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Chapter Eight: Revelation

By: Asura Mori

Those feelings have come back again, the overwhelming feelings of despair and the fluttering of hope that threatens to take flight. Kiyotaka, alive? Is it really possible? Or is this another ploy of Kanone's to make me ache inside with regret? What should I do, say? Ayumu... what about him? What should I do...?

"W-who is this...?" I ask again, my voice wavering. There was no way. He was dead, killed by Kanone personally... right...? "It's me." the voice states, kind of annoyed, "Kiyotaka. How many times do I have to repeat myself, Eyes?" I almost take a step backwards and drop the phone, but Ayumu is watching and I dare not. "You have the wrong number." I state as calmly as possible before hanging up the phone. I turn to find Ayumu staring at me, his eyes hard. "Who was that?" he asked, his voice falsely calm. "It was a wrong number." I state, ignoring the bead of sweat that had formed on my brow. He looked at me for a few seconds, knowing I was lying to him, then turned away. "I gotta go." he said stiffly, his back to me, "Homework, you know."

I nodded, though I actually wouldn't know. It had been a long time since I'd had homework, what with my leaving the country all the time. He nodded again and grabbed his coat, ignoring me completely. I watched him go, but didn't dare try and stop him. For the second time that day, I had angered him. Now I had to give him time to calm down. But what was I supposed to tell him? I sank heavily into a nearby chair, trying hard to figure out today's events. Kiyotaka, suddenly risen from the dead, had called me. What was I supposed to do?

The phone started ringing again and I continued to sit in the chair, only staring at it. I decided to let the answering machine get it. The funny part was, it wasn't even Kiyotaka this time, although I wasn't even sure if the person had even been Kiyotaka. This time is was Rio, asking if she could come over. I smiled slightly, letting the breath I'd been holding out, glad that it had just been Rio. After that, the phone only rang once, a call from Ryoko asking if I knew where Kousuke was, then stayed silent the rest of the night, leaving me in silent bliss.

The next morning I rolled off of my bed slowly, my limbs stiff. Sitting up, I reached over to the counter besides my bed and searched for my cell. When I didn't find it, I slowly opened my eyes to look around again, but I still couldn't find it. I immediately reached under my pillow and took out my gun. I hadn't lived this long just to get killed, and I knew a fishy situation when I saw one. Getting up, I didn't really care that I was only dressed in tight-fitting jeans, until I remembered the situation with Kanone. But there was no way that Kanone was out of the hospital just yet. The bullet wound had been too close to his heart.

Slowly ticking off people that it couldn't be in the back of my head, I reached over into my closet and grabbed a shirt. I didn't really care what shirt it was, as long as it gave me some protection against possible rapists. When that was done, I started over to the door leading into the hallway, noticing somewhere in the back of my mind that the door was slightly ajar. Red lights flashed in my head as I slowly pulled the door open, trying hard not to let it creak. I shouldn't have worried though. The door didn't even make a sound as I opened it and proceeded into the hallway.

The first thing I noticed as I walked down the hallway was that it was too quiet. The second thing I noticed, and I admit that this was a bit off-topic, was that it was the perfect scene in a horror movie (like Resident Evil) where some sort of monster would just pop up, either behind you or in front of you. I shook this thought off, more worried about possible intruders. Although by this time, I was pretty sure I wasn't alone in the house. The next door slowly came into view, and this one was also slightly open. Poking my gun through first, I darted a quick glance about the room, but found nothing to ease my suspicions. The room was empty, which didn't really help my nerves. Again, I slowly exited, aware that this could be a possible trap. But still, nothing happened. That's when I noticed my cell sitting on the kitchen counter. Looking around, I went over to the phone with caution, fully expecting someone to jump out and club me with something. Again, nothing happened.

Without even lowering the gun, I made my way over to the counter and glanced about the kitchen. No one was there. I slightly lowered the gun, though I still looked around. Reaching over, I picked up my cell phone, my eyes fixated on the area in front of me. There was no way anyone could be behind me, because there was no good hiding places in the kitchen and my back was to a wall. I glanced down at my cell with little thought and saw that I had a text message. My heart stopped and my mouth grew dry as I slowly opened my phone. A message popped up on screen, again telling me that I had a new message. Hands trembling, I slipped my hand over the receive button and clicked.

I let the phone drop with an audible click and slouched against the wall, letting my hand slip over my mouth. The picture I'd been sent stared back at me, mocking me with its grotesque image. I stared at it, tears filling my eyes and dry gasps racking my chest. A strangled cry forced its way out of my chest, causing even more tears to form in my eyes. I could hear my phone ringing in the living room, but couldn't make myself get up. I could only continue to stare at the picture on my phone and the message sent with it. It was a picture of Rio, although barely recognizable. Her right eye was black and blue, so swollen that her eye seemed to be closed. Her grey hair hung in rivlets down her back, where burn and knife marks scored her body. And her legs... oh god, her legs. Bruises lined the entire inside of her thighs, suggesting that she had been brutally raped. And at the bottom of the picture, it read: Don't you wish you'd let her come over last night?

Staring at this broken mirror,

You try to make sense of life.

But those missing shards

Hold all the secrets left behind.

To be continued...

A.M.- Wow, I didn't really plan that... The screwed up part is that I don't even know where I'm going with this story, so I keep improvising. Hehe, I wonder where I'll be going with this, now that I've brought in Kiyotaka and hinted at another party. Oh well. Hey, I hope this caught your guys' attention and I hope to keep it that way. REVIEW PLEASE!