Chapter 7 - Black Afternoon
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profit. It is merely for my amusement.
Finally. The last chapter. o.o; Thanks to all for the many reviews and
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story or two on it. Then again, this is my wishful thinking. Ahem. On
to the (sucky) last chapter of White Moon~! :D
It was late afternoon the following day when Amidamaru rushed into
Yoh and Manta's hotel room. He looked nervous, even in his Spirit Ball
form. He looked around and saw Yoh sleeping on the bed. Across from
him, Manta looked up from his book.
"Amidamaru? What is it?"
Amidamaru transformed into his human spirit self. He glided over to
Manta easily. "I found him!"
Manta jumped to his feet. "Found Faust? Where is he?" He had not
seen Faust in a while. Last time he had seen the German was when he
was...
Yoh snored. Amidamaru shifted his eyes to his master and then back
to Manta. "He is... with Hao."
Faust lazily lifted his eyes to view Hao's face. Hao was asleep
next to him. The doctor shook his head and smiled softly as he climbed
out of bed and dressed. He then wandered over to a mirror and began
looking at himself. He touched his lips and pulled down the skin under
his eyes. He looked alert and different.
"Is this what it feels like to be alive?" he quietly asked himself.
He was happy. "I wish my beautiful Eliza co-..."
Eliza. His wife. God, was that not the reason he was here in the
first place? And here he was with the enemy, enjoying himself. Guilt
rushed through his veins and he fell to his knees, clutching his head
in dismay. "Eliza, Eliza. I have failed you," he sobbed. The irony of
it all. Faust told himself he loved Eliza over and over again.
But his thoughts drifted back towards Hao.
What had this boy done to him? Faust's heart thumped faster and
faster. He was still a wreck even if he had slept. He was a married
man! Faust would give the world to his beloved if he could, and then
Hao entered the picture. Hao messed up everything.
Faust discontinued his sobs and turned his face to the bed, anger
welling up inside of him. His eyes burned holes through the sleeping
Hao's head. Faust rose to his feet, reaching for a scalpel in his coat.
He would kill Hao. Destroy that who destroyed everything...
Now he loomed over Hao, scalpel raised over the boy's heart. "Die!"
yelled Faust as he brought the scalpel down.
And then he was frozen. He could not move. Hao opened his eyes and
smirked. "Kill me? So I could be just like your wife?"
Faust was shocked. He stared ahead of him. His mind raced. If he
killed Hao, who was to say Hao's death would not haunt him like
Eliza's? Faust would feel guilty using death, the thing he despised
most in the world, against this Hao. This Hao who he was starting to
care for, even. He dropped the scalpel and crumbled to the floor in a
heap, still staring into oblivion.
Hao stayed in bed and grinned rather peacefully at Faust. "She is
dead. She will never be alive again. You cannot conquer death."
"No..."
"Some things happen for a reason."
Suddenly, Eliza's bones appeared in front of Faust. Faust directed
his gaze upon them and then grabbed them up in an odd sort of hug.
"Eliza..."
Hao turned over on his side, back to the man. "Take her and leave.
Your friends are looking for you." Faust stayed still. "There is
nothing I can do. I can't help her."
The anger in Faust boiled up again. "You said you could!"
"I say a lot of things."
"You lied to me!"
"I was using you." Hao closed his eyes. He heard Faust begin to
sob. For some reason, he wanted to cry too, but he told himself that he
would not. Hao would never cry. He heard Faust leave and slam the door.
A sad smile crossed over his face. "Stupid fool. What has he done to
me?"
And it must have been a raindrop that fell onto the sheets.
"Faust's back!"
Manta never thought he would be so happy to see that man who almost
took his life. He smiled hugely and leapt over to the doctor.
Faust stared down at Manta and kneeled in front of him. Manta
gasped when he saw Faust's face filled with color. Faust smiled softly
and pet Manta on the head. "Did I worry you?"
"Yeah," Manta whispered. He was rather surprised that Faust was
still so calm. "Faust, why were you helping Hao?"
The smile on Faust faded and he laughed. It was a grim laugh, the
kind that sent shivers down Manta's spine. "There were many reasons,"
he said bitterly. "Why don't you take your pick?"
Faust then stood up and walked off to the graveyard.
Fin
