As another reminder I am only continuing this story. Shelly cullen owns the plot and the chapters 1 through ten. I wont change her chapters or plot because they are amazing. Once I get to chapter 11 that is when I will write. Thank you XD
Shugo Chara
Hell's Lingering Kiss
ShellyCullen: Okay, so some questions have been asked about the story, which I cannot reveal now. So, sorry. :p
Ikuto: So…the chapter should start.
Shelly: Right! Character role mentioned later. Chapter two, begin!
Aio: Hehe. ShellyCullen does not own Shugo Chara.
Chapter Two:
Fear
Jesus, You know how scared I am sometimes, even when I hide it from those around me. Please take my fears, Lord. Sometimes they're all I have to give You. They don't seem like much of an offering-but here they are, Jesus. I'm putting them in Your hands. Amen.
I stared into those midnight blue shaded eyes for a moment. A dark depth crossed the very core and into the iris. It surprised me, how deep these eyes were, when most stood out flat. Maybe it just showed through the light.
My eyes refocused into the actual owner of those eyes. They shifted and took in the whole image of a boy. I honestly wished I hadn't looked at all.
The host, a teenage boy who couldn't be older than 17 at the least. His face was shaped into effortless perfection, his chin curving in a nice, refined way. With the locks of dark blue hair messy on his head, he rocked that new out-of-bed look. The skin tone was a peach color, just tints away from becoming pale. I noted his outfit, black pants and a black button down shirt. He OWNED the rebel look.
I released a quick breath, not even realizing I was holding one in. The boy questioned my reaction with a raised eyebrow, sending my cheeks to heat up slightly. I shook my head before my senses returned.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, narrowing my eyes and letting my back talk take control. The guy's expression didn't change at all, but his eyes looked more interested. As if I were amusing him. I glared at him fully.
"Hey, retard. Are you deaf or something? Get out." I demanded, annoyed by his silence. I swear, if any of the other girls sent him to torture me or something…
The boy stared again, except this time a dark, small smirk appeared on his smooth lips. His era had quickly been turned into something much more motional. Much more deadly. The look screamed for a dare. He was testing to see if I would take his challenge. My spine shivered.
I quickly looked away, my eyes darting over to the window. For some reason, staring at that strange had my mind in a mush. A headache was making its way through my skull as I took more even breaths.
I turned back and gasped. The boy had disappeared without a trace. No footsteps, movement of air. Not even the door gave its usual creak to acknowledge someone's presence.
Weird.
I commented, staring down at my sheet of paper. The pen still held in my grasp and the writing not even half done. I examined my fingers again before dropping the utensil. My fingers were light pink from gripping the pen so hard and stung with pain. I began rubbing the sore spots to sooth the pain.
The door opened again and my eyes widened. Ms. Oshinge frowned at me.
"I gave you no permission to stop. Keep going." She ordered, taking a seat back in her desk. I picked up the pen, which had conveniently rolled to the ground, and bent over. Taking a quick glance back out the window, I could see midnight blue eyes…and a longing stare.
::~0~::
"Ow." I retorted, flexing my aching fingers. The long day was over, and so was that torture of writing four pages of notes. How nice it was of Ms. Oshinge to give us an assignment of drawing a detailed picture of a famous musician we like. That really stressed out my hand.
I carried my backpack with my left hand, giving my right one a break from all the work. Geez, detention sure was hell. And Ms. Oshinge was the Queen of the Underworld.
I reminded myself of the dog food I needed to gather, rather than giving bits and pieces of Mom's cooking. Poor guy must be starving…If it even is a guy.
I entered the nearest pets shop and began browsing.
Dog food. Dog food. Dog food for the big dogs? Or do I get the regular? Is it supposed to make the dog's coat shiny?
I checked each can and scanned the labels. Which was I supposed to go for anyway? I never owned a dog before. It isn't easy doing this alone. I sighed in disappoint. Aren't I just great with animals.
"Hey, need some help?" A voice asked, holding some dog toys in his arms. I stared at the guy. He was kind of beautiful in a way. With long, purple hair and yellow striking eyes. He wore jeans and a blue and white jacket. I nodded, slowly.
He put the objects down and gently grabbed the can that I held. "Great for dogs of medium size. The food ingredients gives a healthier and shiner coat for your dog." He over looked the can and smiled at me. "What kind of dog do you have?" He questioned.
"A, um…golden retriever?" I stated as a question. He laughed, giving the room a bright feeling.
"You don't know?" He teased, making me blush slightly. I looked down.
"It, um, has a longish blonde coat? And brown eyes and long wagging tail." I described the animal as best I could without looking stupid again. He nodded, understanding.
"I see. First pet?" He asked, staring at a few more cans of dog food. I nodded, and then shook my head. He gave a small smile. "You really aren't good at making up your mind, are you?"
I sighed. "Well, it's not my dog. It's a stray from outside. He…or at least, I think it's a he, got to my room somehow from my balcony. And then I started with flyers and signs at the park for the owner…" I stopped short, shaking my head. "I'm confusing you, aren't I?" I asked, feeling wary from all the unconnected sentences.
His smile widened. "No, not at all. It's kind of nice to speak to someone new and different," He handed me a can I hadn't noticed he even grabbed. "I wish you the best of luck with finding the owners. Perhaps I can have a look at that little fellow to see the gender." He joked, and I couldn't help, but crack a smile. I felt safe and happy around him.
"Okay. I'm Amu, by the way. I'll come again when I need an employees help, which will happen again." He bowed to me in respect as I flushed a little.
"Nagihiko. And I'm not an employee, Amu." He smiled kindly and began walking off.
"Why did you help me then?" I asked before he was too far off. He gazed at me over the shoulder for a moment and shrugged. "Goods deeds always pay off, you know?"
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I came home with a lifted expression. It's been a while since I came home feeling something other than misery and Ms. Oshinge's wrath. I felt…good.
"Amu?" Mom called, staring at me curiously with her cleaned glasses. "Everything…alright?" She asked as Ami just gaped at me. I nodded, holding the grocery bag tight and running up to my room. I opened the door and opened the bathroom door. The dog immediately stood and wagged its tail. I smiled and grabbed a small, plastic dish and placing the food in.
The dog stared down at it and looked back at me. "Well? Eat up." I stated, heading back to my room and finishing my homework for the day.
I looked over the long term project. I felt good today, but I didn't think it was good enough for a song. I sighed and put the sheet away, staring up at the ceiling. Those horrible images were due to come soon, as I held unto that last shred of happiness.
The mere mention of it had it fading away into my memory. And the dark past seeped through the image.
I don't know when, but after that horrible grief and pain swallowing down I was able to see the time. It was already midnight and the sky darken without a single star. I let out a quivering breath and showered, making my way to the bedroom. Not even in my dreams, could I hide.
::~0~::
Sunshine broke from the surface of my fears, the bright light washing over every part of my body. I sat up, the motion so fast and light I barely felt movement. I examined the surroundings, bewildered as to what happened.
I wasn't in my single apartment, or with my boyfriend Keo. I wasn't even in Tokyo anymore, I was sure.
Instead, I lay in a long meadow, the field of wheat blowing in the calming breeze. The sun's rays felt relaxing as I took them in, my body aching for the very light to enrich me. The air was strangely warm and comfortable in a way I didn't understand. The sky's blue seemed painted, along with the white puffs of clouds hanging in them.
What was…this place?
I reopened my eyes to see a haze of white. I recognized this as my ceiling. That dream, so familiar and different. It was nice and comforting unlike the nightmares awaiting me through these three weeks.
The fantasy began to slip away, until all I remembered where the vivid colors of the sky and wheat. It truly was magical, to be in a place like that.
I began to get ready for another day of school, slipping on my usual uniform and walking toward the regular front doors. I got to my classroom to find the students in a frenzy of chatting and whispering. As always, Ms. Oshinge glared at my late arrival.
"Hinamori. If you would kindly take a seat and be on time. No need for anymore tardies." I walked to my desk and put my things together, staring at the chalkboard. Sensei stopped the gossiping girls.
"Students, before being interrupted," Ms. Oshinge looked pointedly at me. "I was explaining our new student arrival. Please be kind and accepting of Ms. Rima Mashiro."
The classroom became utter silence as a small, tiny girl stepped in. She skimped to the front of the class with a grace surrounding her. Her long, wavy dark blonde hair bounced each step and repositioned itself to fit nicely on her round face.
Her features, though rather childish, still held an older age to them. Her skin was a nice pale mixed with the tiniest bit of peach as her eyes glistened a golden yellow. Her eyes were far away, not staring at anything in particular. She gave off a respectful and quiet era.
The class fell in silence as the girls' eyes were bugging out of their skulls. The reaction had the room feeling awkward and strange, thickness running through. The teacher cleared her throat.
"Mashiro, please sit behind Saaya over there." The small girl bowed slightly to sensei and made her way to her desk. Saaya's teeth bared slightly, already disgusted with the girl. The other students, however, were still in shock.
"Now, beginning with lesson 3."
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I collected my stuff, hoping to slip out of class unnoticed. Sensei's grasp grabbed my arm and held me back. I sighed.
Caught.
I turned to her.
"Hinamori, second time. I believe you have study hall next, correct? Why don't you stay here and organize the books." It was a question, it was a command. My eyes strayed to the books, a huge mess of chaos as I rolled my eyes. Of course. "And Ms. Mashiro will help you out." Sensei added, leaving the room and closing the door. I walked up to the books and started separating the pile.
Mashiro came next to me, with a lightness of footsteps like no other and watched me place the books. She continued watching before becoming bored and staring up at my face. I felt myself sweat under her probing eyes. Halfway through I sighed and turned to her.
"What?" I demanded, a little harshly. Her expression didn't change. She continued gazing at me. "Do you need something? If you aren't even going to help me, just leave already." I retorted, sticking the books into the assigned shelves. She watched the action.
When I finally finished the bell rang and I gave a sigh of relief. I gave Mashiro one last look before heading out.
Her face…seemed in a trance.
Shelly: Hmm…seems like there's a little Nagihiko and Amu in here. I didn't really think that was going to happen…oh well. It makes the story more interesting, right? And please note that in Amu's dreams, ANYTHING can happen. So don't question it if its weird, just go with the flow. Amu is dreaming, after all.
Amu: You are so confusing.
Utau: I wasn't even in this chapter.
Kukai: Me neither.
Ikuto: At least I was…though I don't have much of an acting role.
Shelly: Hehe. Soon enough. So, reviews, comments, anything? Please, I'm waiting on them. Extra long reviews = long chappies and fluff! ;3