Chapter 13

"ACHOOOO!!!" Aya sneezed and huddled herself smaller into a ball. She sat on the comfy bed beside Amelia. She had changed herself into her baggy, red and white checkered pant with white tank top and a green blanket over her shoulder. Lina and Filia sat on the soft, ice pink, carpet floor. They were called back to Amelia's room soon after Aya was all dried up.

"So what happened with you and that guy?" Lina asked curiously.

"I don't know. I was just walking around town and I saw him collapse in an alley. I couldn't just leave him there."

"So you dragged him all the way here?" Filia asked unbelievingly and Aya nodded.

"I'm sorry to cause you any trouble Amelia." She apologized, but the black haired girl smiled and shook her head.

"That's alright. I'm so glad justice and love is starting to spread to everyone!!" Her three friends silenced and backed away, ready to plug their ears. "Whoever was responsible for beating up that poor young man should be tracked down and arrested!! Amelia Wil Tesla Saillune is going to, someday, travel the world and spread the word of injustice and how to defeat it!! As long as we have the power of love and courage to do what's right, we will conquer over evil and make this place a better world for everyone and for our next generation!!"

Lina batted Amelia's face with a pillow and she fell on her back, onto the bed.

"As I was going to say . . . You said that guy was in our class, right?"

"Yeah, Valgarv Angon. . . Y'know, one of the Hell's Angel dudes?" Aya changed position and laid on her tummy, close to the bed's edge.

"I wonder what happened to him. . ." Filia questioned with much concern. "I hope he'll be o.k."

Amelia jumped up from her bed and went on her hands and knees, leaning toward Lina and Filia on the floor in bewilderment,

"You mean that guy is a part of that injustice group 'Jigoku no Tenshi-- (Hell's Angel---)' I mean 'Hell's Angel'!?" Lina and Filia fell on their backs with their feet straight in the air while Aya slipped off the bed and landed her head on the floor.

"(YAWN) I think we'd better get to sleep. It's already one thirty a.m." Filia said, rubbing her eyes.

The room was dark and hushed, except for the calm breathing of the girls. Aya glanced at the digital clock, behind her on Amelia's night table. It was four o'clock a.m. In the past three hours, the girl was not able to even enter rem cycle.

'I wonder how Valgarv's doing? I hope he's alright . . .' Aya sat up from the bed covers and slapped her face. 'I have to see how he's doing or I can't get to sleep!' She admitted and got off from the blown up mattress, she shared with Filia. Lina and Amelia were on the bed, soundly asleep, dreaming. She crept out the bedroom and searched the hallways, dimly lightened by the occasional wall lamps. Aya traveled up the stairs to the third floor and inspected that area. On the other side of a corridor, a maid exited a room with a tray of medicine, spoon and towel then made her way downstairs. The teenager jolted swiftly and quietly, like a cat, in the dark and came to the very last door of the third floor corridor. Her hands trembled as she turned the knob and opened the door, enough to peek her blue turquoise eyes into the room. There he was. Valgarv, veiled with a thin white blanket and sleeping restfully, his arms out of the bedspread. His wrists, knuckles and palms were wrapped with bandages, as was his right arm, where the gash was. A lamp glowed cozily on a little table aligned with the bed and a square, curtained, window faced the girl. Aya carefully walked into the room and closed the door behind. She pulled up a chair near the bed and took a seat. She didn't know how long she stared at Valgarv's peaceful face and pondered why she cared for him so much. It was hard to explain . . . but the feelings seemed right and yet alarming. Was is safe for her to be with him? He'd threatened to kill her and made attempts to kidnap her, for who knows why . . . and somehow a hidden treasure keeps on attracting her to the man. She looked at the bandaged cut on her palm and at the lonely young man.

'Even when you tried to kill me . . . I can't stop worrying about you . . . Why? Do I really care for him that much?' She couldn't help and see how handsome he was in a peaceful state. Completely relaxed, his aquamarine hair still in the normal style--- The teenager in the rest bed groaned and reopened his eyes, blinking several times. The surrounding was considerably vague for a while, but soon adjusted to clear vision.

"Yokata, kigatsui te (Oh good, you're awake)." Valgarv turned his face to the left, appearing a little shocked to see Aya and himself in a warm room, dried up and aided.

"Koko wa (Where am I)? His voice was airy and exhausted.

"I found you fainted in an alley, nearby. I brought you here to Amelia's place and her servants took care of your injuries." Out of all the people. After the way he treated Aya, she helped him.

"Why did you help me?"

"W - well . . ." Aya scratched her head and mumbled nervously, showing a pale pink shade on her cheeks, "because . . . I don't want you to die." He looked at Aya speechless. She could've been lying, but that was unlikely. His face shifted away from the girl so she couldn't see his expression. He didn't want her to see the tears that were unaccompanied by the raindrops. They were briefly dried away and he stared at the ceiling and hoped Aya didn't realize his crying.

"Thank you for the necklace . . ." He managed to say calmly.

"Eh?" Aya's head spun up to Valgarv. 'He took the necklace!?'

" . . . It saved my life . . ." He reflected on the fight and remembered every moment. His anger for the Black Death returned and was determined to have his revenge. He wouldn't stop until all the members paid the price, especially Greth. He broke the deal and killed Tobias. His aching fists clenched on the covers.

"Valgarv . . . please . . . tell me what happened . . ." Aya begged with burden. The biker shut his eyes and reopened them to retell the event that took place only several hours ago. Every detail he retold with no exaggeration and revealed his feelings toward the enemies he'll never learn to forgive nor forget.

" . . . So that's it . . ." Valgarv shook his head at the ceiling and raised his right hand to analyze the bandages. "I'm alone again . . . The only one left . . ." Aya sat still and shocked after hearing the young teenager's story.

". . . I'm sorry . . ."

"My family . . . was burned to death six years ago, when I was only eleven . . ." He placed his hand on the golden locket that saved his life from the dagger, in the fight. "I don't know how . . . but our house caught on fire, and . . . I was lost inside the smoke. I didn't know where to go . . . I passed out on the floor . . . a firefighter rescued me. They said they couldn't find my pregnant mom, dad or my sister. I got adopted three years ago, but I hated my new parents, so I ran away."

"Then you ran into Hell's Angels and became part of their group . . . ending up here . . . ?" Aya guessed. Valgarv nodded and sighed at the memories he wanted to forget. A soft, gentle hand took his large, tough ones and held it tightly and carefully. "I know . . . you're probably not happy that you're here. But I'm happy you're here." His heart drummed when he felt her hand on his. It shook with hesitation, wondering if she should let go, but laid still, not wanting to go. Aya was about to back away when she thought Valgarv was giving her the irritated look. However, as she didn't even make a move, his hands flipped over, placing his backhand down, and held her hand firmly in his. This was extremely unexpected for both Aya and Valgarv, for this was the first time they each began to open their secret heart. Hours seemed to pass while the two, blue and golden eyes searched through the windows to their feelings kept inside. Aya slid down from the wooden chair and knelt beside the bed to have a closer stare and admire the non-violent side while she still could. When it looked like they were stuck in the eye to eye moment for the whole night, Valgarv rose to a sitting position, pulling Aya up to her feet. His hand told hers to come closer now . . . now . . . before these feelings swept away . . . before he lost hope in ever finding what his heart longed . . . She climbed onto the bed, taking a comfortable seat next to the young man. His grip released Aya's hand and caressed the rosy cheeks. Her face was tanned, peachy hue that stayed smooth and delicate since as a child. The fingers tangled itself in her long blue hair and carefully motioned his face closer to Aya's. Closing their eyes, their lips met nervously with yearning for the touch. All problems, doubts, faults and impossibilities melted away. The feeling was indescribable and reassuring. Like connecting the missing piece to a puzzle. This felt right. They separated, after the first kiss and ceded into each other's embrace. Valgarv's lips pressed against her hair and rocking her faintly. He couldn't remember the last time someone's made him feel so secure and warm.

"Stay with me . . ." his voice breathed softly.

"I need to get back to my friends . . ." the girl said, even though she wished never to part. His hug fastened pleadingly,

"Onegai (Please) . . ." Aya sighed as their arms untied. The young man shifted a few spots for Aya to plop her back on the bed.

"If you try to have sex with me, rape me, or touch me in places inappropriate, I swear I'll beat you down to hell." Smirking, the teenage boy flicked his index finger at the girl's forehead. He covered them both with the thin sheet and placed his head on the one big pillow. Aya rested her head on Valgarv's muscular chest while his arm wrapped around her shoulder, from underneath. In no time, they were both entering deep sleep, hoping they could leave the past behind and stay like this as long as they pleased. It was unfortunate that morning sunrise was just coming up.