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Sorry for the long delay. Besides I had some personal problems to solve first… enjoy! ;]

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--- Chapter 9 ---

And soon that sweet silence that I am so fond of, reigned again in my home sweet home.
"They're so noisy!" I commented with a shy smile upon my face. Lenalee was still sitting in front of my TV with a video tape that she was looking with Lavi. She looked at me suspicious, but still smiled at me.
"Why did you kick them out Allen?" She asked.

'Hahaha…so direct!' Suddenly I felt hot, and my cheeks heat. I tried to loose my shirt's collar from my neck as if it was suffocating me.

"They're so noise!" I hate myself for being stupid sometimes, but there was nothing else in my mind I could tell her. And the truth is, all I wanted was to be alone with her, and I just couldn't say it.
"Hahaha they are funny!"

And I believe from the bottom of my heart that she really is the only one who could think of them like that.

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It's 20pm. I am at my living room cutting off my toe nails, as Lenalee is in the bathroom taking a bath. From that chair I was sitting, I could clearly hear the sound of the shower's water, softly hitting the floor making my thoughts flyaway, spacing out in that room.

While fighting against an ingrown toenail that was bravely insisting to keep stuck on my toe, I began to remember the day we had.

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After those two clowns were gone, we played cards and chess. Let me say, that I am very aware of how incredibly lame that sounds, as a way to spend time with a girl… and in my house! Lavi and Kanda always mocked me for liking board games in plain electronics games era, which always left me frustrated for not having anyone to play with me. Actually I believe they were only bad losers since I always beat them up. But Lenalee vowed me that she truly appreciated those games by saying it was a great exercise for the mind. So I was really happy, like a kid, to know that she shared the same pleasures I had. And then we watched for a brief moment, one of these boring reality shows with no much interest to it. Until later then, she suggested herself that we should go to my room.

"I believe staring at the ceiling is much better than that!" She had told me.

I can't even tell myself how pathetic I felt by that. 'Why didn't I was the one to suggest it first? Am I the kind of guy to let the woman to take the control in a relationship?'

I begin to get scare of my self-knowledge.

While she was lying in my bed, I turned on my sound system. I put to play Bach. The gentle melody seemed perfect for the moment. If I could compare Lenalee to a song, sure would be some of Bach's songs. Soft, melancholic, with some ups and downs, but always beautiful and sublime. So easy to get lost with it.

I laid myself beside her and held her small, cold and delicate hand looking at her. I still couldn't believe that she really was there. Everything that happened between us so far seemed too surreal. Enough to be disturbing.
Too disturbing.

Next to her I felt good, calm, but always with a sense of dread in my heart, about to explode at any moment. Sometimes I hear a strange voice, whispering something which I can't understand. But I knew it wasn't a good thing. So I just ignored.
"What a nice music." She said placing her head on my shoulder.
"Yeah?"

"Yeah" She looked at me tenderly and then she brushed my white hair with her little fingers. Right after, she closed her eyes without taking her hand off my head.
So I involved her in my arms and smelled her silky long hair. I scented strawberry. I didn't dislike it, but I thought she was more compatible with berries or grapes.

When I woke up, I raised my left arm to see what time it was. 19:46 pm. Soon I realized our legs were interlaced as her body was partially over mine. I could even feel her heart beating next to mine.

I passed my fingers between the soft and silky threads of her hair while watching her beautiful sleeping face. Her face was calm and her precious hot breath on my chest seemed to give me some energy. I asked what kind of dreams she was having. 'We could stay like this forever.' I even wished she never needed to wake from that beautiful dream she was seeing. 'Or maybe I was the one having the best dream ever.' But then I saw her eyes slowly open as a newborn baby, looking at everywhere to recognize the place for the very first time.
"What are you smiling about?" She asked looking at me.
I wondered since when was I smiling, since I hadn't noticed.
"Nothing"
"Hmmm"

After that, she took a long sigh. I wondered if she was aware of how valuable was that air she was pulling inside her fragile lungs. How delicate her life could be.

But of course she knew. She knew better than anyone. 'But how much does she treasure it?'

She stood up while I kept in bed watching her graceful and delicate movements. She withdrew off from her bag some clothes and went to the bathroom.
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Later, when I finally got rid of that damn nail, I heard a different sound from the water, but also coming from the bathroom. I stood up and went to the door getting afraid of the cause.
"Lenalee ... is everything alright there?"
"Uhum"

I suspected about that response she gave me. Her voice went hoarse, erased. I got closer to the door putting my ear to work. I heard sounds that seemed her coughing, but the sound was not so clear, it was as if she muffled the sound.

"Lenalee… are you coughing?" But her only answer was more coughing.

'That can not be good!'

"Lenalee ... I'm coming in!"
When I enter, I found her sitting in my bathtub. She was shrunk with her legs glued to her body and she had covered her face with her hands lightly painted in a beautiful but sad tone of red.
I turned off the shower, and took her towel to cover her up. When I touched her, I realized her body was wobbly, and I had the impression that he was crying.
"Can you stand?" My voice came out incredibly weak and wobbly as I took notice of her situation.
She nodded a "no".
"No problem! I'm here, don't worry! I'll take care of you, did you hear me?" I could swear I heard someone say something at my ear. I tried to think about what I heard as if my life depended on it. I thought maybe it was God telling me what to do. But I was also too concerned on her to decipher those whispers.
As soon as I got her in my shaking lap, her breathing started getting heavy. And until I dropped her in my bed, she would be breathless.

So I panicked again.

According to her, it only happened late at night.

'Why so earlier today? Why was that virus on a hurry? What for? What did it had planned for her?'

I got on my knees before the table beside the bed and began to overturn everything I found ahead me looking for that magical white pot with her miraculous pasta. 'Where is it? Where is it?' But I couldn't find that blessed pot anywhere. I tried all the drawers, even knowing that I wouldn't find it there.
"DAMN IT!" I shouted extremely angry. I was also terrified, intrigued and despaired.
'THINK ALLEN, THINK!'
I stopped from what I was doing and got up from the floor. I looked around carefully at that mess I just did. But this agony wouldn't leave me ever. Every second that I missed was critical. Even vital! With a deep breath, cursing that damn human's need of it, I tried once again to look calmly at those scattered things on the floor. But the loud sound of Lenalee's breathing; desperately asking for that stupid air seemed to ring forever in my head.
"FOUND IT!" Amid that stupid panic, I would have thrown the pot on the floor without realizing it.

I opened it on rush. Filled my hand with that green pasta and began to massage her bare chest.

As my hand touched her skin in perfect circular movements, I was caught hypnotized by the movement of her chest swallowing the air the way she was.

Up and down, up and down, up and down.
I remember then to put some pasta under her nose. I looked into her face, and scared me to note that it was more pale than it should be. Moreover, her soft lips were lightly painted with that same tone of red that her hands had, now fallen out of the bed without the strength to raise.
Her eyes fought fiercely against what appeared to be sleeping. She was bravely trying to dominate it.
"Do not fall asleep Lenalee, do not fall asleep!" I tried to make her understand.

Carefully, I lifted her to pass the ointment on her back. I put so much pasta on her that we would have to use a new pot on next time.
I continued to massage her chest, but she didn't seem to get any better like she used to.
'WHY IT'S NOT WORKING?'
Slowly she dragged her hand closer to me touching my leg, I saw she was closing her hands trying to grab me, but her weak body betrayed her by taking out all of her strength.

'Com'on!' I passed more pasta on her chest, but her breath wasn't returning to normal at all. Soon I noticed a few water drops falling on her body. So I realized it was coming from me. I had my face completely soaked in tears.
Her eyes looked at me. It seemed to tell me that she couldn't hold any longer and slowly, I saw them close.
"No! Lenalee no! Don't sleep! Don't sleep until you tell me you're fine, LENALEE!"

I Held her face with my hands greasy from that pasta. I gave her some slaps in order to animate her. Her breathing was still puffy, but began to calm down.

Soon I saw her breath slow down to each second, as my heart beaten stronger.

So I came over her, to try some recue mouth-to- mouth breathing, hoping I could take all the air inside my own lungs to give her, because if I could, I would.

When I touched my lips on hers, I felt more tears coming down to see how cold she was. But it was useless. She didn't open her eyes.

So I ran to my living room stumbling on everything. I even hit my foot on the couch, and hit my face on the floor. I was sure I felt something rip my foot's skin off, but I was in such a hurry that it didn't matter to me.
"Please, I need an ambulance right now!" I didn't even waited for the other voice answer the phone. I just gave my address, but I had to repeat a couple of times. 'How can he not understand me? Stupid attendant!' But it seems that my voice was the problem here, since it didn't want to come out of my throat.

I have to say that I have never felt so scared in my life. Except on the day I lost my father. But that was so long ago, that I couldn't tell which one was scarier.

Soon I started to feel dizzy. My living room seemed to spin around slowly like a stupid merry-go-round. I was completely stunned. I couldn't understand how a little while ago, I came out from the best dream I ever had to jump to my worst nightmare. 'How can that be?' It seemed too unfair to understand.
I ran back to the room. She was there motionless. But still breathing. I sat by her side, and hold her hand steady. 'Please, don't leave me now… you have to tell me to leave yet.'
Recalling that the ambulance would come soon, I dressed her with a dress I found on her backpack. And while waiting for my last hope to come, I continued to massage her chest, her shoulders, arms and hands. I was whiling to do it until my hands fall apart from my arms and had nothing else to use to massage her.

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