“What’s up?” came this angelic voice from behind me. I turned slowly and was face to face with a blue haired angel. He frowned and poked my chest. “Hello...? bạn awake in there...??” he asked, poking me. I blinked and pushed his hand off of me.
“N-not much...the name’s V-Viola...” I blushed and turned back to my tag. It was green with black letters spelling out “VIOLA THE GG”. He looked over my shoulder at the tag. “You’re a good artist. But I’m better. How about this? If ya can make a better picture (we’ll try to paint each other) I’ll tell ya my name and we’ll maybe even start up the GG’s again. But if I win...ya have to be my slave for a day.” I frowned. “A SLAVE?!” I screeched. He laughed. “Take it hoặc leave it, cutie!!” I blushed again.
“YOU’RE ON!!” I yelled, and began to draw him with all my best effort. He started on me. We kept looking at one another, studying each other’s features. When we finished, we studied our pictures. “Well.” We both started, then looked at one another. “Ah; whatever! My name’s Yang. I’m Rhyth’s brother. I’m only telling bạn this because well...I think you’re cute.” He glared at my picture of him. I drew him as angelic as I saw him, with wings sprouting from his back and floating spray cans around him. His picture of me was pretty much the same thing, except he added Beat’s headphones. I gasped.
“W-why’d you...put Beat’s headphone’s...?” I asked. He looked over at me, confused. “Because bạn look like him. Ya must be identical twins hoặc something. Are ya?” I nodded. “Heh. I thought so.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
Gum and Rhyth left the room silently as I pulled out the shattered bullet. I tried to not think about the fact that this was someone I cared greatly about dying in front of me; but it was nearly impossible. I soon left the room sighing; rubbing my face after removing the gloves.
"So? Is he...?"
I turned to Beat; who looked whiter than snow.
"He's stable. I have to keep an eye on him...just to be sure he'll wake up." I smiled tiredly at him.
"You've been in there for four hours, Corn."
"Operating isn't a fast process, Devon." I patted his shoulder. He sighed and hung his head.
"I know it isn't, Corey...but still...don't bạn think bạn were taking too long...?"
"To make sure that I got rid of everything that is a potential threat? No. Maybe. I don't know!" I rubbed my face again and he hugged me. I blinked.
"Thanks. I know I don't act like I care sometimes; but thanks." Beat whispered; hugging me tightly.
"So? Is he...?"
I turned to Beat; who looked whiter than snow.
"He's stable. I have to keep an eye on him...just to be sure he'll wake up." I smiled tiredly at him.
"You've been in there for four hours, Corn."
"Operating isn't a fast process, Devon." I patted his shoulder. He sighed and hung his head.
"I know it isn't, Corey...but still...don't bạn think bạn were taking too long...?"
"To make sure that I got rid of everything that is a potential threat? No. Maybe. I don't know!" I rubbed my face again and he hugged me. I blinked.
"Thanks. I know I don't act like I care sometimes; but thanks." Beat whispered; hugging me tightly.
I was laying in the middle of Shibuya Terminal, the rain washing my wounds. I was covered in cuts and bruises, had three broken ribs and my left arm broken in two places.
I tried to get up, but the rain pushed me down. "Yohan..." I whispered, picturing my brother before me. "I've got you." I blinked, and noticed I wasn't imagining. He was bending down and lifting me.
"I got you, little sister." He skated towards a building but my eyes were too heavy to stay open. I passed out in his arms.
I woke up to a man smiling down at me. "Corey!" I screamed. He shook his head. "That's who I used to be. It's ngô now." I thought for a second. "Is...Yohan alright...?" I asked. He nodded and smiled again.
"Yoyo's okay. He told us that he helped bạn because bạn helped him. 'An eye for an eye' he said. Mind clearing that up?" ngô asked. I waved it off and looked to the doorway, and saw Devon smiling at me. "Ale." he whispered.
I tried to get up, but the rain pushed me down. "Yohan..." I whispered, picturing my brother before me. "I've got you." I blinked, and noticed I wasn't imagining. He was bending down and lifting me.
"I got you, little sister." He skated towards a building but my eyes were too heavy to stay open. I passed out in his arms.
I woke up to a man smiling down at me. "Corey!" I screamed. He shook his head. "That's who I used to be. It's ngô now." I thought for a second. "Is...Yohan alright...?" I asked. He nodded and smiled again.
"Yoyo's okay. He told us that he helped bạn because bạn helped him. 'An eye for an eye' he said. Mind clearing that up?" ngô asked. I waved it off and looked to the doorway, and saw Devon smiling at me. "Ale." he whispered.
