Ugly.
That's the word to describe me now.
Ugly. Hideous. Disgusting. Abomination.
Yesterday the doctors plucked the almost loosened tooth out, not able to save it. It bled a lot before they sewed up the wound, and I was not allowed any rest before they stuck some metal thing in my mouth. I thought it was braces, but I was wrong. It felt weird, cold in my mouth, and I almost gagged several
times.
Eira told me it wasn't braces. It was just there, in my mouth, temporarily,
just so it could let the other teeth move back in place. At least it was
better than expected... I really didn't want to have to walk around with a
giant metal cage around my head.
The teeth that Black Star didn't knock out were out of place a bit, and they
hurt really bad, but they weren't loose. At least I had that going for me.
Now all I can eat, as the pain goes away, is soft food, and avoid straws. I
was told the pressure from straws could loosen the blood clot where my tooth
used to be.
Nothing crunchy, or chewy. Especially not caramel.
Just...soft.
It even hurt to talk, and brush my teeth.
I earned this because of a basketball game, how lame was that?
I woke up a bit late the next morning, and Eira was already dressed in a grey
hoodie and matching shorts and all. As always, her hair was up in that
signature ponytail.
I yelled at her for not waking me up, a few times wincing and stopping as I
waited for the pain to go away. Oh, I hoped that wouldn't last long. I didn't
know how much of that I could take.
She told me that I should stay home for today, and I refused. I couldn't miss
class, that would be bad.
And what would I do a whole day stuck in here, while everyone else is in
school? Watch day-time TV? Not likely.
I quickly got dressed into a dark blue long sleeved shirt and baggy grey
pants.
I combed my hair ignoring the pain as I tugged for the tangles to get loose.
As I was putting on my black shoes on the bed, my stomach growled rather
loudly, signalling to get my butt to the kitchen.
I sighed angrily, and walked into the kitchen, seeing Eira stare out of the
window looking quite bored, drinking her coffee.
I opened the fridge, searching for something soft and breakfast-like.
Something light and not sugary.
Toast, no. The thought made my teeth hurt. Cereal, hell no. Unless I wanted to
wait ten minutes for the flakes to soak in the milk.
I glared at the contents of the fridge. What the heck was there to eat?
The only choices were, scrambled eggs, or crushed fruit.
I went with the egg.
It was the only thing I knew how to make. Other than that, well, nothing.
My cooking skills aren't that great, unfortunately. Eira called me a Lethal
Chef the first time I tried making supper.
"Don't burn yourself, we don't want another trip to the doc." Eira said,
probably smiling.
I giggled softly, "Don't worry, eggs are my specialty. My mom taught me how to
make them!" I said proudly cracking two small eggs in a clear glass bowl.
I put it up over my head, and looked up, checking for pieces of shells.
She snorted as I began to mix the eggs with a fork, "Advice. Don't be a chef,
you might kill people."
"That's what my mom used to say! She joked one time, and said that my future
husband would be hospitalized when I try to make something for him. But then I
told her, I'd force him to go eat out, as I learn to cook." I rambled on and
on, not even realizing it.
After beating the eggs I poured the mixture in the black pan, which had a
small amount of oil on it.
She laughed at that, agreeing.
I stared at the eggs in the pan, as they started to cook. "Hey, Eira?"
"Yeah?" she asked, after gulping the last of her coffee and putting it in the
empty sink.
"Did you see that picture I showed you of my mom and I? I can't find it
anywhere." I asked opening the kitchen drawers, searching for a rubber
spatula, to mix the eggs with.
"I'm sure the last place you put it was in the picture frame of the living
room. Y'know the one with the hearts and Teddy bears?" she yawned and
stretched, sitting on the table again with a sweet roll.
"Where did it go...that was the only picture of her I had." I became angry at
myself. How did I misplace it? That was one of the few things I came to this
world with.
I was anything but responsible.
"You looked so chubby in that picture. At first I didn't believe that was
you." she laughed, drumming her fingers on the wooden white table. "Where did
your mom get your name? I've never heard of it before."
I blinked, surprised she would ask that question, "She said that she made it
up. She told me when she was three and a half months pregnant with me, she was
walking in the park alone at night, and when she looked at the full moon, the
name just zapped in her mind." I smiled at the memory of her telling me that.
I was about eleven or twelve, when I asked her the same question. There was a
pause, in which I looked over to my housemate.
"What the heck is a full moon?" Eira asked, brow arched in confusion.
I stopped stirring the eggs, and turned around with a confused and amused
expression, "What do you mean 'what the heck is a full...'"
I stopped suddenly, remembering the moon in this world.
The moon... This moon... It was always the same, crescent like, with a nose,
eyes and mouth. And it was chuckling all the time, like a sentient being.
It was NEVER a full moon.
Full moons don't exist in this world as much as laughing moons don't exist in
the real world.
My eyes widened, and I became panicked, the spatula slipping in my hand and
clattering into the pan. I retrieved it quickly, trying not to burn myself.
What was I supposed to say? Should I tell her the... No. That was impossible.
I would get thrown in the nut house!
"Well?" My weapon asked impatiently, her fingers tmp tmp tmp-ing away on the
table. I could feel her angry eyes burning holes through me, and a shiver ran
down my spine.
I turned around back to the stove, fear and shock evident on my face, "I-it's
nothing..." I mumbled hoping she'd drop the subject.
But... It was Eira I was talking about. Of course she wasn't going to drop the
subject. My luck would never be that good. I think the world would end if it
were.
She was too stubborn, and when she wanted answers, she wouldn't drop the
subject. That was both one of her best things, and her worst.
"I'm sure it was something. And what's with the face? Are you hiding
something?" She demanded with a raised eyebrow, tone accusing, and a growl
escaping her throat. I didn't know what to say, I was horrible at lying.
"No! I'm not." I said too quickly. I bit my lip, hard, tasting blood on my
tongue.
She sighed angrily, slamming her cup down on the table and spilling coffee
everywhere. "Okay then answer me, what's a full moon? What does that mean?"
"I told you. It's nothing, just forget-" I started, but found myself cut off
by my Weapon's harsh glare.
"You don't trust me, do you?" She interjected, voice lowering to a
near-whisper instead of yelling, like I expected. I could hear the faint
traces of other emotions besides anger in her voice, but I couldn't be sure.
That made me turn around and glare, forgetting my eggs, "Why would you say
something stupid like that? Of course I trust you!"
"Well it seems like I'm not a good weapon or friend, since you won't tell me
what you meant. And this isn't the first time, either. You've been hiding
things from me." The Auburn Pole arm weapon crossed her arms over her chest
and glared down at me. I felt as if someone had just dropped a chunk of ice
into my stomach.
I shrinked back at the dark look in her eyes equally dark eyes.
I didn't know what to say, so I just turned around and looked down, with half
lidded eyes. My silence was probably what pushed her over the edge, looking
back on it.
"So, that's it! You DON'T trust me!"
There was the loud tone I was expecting. My straight line my lips made turned
to a frown as she said that.
"I'm sorry... I just... can't tell you." I murmured, eyes studying the
patterns of dust and bootprints on the linoleum. I couldn't answer straight. I
couldn't think of a good, quick excuse. I didn't want to lie to my friend, my
Weapon... But...
"I was right." My heart sunk, and I looked up suddenly when the door opened,
Eira standing by it with her books and bag. Her face reflected the fury that
most had every right to fear, but it also was lined with hurt. I could see
faint sparkles of jewel-like tears clinging to the girl's lashes, like pearls
on lace.
"So, Adil, are you going to abandon me like everyone else has?" Raw pain made
Eira's voice crack, shoulders raised in her anger, and a hand raising itself
to remove any evidence of those tears. I didn't have a chance to respond
before she flew out the door, which slammed on her way out, loud enough to
shake the floor beneath me.
I glared at my ready eggs, tears bordering my eyes.
"Dammit." I muttered rubbing my wet eyes with my sleeve. "Dammit it all!" I
nearly screamed, and kicked the table's leg.
I slammed my fists on the white table, and it felt like needles were stabbing
my knuckles, faint traces of blood staining the pristine white surface.
0o0
My black shoes padded lightly on the cold cement streets of Death City, empty
echoes bouncing off foreboding walls. No other person stood in my way as I
trudged unwillingly down the cobblestone streets. The sky above was a solid
grey, predicting cooler weather with it's stony face. I had not watched the
weather this morning, so I had no clue what that day had in store, but I knew
one thing.
It was a gloomy day, and it matched my mood. A chilly wind blew straight
through me, and I wrapped my arms around myself, trying to rub the cold out.
My half lidded eyes gazed only at the floor while my mouth was hidden by my
black scarf that was wrapped around my neck.
"So that's it! You DON'T trust me!"
I closed my eyes and exhaled.
It's not that I didn't trust her. It's just... What would she have said?
Would she have believed me?
Probably not...
My brows furrowed together.
No one would believe me.
They'd think I'm crazy...
"I'm not a good weapon or friend, since you obviously can't trust me, huh?"
I tried my best to ignore her words, buy they kept popping up in my head, like
a bad movie trick. My numb steps took me into the school, the faces around me
blurring into one peach smear, while the rest of the school became a myriad of
dull colors.
"You don't trust me..."
I fought back tears, which were threatening to flow
down my ruddy red cheeks.
"You don't trust me..."
My hands clenched, hard nails biting into the soft
flesh of my palm, sparks of pain unnoticed.
"You don't trust me...?"
I swallowed a sob that threatened to come out.
I walked past everyone, eyes still divided on the floor, and head down.
I shivered a bit, and my heart ached slightly.
"Oh hey. How are you fee... Adil, what's wrong?" I looked up and met dark blue
eyes, deep as the ocean itself.
The boy was dressed in a black jacket and dark blue jeans. His white spiky
hair was down as always, and a small frown replaced the smile that had been
there mere seconds before.
My lips trembled slightly and I bit my lips, not looking at Tatsuo.
"It's nothing..." I walked passed him suddenly, and saw a surprised and
confused expression on his face before he was consumed by the crowd.
I felt guilty, afterwards.
I didn't mean to be rude. It's just that I didn't know what to tell him. I
mean, what, I was going to walk up to him and say "Eira's mad at me 'cause I
didn't tell her I'm from an alternate world where you guys are in a comic
book."?
It's so frustrating!
No one would understand. There was no way they could understand.
I gloomily walked to my locker and got my books ready.
I walked silently through the hallways, pass the noisy students and into my
usual class. Regret pulsed through my veins like a venom, constricting my
chest and filling my head with a vile mixture of doubt and self-loathing. I
took a seat a bit away from the others, and immediately hid my head in one of
my text books, trying to bury my shame in words.
I couldn't believe I had done that. In one morning, I had alienated my Weapon,
was rude to one of by better friends, and I knew it was going to get worse. It
was that feeling in the pit of my stomach.
My classmates filed in without me taking notice, the quiet of the classroom
turning steadily into the chatter of pre-class. I tried my hardest to
concentrate on the words in my book, I really did, but I couldn't seem to do
it. One tall figure among the rest seemed to stick out. Eira. My Weapon shot a
glare at me as she passed, and settled into her normal seat. I ignored it, and
my eyes wandered to the other untaken seats. Black Star and Tsubaki were
gone.
How odd.
I allowed myself to look around a bit more. No, still nothing. A crash
announced that Stein had entered the room, but I was devoid of the normal
enjoyment I got off of seeing the teacher intentionally make a fool out of
himself. He announced to the class that we were taking notes today on how Soul
Wavelengths affected certain parts of the body when struck with a moderately
strong blast. I looked up from my text, his eyes meeting mine for a brief
second of mild curiosity and a bit of worry, before his gaze focused
elsewhere.
The piece of chalk that found itself in Professor Stein's hand soon found
itself flying across the board at breakneck pace, drawing fairly detailed
pictures of the human anatomy with arrows pointing to certain parts, as well
as the general theory next to it. As hard as I tried, I could not follow the
notes. They went by too fast, at a dizzying speed, and I couldn't seem to
place any of the words the professor was using. I found myself reflecting back
at the morning fight for the umpteenth time that day, replaying it in my head
over and over.
A hand tugged at my sleeve, and I jumped, looking over to stare into the apple
green eyes of Maka. Her brows were furrowed in worry, no doubt having heard of
my mood from Tatsuo, or maybe just noticing it herself. A gave a smile that
felt fake, even to me, before trying to return to my pitiful work. Her hand
stopped me again.
"Adil, what's wrong?" She asked, and behind her, I saw Soul looking out of the
corner of his eyes, Patty and Liz staring without seeming to realise I saw
them, and Kid shaking his head sympathetically.
"Nothing, Maka." I answered, almost on reflex, and much too quickly. I think
that I was doing that a lot that day.
"You're lying. Please, tell me what's wrong. Did Black Star do something
stupid again? Did he get sent to Shinigami-sama's Death Room?" I shook my
head, causing more confusion than answers.
"Is it the pain from your teeth? You should have stayed home to rest today...
Being tired in class on accident is so uncool." And doing it on purpose is
cool, Soul? I was tempted to snap back, but refrained myself.
"No, that's not it. I'm not ready to talk about it yet, guys. Can it wait
until lunch?" Liz and Patty frowned, Kid and Soul had similar, 'I can't believe
you're dodging the question again' looks, while Maka was still her worrisome
self.
Hours of hell passed until the bell rang for lunch.
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"Now that we're here, why are you and Eira not talking?" I was assaulted
almost as immediately as I had stepped into the cafeteria, by Maka's
questions. I sighed as I walked alongside my fellow Meister, and she led me to
a table, where our friends were sitting. Outside, the rain that had started
sometime in class pelted against the windows, a hard wind driving it. In the
months I had spent in the school, I couldn't recall it ever raining.
I guess Nevada really did earn it's reputation as an Arid state.
"Me and Eira got into a serious fight... That's all I'm willing to say right
now, guys." I responded, my eyes still glued to the ground. I felt my heart
constrict in my chest once more, but I felt strong enough to stem the endless
flow of tears that seemed to be with me all of today. I went off to get my
food, and came back to a heated discussion, thankfully, not about me.
"But that's got to be them! Who else has blue hair like his?" Patty flailed
from her perch on top of the table, seeming to be arguing with Tatsuo about
something.
"But... Tsubaki wasn't even in class. I can't remember the last time she
wasn't in class." Black Star and Tsubaki were there? I set my tray down on the
table, and looked in the direction Patty had been pointing at.
Way on the other side of the cafeteria, I spotted a stock of blue hair
sitting, while a black-haired lady and a white haired-boy talked. Soul had
taken the debate into his own hands, it seemed, and was taking to the Ninja
Weapon pair. At first, nothing seemed wrong. Tsubaki was smiling, Black Star
was laughing like his old self, although I couldn't see Soul's face. He had
his back to me.
But then...
I spotted something off. Tsubaki's eyes were half-lidded, her smile actually a
smirk that curled the corners of her lips. Black Star's eyes burned with an
eerie light, and his laugh seemed a bit... Forced. Finally, Soul turned and I
saw the angry snarl on his face. Black Star stood up, striding over to the
Scythe Weapon. I blanched, and the mindless chatter of my friends ceased
around me.
Black Star said something, before pulling his fist back and punching the
shocked Soul, straight in the cheek.
At that moment, the bell for class rung.
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I walked the final step to Shibusen's rooftop.
Luckily no one noticed since I fled when they went to go stop the fight between Soul and Black Star.
It got really serious, and ugly.
It was still cold and cloudy outside, just the way i like it.
The dark clouds hovered over the city, and the harsh cold wind blew my bangs in my eyes.
I quietly sat on the cement railing , my legs dangling off the edge and my hands clasped on my lap.
I looked at the dark city, taking in every bit of detail.
My eyeslids drooped slightly .
What the heck was I thinking?
Why did I have hope in the beginning that I'd live here happily. Normally?
I don't belong here, I don't fit in this world.
I shouldn't even be here.
But...why?
If I wasn't here then I wouldn't have ever met Tatsuo, Eira,Fuji,Lucrezia or the others.
I would've been alone if it wasn't for them.
I shivered a bit, biting my lip.
I stared up at the grey sky, and sighed, seeing my breath for a moment.
There was a shuffling noise behind me and I turned around, my bangs in my eyes.
I sighed bitterly and moved them out of my vision.
Sapphire eyes met ice blue ones.
"Hey,What are you doing out in the cold? You'll catch a flu." Lucrezia shoved her hands in her fluffy brown jacket of hers and over to me, smiling.
"I like the cold." I muttered, looking back at the town.
Why was she here? I want to be left alone...
"You don't mind if I join you?" she asked before jumping on the railing , and sitting comfortably next to me.
Yeah, I do.
"No..."
She sighed and looked at the city, kicking her black jeans covered legs.
She still had her hands in her jacket, and her long black hair swayed with the wind.
I looked at her from the corner of my eye.
"Why aren't you in class? The others were asking about you." she said, fiddling with her bracelet.
"The better question is, why aren't YOU in class?" I countered back , not in the mood to talk.
"I have some errands to do for some teachers, and I heard the others talking about you, so I thought you were here." she quietly shivered.
I looked away not knowing what to say.
"So...the fight was pretty bad... I heard that Soul almost broke Black Star's arm..." she said slowly, trying to see my reaction of the fact that both my friends tried killing eachother.
"It's Black Star's fault. He started it." I scowled thinking of the blue haired creep.
"They're both serving a punishment, now. Don't know what is though."
She began humming a lullaby ,a few weeks ago I learned was the same lullaby my mother sang to me.
The wind whistled and continued to blow our hair in different directions.
"So, I heard about yesterday. Sorry I couldn't come, I had a mission. And I'm sad to hear about your teeth." she said quietly.
I didn't know why sparks of anger lit inside of me, when she said that.
I bit my lip and glared at the town, my lips twitching into a scowl.
Not because of my teeth.
"What did you do to Black Star?"
I asked very bluntly and turned my head fully in her direction a slight glare on my face.
She stared at me blankly then raised a perfect black eyebrow,"What do you mean?"
"You know what I'm talking about! He's been acting strange ever since the day of the picnic, when he chased you in the forest!" my glare intensified when she looked shocked.
"Why are you suggesting that I did something to him? I'm just as confused as you are!" she returned the glare.
"I have every right to suspect you! He acted differently RIGHT after he came back from chasing you! And that day you kept pulling fake smiles and laughs! You're hiding something."
She stared at me for a while and turned , jumping off the railing," It's stupid to accuse someone without proof. I don't what your problem is, Adil. Maybe Black Star hit you a little too hard-"
My fists shook a bit.
"Shut up!" there's the pain again " I know you have to do with it! It was all over your face that day! I can tell between a fake and real smile , don't think I'm stupid! I will find out what you did with my friends!"
She glared harshly at me before walking towards the door that led to the inside,her black heels clicking as she did "Some friend you are..."
I glared at the wooden door that she slammed before turning to look back at the town with angry eyes.
I'll find out...
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The clicking noise of thin heels echoed throughout the empty hallways.
The noise ceased as the one responsible for it stopped infront of a wooden door.
The person's pale hand twisted the knob and creaked the brown door open.
"Come in." a feminine voice chuckled.
"She's suspicious." the girl's ice blue eyes looked at the woman who was hidden in the shadows of the corner.
"She's a smart one." the voice chuckled darkly again.
"This isn't good. She knows that I-"
"Oh, I've noticed it was successful with Tsubaki. Good job on that. How long are they both going to be aggressive Have you heard about what the boy did today?"
"It will take some time. It depends how strong their soul is. The stronger it is the longer they'll be aggressive."
"And did it wear down on the boy? It's been three days."
"He isn't as angry as he was the first and second day. By tommorow he should be better. And Tsubaki is doing much better than he is. She was aggressive the first few hours but she cooled down this morning." the girl informed her.
A dark laugh burst out from the woman.
The girl shuddered a bit . She could practically hear the dark smirk that was painted on the woman's face.
"...I don't want to hurt them..." the girl mumbled looking down, her fists shaking.
"Don't get all soft. This isn't what I brought you here for." The feminine voice growled," Now go to class, we don't want more people suspicious, do you Lucrezia?"
The said girl scowled and walked out, a small tear rolling down her cheek.
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THANKS AS ALWAYS TO PURPLE- EYED DEVIL! SHE WROTE 3/4 OF THE STORY! SHE'S AMAZING XD
Poor adil and eira :c
i dont know who to side with xD lol
I feel bad for lucrezia too T.T
and i forgot to mention something. i went back to read the previous chapter, and noticed that in one of them shinigami-sama was in his house, i forgot he cant leave shibusen, but watever just ignore that part
and wen i first introduced fuji, i said he had black hair. i mean dark brown, not black :P
Purple-Eyed DEvil- yes ill do that :)
KittyAttack- yes i do too, but ill switch every now and then, thanks kitty C;
Wimonwan- xD lol i no rite! thanks!
Wickedlyme- lol thank you! im happy to hear that!
stephanie-aww thanks!
Rachy-neko-chan- rlly lol? thanks!
Anime girl1220- my luck is purple-eyed devil! xD
the lost and forgotten- lol xD okay, ill do that, and dont worry. hell be back...eventually xP
Shadowzaku205-welcome back xD lol yesss im luvin it
rockergurl95- thank you C;
oh and i little game here~~~~
What is your favorite quote in this whole story?
mine's is:
" Too bad geezer, this resturaunt only has normal bathrooms, so thats your only choice if you wanna crap" Soul pointed his thumb over his shoulder.
Maka shoved his houlder' dont say that when were about to eat!"
i can soooo imagine that happening! lol i love Soulxmaka xD so cute