Through Heaven and Hell (Ghost x Toast)

Chapter 29 ~ A question

December 27th, 2013

Ghost turned the page of the photo album his mom had given him for Christmas as a present. His fingers pressed against the pages, as his eyes gazed at the photos. As he looked at a photo from 1999, he smiled nostalgically as he looked at his pale red eyes. His eyes had been pale red when he was a child, and had only turned brown when he was 21. He loved looking at photos of himself with pale red eyes; his mother had the same pale red eyes, despite her never giving birth to him. His mother had always considered it a sign that Ghost had been destined to be her son, and that she had been destined to take him in and raise him as her own. Ghost had always laughed it off, but somewhat agreed. He never fully believed in destiny; he had never fully believed in any of that. He had never even fully thought about it before; he had just never considered it an important thing to talk about.

Toast, on the other hand, had always believed in destiny. He believed you had a path from birth that is constantly changing based on your choices and actions. Despite this, Toast was not one to talk extensively about destiny and such.

Toast had gone out to the park to meet with his sisters. He had been gone for an hour now, and it was eleven in the morning. Toast said he would be back at two in the afternoon.

Their Christmas had been surprisingly delightful. Toast had put together a collection of Christmas music that he played while they opened presents and watched movies. Then, at one that afternoon, after eating lunch, they headed to Mrs. Caskets house and visited her. She gave them cookies and fudge and cocoa as they opened presents and watched movies. Mrs. Casket had bought Ghost a photo album, a disc of music from his childhood, a box of chocolates and a mahogany scarf. She had then given Toast a long sleeved white shirt for relaxing in, a photo album, a disc of Christmas music and a locket with a picture of him and Ghost inside. Mrs. Casket had in fact hand knitted Ghost's sweater; knitting was another one of her many talents that she had picked up during her years of isolation.

Ghost took the disc and put it in the player, and the first song to play was a classic from a few years before he was born: Play that funky music. He tapped his foot joyously to the beat as he flipped through the pages of the photo album. Feelings of nostalgia filled him as he looked at the old photos, remembering the days before his life had turned to complete and utter crap.

As he closed the photo album, he lifted up one of his sleeves and ran his hand over his scarred arm. There were over a hundred tiny tally marks carved into each arm, marking what, he did not know. He remembered they had turned up quite a bit when he was a child, and quite a lot on his trip to England a few years prior as well. However, when he came back after a 5 year memory gap, he only had maybe 10 new tally scars on each arm, which was confusing. He did, however, have over a hundred new scars on the rest of his body: knife scars and bullet scars, on his legs, arms, chest, back; even one on his neck. One of the scars even looked like a J, carved into the skin right above his stomach. There was also a scar that looked like a C, resting right around his shoulder blade.

Ghost had no idea how he had gotten so many scars on his body in the three years that he could not remember. It was like one big black out, and he could remember nothing from the ages of 25 to 27, just like how he could remember nothing from before the age of 5.

Ghost stretched his arms out, standing up as he began to sway to the music. He danced freely, not caring as he moved to the music.

He danced and danced until he was tired, and he then got a drink of water and fell asleep soon after.

Toast opened the door, gazing into the room. Ghost was asleep on the couch, his hoodie off, his hair down. His hair was decently short; not short short, but short. It was above his shoulders but past his ears on the back, and a tangled mess of chocolate brown. Toast placed the presents his sisters had given him down on the table, then sat down on the couch a few feet from Ghost. He quickly got up and fixed himself a cup of tea and waited for Ghost to stir. Ghost just laid there, asleep, his eyes closed. He looked so incredibly peaceful, as his hair laid in strands across his face. Toast softly brushed aside a strand of Ghost's hair, and Ghost mumbled sleepily and turned onto his side.

Toast, after a few minutes, stood up and went to the bathroom. He splashed some water on his face and looked at his reflection in the mirror. He remembered how he had confided in his older sister Jinny how he was feeling around Ghost, and he remembered her words: "Tell him, softly and kindly but at the same time proudly and officially. Let him know that you like him but at the same time give him the comfort of knowing you don't mean to press it upon him should he not want it."

Toast threw back his hair, stood up tall and nodded. He then went back to the couch and gently shook Ghost awake. Ghost rubbed his eyes and tousled his hair before sitting up and looking at Toast.

"What is it Toast?" Ghost asked, yawning.

"I have to ask you something sir." Toast said proudly. "What is it you need to ask me?" Ghost replied, confused. Toast took a deep breath, then locked eyes with Ghost.

"Will you go out with me?"  

Almost to the end!!! If you want me to do stories for VT ships (Besides Maddie x Billy as I already am doing one for them) then comment it in the comments below! I will say however that I will not do Sally Casket so don't ask