PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE! PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE!
CookieM: OKAY! I JUST GOT A TOTAL WAKE-UP CALL FROM A REVIEW! I think her name was tifa... I forgot...
BUT ANYWAYS! She/he said that she/he loves my fanfiction, but when do I get to the good parts? And I was all like... "HOLY SHIT! HE/SHE IS TOTALLY RIGHT! I MADE LIKE, 7 CHAPTERS AND NOTHING REALLY HAPPENED EXCEPT FOR THAT ELEVATOR INCIDENT!"
Soooo! I came up with an awesome way for Siri/Sophie to show her awesome Psychic Powers! And All I have to do is make a Month or two pass! So this chapter will not be the dating one!
Note: I'm soooooooooo sorry for taking to long! Was having Shitty writers block... You may kill me if you like! mentally though...
Fuuka... The jealous type...
[March 3, 2004]
Today is my mother's Birthday. I would've told her Happy Birthday, and sang the annoying tone loud in her ear. Then she would push me away while I help her make breakfast for the house. But, I'm not home. Instead, I'm here in the Kanto region of Japan. I'm not even fighting to get home, or to save anyone at that matter. No, I decided that dating my previous stalker and forgetting I even had to get home in the first place was the best idea...
I dropped so low to the point I don't even want to go home anymore. I'm having too much fun in this world that I don't even belong in.
Coffee dates with L were cut off due to his work. Although, I still speak with him frequently over the phone.
It's been three months since the Elevator Incident, and Lumiere still hasn't come back. I'm starting to worry now. Why hasn't he come back? Is he afraid of facing me after that day? Or does he just not want me to help him again? I tried to contact him through that mind connection thing we have, but he doesn't even answer me then. I sighed and rested my head on my desk and stared at Kotoro.
Yes. I changed her name to Kotoro. All this time, I thought Totoro was just a random neutered Guinea Pig, when in actuality, she was a female Guinea Pig who just so happened to be Pregnant! That's why she was so fat! My reaction was priceless at the Vet. So now, I am watching Kotoro, her son Guzzy, and her daughter, Fuzzy.
I laughed at the silly names, but soon stopped when my phone began to ring. I checked the caller I.D. and surprisingly, Elliot's name came up. Hesitantly, I picked up the phone.
"Hello...?"
"Hey babe. What's up?"
"Nothing really. Other than the fact that I found out my Guinea Pig is a chick," I said.
A chuckle was heard from across the line. "That's strange," he told me.
"I know! Friggin' critical!" I laughed at my reaction back then. There was a knock at my door and I turned to see who it was. Light, I although I didn't even give him permission to come inside my room, came in anyways with a scowl on his face. I raised and eye brow at him and told Elliot to hold on.
"Yes?" I asked him.
"Who are you talking to," he asked rather rudely. I gave an uncertain look, not sure if I should tell him it's Elliot or lie and say 'it's just Fuuka'. Lying seemed to make more sense.
"Its Fuuka," I lied through my teeth.
He didn't by it, because he snatched the phone away from me and put it to his ear. I stood up and tried to take it back, but he held my hands down.
"Who is this!?" Light practically barked into the phone. I looked at him in disbelief. Poor Elliot must be so confused.
Elliot probably revealed his identity, which was not a good thing. With the look on Light's face, if he were to see Elliot now, if he didn't already see him, his name would be in the Death Note in a split-second (because we all know Light Light writes his victims names with abnormal top notch handwriting speed...).
"Don't call this phone ever again. Got it?" And without another word, Light hung up the phone and threw it on my bed. I snatched my hands away from him and frowned. Who did he think he was? My Brother from another mother!?
Okay... That's a stupid question... Technically, he is that...
"That was unnecessary," I told him.
"That Stalker kid is bad news. He's been stalking you for months. I don't want you talking with-"
"YOU don't want me talking to him. Okay, yeah, sure. I'll do that", I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
"I'm serious, Siri. Stay away from him," he warned.
"Why should I lis-"
"He's a bad influence on you, Siri! He'll just get you into trouble you don't want to get into!"
"Who the hell are you?! My fucking father?! Bitch, you betta watch yo' fuckin' tongue! Who I hang wit is none of yo' business! So back. The Fuck. Up," I scream. Ghetto accent accompanying me. But that was a bad idea, because Light roughly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me to the wall. I yelped at the harsh sudden contact of the wall on my back.
"Ow! Light what the hell is your pro-"
"You listen to me, and you listen good," he started. And I instantly shut up. His eyes were a vicious blood red that probably pierced my soul with fear.
"Don't ever... Ever...! Speak to me. That way. Again. I won't allow you to see him. This is the last time I'm warning you..."
"And what the fuck are you gonna do about it...? You pussy...," I snarled at him. I grabbed his neck and drop kicked him to the floor. A trick my brother taught me in situations like this. As he fell to the floor, he grabbed my wrist causing me to fall with him. As soon as we both landed on impact, he flipped me on my back and pinned my wrist to the floor. I immediately aimed my foot for his crotch, and got the bitch square in the balls.
He let out a painful groan and loosened his grip on my wrist. I automatically ripped my hand away and pushed his with much force to the wall. I got up and ran out the room, leaving Light there in pain. Then I stopped and went back in the room to kick him, yet again, in the balls to by me some time. While Light laid crouched over on the floor, I ran to my closet and got my jacket and scarf. I got my I-pod off the desk, phone from the bed, kicked Light in the balls yet again, and left the house.
I might be 17 in this world, But dammit, I'm 15 in reality! There's no way in hell I'm getting raped by this Fictional Psycho bitch!
Within 30 minutes or so, I stood in front of Elliot's house, breathing heavily from running so much. I pulled out my phone and called him.
"Siri?"
"Yes! I escaped the horror," I yelled in the phone fretfully.
"Why do you sound like you're in front of my house?"
"I am in front of your house, Sherlock! I need you to walk with me..."
I heard lots of shuffling in the background, as if he was just getting out of bed.
"Yeah, sure. Just wait out there, okay? I'll be out in three," he answered.
"Okay."
I hung up the phone and leaned my head against the gate and closed my eyes. If only Lumiere was here... He would tell me what to do. But anyways, I waited and sure enough, Elliot was there walking past the front gate of his house. He took me in a warm embrace and I gladly accepted it.
"Hello," he greeted sweetly.
"Hello," I retorted. I took his hand and we walked towards the shopping area to grab some coffee. I made sure to tell him the uh... Incident . That happened earlier.
A few hours later, we were walking out the coffee shop. Elliot looked like he was gonna kick the living shit out of Light. We decided to take the long way home, since he needed a plan to get away with his so called, "murder."
"Okay so... I can... uhhh... You know what? Just call the freaking cops... Ain't nobody got time fo' dat!"
I laughed at his mimicking to my Ghetto accent. He sounded like those wannabe black, white people! xD It was just so weird! Having him around was awesome, and he helped me forget about Light's uh... pedophile attempt. We turned a corner (a rather dark corner...). Almost like an alley, but it was just a dimly lit narrow street. It kinda scared me...
Elliot must've sensed my comfortableness, because he held me closer. I smiled and was about to rest me head on his shoulder, when suddenly, a striking pain struck my head. Grabbing my throbbing head, I fell to my knees, trying to process the images in my head. I know what was happening.. I'm having a vision. And booooooooooy, it hurt like a bitch...
I was finally able to process the images in my head and my eyes widen in horror. I grabbed Elliot's hand and weakly and desperately tried to pull him back to the lighter main street that we once were before.
"Come on...! We have to-"
"What in the hell is that?!"
"Don't run..."
That voice was the only thing that was needed to keep me in my place. I slowly turned turned around, both me and Eliot's eyes filled with horror.
"L-Lumiere...," I whispered fretfully. "Please... I can-
"I can't believe you... I ask for your assistance..."
"Lumiere, please..."
"I did a terrible thing, and leave out of guilt...
"Lumiere."
"And I return... Only to find you Fooling around with this... Human...?!" He spat the word out with disgust. I flinched and looked up at the Shinigami before me... I felt so small, and stupid, and all types of retarded... I felt like such a child...
He didn't answer, and that was when I noticed that is now, blazing red eyes were fixed on Elliot. I looked between them, then quickly ran over the Elliot, realizing what Lumiere was thinking.
"Elliot. Elliot, We have to leave! Now!"
"..."
"Elliot...?"
"..."
"... Elliot...?"
Again, after no answer, Elliot suddenly collapsed to the ground. Unable to speak, tears streamed down my face.
... That was it... I wanted to go home...
[March 12, 2004; Poetry Entry #1]
From the Darkness of Shadows
An even darker shadow embarks
On a journey filled with Nightglows
Into the Light, Out of the Dark
An even darker shadow embarks
To the surface of the Earth
Into the Light, Out of the Dark
This journey is of worth
To the surface of the Earth
There, it finds light
This journey is of worth
It walks into the brightness of its sight
There, it finds light
On a journey filled with Nightglows
It walks into the brightness of its sight
From the Darkness of Shadows
Putting the journal away, I looked at my three Guinea Pigs. I smiled at them and blew them a kiss before getting into bed. It's been a week since Elliot's death. It was tragic for his family but... I didn't take at hard as I thought I would. It did affect me though. For instance, I know for damn sure that I want to go home now. Just get this over with and go back to being 15 and not... 18 or whatever.
I've become more selfish and quiet. I don't talk to anyone anymore (except Fuuka, of course). I'm reeeeeeeeeally awkward and less perverted. I guess those are good things... The only thing that matters now, is that I have to get my black ass home.
Simple as that.
FINALLY! HOLY MOTHER OD FUCK! I FINALLY FUCKING DID IT! I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY! OTHER THAN I AM SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO SORRY FOR LEAVING SO LONG! HALF-LEMON MAY OCCUR IN THE NEXT CHAPTER, SO BE ON THE LOOK OUT!
NINJA TURTLES ARE FUCKING AWESOME!