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Disclaimer-I do not own Gosick. Nor would I really want to.

Kujo was devastated. Victorique was in angst. The brother had silently crawled away and a father was enjoying the scene before him.

"I-I'm not dead…Victorique." For an hour now, Kujo had been trying to persuade Victorique that he was alive. However…it did not work in the least bit.

"Liar. Liar. Stop. Just…stop. You might be a lost soul…but don't drag me there with you." She murmured, trying to calm herself down.

"But…Victorique…I-"

Impatience was starting to infest the eldest in the room. He pulled Kujo away from the cage.

"She won't get out of that cage no matter what you do. So stop trying." Kujo's father demanded.

The younger man glared at his father. "Never. I will never stop trying."

The old man's face turned dark.

"What did you to Victorique? Why does she think I'm dead?" Kujo hollered.

The other man shushed him.

"I know you have something to do with it." Kujo whispered.

"Do I now?"

Victorique looked forlornly at the man and the ghost.

"Why…why can't you just disappear already?" She muttered.

Another day…another night spent in this dark, cold, lonely dream.

Kujo was dead, his father was no hospitable person, and Grevil had gone back to Saubure after he had decided that she was safe.

She had only come here to attend his funeral. Instead, she had arrived in an iron cage.

The boat had docked. Grevil and Victorique walked off of the boat.

Everyone had taken wonderful care of Victorique, leading the drill-headed duke to believe that she was safe.

He walked back onto the boat, ready to leave.

She watched the ship leave the harbor.

Suddenly, she felt an unfamiliar presence.

However, it was already too late to turn around and see who this shadowy figure was…for everything around her had turned dark.

Some distance away from Victorique, Kujo and his father were once again fighting.

"How dare you write that I was dead just so you could get Victorique to come here!" Kujo spat.

"It was the only way I could get revenge."

"Revenge? This was all this obsession was about? Revenge?" Kujo was now beyond fuming.

"Of course. Against that idiot who fired me."

"He was no idiot."

"You dare defy me?"

The old man aimed a punch at Kujo. Kujo dodged his attack. However, he suddenly felt a jolt of pain in his leg, and saw that his father had somehow kicked him.

Kujo grimaced. Though old and wrinkled, the man before him was still quite nimble.

Victorique heard yelling. Swears echoed across the room.

"Monstre Charmont." She whispered to herself, "Why am I still alive...when I should be dead?"

She heard crashes. Victorique ignored it.

"I am without a hare; without a heart."

Kujo ignored all the pain he felt. After all, Victorique's pain must be much, much worse than anything this old man could do to him.

"Why are you working so hard to protect her?" His father asked.

They had held hands. Her grip somehow gave him comfort.

He couldn't believe it. She was hugging him.

Was he dreaming? Did she actually blush?

Ne. This Victorique. I keep hearing about her from you. What exactly does she mean to you?

"Because…" Kujo whispered, suddenly turning into a yell, "Because…because she means the world to me!"

For a moment, his father was stunned…paralyzed. Kujo took this moment and gave his father a deafening blow.

"Never show your face around any of us again." Kujo said, gritting his teeth.

"Fine." The old man wheezed. And, although Kujo hated his father, he was not heartless and carried his father back to his room. After all, he didn't hit hard enough so that the old man before him could die.

After his father was soundly sleeping back in his room, Kujo realized something.

It was over. It was finally over. He looked over to where Victorique was. Yet, she was huddled in a small corner, lonely and scared.

Worried, he walked towards her, hoping to at least help her out of her misery.

She sensed something and turned around, expecting to see nothing but thin air. Instead, she saw him.

Victorique started to tremble and hyperventilate. She gripped her head, as if trying to calm herself down.

"No." she murmured.

Kujo stared at this. Her golden tresses were in disarray and her emerald eyes were shut closed, only letting tears of anger and frustration leak through.

"Why…Why…Why don't you just disappear already? When will this nightmare end?" She yelled, "You're not real! So why? Why can't you just leave me alone?"

However, he remained strong and leaned down towards her, close enough so that their noses touched.

Victorique opened her eyes. She wanted to push him away…she wanted to. Yet, her body was tired and limp; unable to oblige to her brain's demands.

"Honestly Victorique, after all those times we spent together, you should know that all these supernatural things-ghosts, spirits, and monsters-don't exist."

And ever so slowly, he leaned towards her until their lips met.

Her eyes widened, then relaxed. The kiss was short, yet passionate. Sweet, yet unpracticed.

Kujo drew back and smiled.

"You're…real? Alive?" she asked.

"Must I give my answer again?"

Victorique grinned from ear to ear and hugged him.

Nestled into the crook of his neck, she whispered her thanks. Kujo smiled and slowly drew back from their embrace. He stood up and offered to help her up. This time, she took his hand without hesitation.

"Let's go home." She said.

"Yeah."

And that is the end of the story (Yeah. The longest chapter I write for this story...and its the last). I hope you all enjoyed it. I know I enjoyed writing it.

*Tears up* Thank you all for the reviews. I loved each and every one of them. Thanks for making this the best first fanfiction for me!

However, I do have two fanfiction ideas! One is called Inevitable (it's a fun word to say) and the other will be called Fugee? (Question mark included).

Fugee? will be a oneshot and Inevitable will be a multichapter. And yes, they are both for Gosick. Here is the summary for Inevitable (can't think up one for Fugee?).

Summary-It was inevitable that his first love would end in heartbreak. It was inevitable that he would never get over her. It was not inevitable, however, to find a girl that looked just like her ten years later. AU.

Thanks again for all the reviews.

*Gives cookies and Victorique plushies to all the reviewers…unless they don't want Victorique plushies.*

I hope you will enjoy my next fanfiction when I write it (That may take a while because I'm going on vacation on July 6. We are, however, thinking about getting a computer. Of course, I'll just hog it).