chapter six

I wanna heal,

I wanna feel like I'm close to something real

I wanna find something I've wanted all along

Somewhere I belong

-Linkin Park

Ganta

He couldn't believe it. He didn't want to believe it was true. It had to be a dream, he was in his bed and soon he'd wake up from the sun's impaling rays against his eyes.

He'd go to school. He'd see Mimi and Yamakatsu and all his other classmates. They were going on a field trip to Deadman Wonderland. Deadman Wonderland. Deadman Wonderland.

His eyes widened in horror, oh god it was happening! He was going to die for a massacre he did not commit! He wanted to claw at his hair, sink his teeth into his hands, and take a sharp razor and slice up his arms.

It was the red man's entire fault! He killed his classmates…He killed Mimi. Ganta began to cry. He wanted to puke from the memory of him holding her head that was completely detached from her body. It was so repulsive.

He still remembered that rotten stench of blood, he could still smell it on him. He curled up in his bed, holding his knees tightly. What did he do to deserve this hell? No matter what, even if his limbs were torn off his body, he'd avenge his friends, he'd avenge everyone. Even if his head was decapitated he'd bite the red man to death, he was that determined. A spark of red flashed in his eyes; his new purpose, was to obliterate the red man.

Habibah

Habibah followed Senji to this ramen shop, which she was completely blown away by. She didn't think prisoners would have the luxury of having ramen and other good foods. But Senji explained to her that as long as she had cast points, she could practically live the life of a wealthy person.

"Ya know, I don't know your name" Senji said with a stuffed mouth of noodles. Habibah made a scribbling motion with a hand.

"Oh, uh paper…Hey ramen guy! You got a paper and pen?" the newly named ramen guy gave Habibah a pen and receipt paper. Swiftly she wrote,

My name is Habibah

"Ha-Habibah? Your not Japanese?"

Partly, I'm also Egyptian

Senji smirked "Well that explains the brown skin and that thick hair. But, do Egyptians have red eyes?" Habibah shook her head. She watched Senji's expression shift from a smirk, to a smug smile.

"It's kinda cute when you don't talk. Makes you seem all the more adorable, like…like bunnies!" Habibah blushed lightly and stared down at the floor. She didn't know why she was so flustered, she'd been called cute plenty of times. But hearing it from this Adon- nice guy, it was embarrassing. She really wasn't that pretty, she did nothing to her hair it always fell in place. She did nothing to care for her smooth nearly flawless skin. She didn't deserve to be called 'cute' when she did nothing to earn it.

"Hey, I didn't mean to make ya embarrassed" Senji said his tone hesitant. Habibah slightly peered up and saw a light shade of pink coloring his cheeks. He looked so innocently flustered it ruined his whole muscle tough man display. Habibah giggled. When she saw his face again it was pure sanguine and he stared at her as if she indeed was some small fragile animal.

After eating ramen with Senji they parted ways and Habibah decided to wander around this large underground place. She knew the prisoners here were treated differently then the prisoners on the surface. Apparently all she had to do was fight and not cause extra trouble, and she didn't have a problem with a rule like that.

She almost could whatever she wanted. As she explored she found random stores that sold various things, the main cafeteria area (but there were other small food shops)- this place was like a little secret town.

She went to a clothes store and bought more dresses, since that's what fit her best. She also got shoes, mainly colorful converses and sandals with engraved animal jewels. And to think all she had to do was hand the cashiers' the card she bought with her. She wasn't too sure what it was, but knew it had a lot of money in it, for her to buy so much stuff.

As she walked back to her room carrying all of her goods, she smiled very smug-this was the first time she felt so independent. The sadist only allowed her to wear long T-shirts, long enough to cover her bottom, and that was it. Not even underwear (unless her period was on). Now that she thought about the sadist, he truly treated her more like an animal.

She never ate at the table, he'd wash her as if she was incapable of doing it, and he'd even brush her teeth. Habibah reached her room, and with an exasperated sigh set all of her newly acquired things on her bed. Her mind was made up. She'd never allow anyone to treat her like an animal. No one was going to hurt her again or make her feel fear. Her life was in her hands now, and no one was ever going to become her lifeline. Even if the world was ending. She could only trust herself to survive in this cruel world.

Shiro

She could always hear the lullaby even as faint as the sound was, it still buzzed in her ear like a small fly around her head. It was the woodpecker song and she was used to its sadness. She sat on a metal bar high in the air.

They were building a new attraction for Deadman Wonderland. The sun was retreating past the horizon of the earth; the blue sky was faded while streams of purple, red, and orange colored it. A breeze tucked under her long white hair and lifted it, blowing it gently. In the same breeze she smelt a familiar scent. It was this smell of oak wood mixed with fresh wheat-she smiled in delight. It was Ganta's smell. She stood, and with the happiest smile jumped off the metal bar.

Azuma Genkaku

He seriously couldn't wait. And he was usually a patient guy. But he wanted to see that beautiful face again, hear her sweet voice in his ears. He was sitting on his floor couch, strumming his guitar to random chords. He wanted her to come to him, but at the same time he had to realize that she wasn't remotely interested in him when the met.

He was simply her guide, nothing more. Yet he was the only one that felt like their meeting was destined. A cigarette was in-between his lips and with a heavy inhale exhaled a cloud of smoke that misted around him mysteriously, obscuring his insanity. He wondered when her next Carnival Corpse would be, would she spare her next victim as she did the Crow? Or would she chop them into pieces and dance on their insides? A small grin crept on Azuma's lips. He wanted to go back to her room and take in that nice spice and cinnamon smell. But he had to keep put. He had to test fate. If they truly were destined to meet, then she would come to him.