his meal. Noodle sat, and began to eat her food, now realising Kazuno had been unusually quiet. She looked around for her small companion, and noticed a small movement from under the table. She leaned over, ducking her head under the table. She saw Kazuno crouched on the floor. Kazuno looked up and saw Noodle, then smiled widely and waved at her. Noodle smiled as she opened her mouth to ask a question, but Russel spoke up first. "What'chya lookin' at, baby-girl?"
Noodle flinched, and slowly sat up. "Nothing, Russel-sama…" She told him. He nodded to himself, and continued shoving massive amounts of food into his mouth, leaving Noodle to wonder how that was possible, even for a man of his caliber.
Noodle rested her elbow on the table, with her cheek in her palm as she poked and prodded her food with her free hand. Hardly any of it made it to her mouth. As soon as she had entered the lift earlier with Kazuno, she'd suddenly lost her appetite, and the feeling was beginning to annoy her. Abruptly, she stood to her feet, with her plate in hand, and decided she was finished. She looked back toward the table, and with a sigh, realised Kazuno must have wandered off again. After she threw the remaining food on her plate away, she took a couple of Russel's empty plates with her as she went to the sink and dropped off her load of dirty dishes. Noodle turned the knob to run the water when she decided she might as well clean them, and as she began to do so, she heard as a door was opened, and her body tensed as she already knew it would be. 2D wandered in just as the thought crossed her mind, and she blushed when she saw he was in nothing but his boxers. He moved to the coffee pot, mumbling quietly to himself as he poured a cup of coffee and chugged it down, then filled his cup once more. He scoffed when he caught sight of Murdoc.
Once he turned again, he froze as he caught sight of Noodle, his eyes growing larger as he spotted her looking at him from the corner of her eye. She could see his body tense, just as hers had. Her head tilted to the side in confusion as he backed away from her carefully, and then turned his back on her, sitting at the table across from Russel. 2D held onto his cup as it rested atop the table, and he bowed his head forward, taking a sip every now and then. He kept giving her dirty looks whenever he caught her staring at him, which was often. Every look he gave her was full of hatred, and it made her blood feel like ice. Had she missed something? As she tried to understand what was going on inside his head, she continued cleaning the dishes, drying them slowly and putting them away. But through her evaluation of what may have been going on in his mind, she also caught her eyes wandering elsewhere. She couldn't help but notice his exposed body. His shoulders and chest seemed broader, but this is how he'd always been, wasn't it? Her eyes continued to study him; why hadn't she noticed his body before? He was toned and manly, but also soft and lithe. When she noticed the small amount of hair on his chest, she grinned to herself when she realized is was just as blue as the hair on his head. Lost in her own amusement, she blushed scarlet when she realised she was now transfixed with the trail of hair that led from his belly button, down. She quickly composed herself and stared forward to concentrate on her work, bewildered by her own sudden loss of rational thought. She chalked it off to raging hormones –she was just still recovering from the time she'd spent in Los Angeles, that's all.
2D sighed to himself again, his eyes narrowing when he caught Noodle staring at him once more. "'M not going anywhere yew know? Yew don' 'ave ta keep watchin me," he sneered, gripping his cup so tightly she could see the blood vessels in his hand bulging. She jumped, frightened, and opened her mouth to speak, but 2D had already looked away. He was scowling as he stared at his cup in his hand. "Murdoc, can yew tell tha' damn cyborg o' yo's ta leave me alone," he asked angrily.
Murdoc looked up from his paper, his brow furrowed. He looked back and forth between a shocked Noodle, and an abnormally irked Stuart. "Whot the fock r'yew talkin' abou', dullard. How the fock is Cyborg Doodle botherin' you," he sneered. His cyborg was locked up tight in her cupboard. She didn't even have her hard drive in her right now. There was no possible way she could have been a bother to 2-Dents.
"Tell 'er ta stop fockin' lookin' at me," 2D barked. "'m not doin' nuffin' an' she keeps watchin' me." Noodle dropped a plate, and it shattered on the floor, shattering into pieces on the ground. Astonished by his accusation, she stared at 2D, her mouth agape. Murdoc's jaw dropped at this as well. Russel just ignored it, shaking his head as he continued to eat. 2D's mental state was worse than he'd presumed. "See? Now she's fockin' shortin' ou' again," 2D leered at her. He stood to his feet, "When are ya gowna fix 'at damn thing?"
Murdoc scoffed, now knowing what 2D had meant. He looked at Noodle, and she closed her mouth, turning away to finish cleaning her dishes. Murdoc stood to his feet, throwing his paper away, and marched up to 2D furiously. Noodle closed her eyes, expecting a fight, but Murdoc spoke to her first, though his eyes never left 2D. "Noodle, go on an' take a break, love," he told her. He knew she was about to snap. He could see it. She nodded and promptly left the room, tears slipping free from her eyes and making their way down her face. But she could still hear what Murdoc said just before she entered the study, "I'll fix 'er whenever I bloody well please, yer got that, yer twat. Dun let me ever catch yew yellin' at 'er again, neither, or yeh'll 'ave me ta answer to," Murdoc threatened him. 2D scowled back, almost throwing Murdoc off, but he quickly reestablished himself. "An' don' think lards over 'ere is gonna stop me, 'cos I think right now, he'd be just as willin' ter beat yeh inta next year fer yellin' at 'er."
2D continued to frown as he looked towards Russel, who hadn't cared to throw in his opinion. In fact, it was taking Russel every ounce of self control he had right now not to do exactly as Murdoc had suggested. "Why would yew care if I yell at a bloody robot? She ain't Noodle –she's just a fockin' pile o'scrap," 2D snapped.
Murdoc sneered, a vessel in his forehead bulging, his fists clenched tightly as he took a step back from 2D. "I dun know whot's goin on in tha' dumb fockin 'ead o'yers, dullard," he pointed an accusing finger at the blue-haired man. "But if I ever 'ear yew talk to 'er like tha' one mo' time, you are gonna be a pile o'scrap."
2D flashed his face forward, huffing at Murdoc's intimidation as he strutted out of the room, shoving Murdoc's shoulder on his way out. Murdoc grumbled, turning to Russel as he pointed out the door where 2D had just exited, "Whot the fock just 'appened 'ere?"
Russel shook his head, "I don' know, man." Russel leaned back in his chair, rubbing his chin, trying to explain it to Murdoc, as much as he was trying to figure it out for himself. "D's always been messed up in the head, an' Noodle returnin' kinda made it betteh, but…" Murdoc scoffed, staring out the door and pulling a cigar out of his pocket as Russel continued. "Maybe Noodle leavin' caused 'im ta snap…" Now Murdoc lit his cigar, taking a deep drag. "I mean, he was already inna fragile state of mind before Noodle got back, an' then she got back, an' though 2D got better, it also kinda made 'im worse, cos 'e 'ad ta face 'is past, an' everything 'e did that ended up hurtin 'er."
Murdoc exhaled a thick film of smoke from his nostrils as he thought for a moment. "I didn' ask fer a bloody psychology lesson! Whot the bloody 'ell does 'at have ter do wit' 'im now, anyways? Did yeh see 'im?"
"Well, D seemed ta be in da process a healin' wit' Noodle, but, maybe since she lef' befo' he could sort out his regrets, he just… I don't know –he just fuckin' lost it. Maybe he couldn't handle her leavin' him behind, so his mind sort o' came up wit' the idea she was never really here," Russel thought aloud. After a moment, he shrugged, "Whatever. I think it'd be best if we didn't try ta convince 'im othawise. He needs ta figure it out 'imself."
Murdoc nodded, pulling another drag, twiddling his cigar between his fingers. "Fine by me. Dullard's a fockin' mental case."
"What happened… Kazuno-chan? Why did he… he yelled at me," Noodle sobbed, her voiced clouded with sorrow.
They were both sitting on Noodle's bed, with Kazuno's hand on Noodle's back, attempting to comfort her. She looked up at Noodle, her face blank, "He did not yell at you, Noodle-chan. He yelled at the cyborg," Kazuno told her, trying to make Noodle understand.
Noodle shook her head, her voice cracking as she cried, "But he thought that I was the cyborg. Why does he not see me? I… I could not handle him loving me… but I did not wish for this." She attempted to wipe away her tears, but her skin was still cold and wet. "He has forgotten me…" she whispered, her face contorted with pain and anguish.
"No he has not," Kazuno disagreed, placing her hands on her own lap.
"How do you know," Noodle asked, now looking at the girl, her face hopeful.
"What do you mean you could not handle him loving you," Kazuno asked. Noodle's face dropped. Why was Kazuno moving onto this now? Why did she avoid her questioning?
"Huh?" Was all that left Noodle's lips.
"What do you mean you could not take his love," Kazuno asked again.
"I… I just do not love him," she answered, though her tone was unsure, confused and full of uncertainty.
Kazuno shook her head, "Tell me, Noodle-chan, why do you believe this?" Noodle just stared at the girl, doubtful of any answer she could think of. "You only rejected Stuart because you were confused, Noodle-chan. That is it. You only broke his heart because you found out that he had broken you, and you became a little upset," Kazuno explained to her in a hushed though assertive whisper, leaning forward and lightly caressing Noodle's face with her fingertips.
Noodle closed her eyes, bowing her head as she took in those words, unbelieving as Kazuno tried to reach out to her. "But… but what could there be then," Noodle breathed.
Kazuno pulled away once more, studying Noodle with her enchanting eyes. "That is up to your mind to decide," she spoke.
Noodle looked up once more, "But… what happened to my heart? I thought that the heart was supposed to find feelings." She was befuddled, with the answers she had been receiving. Her heart? Her mind? What about just her?
"Noodle-chan," Kazuno called for her attention. Noodle peeked at her slightly, listening to what the girl offered. "Your heart already found your feelings… it is up to your mind to discover them."
She arched her eyebrow, turning her head more towards the young girl. "What do you mean? How do I discover my heart's feelings?"
Kazuno closed her eyes, grinning at Noodle knowingly. "I do not know, Noodle-chan. I am not your mind," she chuckled.
Noodle's eyebrows scrunched together, tilting her head to the side as Kazuno looked in her eyes once more. "Then who are you?"
Kazuno's smile faded, and she looked at Noodle questioningly. "Why don't we go and take some stress off of our shoulders, Noodle-chan?"
Noodle rolled her eyes, sighing, "With what?"
Kazuno hopped off the bed, barely making a sound as she landed on the floor and skipped towards Noodle's dresser, and took hold of a pair of matching keys. "Murdoc gave these to us. Why don't we go and check out that old record shack?" She flicked the keys, tossing them to Noodle, who caught them with the same spark of curiosity in her eyes the day Murdoc had given these to her.
She got up, the keys tightly in her grip, and crawled off the bed, following Kazuno on her heel as the questionable child pranced down the stairway, bounding out the front door of the lighthouse without a care in the world. Noodle walked behind her, wary with each step she took, worried that she might run into a familiar face. But, she would have plenty of time to see him coming, so there should have been nothing to fear. Still, she allowed her worry to get the best of her. She didn't know how he would react to her presence, especially without Murdoc there to watch him. Being as the cyborg belonged to Murdoc, 2D would be hesitant to actually let out how he might feel about Noodle in his current state. Wouldn't that put her in danger now that Murdoc was no longer a factor? She swallowed, her throat tight with anxiety, but she seemed to relax as they neared the record shack, which looked like shambles on the outside, but she hoped inside it would be… something she would be able to distract herself with. Something to concentrate on, because music only ever seemed to bring out the emotions she continued to fight.
She walked up to the shack, her eyes dancing upon its surface as she stood a small distance away. Kazuno tugged on her shirt, and Noodle looked down to see that the child was pointing towards the door with a smile. Her face reserved, Noodle hesitantly walked toward it, and brought the key up to meet the lock and inwardly sighed when she heard an audible click as she forcefully turned the key. Once she pulled the key out, and removed the lock, dropping it to the ground, she slowly opened the door, grateful for the window, and the sunlight that poured through it, dimly illumininating the decent-sized space.
She shuffled inside, flicking the light switch as she passed by it. Once she could see clearly, she grinned widely, smirking to herself as she studied her new getaway. It was her own personal gym, or something of the sort. It had a punching bag, a hefty bar for pull-ups she guessed; it had breaking boards and mats on the ground, along with multiple shields for training, a jump rope, yoga ball, and ankle and wrist weights. She didn't know what prompted Murdoc and Russel to acquire all of this for her, but she wasn't about to complain. Kazuno went to play with the ball, while Noodle immediately went to work. She would have changed into some proper clothes, had she known what was waiting for her, but now that she was here, she couldn't seem to give a damn.
As she kicked at the punching bag furiously, her mind temporarily gave her rest, and she could concentrate on the task at hand: kicking the non-living shit out of this punching bag in front of her. As she did this, Kazuno set up a couple of boards, then hopped away to play with the jump rope, smiling and laughing as Noodle twisted her body, and sent a backwards kick into the bag, which promptly fell over with the force. Noodle bent over, resting her hands on her knees as she breathed in deeply. She smirked as she heard Kazuno's chuckles, and straightened herself once more. After she pulled the punching bag back into place, standing it up once more, she stood in front of the boards Kazuno had been near earlier. Noodle gazed at the boards, her hands at her sides as she stared at them fully. She took a deep inhale, then slammed her foot forward, stomping on the ground, yelling, "Hiya!" as she shoved her palm into the wood, snapping it and watching as it fell to the ground. The feeling of it break beneath her palm was invigorating, and though it seemed odd to her, she couldn't get away from the comfort it brought to her: a practice she had done all her childhood. She would surely have at it again with the time she would spend in this room.
After an hour or so of bag-beating and so on, covered in a nice layer of sweat, Noodle decided to call it a night… or close to it. The sun hadn't quite set yet. She didn't want to cool down too quickly and get sore by taking a shower, so instead, she decided to wander for the time being, until her body had calmed down some, and the adrenaline had receded. She moseyed along the shoreline, spellbound by the small waves in the vast ocean, twinkling with the earliest stars of twilight breaking over the horizon. The orange sunset left her breathless, but as the sun's immense hold disappeared over the edge of the earth, she found that she became more interested in the stars that burned holes in the darkness above her. She craved to see them all around her, surrounding her, so that she felt as though she were being pulled into the sky, but that wasn't possible where she was standing, so Noodle decided she needed to be higher. She took the lift to the garden patio, punctually hopped over the small wall, moving onto the small hill and laid down in the plastic grass. As another small figure joined her, crushing the grass beneath their body, Noodle flinched, and looked over to find Kazuno mimicking her actions. She smiled to herself, gazing with wonder into the sky, forgetting all of her worries for the time being, but she frowned after a moment. Why was it that her demons had not yet come to seek her out? Were they waiting patiently? Biding their time to force her to her knees? Were they working on something far worse? Perhaps they were simply waiting until her emotions were at turmoil, when she felt the most alone, and the most vulnerable… right now seemed to be a good time, but…
She barely noticed as Kazuno shot up, skipping merrily away, singing with the wind, and disappearing into the night. Noodle sat up, apprehensive with the child's abrupt departure, and looked around anxiously. Ice shot up her veins, and she found herself paralyzed once she saw a tall figure nearing her. She faced forward, wrapping her arms around her knees and resting her head against her arms, praying he would just ignore her. She could hear him sigh, and the thick scent of cigarette smoke drifted past her. He only stood there, maybe less than a meter behind her as he stared down at her, his face scrunched.
"Did Muds send yew out ta watch afta me?" He asked, somewhat perturbed by the thought. She didn't respond, and he took that as a yes. She lifted her face, staring out into the dark abyss before her, hoping that he would either continue to only speak, with her as his listener, or stop speaking altogether to allow her to dismiss herself. Either way, she was really only hoping that he wouldn't want to take out any aggression she didn't know if he had on her. "Well?" He pressed. Once again, she remained silent. He sighed, annoyed, and decided to set himself down, sitting a small space away from her as he continued to take drags from his fag. "Yew know, I don' fink it's really yew I'd brassed wit', so much as Muds," he spoke, flicking the ash from his cigarette away and pulling it back to his lips. She looked at him from the corner of her eye. He was gazing at her again. "I hate te fact that yew're suppose te replace my Noodle…" He looked away again. "But, I fink I shou' be mad at Muds, since ih can't be a computer's fault, an actually, I really am fuckin' angry wiff 'im, an' not yew… I mean, 'is not yo fault fo' doin' whot e's told yeh… te keep an eye on me…" He shook his head. "I dun know… I guess I'm jus' right well fucked up, ain't I? Lovin' on a dead girl," he sighed. Noodle's eyes grew wide, and she now turned her full attention onto his words. "I never even got te see 'er grow up… I wish I could tell 'er that… that I love 'er…" he continued. "Tell 'er tha I'm sorry…" He sniffed, "An' tha' I miss 'er… an' I'm so lost wiffout her…"
As a tear threatened to wash down her face, Noodle looked away. She stood to her feet, and looked down at 2D, watching as his head bowed forward, and she could see a tear glistening on his cheek. Her heart ached, wanting to wipe away that tear and comfort him, but her mind knew it would only bring disastrous results. Instead, she bowed her head as well, taking a step back from him as she spoke quietly. "Goodnight, 2D," she spoke, her heart breaking with the words she'd just spoken to him. She never told him such words in English. It had always been her native tongue, but again, she knew it would be best. The cyborg did not speak Japanese… Once Noodle thought she was a good enough distance away, she turned around and headed for the patio once more, going back from where she came from, to the lift.
As soon as 2D realised he was alone, he shivered. Why did her presence make him feel so… vulnerable? He felt as though he was missing something. He stared out into the sea, shuddering violently when he saw a geyser burst out from the surface of the ocean, sending a spur of water into the air. It was that damn whale again. At least he seemed to have been able to avoid it lately, mostly because his curtains were constantly shut, and the fact that the whale wasn't as interested in him as it had been when Murdoc was still paying it with food. That game seemed to have ended a while ago, but he knew despite that, his cetaphobia would never recede.
He looked away now, his gaze moving down, to the side, his gaze captured by the mesmerising light emitting from the lighthouse, spinning and turning without cease, warning ships if they came too near. But another movement captured his interest moments later. He spotted a shadow, moving across the ground, and swiftly entering the precious building. He scowled, standing to his feet, balling his fists. No one was allowed in that room, especially not the one who was modeled after the lighthouse's proper owner. He marched away, determined, and on the dangerous side of rationality. There was almost none to be found.
He and I had somethin' beautiful
But so dysfunctional, it couldn't last
Loved him so but I let him go
Cause I knew he'd never love me back
Such pain as this
Shouldn't have to be experienced
I'm still reeling from the loss
Still a little bit delirious, yeah
Near to you, I am healin'
But it is takin' so long
Cause though he's gone and you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yeah, I'm better near to you
Well, you and I, it's somethin' different
And I'm enjoyin' it as cautiously
I'm battle scarred, I am workin' oh so hard
To get back to who I used to be
He's disappearin'
Fadin' steadily
When I'm so close to bein' yours
Won't you stay with me, please?
'Cause near to you, I am healin'
But it is takin' so long
'Cause though he's gone and you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yet I'm better near to you
Yeah, I'm better near to you
I only know that I am better where you are
I only know that I am better where you are
I only know that I belong where you are
Near to you, I am healin'
But it's takin' so long
Though he's gone and you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Near to you, I am healin'
But it's takin' so long
'Cause though he's gone and you are wonderful
It's hard to move on
Yeah, I'm better near to you
Yeah, I'm better near to you
A Fine Frenzy - Near to You
This song started playing as I read this chapter for mistakes, and i almost started crying. It was so right, I just had to post the lyrics.
End chapter. Well? How was it? (it sucked) Want more? Cos it should be coming soon, if I can get it right.
I hope you liked it… I kinda missed Kazuno… and for the record, I know who Kazuno is, for the most part, but who do YOU think she is? What is she to Noodle? Why does she play a part in the story? C'mon, I want you to THINK! ;D