Title: The darkest Grip
Chapters: 2/?
Chapter Title: "Crash? Nightmare Channel!"
Genre: magic, mystery, humor
Characters: Zaikyo, Nightmare, the GazettE, the Elements, Dir en Grey, plenty more...
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: violence, cursing, mild pervertion
Synopsis: A lie is not always told with bad intentions. But a lie with good intentions does not always bring a happy outcome. Sometimes, you're just too late to fix what you've done...
Disclaimer: I own the story only
Comments: Ok so I LOVE naming my chapters. And for this chapter I went with the title of one of my Nightmare's songs "Crash? Nightmare Channel!" I think it really fits. And for the "it" that we keep mentioning, it's the charm that Zaikyo wears sometimes. If she was wearing it, she'd be able to see right through their scheam. It came in in the first book I think and it's a silver ring with a big clear gem at the top. It's designed to balance Zaikyo's emotions so she is completely unaware of the emotions around her. Unfortunatly, it also stops her from having phsychic dreams so she doesn't ofter wear it to bed.
Another cough....A dreamy hum....
It was taring them up from the inside. The pain of listening to some of the last sounds they would ever hear her make. It was misurable. And yet, like a drug, they couldn't pull away from it. No matter how much they wanted to, they couldn't help but keep the silence that allowed those sounds to be heard. They couldn't help but strain their ears to listen to every movement, every heartbeat, ever breath... Because...they would never be able to enjoy those sounds for themselves again...
"Someone should go make sure she's ok," Hitsugi anounced as he stood up.
"No," Ruka said. "Don't.... Just....let her get up on her own."
Stunned, Hitsugi dropped back down on the couch. Ruka never wanted Zaikyo doing anything on her own. He was so protective. Once, they had been stranded in the middle of a desert and Ruka had carried her seventeen miles to the nearest gas station. Hearing this....from Ruka...would shock anyone...
"Ara?" The voice came from upstairs.
All eyes shot to the staircase and then like an alarm, a new fear found it's way into their minds.
Zaikyo....was an empath. Not a very skilled one, but an empath none the less. What if she caught on? Obviously, the guys couldn't hide their emotions internally. If Zaikyo caught on....
But there was still hope, right? There was a way that this could work.
But it was chancey. To be specific, that probability was fifty fifty and they all knew that to be just about the worst possible situation to be in.
Zaikyo was either wearing it, or not. Sure, she wore it often, but Zaikyo was a forgetful person when it came to herself and her own needs. That meant she wore it just about as much as didn't. Not a very good gamble.
Was she wearing it now? Had they seen it on her?
No one knew.
But that was it. Those were the terms. The chips were in the middle of the table.... and it was time to reveal their hands...
The sound of footsteps echoed from the third floor. Light and rythmical, they seemed to come closer and closer.
"Guys?" Zaikyo called. "Yomi-chan? Hitsu?"
No one answered.
"Saki? Ni-chan? Ruka? Are you down here?"
Still no answer.
Zaikyo made her way down the first flight of stairs, a little worried now. No responce was coming from the second floor.
"Minasan?"
Not a sound.
Zaikyo was heading for the one of the staircases leading to the ground floor when a disturbing feeling awakened inside her. She felt tired and a little sick. But at the moment, it didn't matter. She just wanted to find her boys.
Stumbling a little Zaikyo made it to the balcony overlooking the living room. In the middle of the vast space, she saw five figures slumping oddly on the furniture.
"Ah!" she exclaimed. "There you are!" Forgetting her bad feeling, Zaikyo smiled and skipped down the staircase, her long kimono trailing behind her.
The others watched her as her feet met with the soft carpet of the living room floor. Dressed in a gold and red robe, she fluttered across the room and plopped down on a couch next to Ruka. She looked a little tired and her blond hair was matted and slightly tangled. In her arms, she gripped a bear tightly. It was black with soft liquid-like eyes and a small furry nose. Around its' neck was a white lace scarf.
Mitsutonika. The present that Zaikyo had received the first day she had come to live with them. It was a little like the birthday of the Mansion. And the bear was the cake. Zaikyo got to be the one to name him. She had chosen "Mitsutonika" by using a character from each of her boy's names. She needed the doll like a child needed a night light. She wouldn't sleep without it. It was a symbol of the bond that held her and the others together. And through tough times, it seemed to hold her together as well.
The others couldn't help but stare at it. The thing that seemed to silently laugh in their faces. It knew.
It knew that they were about to lose her. It knew that she wouldn't be theirs anymore. And it knew that wherever Zaikyo went, she would take it with her. That thing wasn't going to lose anything. But they were.
But now was no time for jelousy. Now was the time for action. Emediantly, all eyes locked on Zaikyo's hands. They needed to make sure that she was wearing it before they made their move.
Zaikyo shifted, a little uncomfortable with the center attention. "Nani? Do I look that bad or something?" She curled her arms tighter around the bear, causing the sleeves of her kimono to cover her fingers completely.
'S**t,' Ni~ya thought. He and the others retracted their intense stares, obvious to their defeat.
Well now there was no way of telling wether they had a chance or not. It was like jumping into shark infested waters, unsure if the preditors were asleep or not.
Sakito knew this. And as a compulsive stratagist, this ruined his plans. But he was willing to chance it.
Zaikyo leaned on Ruka. "So what happened?"
"You," Hitsugi started hesitantly. "Were scatched by the fury earlier and passed out from infection. But.... you're ok now."
Zaikyo blinked. "Oh. I hope I didn't worry you guys."
To himself, Yomi grimanced bitterly. 'Yeah, that's an understatement.'
"M-kay... So what time is it now?"
"Six thirty," Ruka stated absent mindedly.
"Oh my gosh!" Zaikyo exclaimed, jumping to her feet. "I haven't started dinner yet!" She turned to the others. "What do you guys want? Chinese? Italian? American? Oh I guess I'll just go with Mexican. We haven't had it in a while and plus it's much easier to cook!"
In one of her random frenzies, Zaikyo shuffled quickly in the direction of the large entryway leading to the kitchen.
"Wait Zai!"
Zaikyo swirled around quickly to see Sakito standing before her. "What's that matter Saki-chan? Do you want me to make something else?"
Sakito took a deep breath. "No." He was going to have to do this. No matter how much it killed him inside, he was going to have to hurt her. If only to save her...
"Zaikyo..... go home." The words were firm and clear. If there was anyone who could put on a good show, it was Sakito.
Zaikyo cocked her head to the side. "Sakito-chan, we are home. Are you feeling ok?" She reached up and put her hand over his forehead.
Sakito sighed a hard sigh and took her wrist with his hand gentley. His eyes locked with hers in an attempt to be as clear as possible.
"No Zaikyo. Go home. To America. Where you belong." There was no backing down now. "You can't live here anymore. It's just too much trouble. We're always constantly having to save you from something and it's interfering with our career. You have to go home."
Now was Zaikyo's turn. Sakito was staring at her, waiting for some sort of reaction. For a moment, the only movement Zaikyo made was a constant blinking of her eyes. Then she cocked her head to the side again.
"Is that all?" She smiled. "Geez silly! Why didn't you just say so? Ok, I'll leave tomorrow!" She paused for a moment. "Oh crap! I've got so much packing to do if I wanna leave by tomorrow! I better get started right now!" Zaikyo looked past Sakito at the others. "Sorry sweeties. I'll have to order take-out because I wont have time to cook. But don't worry! I know all your favorites. Well, I better get upstairs. I've got so much to do! I've gotta pack and I need to go call my double and let her know that I'll be coming back."
She scurried to the staircase and then turned around. "I'm gonna be upstairs for a while but if you guys need me just call, kay?" She smiled and then skipped up the stairs, humming a familiar tune as she went. The song "Believe." They all knew it well...
Watching the tail of Zaikyo's brightly colored kimono disappear into the distance, Sakito's eyes met with the gleam of something small and shinny on her left hand. She had been wearing it the whole time.They had won.
Or had they truly?
Sakito dropped to his knees.
"What have we done?" he whispered.
Ruka came up behind him and placed his hand on Sakito's shoulder. "We just saved her life."
Zaikyo found herself almost to the point of running. Running as fast as she could to her room. Ignoring the noise that the others might hear. And ignoring the fact that she felt tired and weak. All she wanted to do was stop it from happening. Stop the heavy breathing. Stop her voice from faultering. And stop the warm streeks that were already running down her cheeks. She wasn't going to do it. She wouldn't allow it!
Inches from the door, Zaikyo gripped the nob and flung it open, allowing herself in and shutting it quickly.
She fell to the floor.
"Don't do it," she told herself. "Please don't do it." But despite her pleeding, Zaikyo couldn't stop the eruption of tears and sobs. Suddenly, everything was just pouring out. And she couldn't stop it.
"D****t!" she cried. Zaikyo never ever cursed. "Why wont I stop crying?! I had already said, that when they didn't want me anymore, I would leave... I shouldn't be crying. I'm so pathetic..."
But even so, the tears kept coming. And as Zaikyo laid there, she thanked God for the day they had decided to sound-proof the bedrooms.
7:29 p.m.
It had been almost an hour. Outside Zaikyo's window, a light rain had started. Zaikyo had laid there on her floor the whole time, trying to get over herself. Trying to get over the hurt.
But now she was done.
Sitting atop her large plush bed, Zaikyo held her cell phone tightly. To her, it resembled the knife that seemed to twist and turn and the wound in her chest. It was the thing that might as well contain bullets. But that didn't matter anymore. She knew this couldn't last forever.
Taking a deep breath and swallowing her feelings, Zaikyo dialed an often used number.
After a few rings, someone answered.
"Karina? Can you meet me at the airport?" She paused for a moment. "Yeah. I'm..... coming home."
Ara?- like huh or oh.
Minnasan-everyone, everybody
Nani?-what?
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