The Lost Shadow (Sequel to: The Lilac Shadow, a Karma x OC fanfic)

Chapter 12: Remembering...

'Sup! So I was re-reading my first book, and I still cried. I am so sensitive...is that a good thing?

...no?

...okay...

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Aira's POV

Walking along the hallway, I can feel myself going numb from the pain all over my body slowly, and the students immediately hide from me when I pass them.

"What do you want this time?"

"To see you suffer, of course. For killing him."

Narrowing my eyes, I clutch my bag tightly, trying to keep myself awake as I walk down the stairs, wavering slightly.

"Do you like this? This is what you did to my wife!"

When I stumble into an empty alley just outside the school around the corner, I slide to the floor, breathing heavily.

"You can't take it anymore? And here I thought you could take it since you did it to my son!"

Gasping, I hug my head, the pain almost like going through fire taking over my senses.

"Are you dead yet? You can't! I still have a lot of presents for you as revenge!"

"I didn't do it. I didn't." I mumble painfully, biting my lip and causing it to bleed. I can feel the heat of the blood flowing down, but darkness is slowly taking over my sight.

Karma...

Karma's POV

I walk away from the school, a bad feeling inside me. Wanting to go back to check on Aira, I turn around but stop, frowning. She did tell me not to get involve, but this feeling seems familiar, almost like the day Shiro destroyed the pool.

Wait!

Quickly running back to the school, frustration and anger rolling off me. When I am almost at the school, a small noise of pain reaches my ear.

Almost immediately, I turn back and look into an alley to find Aira curled up on the ground, blood falling from her lips.

"Aira!" I yell, dropping beside her and pull her into my arms. She groans and shivers, her teeth making the wound on her lips break again.

Looking around, I quickly pick up our bags and put her onto my back, making sure she won't fall before jumping up onto the roof of a short building and run, fear growing inside of me when she starts crying, her nails digging into her palms and causing blood to come out.

I have to hurry...

Aira's POV

Opening my eyes, I look around to find myself back in the metal room, but this time, I was strapped onto a table, lying on my stomach, my eyes void of pain and emotions as red-hot iron was pressed onto my bare back every few seconds.

The person holding it had excitment and the feeling of fulfilling his revenge in his eyes, and I gasp as I watch he continue to press the iron onto my back, and I can feel the same burning pain, and yet, no sound and emotions escape from the me in the memory.

Why can I take this pain? How?

After a few more minutes, he finally stopped and walked out, a young boy looking 18 coming in with a box in his hands.

He looked at me with guilt and put the box down, taking out a bunch of bandages and medicine from it. "Why do you keep doing this?" He asked, and I didn't reply, but moved slightly.

"You know if you screamed they will stop quicker."

"...all I know is, if I scream, they will just hurt them instead. I might as well become broken so they won't have anymore fun." I whisper, and my heart skipped a beat when I understand who I was talking about, but at that time, I already forgot whom they were.

As if understanding me, the boy stiffened slightly before continuing cleaning my wound, his touch gentle as if he had done it several times before. "Who are they?" He asked tensely.

The me in the memory chuckled dryly, replying, "How would I remember? They took away my memories after all. And after a day or two, when this so-called experiment is over, all my memories and emotions of the past year will be gone, including this month of torture. Then, when he realises I forgot about him, maybe he will not love me anymore and not get hurt anymore because of me."

By the time "I" was done talking, tears are flowing down my eyes and I fall to the ground, covering my face. I can feel that the last few words I had said wasn't processed inside my mind, coming out automatically.

Was that how much I have loved him? So much that even though I can't remember who he is, I can still remember how much he meant to me? How hard I have fell for him?

When my vision starts to go dark again, I welcome the darkness, letting it warp around myself before my consciousness fades again.

Third Person's POV

By the time Karma has gone into his house and put Aira onto his bed, she opens her eyes to find him facing her with his back as he takes out bandages and clothes from his closet.

Feeling more tears escaping her eyes, she stifles a sob and sits up, wiping her mouth to find blood all over her hands.

"Ne, do you want to die? I can help..."

"Ah la, I missed."

Immediately, screams erupt from her mouth as she remembers what she did before during the first assembly and when Takaoka lured her bloodlust out.

Karma immediately turns around and pulls her into his arms, whispering gently, "You are safe, Aira-chan. Everything's fine."

Her screams slowly turn into sobs as she curls up into a ball in his arms, her hands on the sides of her head as she finds comfort in his warmth.

Pain enters his chest as he looks down at the sobbing girl, his arms tightening around her and presses his lips to her forehead, staying in that position until she calms down.

"They tried to hurt you." She suddenly whispers, her voice cracking up. "They wanted to torture you in front of me. They wanted me to see you and Kayano suffer because of me. They wanted to..." Her crying replaces her words, but he already understands what she was trying to say.

But all he knows is he would rather die to save her from her suffering.

I know that the recent chapters are short, but this is all I can come up with for now. At least I wrote something, right?

...right?