Teh... I barely say much in the author's note anymore... I wonder why? BTW, the last chapter isn't my best and was poorly written. My brain, at the time, was doing three things- er... five things at once.
1. I was sorting the time to practise clarinet.
2. I was sorting the time to practise violin.
3. I was sorting the time to study (and I hate studying!) math. (I will ace the test but just on the safe side...)
4. I was sorting the time to study a vocab quiz. (The teacher made us wait three months before giving the actual date. STUPID TEACHER!.!.! YOU MADE ME STUDY FOR NO REASON FOR THOSE MONTHS!)
And finally, 5. I was speed-typing the previous chapter.
So, if you didn't like the last chapter, feel free to since it wasn't exactly edited to the point I would say, "It feels right... Yep! *sigh* I finished!"
Mountains of Ren's control was slowly crumbling down. Yes, he was weak from having both his soul and blood sucked out of him. Yes, he was indeed with the girl of his dreams but that wasn't why his control was fading. It was, in fact, that that girl called him "Tsuruga san". She even replaced her grey eyes with golden as if she was...
"Mogami san? I- is that you?" he asked.
She nodded, smiling her way through all of his confusion. It really was her after all. "I still can't see you so... I guess I'm not fully back. I can't remember everything since I only saw your memories of me but," She beamed, colouring her cheeks with a cute tint of pink, "I am beginning to get my memories back too; just pieces of them."
Do you know the feeling where you don't know what to do yet at the same time, you actually do know what to do? Ren wanted to claim those lips, even when it meant more of his soul would be taken, and make them plump and swollen. He wanted to kiss her so badly yet, wasn't that Keiko kissing him? Not Kyoko?
Hesitating, he placed his hand on her head and pulled her toward him. Jags of shards were in his heart when he asked the simple question: "Do you love me, Kyoko?"
Her blush was taking over her and spread throughout her body. Hearing him say her name... it felt like music to her ears. Sucking all of her courage up, she nodded. "Ever since... I was still Kyoko, I loved you till the day I disappeared."
"But you are Kyoko, now. Aren't you?"
With a jerky shake, she began to cry again. "But I barely remember my own memories and so I'm looking at your memories with me and-"
"How much did you see?"
Biting her lower lip, she replied, "I saw in your memories that you were... Corn."
Sighing, that one hand was joined with the other, and she was soon in the embrace of Ren. He hugged her tighter, sending her deep into his scent, and said, "Do you hate me for that? I have more dark memories that I own that will make you hate me more."
"No, I won't ha-"
"Are you sure?"
Total chaos, as many would say, was formed the moment Kyoko made Ren blush to the tip of his ears. She wanted to kiss him, to have a deep kiss, but she ended up kissing his neck—right at the bite marks she recently gave.
She realized her mistake, kissing his neck instead of his mouth, but continued what she was doing. She didn't feel the bite marks at all, but gave all her love to him, letting it sink into his wounds and snaking its way in his heart.
Ren, at a total loss, was just sitting there as the love of his life was doing this. In all of his life, with his previous girlfriends, he had never thought such simple kisses could make his heart beat like it was running a marathon. But... he did feel another feeling. He felt... healthy again?
As Kyoko placed her hands on his chest, she suckled on the mark, not even opening the wound! She continued to do that until Ren suddenly felt the mark closing, disappearing without a trace. When Kyoko lifted her head away, he cautiously felt the side of his neck. It really was gone.
"That must have been weird... kissing your neck and all..." Kyoko mumbled, hiding the blush that was reforming inside of her.
With another hug, Ren chuckled as he kissed her head. By instinct, she dipped down at the weight but she slowly wrapped her arms around him. She was really warping his mind right now. "I will take any kisses you put on me," He hovered his lips on her cheek, "even if they were to kill me." And he kissed her cheek, earning another warm blush.
"Tsuki, you big coward!"
"What?"
The shinigami shuffled the files, as if they were a deck of cards, and weaved his eyes back and forth at the info in front of him. That should go in one pile I guess- wait! He plucked one in disgust. That one isn't even a file! He flung it in the garbage can, which it immediately disintegrating the so-called "file".
He continued to work, concentrating vigorously as his hands were playing around with the files yet putting them in the right categories. Scary how he works...
"You gave up your love for Keiko?" One of his "friend" (he didn't ask for that guy to be his friend!) slapped his back sharply. Too bad he was weak and that slap burned his hand.
"Shut up... by the way, I have wings, just like you, so stop hitting me like those humans do when they see their "friends"."
"But- oh, fine!" he pouted. "Anyway, why did you do that? You were madly in love with Keiko to the point that you were the reason why she turned into a shinigami."
"Kaji, can you just drop it? I don't want to talk about her right now," he said, ripping a file that kept repeating the same family name on it. Even if he was suppose to sort, he didn't really care that what he was doing was wrong. If you saw one million "Lee"s on a page, your eyes would bulge and you would throw it away too. Or rip it like Tsuki...
"But, she was once that actress and she-"
"I SAID FOR YOU TO DROP IT!"
Kaji whimpered until he bawled. "WAAAHHH! VIDKA! TSUKI YELLED AT ME!" The adult, who was acting like a child, flew over to whimper and complain to the female shinigami.
Vidka sighed, scratching her head as she furrowed her brows. "Well, Kaji, you asked for it. You already know that that isn't a light topic to be discussing right now," she said, shaking her finger. "Tsuki is... just upset."
"But why?" Kaji asked, pissing Tsuki off that he was attempting to pick the topic but not asking him directly.
"Because... I'm not going to tell you."
"But Vidka!"
"No buts!"
Thank you, Vidka. At least you understand my position right now. To tell the truth, Tsuki was, indeed, heart-broken. The person he was curious about when he was a child, the person who stole his heart using her innocence, the person who turned into the shinigami "Keiko", was reverting back to the person she was before.
Over the past few weeks of solitude and piles of files and papers, Tsuki learned that at his spare time, he could just check up on them using the orb. He, however mad he was, was always sighing when the two people he was loved were getting closer by the minute. It angered him to the point of popping like a balloon but... why did he feel a lighter jealously than usual?
When Keiko was snatched around by men, he would light up, turning into a blazing fire but only cooled down when Keiko was around him. With her around Ren, he would calm down and he wouldn't even feel like oil was poured on him. If there was oil and if someone did put fire on him to spread his anger, he probably wouldn't light up at all.
Was it because Ren was Kuon, his twin brother? Or was he getting soft?
Looking out the window, he saw the sun setting. As much as he hated the colour pink, he liked it when it was in the sky. The clouds would dance and blend their whiteness with the fiery red of the setting sun, making pink. It was beautiful, like when Keiko blushes...
Tsuki sighed as he thought of it, sending a breath of air out. He shivered as he wondered what Keiko was doing but paused as his hand hovered over the orb. Did he really want to see?
No, he didn't.
He sighed again as he straightened the files by tapping the ends to the table. He knew how when you sucked a human's soul, you see their memories and they begin to embedded them in your brain. After many blood-wasting years, he finally was able to get rid of his headaches. Only because he hated taking pills that Vidka would give him.
"Tsuki, take these files and type down the names so we can get them back if we lose them," Vidka ordered.
"Fine..." he took the file and stared at the screen.
"Well?"
"How do you use it?"
Vidka slapped her forehead. What? It wasn't his fault that he didn't know how to use a computer!
"What? You're acting like I should know how to do it!" Tsuki complained.
"That's because you should! They don't call it the "Computer Age" for nothing!" Vidka went over to his monitor, turned it on, and began typing the password. "Seriously, I thought your time with your victims would have helped you learn technology by now."
"Well, I keep breaking them..."
"Stop doing that, then!"
"Can't help it. I hate so many people..."
"UGH!" Vidka groaned loudly as she typed the names that he was suppose to do. Her fingers were graceful and seemed to fly on the keyboard, not missing a letter or misspelling anyone's name. Instead of typing, she almost looked like she was playing a piano that only went "Tip tap, tip tap".
Tsuki looked around the room, scanning the area, and saw that Kaji had left. The door was open though... Rapidly, he flew and shut the door and locked it. Throwing the key across the room, he sighed as he fell onto the floor.
Vidka laughed at this. "You needed to talk to me about Keiko?" she asked over her shoulder.
Tsuki nodded slowly.
"Well, I guess I could stop for a couple of minutes then be given more work than I usually have to," she said sarcastically.
"Really, you would?"
"NO!" She swirled the chair around and glared at him, boring her eyes into his skin. "Do you think I want to do that?" Then, she swirled back and typed quickly on the keyboard. "Just talk and I'll do your work."
"Thanks?" He rolled a leather chair next to her and plomped down. Inhaling and exhaling, he breathed as he asked, "What do you think is going to happen to Keiko?"
"What? Are you asking since she drank the soul of someone she knew when she was..." She looked around, "Kyoko?"
"Yeah... I'm worried of what might happen to her and how she-"
"You are worried she might die, don't you?"
As abrupt as that might be, Tsuki nodded, agreeing. "Shinigamis are humans that committed suicide. If they suddenly remember their previous life, they might find out why they killed themselves and do it again. But... for Kyoko, that isn't the case. She willingly became a shinigami after she lost her memories."
"Yeah, yeah." Tapping the keyboard, she clucked her tongue. "I think it was really stupid of you to take a human through the Gateway of Heaven. It's a 50/50 chance that they would turn into a shinigami after that. You're lucky that you found her on the street and-"
"I get it, I get it," Tsuki sighed. "I was lucky. A little more time and she would have..." he gulped, "disappeared."
"You're thinking too much about it, but aren't you worried that you might no longer be in her heart anymore? You might not be able to have a piece of her heart."
Typing still, she was surprised when she heard silence. When she turned, she saw Tsuki's smile brightening up the room.
"You know, she isn't an object that you can just keep and claim as your own. Her heart belongs to everyone. Whether she will let someone else have the feeling that is only meant for one person, it isn't my concern."
Surprised at his maturity, Vidka stopped and went to him. She ruffled his ears and sighed. "So you're giving up because he's your brother?"
Tsuki grinned. "No, I'm giving up since he showed me his love for her is greater than mine."
Note: To the people who actually have the last name Lee or writes it in a different way, I am not trying to offend you. I'm just saying that if you saw a lot of the same name on a sheet till it turned into a more thicker book than the encyclopedia itself, then you would want to throw it out, right? (I know I would.)