In My Heart the Will

Crete

Crete

Fiat justitia (et ruat caelum)

A sigh woke up the room and I found myself in bed once more. I saw War curled up next to me and blinked back some of my sleep to see him actually sleeping.

He didn’t look so tired when he was sleeping and I found I missed seeing these other sides of him.

‘I’m sorry, War , but... there’s more to it than I told you. I really want to tell you about it but I can’t it’s irrelevant to the case and will just make you angry. Plus... even though it isn’t as drastic as some cases, I was still traumatized by it and I want to be able to tell you the story of it one day.’ Yeah, the real reason for my (possibly somewhat psychotic) episode was something other than knowing who was behind this. Of course, I feared Larmonte as well but it was mostly what he did to me aside from basically causing my parent’s death.

I myself was in the fetal position facing him and I couldn’t help but want to be closer to War... like before but without these little blobs of pain in my brain I had labeled ‘Year 7 of life’. That part of my past was going to be locked up for a good long time. At least until I could bear to think about it willingly because I already knew I was going to have to deal with some brutal dreams or something or other about it.

“Forgetting on purpose is cowardly.” Bastien stated, but I couldn’t see him right now.

‘So is not showing your face, though, personally I would rather not see or speak to any of you... not even Susan. Just please leave me alone with War for awhile.’

“Aren’t you going to tell him about what Wilhelm did to you... and I’m talking about something other than him stealing your Ipod but you should really tell him about that too. Moving would keep you both safe.” But I felt safe right here.

‘I’ll tell him when he wakes up. For now, go away.’ This time I was a bit more irritated than when I said it the first time. That’s usually how it is with things that have to be repeated, isn’t it?

War stirred and his eyes opened slightly. Not being able to stop myself a soft smile graced my lips.

“How are you feeling?” Oh, right. I had gotten lost in the dark earlier after overreacting to a remembrance of Larmonte.

“Please don’t tell me you don’t recall fainting awhile ago.” Only for a little bit and it wasn’t like I wanted to have it stuck in my mind.

“He’s been here.” I whispered, my face changing again and I sank farther under the blanket. The next thing I noticed was that my clothes were sweaty. This meant that I had probably been having a nightmare while I was out cold and didn’t remember it. Like a blackout without the help of drugs.

“How do you know that? That’s nearly impossible.” Keyword, nearly. I was all too aware of Larmonte’s ability to appear charming. He had probably stolen or made a fake ID in order to get past the front desk. From there the rest was obvious. Maverick being the sleuth-y thief that he could be he had been able to find my Ipod with startling ease. When it came to breaking the law in pretty much anyway, people with anti-social personality disorder were naturals.

“He’s good at what he does. Whatever it is... like sneaking around, killing, it doesn’t matter. He feels nothing for it so he has enough confidence for just about anything he wants to do. Maverick may be a gloating sore- loser, but he does have twelve years of planning to back him up, the only thing that he is nearly incapable of doing is predicting where we’ll go to or what we’ll do. We need to move to a different part of the Kanto region or go to another part of Japan entirely. We could still find the information necessary there. If we move he loses the upper hand and will become agitated. From there I’m sure that he’ll start killing again.” Then the thought of my Ipod nano came up. He was learning about something vital about me as War and I spoke.