I Kiss You! (Angel Beats Fiction)

Chapter 7

It was a cold day in America. Not unusual but the weather could have been better for that time of year. I'm sure Japan was colder and I guess that's one thing that I could thank my parents for leaving me in an American orphanage for.

Seven years ago my parents and I came to America and I got left. I felt betrayal but as much as I wanted to hate them I missed them. There must've been a good reason why they left me. So even now I try to stay connected to them by speaking Japanese. And only Japanese.

The kids at the orphanage and even the adults seemed to leave me alone because I'm not like them. Today's the day I make my escape. I've had it with this place and everyone in it. Just as all of the kids were heading to dinner I used the commotion to exit through the back door.

The large hoodie I was wearing made me look slightly older then 14 so I was able to get far away from the orphanage. On my way to finding a new home I stopped and saw this boy on the street dancing.

I stopped in front of him in awe. I've always thought dance was interesting. "Sugoi..." I mumble to myself.

The boy stopped dancing and people put money into the hat that was on the floor. He looked at me. I'll admit I felt a little bad about not having money to give him but that's rude to expect it.

"We're you speaking Japanese?" The boy asks. That was a question that I wasn't expecting. I didn't even think anyone could have heard my mumble.

"Hai..." I respond shortly. I see a glimmer in his eyes.

"Do you know English?"

"H-hai..."

"Are you interested in learning how to dance?" He asks. I mumble another yes under my breath and I see a smile form on his face. Not a sinister one. But a childish innocent one. "How about I trade you dance lessons for Japanese lessons!?"

With that a great friendship was started.

Over the next couple years we dance to get money and fix up the old abandoned house. I taught this boy how to speak my language and that's all I allowed him to speak in the house once he got fluent enough.

When we turned 18 everything was really looking up for us. There was no way that they could kick us out of the house, or at least not back to the orphanage. We could probably buy the house too. We had a comfortable amount of money and we couldn't be happier.

Little did we know this wouldn't be a year that ended well.

One day the front door was bashed open. I ran down the stairs ready to fight. "HEY!" I shout but find myself stopping. There was no way I could fight all three of these guys.

TK comes following close behind me. "What were you and your little bitch doing up there?" He says pointing at TK with a bat.

"How about you shut the hell up!" TK shouts back getting defensive. The tallest guy with the bat chuckles. I tuck myself behind TK. Sure I can fight, but I'm scared.

"Marie, go up stairs." He says to me in Japanese. I nod shortly and run up the stair case. I sit at the top and discretely watch.

I can't hear much over the sound of my heart beating and my heavy breathing. I had a horrible feeling about this.

"Are you fucking ready brat!?" One of the boys yells and they all putting out their bats.

"TK!" These last few moments happened in a flash, but it felt like forever. I sprinted down the stairs, almost tripping and I jump in front of TK.

And it all went black. The bully hit me in the head and to make it worse I fell into the wall and bashed my head even harder.

The room fell silent. Not one sound could be heard. A pin could drop and be heard. For the first time in almost five years there was not a single word in the off white house.

"M-Marie..?" TK asks, voice cracking under the pressure of the tense atmosphere.

The boys bolted out the door. Murder... Or so it seemed. TK picked up my limp body and carried me to the nearest hospital since we had no other mode of transportation.

As TK enters the hospital all eyes are on him. The teenage boy carrying an unconscious teenage girl who was now dripping blood from her head onto the floor.

I was admitted into the hospital that day. And I was there for a long time. Every night for a while I heard "please don't forget me" whispered as TK gripped my hand. I heard when the doctor told him I might lose my memory. I could hear everything. Every whisper and cry. I heard him tell me of how he had dreams of talking to me.

I could feel every squeeze of my hand and kiss on the cheek. I could hear the confessions of love being whispered to me. I knew how he felt, I felt the same but I couldn't tell him.

Finally the doctor told TK that my medical bills needed to be payed, dancing wasn't cutting it. I heard TK plead and beg but it was too late for that. He'd done it before.

The doctor told him that I would wake up for a few minutes after being unplugged, off of my life support. I was happy. I knew that that meant that I would die but I could finally tell him that's felt the same about him. I could kiss him. I could have him hold me in my last moments.

The next morning I woke up. I looked around the room for the golden eyed, short blonde haired love of my life. All I saw was a boy with long blonde hair. "W-who are you?" I ask, my eyes still blurry from waking up.

"Nobody important I guess, goodbye Marie." And with that the boy left the room. TK looked so different, but that was him.

"Wait TK!" I rip out my IV's and wobble out of the room. I reach my hand out to him, he's too far away. I feel my eyes blur again before it all turns black. That was the end, for me anyway.

I watched TK as his life went down hill. He destroyed the house. He took my red bandana and covered his lovely gold eyes. Eventually, he felt so much guilt, he ended his life.

This story was too dark for me to tell TK. I couldn't let him fall again. That guilt, the pain in his eyes. Until he figures it out for himself I'll never tell him. Never.