Kuroshitsuji-In High School

The "Ball" III

Drecta's POV

All of the indicators were staring me in the face, but I still refused to believe the obvious.

I put my hand to his cheek and swiped some of the fringe away.

My undying curiosity was getting the best of me, even if I didn't really want to know the answer.

The eyes.

Those eyes.

His eyes.

"Adrian..." I whispered barely audible.

"Adrian?...Ah, I haven't heard that name in quite some time..." he smiled, but his now uncovered eyes weren't reflecting that grin.

They were much more...dark. It bothered me that I never really could tell what he was thinking.

My brain was steadily confused and wasn't reacting well to my heart. In some ways I was happy that he was alive, and in others...I just didn't know.

Is this really something I should be happy about?

No!

He hurt me.

I don't like him.

I hate him.

I spent years trying to get over him.

Trying to forget him!

Now of all times, He just shows up!

Right when I finally got myself together!

He appears, smiling like an idiot!

Do you think I'll just forget what you did to me?

That I'll just accept whatever fate has to bring us?

How could you be so stupid?

Without realizing I raised my hand and struck his face leaving a red mark.

Glaring at him for a while, that grin still plastered on his mouth.

"I suppose I deserved that..." he responded nonchalantly.

You deserve a lot more than just a slap...

"I guess this means forgiving me isn't an option?"

He really is an idiot.

Of course I won't forgive you!

"Do you think you can just show up and have it go back to normal? That I'll just forgive you for being so incredibly stupid? That I'll smile and say 'Welcome Back' after you killed yourself in front of me?!"

"Ah, yea...pretty much."

Is he serious? He can't be serious. He is serious. Absolutely serious.

I glared at him for a good while.

"I'm not going to forgive you." He seemed a little set back, maybe even disappointed. Is it really that surprising?

"But quite frankly, my life without you wasn't nearly as eventful as the one I had with you. It never was the same no matter how many people I met along the way..."

I smiled and wrapped my arms around him hugging him tightly. I'm an idiot for doing this. Giving him a second chance. This really isn't like me...

Maybe I'm just done running away from the insanity. Why don't I just embrace it fully? It's not like I have a reason not to.

In the back of my mind I thought of Lisa as I thought that. I quickly dropped the thought of her. She never was someone I cared for...

"So lets try this again. This time no killing. Okay?"

He laughed, like he might not be able to agree with that last statement....but I ignored it.

The fact remains that I've missed him. I missed the happy times we've spent together, and I've always wished for the days I could go back to that...

"I've missed you..."

He patted my head, a little awkwardly, I can't see him as being the type to be used to girls clinging to him.

I can't even see him as the type that would have a friend other than me for the time we were apart.

I looked up at him. He was different, but still the same.

Then I remembered, he did die. Right? So...does that mean he is a zombie? Or maybe...he is a Grim Reaper?

Seeing the puzzled look on my face he pulled away. Out of thin air the scythe he used to carry around with him appeared.

"You still have that?"

"Naturally! I worked hard on this with you!..and to answer your question simply. The answer is 'yes'."

He is a Grim Reaper?

He does kind of fit the part...

"I want you to become one too. So that we can have a fresh start together." his smile reminded me of the one he wore in the past.

I became a little worried.

He is still caught up in that idea. Even after all this time. Can't he just leave it be? I'm in the Dispatch Society already, I'll become one eventually, seeing as how that's probably what happens once you graduate.

Can't he be patient?

"You're still going on about that?" I frowned.

"Well, we know it works." He also frowned.

"Why are you so hesitant? It's not like you'll really die..."

"What if it doesn't work the same for me? What if I actually do end up dead? Aren't you concerned about that?"

"I'm certain you'll be fine."

"How can you be so sure!"

I'm quite fed up with this. I thought things could be different. He clearly only cares about one thing.

I turned to walk back into the ballroom. Maybe I can enjoy some more of the dance and Will of the Abyss before things wrap up.

"If you refuse, I'll kill her."

I stopped walking. Kill who? Lisa? Why would you kill my roommate? I don't care one bit about that girl.

A terrible image of Lisa dying by the hands of Adr- no, this isn't Adrian anymore. This is the Undertaker. He doesn't deserve the name of 'Adrian'.

I shivered at the thought.

I don't want to see such an innocent girl with a promising future die at his hands. This didn't seem like a bluff either.

There isn't a way out.

I've got to make a decision.

I looked back at the grinning face of the man I once knew and retreated to his side once more.

Hopefully this won't hurt to much.

"I'll do it."

I grabbed his scythe and took it out of his hands placing it by my throat.

I heard the sound of a girl trying to stop me, but it's too late to go back now.

This is my decision.