Reborn

Chapter 15

The picture: found it on Pinterest. 

Hi guys. So, happy 2020 first off. I hope everyone is enjoying the new year so far. It has been interesting from my side.

Anyway, next week, my new college semester is starting and that means I will be working very little on my stories. You know, I start to think when will be the day when I stop writing on this website. And part of me has a feeling that I will be on this site, writing this story, little by little. There may be a time that it's once a year or once every 3 months. I don't know but that's how I've been feeling. I know, for sure, that I want to finish this story before that happens.

So yeah. Sorry about that. I hope you enjoy.

Chapter 15

As Ichiru guides me by the pull of my hand, I look around at the area to identify where we are. We were heading towards the old night dorm entrance but, instead, he pulls me to the left side of the building. The moment we turned a corner, I witnessed a door I've never seen before opened. My eyes widen as the door seemed broken to the point of no repairs. There was no knob, the screws were rusted and bent, the color of the door was like the bricks of the building. This was a scene from a horror movie where you can hear the faint taps of feet getting softer and quieter every second. The stairs lead down to a dark path of nothing. The closer I got, the colder it became.

Who opened the door? Why was their brick door that father never told me about? Was he hiding something from me? Was Shizuka's body here the entire time?

Questions and doubt rise at me. Wishing to scream at something, someone, to give me the answers I crave. But one thing for sure, Ichiru was staring at my surprised expression and enjoying every minute of it.

"Something wrong, Meimei?"

He asked me with that teasing voice that was foreign to my ears. Never have I heard something so sadistic yet light because of the nickname. It seems that there is more to Ichiru than I can remember. He isn't what I read as Anastasia, but there are signs at times that prove he is the same one. Without me answering him, he pulled me down the dark path with no light. The sounds of whispering were still evident but our feet were louder than the voices. I couldn't hear anything the voices were trying to say. Then, I saw a light further down with the cold increasing to negatives. I stopped walking for Ichiru to stop as well. I felt his hand gripping tighter trying to pull me but I refused.

It felt like if I turned this corner, I would see her again. I would allow every emotion that I bottled up for 4 years to resurface. People can call her a monster. I have heard the words murder, disgusting, and evil when speaking about her. Yet, all I felt was a disappointment from her actions.

"Mei, we have to retrieve her."

Ichiru's voice was close to me with his arms wrapped around me tightly. In this cold atmosphere, it felt nice being warm in his hold. I shivered slightly moving closer towards his body heat. He seemed to finally understand because his arms were gone replaced with his coat.

"Funny isn't it? You took care of me every time I visited, and now I'm the one taking care of you."

His voice was light-hearted and the way he rubbed my head and touched my cold shoulders was gentle. This is what I mean by the gentle Ichiru from my past. As I look up at him, I can see behind the mask revealing those gentle lavender eyes.

"...As you said... It seems like she has thrown off her body..."

A voice from the corner spoke up after a few seconds of silence between us. This voice sounds rough and familiar that we slowly turned to the side seeing the side profiles of Akatsuki and Aidou. They were staring at Shizuka's sleeping body in ice. When I looked at Shizuka's sleeping body, all forms of emotions rise but I quickly looked away before the tears fall from my cheeks. Instead, I return my focus on the two vampires.