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Chapter 15: Red Flower

"Listen first! I mean it!"

Silent airs until the blond girl chirps into the white space. No one said; no one answered; no one opened their mouth. Just accompanied by a cool swish of space as well as aluminum equipment on a gloomy iron table. Xavier crossed paths, the student in light blue standing right behind him. Mizu and Jin flinch, no other teacher's response.

"He saved me! He's a good guy! If there's no her I--"

"Shut up!" The blond-haired young man's voice echoed like unceasing thunder.

The genie moved, the occupied seat rattled due to leg stomping. A pair of legs were dragged forcibly, slowly but surely he approached the girl with a face that was still reluctant to be seen. Seconds later, the dentum sol roars rhythmically along with the pace of the air. The emotionless face turned its head while the black eyes of the hermatite were all staring. Mizu precedes Jin's move.

"Sorry Apple."

"Why? Uh, Ah!"

Mizu cupped Apple's body against the wall, with no intention of taking off the clutches on the little girl's arm. Pulling the arm back, cross it with the foot that traces right on the wrist.

"It's for your own good, too." Mizu whispered as she reached into the girl's waist bag, picking up an ancient story book that read Story about "RED".

"Tu-wait! That's my book!"

"You, take Apple to his room." The student straightened up with a friendly smile, bent his hands on his forehead like a salute and obeyed the young Shikurai's word, "Take him on, don't get out."

He scratched his feet, clutching the increasingly struggling Apple. Very strong this student behind her sweet face, felt the stocky arms behind the clothes exceeding the dangling size.

"What's this?! What's the matter exactly?!" The blond girl's screams faintly as the student drags her away, away from the room.

Crisp laughter in the air. Not budging from the footing, Mizu turned around. Undauntedly clashing with the dark green-eyed youth in front of the increasingly devouring distance.

Jin carved an awkward smile and tilted his head. "Heee baby, why bother?" Friendly voice as usual, his signature soprano, but not. Indeed Jin is famous for having a cold-headed and loving child, but Mizu understands very well that something is wrong with her lover. At least until this young man calmed down, until the dark eyes were gone and his strange smile.

"At least we've got the book you mean, Jin."

...-ooO-i...

"Rest, young lady." His friendly tone did not contrast with his attitude.

After dragging her away from the room, the schoolgirl threw Apple right into her room and shut the door hard to a thud. Broken cries got the treatment even more, Jin snapped violently .. This girl really did not understand what happened. The distinctive shrill voice of a child in the air mingled with sobs.

Step limbung—kalang energy to support the body— because of dizziness hack head and pain in the left chest, the maker of blue eyes sky spewing more and more water. Tightness accumulates in the rib cavity, like something clogging the breathing. Apple opened its eyes, trying to get out of the fog of dreams. Leaning his body on a small bench, looking down at the horizon.

The sky scarring was like a deadly poison in contrast to lara the girl. Magenta clouds and flashes of thunder decorate the phenomenon. The droplet is shaded, but the droplet in the eye cracker is not. The clear water dripped from the tops of leaves even on Apple, hanging on its lashes. Not a sickle-laden arch will be happy on the lips, but vice versa when the rain subsides.

One chance encounter with the person he's been looking for all his life, ends in a worst nightmare. The condition of all people is effeminate; the feeling of their heart breaking; can they think straight? Don't know. He was convinced that the person he was defending was right. He who saves his night; accompanies him in the dark world; makes forgets the sunken night. Why would no one listen?

If Yukio had preferred to speak with the heart rather than the sword, it would not have been like this in the end. At least, he wanted to know why the young man had left. Why did he choose to appear now from so long ago? Is ... their feelings connected? Because Apple would love to meet him, even once, once. Just saying thank you is okay. Maybe ... He also felt this way so decided to come back? Or is he---

Prangs!

...-ooO-i...

The sun still doesn't glow behind the cumulus clouds, it's cloudy and it's not in their favor. Still in the same space; still with the same expression; they were speechless, at least not wanting to leave this place. Any minute .... Outside, the wind rippled carrying strands of leaves that dated from its host. Tossed for a moment before landing at a foreign point of God's work. The rain subsided but not with the lightning constantly churning.

Silence greeted Jin again until he spoke up, "Faraway, Apple never left his bag, right? Before the exam. You left me too, Mizu. Then I found this book."

The sentence that called his name, made the cold creep smooth; tickled his back; made goosebumps. Mizu did leave him in the nursery, but didn't want to ruin his sleep, did she? Somehow with the condition of Jin like this makes it scary. That is, if he was angry just as horrible as Yukio.

"Yes, when we sealed his memories. He slept, long enough ... and you kept watching him, worried right?" Hearing Mizu's words, Jin smiled with a sweet snort until the narrowed eyes formed a line. Stop Jin, it's scary, really.

"Yes, I'm worried about Apple. The first ten sheets of the book were very thick, the rest were thin and the sheets were many. For thick sheets, only sheets one and two have contents."

Without stalling Mizu spanned the book, opening it wide on the thighs of marble-like epidermis. The cat-eyed teacher leaned in, bent her face and tried hard to comb through each line of book writing in front to the point of sighing.

"Last, only sheets one and two that have illustrations. Now it has grown,” said Jin.

Quickly Mizu open another sheet until it reaches the thin sheet. "This .. was tear-faced."

"Tears?"

"When you write and cry, the ink will melt if you have tears, like this."

"Mizu." In the hand held her lover's flexible fingers, very soft as if afraid to hurt. "Why do you know? Did I ever ... make you cry?"

Mizu clucked at the gentle tone of the lover. Shame makes the tubers throb, a substitute for a pink tinge on the cheeks. Throwing face, it was obvious that the female Shikurai blushed. Basic, shy but willing. Jin chuckled lightly until his cheeks turned red. Ah, she's better. It's okay if this makes Jin calm.

"If it's different at least we have a key if this book explains the Hope, we can investigate it further. And this ... in Apple's memoir book? Maybe--"

Break the door open the ears. "Teacher!" The student's legs are now in the room. Sounded rushed, making the residents attracted forcibly from seriousness.

"Whatwhat? Relax, buddy." Xavier moved, approached the student and touched his arm which was shaking because his fist was too strong.

"Ad-there's a mysterious young man breaking into Light's room number thirty-nine! Now it's being held back by Esquire 2 disciples!"

"That's Apple's room."

"What?! Ck, has he got here? Evacuate all of Page and Esquire's students into the basement, send the teacher ...," Xavier's words disguised as he hurriedly left the room and pulled the student, followed by another teacher.

Mizu was shocked, she got up from sitting down until the ancient storybook fell down. The female clad in doll-typical clothes quickened her pace, following where the burly teacher had gone. Of course he has to be quick, the only Meister and Mizu have to protect the other students. Until he was unaware, the book opened on a very thick fourth sheet followed by a dazzling beam of light.

There was a young man curled up in the middle of a very dark place, there was not the slightest light. Behind the shadow was a smile, a wide and deadly smile. Below is written the text: "Hope is now lying, killing many people. On the first day he took a human life, he cried. Next day. And next. She was crying like a child. How much time passed when she cried? Her tears were now drying up, extinct already her heart and feelings. There was no desire to learn about him. Hope is thinking of returning to life like her old life. 'I wish I had never learned about this world, how easy would it be to live if I survived in the darkness, my empty thinking?' Hope goes out deciding to find a place, where she won't meet anyone and can be alone. How far does he walk? Hope continues to grow under these conditions. Soul, slowly die."

Very rowdy. The human voice so boisterously filled the hallway as well as their footsteps. Yet the Vermillion youth was still in the ward, alone. He picked up the book that was no longer glowing. His face seriously looked at the four-sheet that was open, then turned to look at Yukio's body on the mattress. He's not thinking about revenge, is he?

...-ooO-i...

In the night sky, the moon that shed tears wailed, drifting into dim dreams. I'll be waiting. But the more I think about you, the more my chest hurts. It makes me desperate, even if it sinks into the depths of the water. Please make my dream come true.

"I will live and come back to you." Even if I believe those words ....

I delivered an uncertain dream to the sky. For me who can't even lift a finger .. Please send me the seeds of red flowers. The moon is getting darker, the sun is rising. On this special morning, all the precious flowers bloomed. I keep thinking about you, just sad about you, just crying because of you. Hugging the beautiful red flowers. It should reach the end, even if it should sink to the depths of the water.

Cannot change ....

It is a word made of despair that no one listens to. Someone in your heart, where we want to live. For example, if the memory blooms in my heart again, then soon it turns into mist. If the dream melts into sadness and hatred, it will quietly flow and die. So, I'm gonna shed a different tear. These bodies, these flowers, all died in a pseudo-fire. Goodbye, I'll drown here now. And go to the constellation Lyra where we'll meet. The moon is getting darker, the sun is rising. The red flower you gave me fell.

Then the morning came.

Whatisthis? A second chance? Did my dream come true?

Imagining you in my mind, I fell asleep outside. All alone, all alone. So lonely, so pathetic. But I'm sure I'll always keep an eye on you. I'm going to put you into these words.

Oh myGod. Please listen to my desire .. again, and listen to my selfishness. I beg of you too. And ....

Sadness enveloped me, turning before long into a dear wish. Sadness swallowed me, before long I felt sorry for the stars above. I may not forget you, even though we're separated. No, you will not be forgotten, even if we part further.

While thinking about you, I fell asleep outside the window. It happened to me now, along with the others, just half dead. A sad word echoed and echoed. I curse destiny. Passing through those charming emotions, soon I will.

You don't become a lonely person and you might as well forget me and for me, it will be fine. As long as you can smile. For example, if I die. If I'm the pathetic one, be meaningless. I will go to the shining star, to the constellation Lyra. And maybe just waiting for your heart. You will not be a lonely person. It's just me. It's okay, as long as you can forget me. And you will forget me.

That's fine for me, that's fine. As long as you can smile.

Butno. I'm hurting you even more. Ah, I hurt you. That's grisly. Is this repeated? In the end, we just turn around, repeating the same events. Those things are starting to change. Ah, that's pretty scary for me. So I'm going out, let me end it again, in my own way, before I can't. Because, if I were to be torn apart-