Chapter Eighteen: (Senku's View.)

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 Shock still made my jaw drop to the ground at her story, she had been through so much more than I expected. It all made sense now, her running away. Her constant sad smile, how she was determined to always fix the problem herself. How she held our children when they cried, and why the music must have died in her. Her whole life was painful, and I had made it ten billion times worse. Blood spurted from her wound, the knife dripping with her blood. Tears welled up in my eyes, my hand banging against the bars. Luna was going nuts, trying to wiggle out of my arms. Shifting through the bag, I pulled out a bottle of petrication  liquid. I won't let her die. He stepped back, turning into a statue. Horror widened my eyes, her nearly lifeless body crawling towards me with a key in her hand.

"I love you, Senku." She coughed, a sad smile curling on her lips. "Don't let the light ever leave your eyes." Her head laid against the cold ground, her eyes closing. Panic rose in my head, despair darkening my face. The bars squealed the whole way up, my trembling fingers feeling for a pulse. Hot salty tears fell from my eyes, she had no pulse. Dripping the liquid on her, she solidified into a statue. The corset fell off, bloody spikes sickening me. Taiju ran up to me from the middle of nowhere, looking at me then Britt. Nodding, he gave me a bottle of the reviving fluid. Luna whined, nudging at her stone hand.

"I heard a commotion out here." He said numbly, my trembling hands grabbing the bottle. Tears were falling from his eyes, the big oaf was such a crybaby. Dropping a steady stream on her, the wait was painful. I was about to give up, when the stone exterior started cracking. Sobs of joys wracked my body, her chest was floating up and down. Covering her with my cloak, my arms ached as I carried her back to my home.

"Thank you." I blurted out, hugging Taiju. "You are the best friend a man could have." He waved me goodbye, running to his own family. My mind started to drift, watching the hours tick by.

"Why aren't you going to school today?" I asked, hoping she would go. "I have something to tell you." She shrugged, turning over in her bed. There was sadness in her eyes, almost as if she knew something. A lock box sat curiously next to her, it was already half full.

"Do you always drift off like that?" She teased, sitting up behind me. "You must have revived me. Can I tell you about how I got to this point?" Turning to her, she sat up smiling warmly. A chuckle tumbled from my lips, milk dripping out of her breasts. Wrapping my arms around her, she groaned. Pressing my lips to hers, she relaxed in my arms. Pulling back, our faces flushed scarlet.

"Don't you ever do that again!" I barked, pressing her head against my chest. "I don't ever want to lose you again." Her copper eyes fell to the black line on her stomach, tears welling up in her eyes.

"I went to a survival camp before this all happened. I was ten years old when the governments all around the world sent out an aptitude test. Scientists predicted this whole thing many years ago. They came up with a revival potion." She explained, sadness appearing in her eyes. "They tested your IQ, then your survival abilities. Well my brother and I were chosen for the United States. They sent us and a bunch of other children into the Canadian forest to survive for two years. Kids died within the first few months, leaving only us two. They ate the wrong mushrooms, and got sick. The guilt was the worst when we were the only survivors out of thousands. It seemed everyday another grave was dug. Every year they would send us there again every year for a month. On top of that they taught him leadership stuff, even hypnosis. I am guessing he used it on me later on in life to plant false memories. I should have died with them. The worst part is my mom just thought that I was going to some genius camp. Truth is I knew all about the petrification of the world. They first saw it coming in a powerful telescope years in advance. Birds kept dropping from the sky, a slight green glow was in the sky. I couldn't see everyone turn to stone." Tears flooded from her eyes, many black lines were on her skin.

"I know because I heard it all. I want you to know that I don't care. I want you to never go through something like that again. I love you, and I want to marry you." I stammered nervously, wondering what was wrong with me. "So, Britt Rose, will you marry me, and make science with me for the rest of my life?" Luna bounded over to her with a ring on her collar, a crooked grin dancing across her face.

"I will." She replied, kissing my lips. "Hopefully my luck will get a bit better from now on. Just tell me that I don't have to wear white. Let's do it today." Smiling to myself, my embrace grew tighter. The pink sun rays of the morning bathed us, her black wedding dress that Yuzu made looking stunning on her. Black lace covered it, the beads sparkling in my eyes. It hugged her hourglass figure, a black veil covering her face. My black tuxedo felt odd on me, but I didn't care. Our children sat in the crowd on the doula's lap, reaching for us. Flipping it over her head, her beautiful face stunned me. My breath was stolen from me, my heart fluttering away.

"I, Brittany Rose, take my man of science and handsome boy to be my wedded husband. I promise to stick by his side no matter what. His love is my home." She poetically wept, her finger wiping away her tears.

"I Senku Ishigami, take Brittany Rose to be my wife. She is the moon in my life, her eyes always twinkling away. Her smile brightens the whole wide world, and even space. Let's make science together forever." I choked out, fighting back tears. She slid on the black band on my finger, my trembling fingers sliding her ring onto hers. Our lips kissed hungrily, the villagers cheering behind us.

"Fly me to the moon, let me play among the stars." She sang to me softly, a sad smile dawning on her face. "For I love you. You brought back my music." All of the villagers looked at her with awe, and wonder, her voice was angelic. The crowd cheered and watched us go down the aisle. Happiness rang out in the night, people getting drunk except for us. The party was over, so our perfect family walked back home. Smiling up at the sky, it felt like my old man was watching.

"I did it, old man." I whispered, Mina cooing in my ear. "Next step is space."  

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