Chapter 6

Chapter 6

A Chapter by Kakuzu (or so they call me)
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*hehehe* six is the start of 666, but i don't think there will be that many chapters

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I woke up slowly; did I really hear what I thought I heard last night? Turned over from my back to look at the clock it said that it was almost eight o�clock, but it was still dark outside. I turned my head to look out the window and saw the reason for it being so dark. There were pitch black storm clouds overhead. I groaned and lay back on my back when I realized there was a soft breathing on the back on my neck. I turned the other way to find Jasper lying next to me.
�What you doing over there?�
�Who me?� he acted like I accused him of an awful crime, I rolled my eyes.
�No, I was talking to the door how dare he be over there acting so door like.�
He chuckled, �I was just thinking about you and since I had nothing else to do I came here.�
�Where is Akumamaru?�
�Not here I suppose.�
There was a long silence as I continued to try to wake up. I gathered enough strength to push myself up to a sitting position leaning on my arms; he adjusted himself so his head lay on my lap. He closed his eyes and hummed to himself.
�Jasper?� I asked slowly, wondering if I should ask about the conversation last night, for it might have been a dream.
�Hmm?� he opened his eyes and looked up at me.
�Did that conversation happen last night?�
�Which one?�
�The one about the necklace I wear and how about how I got here and stuff�� My sentence faded off.
�Yes? What about it?� I was shocked he didn�t look surprised at all that I heard them talking late in the night. He seemed to see my thoughts written on my face as he chuckled again and answered my unasked question. �Alice, you were so close to me that I could feel your heart beating and I�ve been with you long enough to know when you�re asleep and when you�re not.�
�I don�t get it.�
�Alice, humans� hearts beat slower when they are asleep.�
I tried to act unsurprised like I knew that already and progressed, �Is it true? The conversation I mean.�
        �Every word of it.�
�Why didn�t you ever tell me?!�
�Because you never asked.�
I scoffed, �Like you would have told me the true whole answer if I asked��
�Alice, I will never lie to you. Whatever question you ask I will answer it truthfully.�
�Fine then, where are we?� I asked accusingly
He sat up and then stood up and looked out the window, �Why are you being difficult, you know I can�t answer that question.�
My voice softened, �you said �whatever question��
He turned around and came to sit on the bed next to me again,� I think that�s one reason I like you so much; you remind me of her.� He stroked my face.
�Her who?�
�Akumamaru�s mother�� he put his hand down and gazed out into the distance.
�What happened to her?�
He smiled, �Now that�s a question I can answer, but first why don�t we have you get dressed and down stairs for breakfast.�
I got dressed and met jasper in the kitchen, which I loved. It had this black white theme going on, even the counters. It looked like a professional kitchen with pots and pans hanging overhead, tall enough though so you could walk under them without banging your head. The giant counter that lay in the middle was my favorite part. I pulled myself up onto it.
�Where is John?� I asked.
�He�s outside working in the gardens with the dogs. He said in his note I could bother him with whatever I needed, but I figured making you breakfast is something I could handle.�
The gardens another spot I loved. The gardens lay on the south side; the same side as the front entrance of the building. In fact they lay on both sides of the drive-way that led up to the house. They were filled with all sorts of flowers and fountains. There were stone paths weaving in and out and in the middle there was an enclosed stone pavilion with glass walls and a hot tub.
�So what do you want to eat?�
I got up to start the coffee machine. I have yet to live a day without at least one cup of coffee, I like a straight black. None of this sugar/creamer crap they like to put in it.
�I�ll just have some toast,� I answered his question and hopped back up on the counter he came over and stood by me with his hand around my waist after he put some bread into the toaster. I put my arm around his shoulder as his head rested against me. �Now what happened to Akumamaru�s mom?�
�Well, first she had him. We were both delighted for at that time it was a gift if you had sons for daughters were looked down upon. I had to go to London for business, you see, I was a market man. I would buy crops from farmers cheap and then hired people to sell them for higher prices. I made a ridiculous amount of money for the era that I lived in.
I went to London and went out drinking late at night because I just closed a deal and was celebrating. People told me that it was dangerous in London at night, but I didn�t listen. I was cornered by three of�.them. They would have killed me if the police hadn�t shown up and they fled. The police were glad that I wasn�t hurt because to the outside person all it looked like I had were two cuts to the neck.
I knew I was different though. By the end of the month when I went home I realized what happened and what I had become. I went home shamed, I told her what happened and as much I said told her I loved her and that nothing would change she didn�t believe me.
We raised Akumamaru as best we could, but he eventually found out. He wanted to become one too, but I told him no. He thought he knew better so he himself ran away to London. My wife blamed me for his flight and left me. I knew that it would happen eventually though for she would grow old and I would forever stay the same.
She told her family that it was I who left her and I allowed it. Akumamaru returned home 50 years later for his mother�s funeral and I saw him�.18 forever. We went to the funeral as strangers; we both realized we couldn�t claim to me her ex-husband and son. We were, too young, too beautiful, and too dark to be related to her.
I took up killing only a few months after she died, and than I met you a long time after that.�
The coffee finished coiling and the toast had popped up long ago. He buttered the toast and I poured a cup of coffee. I sat back up on the counter and munched the toast thoughtfully when Akumamaru burst into the room wet and muddy.
�You should see the storm outside! It�s the biggest one I�ve seen since hurricane Katarina!�
�Are the dogs inside? Are we going to have a hurricane?!�
Jasper sighed and shook his head, �No, were not he�s just exenterating. The storm hasn�t started yet, he was just playing in the water sprinkler. Now don�t move or else you�re going to get mud and water over everything. Let me go get you a towel.�
Akumamaru frowned and stuck his tongue out at him as he left, �Fine go ruin my fun and be a mister party pooper pants.� He looked at me, �Scared ya didn� I?�
I looked away trying to look indifferent, �No, who would be scared by that silly little hoax.�
�Whatever just keep telling yourself that. So,� he walked over and put a muddy elbow on my leg,� What were you and mister party pooper pants talking about.�
I pushed his hand off me, �Ew, don�t touch me. He was just telling me a story.�
��Bout what?�
�Your mom.�
�Did he tell you?� he tried to look mysterious.
�Tell me what?�
�Maybe I shouldn�t tell you, but she��
Just then Jasper walked in and threw a towel at Akumamaru�s face.
�Dry yourself off, you�re creating a lake in the middle of the kitchen.�
�she what?�
�Na, I shouldn�t tell you it�ll give you nightmares,� he tried to avoid the subject.
Jasper frowned, �You�re not trying to tell her those silly stories you made up about how she was a vampire, faked her death, and is out to get me.�
�No, no, no, no, no. Why do I do such a thing as that.� Akumamaru denied. Boy was he a bad liar. Especially since when Jasper looked away he winked at me and mouthed, �it�s true.� I just rolled my eyes.
The three of us had a descent time talking and such in the kitchen. John came inside and shooed us out of the kitchen so we moved to the living room. The guys decided that they wanted to watch the game. They may be vampires, but I guess they still have enough testosterone in them to want to watch a football game. I told them I�d go upstairs and take a shower.
I took my cold shower and put some clothes on and walked into my bedroom. I looked out the window. Rain was coming down faster and faster, it looked like the storm was coming up. I closed the curtain and turned on the light. I sat on my bed as I combed my wet hair out.
I still wondered why Akumamaru was here. This was his third day here, and it didn�t seem like he was doing anything. I yawned, rain made me tired. I looked at the clock and it said it was 2 in the afternoon. I went to the kitchen and had a lunch of soup that john had made earlier today.
I walked into the living room to see Akumamaru still watching the game. The dogs lay at his feet and they looked up at me when I came in and wagged their tails.
�Where is Jasper?� I asked
He just looked at me and opened his mouth to say something when jasper came behind me and picked me up.
�He went out for a minute.� Akumamaru told me grinning.
Jasper carried me to the couch and set me on his lap. I shivered; being in such close contact with him after taking a cold shower was not on my list of top ten things to do. He reached out and grabbed a blanket and put in over me. The three of us watched TV for the rest of the day in silence. At around 8:30 I told everyone that I was tired and going to bed early.
�Okay, good-night,� Akumamaru waved me off.
I started to stand up. �I don�t think so,� Jasper told me playfully as he picked me up and started to carry me upstairs.
�No, no, I can�t walk up the stairs myself.�
He frowned, �you sure?�
�Yes, now�.put...me�down.� I wiggled until he put me down.
�Fine, good-night,� he gently kissed me on the cheek and walked away.
I didn�t go to bed. I went up stairs walked through the library to the door next to the fireplace. I reached into the back of the off fireplace and found the key I was looking for. This was the one room Jasper never went into. I unlocked the door and pocketed the key and walked in. This was my rebel room. The walls were painted bright red with black trimming. In the room was a drum set, an electric guitar, an acoustic guitar, a bass guitar, an electric piano and every game system and game known to man. There was a couple of bean bags and a single worn couch for furniture. I closed the door behind me and picked up the acoustic and started to play it.
I don�t know how long I was in there, maybe a half hour maybe two when the door creaked open. I panicked what if Jasper found out what was in here he would freak. Then Akumamaru peeked his head in.
�What�s in�.oh,� he made an O� with his mouth, �You�re more of a rebel than I thought.�
�Yes, well,� I blushed.
He walked over to the piano and started to play a familiar tune. I couldn�t place it until he started over and sang the lyrics�
�Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman. From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed. I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it. Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...� he looked at me I walked over to the drums and played the beat and sang the second stanza�. �Please, leave all overcoats, canes and top hats with the doorman. From that moment you'll be out of place and underdressed.
I'm wrecking this evening already and loving every minute of it. Ruining this banquet for the mildly inspiring and...�
Than together in silence we sang the continuing line, �When you're in black slacks with accentuating, off-white, pinstripes. Whoa, everything goes according to plan.�
We laughed.
�I didn�t know you played.� He pointed out.
�I didn�t know that anyone else listened to Panic! At the Disco. Let alone could play and sing.�
We played and sang for the rest of the night. I guess you would call that night the night when we officially became friends. Ever after that we were peas in a pod.


© 2008 Kakuzu (or so they call me)


Author's Note

Kakuzu (or so they call me)
still working with paragraphs i'm sorry to say that it might never be fixed. Ooooh! it's like something from the twilight zone *dodododododododo*

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I'm 15 and want to be an author when i grow up, so i'm giving it a go. I do dance, panio, flute, guitar, karkate and socializing! i hate preps. i'm a punk (but some call me goth) more..

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