Chapter 11

On the sidewalk, ran a blue haired teenager, who was in a rush to return home. Aya saw Valgarv near the cemetery's entrance and hoped he was still there when she returned. There was something she had to give him and soon. She bursted inside the house, bolted to her bedroom, left her sack and grabbed the rectangular gold necklace from her desk and exploded outside again. Her feet were getting tired, by the time she arrived inside the graveyard. She was too busy with other thoughts to think of her fears of the graveyard. So what if a ghost comes, whoopdy doo! Aya didn't bother hiding when she found Valgarv where she expected, by his family's grave. She huffed heavily, trying to talk.

"Val (Ha)garv . . . I (Ha, ha, ha) . . . Ha-- (Ha, ha) ve . . . So (Ha, ha ) . . . " A drop of sweat popped by his face. He gave Aya a funny look as she caught her breath.

"Breathe, then talk. I don't know what the hell you're trying to say." Aya agreed with the idea and breathed her normal pace. She brushed a strand of long hair from her face and opened her hands to uncover the necklace. Valgarv seemed to respond by action. His eyes widened and he gazed at the locket as if he had finally found the lost treasure he's been seeking for. Aya held it by the chains and offered it to Valgarv.

"I think this belongs to you." The biker's face shortly turned to his usual scowl and he eyed away from the jewel.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"You can't deny that it's yours. It has your family picture in here."

"I told you, I don't know!" Valgarv had his back on Aya, but she didn't give up.

"Valgarv . . . I don't know what happened to your family and I'm sorry . . . But that's no reason to forget them!!"

"Just go!!" Valgarv impelled. Aya stayed.

"Is that why you joined Hell's Angel? To do something to get your mind off of their death. So you can go off killing other people!?" Valgarv sliced his pocket knife to the side. The blade minced across Aya's palm, forcing her to drop the necklace onto the ground. She clasped her left hand over the bleeding hand and gave Valgarv a disbelieving and disheartened expression.

"That was just a warning . . . Leave now or I'll kill you right here, right now." Aya doubted that he would actually do that, but she didn't want to find out. She picked up the necklace and strolled back home, holding back her tears until she was far away from the biker.

'I won't walk back home with this necklace!' Aya told herself. She found the motorcycle parked outside the cemetery. An idea came in mind. She hung the necklace over the left handle and hoped Valgarv would at least keep it and not throw it out.

The Hell's Angel member returned to his bike with so many unusual feelings, he's never felt. He's never truly cared about his classmate Aya before. He's liked Filia for a while, but it soon passed and thought it would with Aya as well. But it didn't. He regretted cutting her and had no intention to do so in the first place. He didn't even realize he spoke those words until Aya walked away. He wanted to run to her and say sorry, hold her in his arms close to him. The walls he built were so thick not even the strongest of the strongest could knock it down. 'You idiot! Why did you do that!? Now she'll never come near me, or like me. She'll never see me as anything . . . but an insensitive man.' When he hoped on his motorcycle, he discovered the necklace, he lost the year his family died, on his left handle. He held the accessory on his open palm. Without thinking, he fastened his finger and raised his arm. Just before he threw the necklace, something lured him back. No. . . it wasn't worth it . . . He had to keep it. Valgarv dithered as her put the familiar jewelry around his neck and hid it underneath his black tank top, designed in white Japanese Kanjiin the center, which read Ryu (Dragon).