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This was originally a one-shot, but it ended up being kinda long, so I split it up into parts. Enjoy!
Warning: Some strong language; A lot of speculating going on, and you will see what I mean.
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Broken
“… It’s… him…”
It happened on a fairly normal day. Black was in the kitchen, making breakfast and getting ready to commute to work. It was rare, but Gekikara was up early, sitting cross-legged in the living room, watching TV. It had been about three months since they started living together, and she had settled in fairly well with Black and her son. Gekikara had no parents she could speak of, and Black’s had disowned her when they found out she was pregnant. They agreed that this would be better for the both of them.
Click. She stared intently at the lit screen, biting her nails. Old habits die hard. Her black nail polish was flaking off, bit by bit. She would need to get it repainted soon.
"...tried to rob a local gas station at gunpoint... killed a police officer in the ensuing gunfight... arrested... charges have yet to be made..."
Click. Click. The ragged face of the man with a crooked nose pictured in the mug shot stared emptily at her. She giggled as she remembered the joy in hearing the crack of bone as she mercilessly pummeled his face with both her fists.
No, wait, that wasn’t right. The small grin faded from her face. It was anger. Rage that had enveloped her senses, even as multiple hands pulled her away from his still form. Click. An itch to destroy every cell that composed his body continued to run through her handcuffed hands, and she struggled. How dare he? How dare he touch her?!
Now, this piece of trash is further sullying the world with his filthy hands. Click...
???
She glanced towards the bedroom door.
Would it grow up to be just like him? Trash. She tilted her head, hand still at her mouth. Click. She pushed herself off the sofa and walked past the white crib to the bed. The young child was sleeping soundly in the middle. It was no longer an infant, and had learned to walk a couple weeks ago.
She peered curiously at the small form. This… Thing… She ran her hand over its sleeping face. The man’s face flashed through her mind. Her eyebrows furrowed deeply. This… thing caused Black so much pain.
It’s this thing's fault that she saw sadness in her eyes.
It made her suffer… Just like that man.
…
Her hand closed over the child’s nose and mouth.
His eyes snapped open at the sudden pain, and small hands grasped uselessly at Gekikara’s fingers, legs kicking desperately. His cries of distress are muffled under her vice-like grip.
Worthless. Trash. Die.
She tightened her grasp.
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“What are you doing?!”
Her grip loosened as she swung her head to the side in time to see a shadowy form barrel into her with frightening speed.
Black had her pinned against the wall, one hand on her shoulder, and the other hand restraining her wrist. The child wailed noisily behind her. “What were you doing?!” she hissed dangerously.
Instead of answering, Gekikara struggled against her, trying to push her away. Black did not loosen her grip, and instead pressed her harder against the wall. “Answer me.”
Gekikara glanced at her and recognized the fury in her eyes, causing her to cower slightly. “I…” The man’s face appeared in the back of her mind again. She scowled, throwing herself forward against Black’s restraining hands. “That thing hurt you. Just like that man. It will be just like hi-”
!!!
She slumped down against the wall, staring dumbfounded at Black, raising her hand to her cheek. The anger in her eyes was mixed with something else, now. Disgust.
Black turned away from her and lifted her crying son into her arms. She tried to calm the frightened child and rubbed his back soothingly. She heard the rustle of clothes behind her, followed shortly by the slamming of the front door. Gekikara’s expression was etched deeply into her mind. Her heart clenched painfully.
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Crunch.
She let the feeling of her fist hitting the man’s face, and their screams overwhelm her thoughts.
Why? It didn’t hurt when she slapped her, but now it felt like a hundred bricks were inside her chest, weighing her down. She couldn’t quite tell what it was.
Blood.
The delightful taste of coppery liquid spread in her mouth.
It had been so long since she had experienced this feeling. Who was it that had told her to stop? To stop hurting herself and others? Ah...
She knocked down another man. She tried to let the sight and smell of blood numb her mind. She didn’t want to think. That look. She had seen it before. In some hazy corner of her memories from way back, she remembered. But she didn’t want to.
Crack.
She wasn’t sure whether that sound came from her, or one of the men around her. A man pulled out a long, rusty knife, tired of the futile struggle using his fists. She laughed. Now she recalled why.
Because I'm a monster.
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Click. She sat in a corner of the dark room, biting her nails. It was all she could do to try and fight off the hunger. She found that keeping her mouth busy kept her mind off her empty stomach. Last time her “mother” had caught her chewing on her nails, she had tied her hands behind her back and beat her.
Click. She couldn’t help it, though. It had been a full day since Mother had given her any food. Perhaps she was angry.
She wasn’t really sure what the word “mother” really meant. She had learned it in the few times she had been allowed to attend school.
Footsteps sounded outside the door. She immediately removed her hand from her mouth. It didn’t hurt when her mother hit her, but she found it unpleasant to lose consciousness, and wake up hours later, finding it difficult to move.
The single door opened, and she came in, holding a small box in her hands. “Rena, come here.”
She looked hopefully up at Mother, and pulled herself weakly towards her. She sat at her feet and stared up at her.
Mother reached down and grabbed her forcefully, kneeling down beside her. “I brought you a little something today,” she whispered.
She grimaced and her small body shuddered. A pungent and bitter smell emanated from Mother. She knew that nothing pleasant ever happened when this odor clung to her.
The woman opened the small box and took out some small sticks. Matches. She held one out in front of Rena’s face. “Look,” she commanded. She looked, puzzled, at the match, and then at Mother’s face.
Taking the box, she lit it, quickly. Rena flinched; the sudden bright light scared her.
She grabbed her roughly, long nails leaving bloody scratches on her skin, and thrust the lit match viciously onto her upper arm. Rena squirmed uncomfortably, watching and smelling her own skin and flesh burn with wide eyes.
Anger and disgust filled Mother’s eyes, her expression twisting into that of horrible rage. “Why don’t you cry, you little fucking monster? It hurts, doesn’t it, t, you you freak? Feel it, goddamn you.”
She couldn’t. She didn’t understand this “pain” that Mother wanted her feel. All she felt was discomfort as her skin wrinkled and twisted in the hot flame. Mother lit one after another, leaving ugly burn marks on her pale arm. Her skin cracked and red blood dripped down onto the floor. She observed, fascinated, as the dark red liquid left her body. She knew she was supposed to feel pain when she bled.
Mother laughed suddenly. She was growing tired of this. “You’re filthy. Come here.” She seized her thin wrist and half-dragged her out the door and into the bathroom.
Without even bothering to take off her clothes, she thrust Rena into the bathtub and turned on the showerhead.
The freezing water quickly turned scalding as Mother drenched her with it. Rena turned away from the spray, huddling at the bottom of the bathtub as most of the water hit the back of her neck and back. The heat was nearly unbearable. She hated when this happened. Her skin would flake and sometimes blister, and the itch that developed the next morning was agonizing.
“It’s all your fault! Your fault that he left me! You are a filthy piece of trash! If only you weren’t a disgusting freak, things would be better. But no. You have to be a fucking abomination!” she yelled continuously.
Rena trembled and tears began to form in her eyes. She was unwanted. She had tried so hard not to disappoint Mother. She did everything she told her to do, but in the end, Mother would throw her away.
She finally turned the faucet off and exited the room, grumbling, leaving Rena soaking wet in the tub.
She sobbed quietly.
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Of course. How could she have forgotten?
She walked slowly out of the dark alleyway, leaving a trail of blood and unconscious bodies behind her. She couldn’t move her right arm.
I'm the worthless trash.
She had tried to take away something precious to Black. She was stupid and blind. The way Black smiled softly when she held her son. She had every right to hit her, to look at her like that. It wasn’t the child’s fault, it was hers.
A monster didn’t belong with them.
But nonetheless, she was afraid. Afraid that Black hated her. Didn’t want her. Just like Mother.
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Sorry if any of them seem out of character at any point. Will upload next part if I have time tomorrow.
Also, I have not given up on my other fic (if any of you still remember lol). I'm just a lazy butt. :/
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Another fic about Black/Geki.... i totally love it..... it was so good and i enjoy every little part of it ! Reading fic about Geki is always fun and yeah.... dont know why, but i just love it :D
I can understand why Geki turn into a monster.... well maybe because of her sad past... with her Mother and all of those torture things. I feel bad for her, bearing all of those for no reason.
In a min of losing her mind, she got Black angry at her, Well that's understandable... Geki love Black, and she hates everything that hurt Black.... even her son.
She fights other ppl because that's the only thing she cans do.... to calm herself ...
However Geki realized it at the end that Black loves her son.... but she said she's a worthless trass, and a monster like her didnt belong to them... that's kinda hurt me.... she's not worthless at all... if her mother didnt treat her like that... haiz
She was affraid.... that Black would hate her... well dont know it yet... have to wait for ur update.
Ur fic is very interesting to me... I hope there will be more in the next part ^^
Thank u for ur fic ! Plz update sooooooonnnn :D ! Nice day !
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Man pretty darn dark start to this fic, Geki trying yo kill Black's son because he will end up 'trash' not only a harted coming from him but also a hatred of her own past.
And Geki afraid, not of any person to fight against but of the girl whose son she tried to kill, who she wants to love her......
looking forward to more!
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Hehe blackXgekikara continue!
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Poor Geki~ (http://forum.jphip.com/Smileys/default/mon_cry.gif)
Please update soon~ (http://forum.jphip.com/Smileys/default/mon_cute.gif)
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Poor Renachan...
Please update soon
Arígatou! :kneelbow:
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Heyyy! I like thisssss~! :D
Please do continue! I havent seen much Black x Geki about lately~!
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Thanks for the comments everyone! This part is kinda short.
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Black awoke with a start. She had fallen asleep, waiting for Gekikara to come back, and now her son was awake, crying for her attention. Cradling the child in her arms, she looked at the clock. 4:38 AM. The fine mist that was falling from the sky shortly after she returned from work had turned into quite a downpour. She searched the house, but there was no sign of her return.
After putting her child back to sleep, she sat down, head in her hands.
She had slapped her.
She stared at the offending hand, deeply regretting the impulsive action. She had looked so shocked. It was probably the only time she had ever hit her so forcefully.
She saw the news. Her previous partner had been arrested for armed robbery and murder. She knew Gekikara hated him. She berated herself for not taking notice of Gekikara’s insecurities before. She didn’t know what to do, witnessing her son almost die at the hands of someone she cared about.
She grabbed an umbrella from the closet and left the apartment.
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She wandered the dark street, looking in each alleyway for any sign of Gekikara. She even checked the store where they sold her favorite kind of melon bread. Her heart beat faster at the realization that it was likely she got in fight.
She wasn’t sure how long she had searched, but the rain had stopped, and sunrise was beginning to peek over the horizon. She wasn’t at any of the places she had expected her to be. This wasn’t going anywhere.
She took out her cellphone and searched through her contacts.
The phone rang a couple times before a sleepy and irritated sounding voice spoke up on the other side.
“…Black? …Goddammit it’s like 6 in the morning. You never call, and when you do, it’s at such an ungodly hour.”
“Shibuya? I need your help. I can’t find Gekikara,” she said quickly, ignoring Shibuya’s complaint.
“What? Are you sure she’s not just playing around somewhere?”
“I don’t know.”
“When did she go missing?”
“… She left yesterday morning.”
She heard Shibuya curse under her breath over the phone. “Why the hell didn’t you go look for her earlier?”
“I…” She didn’t need Shibuya to rub it in right now. Her own anger had taken longer than usual to disappear. And she hated herself for it.
“Yeah, yeah, you had work and your son and whatever else kind of shitty excuse you have. I’ll get the others to look around, too, so get off your irresponsible ass and look harder.” The phone cut off abruptly. She didn’t need any further prompting.
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It was near noon when they finally found her.
Black was searching the outskirts of the city with Dance, one of Shibuya’s former underlings. The young girl pranced purposely beside Black, cupping her hands around her mouth, yelling Gekikara’s name.
Her legs were beginning to protest the abuse, but she ignored it.
That was when she spotted her. A small, dark form was huddled under an overpass outside the city.
“Gekikara!!” Dropping her now useless umbrella with a clatter, she rushed over quickly, Dance trailing behind her.
She was curled up in a sitting position with her knees pulled to her chest, face buried into her left arm. Her other arm hung limply to her side.
Black knelt down beside her, shaking her shoulder. “Gekikara! Are you alright?”
She stirred slightly. “Bl..a..ck…?” She raised her head and looked at her, or rather through her, with half-lidded, glazed eyes. She grasped weakly at Black’s sleeve.
Black felt panic rising throughout her body. “What’s wrong? Gekikara?” She didn’t respond, and instead began mumbling incoherently as she slipped into delirium, her head drooping. Her skin was terribly pale, even for her, and her hair and face were drenched in rainwater and perspiration. Her forehead was burning hot.
“Call an ambulance!” she hissed to Dance, who was standing nervously behind her.
“Y-yes!” She fumbled through her pockets for her phone.
Black laid Gekikara gently on the ground. Her face was bruised and scratched. It was obvious that she had been in a fight. Her clothes were covered in blood. Using her bare hands, she ripped Gekikara’s thin jacket from the right shoulder down. Her arm was swathed in a dirty, ragged cloth, caked with dried blood. She carefully peeled the cloth away.
She nearly gagged as the putrid smell of rotting flesh hit her nose. There were numerous deep, jagged cuts in her arm, and her flesh was swollen with several different unhealthy colors. Red blisters were forming on her skin, and black blood and pus were oozing slowly out of the wounds. “What…”
Dance had made the poor decision of coming back to take a look after her call to the hospital, and was now doubled over, retching onto the concrete floor behind her. Black fought the urge to do the same.
Gekikara groaned, still mumbling, reaching blindly with her left arm. Black caught her hand and squeezed it, comforting her, or perhaps herself. “Gekikara, you’ll be okay, you hear me? Just hang on a little while longer.” Every second that it took for the ambulance to get there, she felt like her heart and throat were screaming at her.
She clutched her rosary and Gekikara’s hand in both hands, praying.
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gekikara :ptam-cry:
she'll be alright, right?
please continue :bow:
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Ahh, poor Gekikara is in such a bad way, I hope she comes through from this all right, well physically anyway, I think mentally things will take longer....
And Black, half-regreting her actions of slapping Geki, she knows how Geki feels about it all, her insecurties but also loves her son and Geki might well of killed him.....
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Gekikara :cry:
What happen actually??
Hope she will be ok
Please continue :bow:
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Okay, since I read this, I just wanted to cry. And still...I want to see Rena-chan suffer. Why? I dunno, maybe because I feel that Black should realize how Geki-chan is important to her, and feel the emptiness when Geki-chan's gone, or left her. I dunno~ ^^
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Gekiii!!! Please be ok!! (http://forum.jphip.com/Smileys/default/mon_cute.gif)
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It's lucky that Black didnt get angry at Geki... well instead ... she did really care for Geki
I can see that she regretted slapping Geki and really worried when Geki not coming home.
Geki..... hixx.. i hope she'll be ok.. plz be ok.... Lucky that they found her... or else it 's going to be worse ... her arm... she needs her arm to fight... and i also need her arm... because i want to see her fight :)
Thank for update ! Wait for ur next update, hope it will be soon ! ^^
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ndsflm,adnsfsdf omg sun... GEKIIIIII
Please be okay... Q A Q
please continue~~ :3
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GEKIBLACK! Please Update soon!
It's so messed up but so proper for the situation but its.... ahhhhh Geki don't die!!!!
This is so sad, I hope things work out after.
Reading about Geki's past and her abusive mother is just :cry:
I have been wondering while reading this... if the kid will be alright since Black kinda just
left home to go search for Geki and the kid is at home all alone....
Please update! Thanks :bow: :twothumbs :twothumbs
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Sorry this part is a little boring...
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Black sat down on the bench in the hospital’s hallway, her now bloody rosary still in her hands. Dance was dozing next to her.
Shibuya came storming towards them, through the hallway. Torigoya was following close behind her.
“You found her? How is she?” Shibuya asked them loudly, jolting Dance out of her sleep, causing her to fall almost comically to the floor.
Black tightened her grip on her rosary and said nothing. Dance decided to answer in her stead.
“She doesn’t seem to be doing too well. She had a high fever, and her arm looked nearly torn to pieces when we found her,” she ventured timidly.
Torigoya gasped, her hand flying to her mouth. “Is she okay?”
“We don’t know yet,” Black whispered.
Shibuya became even more irritated than before. Grabbing Black by the collar, she slammed her into the wall. “Damn you! You were supposed to be taking care of her! What would Yuko say if something happens to her?” she shouted angrily. “What the hell did you do anyway?! She wouldn’t have gotten in a fight if she wasn’t upset!”
Black was silent for a moment. “… I slapped her.”
Shibuya’s eyes widened. “You what?! You’re the person she trusts more than anyone else, and you fucking hit her?!” She raised her fist.
“Shibuya!” Torigoya put a restraining hand on her shoulder. “This is a hospital. Please. Yelling at her and hitting her isn’t going to change anything at this point.” She was wiser than she seems. Shibuya released Black reluctantly.
A middle-aged doctor came out of the ER, holding a clipboard and pen.
“Are you Miss Matsui’s friends?” he inquired. They nodded. Black could swear the sound of her palpitating heart was audible. She tried to steel herself.
“The wounds in her arm are seriously infected. The cuts are very deep and severed some of her muscles. The damage is too great, and before we can make further treatments, we have decided that her arm must be amputated in order to prevent blood poisoning and further spread of the infection. She is unconscious, so we will need the permission of a family member or guardian in order to proceed. Does she have any contacts?” he asked.
Black felt her breath hitch in her throat. The blood in her head pounded incessantly. She felt like her chest was caving in, and she found it hard to speak, until Shibuya, who looked equally in conflict, nudged her with her elbow.
“I-I’m her guardian,” she managed to say, though she heard her voice crack near the end.
The doctor looked at her dubiously, but knowing the urgency of the situation, handed the document over to her anyway. “Please just sign at the bottom of the form and we can begin surgery immediately.”
Black took the clipboard and pen from the doctor, hands shaking. “Is there no other way?” she asked quietly, voice thick.
The doctor shook his head. “I’m sorry, but we have to remove her arm, or she will die.”
Her vision grew blurry as she scrawled her name on the blank line. The doctor nodded and took the paper from her before disappearing down the long, white corridor.
She sunk back down on the bench, hunched over with her hands on her face, moisture seeping through her fingers.
Shibuya rammed her fist into the wall. “Shit!”
Dance was trying to support Torigoya, who looked like she was about to faint.
A nurse came running through the corridor. It was Sado. “I just heard from the other nurses that Gekikara was admitted to the ICU. What happened?” she asked, worried.
“G-gekikara-san is g-going to have her arm c-cut off!” Dance stammered, tears in the corners of her eyes. Even though she was never really close to her, she understood the gravity of the situation.
The confusion was evident on Sado’s face. “What? Why?”
“Because Black fucked up, that’s why,” Shibuya said through gritted teeth, a fire in her eyes. “She hit Gekikara, so she ran off and got in a fight.”
Sado picked up on the circumstance and Shibuya’s anger quickly. Her expression hardened. “Shibuya, calm down. You know Black wouldn’t have raised her hand without a reason.” She knelt down in front of Black. “Could you tell us what happened?”
Black wiped desperately at her face, shaking her head. “It was my fault, I shouldn’t have done that. I shouldn’t have lost control,” she said, voice still thick with tears.
Sado put a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Black, I won’t push you to tell us, but right now, you need to go back home and take care of your son. He’s the one that needs you right now. There’s nothing more you can do here. We will look over Gekikara, so please, go home and rest,” she urged.
“But…” she tried to protest.
“Go. It’s no help to anybody if you worried yourself to exhaustion here.” She turned to Dance and Torigoya. “Torigoya, you should go home, too. Shibuya and I will call you when the operation is over. It won’t take very long, so take this time to get something to eat, and tend to your son. Dance, could you accompany them home?”
Dance nodded vigorously, grabbing Black’s sleeve and tugging on it to indicate that she should follow her. Black staggered after her as they left the hospital with Torigoya in tow.
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Black could barely stomach her own food after feeding her son. Anxiety was eating away at her. Leaving the half-eaten bowl of rice on the kitchen counter, she watched as her son played on the floor, cellphone in her hand.
An hour after she had left the hospital, she felt the soft vibration she had been waiting for. After answering, she bundled up her child in her arms and slipped hastily out the door.
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She stared through the glass at Gekikara’s motionless form on the bed. The numerous machines beeping and buzzing around her made the atmosphere even more cold and lifeless than what she felt inside of herself. Her right arm was missing from about the middle of her upper arm. A doctor and a nurse were busy taking notes and blood samples.
Sado, Shibuya, and Torigoya, who had also come back, stood silently behind her.
The middle-aged doctor from before came into the room. “May I speak with Miss Kashiwagi, please?”
Black nodded, expressionless, and handed her son to Sado.
“This way.” The doctor led her out of the room.
Sado held the struggling child in her arms as Torigoya cooed over him, rubbing his head. Sado tensed up as she saw the purple bruises on his face.
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“The surgery was a success, but due to blood loss and infection, she entered what we believe to be septic shock during the procedure. The diagnosis has yet to be made, but if she does not regain consciousness in 48 hours, it is likely she has become comatose. Most comas last for several weeks, but it is very difficult to predict whether she will recover. It is quite a miracle that she is alive at all, looking at the complications.” The doctor sighed. “Once her condition has stabilized, you and your friends may use regular visiting hours to see her. We will also notify you immediately if there is any change.” He looked sympathetically at her.
Black bowed her head, stiffly. “I understand.”
The doctor nodded and left the waiting room. Black headed slowly back to where the others were, her mind and heart heavy. When she opened the door, Sado and Torigoya were inspecting the marks on her son’s face. Her lips pressed into a thin line.
Sado stared at her grimly. “Did Gekikara do this?” Her words cut the air like cold steel. Shibuya looked up from her place by the wall, the perpetual frown she seemed to be born with on her face.
Black shifted her gaze away for a moment before answering with a whispered, “Yes.”
“Why?” Torigoya questioned softly, setting him on the ground.
He toddled unsteadily over to Black, clutching the leg of her pants, crying, “Mama!” She lifted him up, and he began playing with her rosary.
“She said that he would grow up to be like his father and hurt me. She saw that he had been arrested on the news that morning. It must have angered her,” she explained with a subdued voice.
Sado stood by the glass, looking into the room that Gekikara was in. She scoffed. “Talk about karma.”
Black frowned. “Please. Please don’t say that,” she pleaded, moisture building in her eyes again.
Sado sighed unhappily. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to say that she deserved this. I guess she still doesn’t understand, does she?” She glanced sadly through the glass. “What did the doctor say?”
Black held her son closer to her. “… He said that Gekikara has likely fallen into a coma, and that they don’t know when she will wake up.”
There was sorrow in Sado’s eyes, but it seems she expected that answer. “Gekikara is stronger than she looks. She’ll be back up, asking for melon bread and curry in no time,” she said, smiling lightly, offering consolatory words. “I have to get back to work, but I’ll come and check on you guys later. Make sure to get some more rest.” She nodded at them before leaving the room.
“More like stupidly strong,” jibed Torigoya, peering through the glass. She dipped her head affirmatively, seemingly convinced. “Yup, she’ll be right as rain. Poor kid must have been terrified though,” she sympathized. “But he’s young and has your genes, so he’ll be a-okay, too! Anyway, I have work also, so catch you guys later!” She pranced out the door, messing up the child’s hair with a quick rub on the way.
Shibuya kicked off the wall, scratching the back of her head, abashed. “Man, I feel stupid. I’m sorry, Black. I guess I was a little hasty in judging,” she apologized. She looked seriously at her. “She should have known better, but she’s going to need you by her side when she wakes up. Even though she’s a tough nut, she relies on you.” She sighed. “I’m going to go check on Dance and make sure that idiot didn’t get lost somewhere.” She patted the child’s head affectionately. “Sorry our mad dog got to you, too, eh?” He stared at her, confused, Black’s rosary hanging partially out of his mouth. She chuckled before waving goodbye.
Black placed a hand on the glass. “Gekikara…” The life support machines beeped steadily.
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She went to the hospital every day that she could, occasionally taking Torigoya and/or Shibuya with her. Every week, she brought fresh flowers, even though she was never awake to see them. She felt as if a hole had opened up in her heart, and the void was threatening to consume the rest of her.
The others noticed the lack of life in her, but could do nothing but give her encouraging words. Nearly two months had passed without any sign of awakening.
“At this rate, she will proceed into a persistent vegetative state. The chances that she will recover will become much lower,” the doctor explained. There was a pause, and a sharp intake of breath. “You should prepare to make the choice whether you want to pull life support or not.”
“No.” Black raised her gaze to meet the doctor’s, fists clenched. “I don’t care how long it takes. I will wait,” she said flatly.
I still have to tell her that I’m sorry. That I love her.
The doctor nodded slowly. “I see.” He seemed troubled for a moment before adding, “If you like, we may extend your visiting hours to better fit your schedule.”
“… Thank you.” She bowed to the doctor. He left the room, and she turned back to Gekikara’s prone form, listening to the sounds of steady breathing misting the oxygen mask. Other than the buzzing machines, it was the only indication that she was still alive.
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sdjkfhsdlfdsf GEKI'S ARM... NOOOOOOOOO
OMG GEKI WAKE UP.... BLACK NEEDS YOU....
My creys... Q A Q
Please update soon!
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Man.. u r fast... but i love u for this :D
well ... Y DID U CUT OFF HER ARM ?????????? =((
NOOOOOOOOO, what will she do? How will she react once she wakes up and her arm is gone =.= ?
She's going to be crazy and think that she's officially worthless.... huhu u r so evilllll... u make her suffer all of those....
When will she wake up? No one knows, but i hope she'll wake up soon... to listen to Black's confession :D
But i still feel worried that Geki will avoid Black, because she doesnt want to border her... (just what i think it's going to be)
This is going to be tough for both of them... hope for the best :|
Thank u for updating ! Waiting for ur next update ! ^^
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WHY!!! why cut her hand.. :ptam-cry:
Gekikara pls wake up.. :pleeease:
Poor Black
thanks for update so soon..
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Geki lost an arm! :cry: Poor Geki....
I suppose that at least the others are not blaming Black for what happened to Geki after seeing her son, the only one who still seems to blame Blaci is herself...
But Geki is not waking up, Black don't take her off life support, like you say you need to talk to her, and she needs to talk to you!
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upfdate sooon ..
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Geki lost her arm and in a coma too?! (http://forum.jphip.com/Smileys/default/OMG.gif)
Please wake up!!! GEKII!!!! (http://forum.jphip.com/Smileys/default/pleeease.gif)
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Noooo!!!!! Gekikara's arm!!!!!!!!!
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OMG Noooo my Gekikara T___T How can she fight awesome fight now with her arm cut off. Well, on the bright side, she finally can drop the habit of biting nail of her right hand at least T___T
This fic is soooo good. But can you please make it ... uh ... a happy ending. Please T____T
I mean Geki had to go through so much already and I just hope for them at least have a good ending together.
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Wow~ I'm gone for a little and there are so many updates and new stories.
Your story is amazing. Poor Gekikara, she no longer has her right arm. Hope she wakes up soon.
She patted the child’s head affectionately. “Sorry our mad dog got to you, too, eh?” He stared at her, confused, Black’s rosary hanging partially out of his mouth.
Funny.
And Black, she's feeling guilty.
Hope you update soon. Thanks.
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Last part! Thanks for all the comments!
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Darkness…
She couldn’t see anything else. But it was somehow comforting, to be enveloped by shadows. By Black.
How long had she been wandering this void? She had no idea. She only knew that she had kept walking aimlessly, hoping to find something, though she wasn’t sure exactly what she was looking for.
After what could have been hours, days, or even years, she found something.
She felt her feet hit liquid. She stopped her incessant march, looking down. A strangely familiar red entered her weak vision. She reached down into the sea, staining her hands crimson. A twinge of joy sparked her dull senses, and she could see her field of vision widen until her previously darkened view was replaced with deep red, spreading in every direction.
She brought her hand to her mouth, tasting the metallic flavor stuck to her nails. She sloshed through the heavy liquid, towards the small speck she had noticed in the distance.
A figure was kneeling in the vast sea, its back turned to her. She recognized it immediately.
She rushed forward, willing her dragging feet to move.
Black! She shouted with a soundless voice. She strained her lungs, but she could not hear that word come from her mouth.
The blood splashed in wide circles around her as she neared Black. However, the moment she reached her, an invisible wall seemed to be in the way. She tried to stretch out her bloody hands, but they met resistance. Black! Black!! She pounded the barrier with her fists, frustrated.
The kneeling figure suddenly rose, as if she had heard Gekikara’s silent cries, and turned to face her.
In her arms was the small, broken form of a child, perfectly still. Red tears were running from her lifeless eyes, dripping into the vast sea.
Gekikara froze, shock running through her body. Black? She mouthed.
Black clutched the child closer to her bosom, a pained expression crossing her face.
Out of nowhere, another figure materialized next to Black.
Yuko-san?!
Yuko placed a hand on Black’s shoulder, squeezing it. Then, she looked straight at Gekikara with an unreadable expression.
“It’s your fault,” she said, in a voice that sounded nothing like Yuko’s. It sounded garbled, like she had spoken through a broken machine, but the words themselves were clear.
Those words hit her like a sledgehammer, and dismay began to set in. She tried harder to reach them, but the invisible wall was unyielding. Yuko shook Black gently, turning around with her, and began to lead her away.
No! Wait! Yuko-san! Black! Please! I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to! Please! Please don’t leave me! She tried to shout, anything to get their attention, but no sound came from her throat. The blood at her feet swirled around her, gaining speed. She punched uselessly at the barrier before her.
For a moment, Yuko turned back around, only to point at Gekikara’s arm, before continuing on her way with Black. Confused, she glanced at her right hand. Her eyes widened in alarm, as her arm turned into a twisted, ugly horror, her skin turning black.
She stumbled backwards, startled, nearly falling. The swirling red sea reached up to grab her with crimson hands that mirrored her own, rooting her in place as they slowly dragged her down. Fear embedded itself in her heart as she watched Black’s and Yuko’s forms fade away, leaving her behind.
She reached outward with her remaining arm, trying to cry out, but she became lost under the churning blood, washed over by the color red until she could no longer see.
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She woke up to the sound of rapid beeping. The hand that she had been holding stiffened under hers.
“Gekikara?” she ventured, groggily. Her eyes widened in awareness when she saw that Gekikara’s eyes had snapped open. She was hyperventilating, and the machines around her were growing increasingly noisy.
She scrambled for the nurse call button, and after pressing it quickly, she turned her attention to Gekikara, attempting to awaken her. She called her name, but her pupils were dilated, unresponsive.
Within a minute or so, the nurses, including Sado, rushed in, ushering Black out of the room. “Please wait outside for the moment while we assess the situation!”
Black felt her own breathing speed up as she anxiously tried to sort out her feelings. Was she awake? Or did her situation turn out for the worse?
Her heart beat faster and faster as she suddenly heard a commotion from inside the room. Sado came out, looking overwhelmed.
“She’s awake.”
Those words almost froze her thoughts as she nearly ran past Sado into the room.
The nurses were currently restraining a struggling Gekikara as she tried, weakly, to get off the bed.
“Gekikara!” she shouted.
Her head snapped in Black’s direction, hazy eyes widening, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. The nurses let go of her, and she ripped the oxygen mask off, gasping. “Bla..ck…” She reached towards her.
Black rushed forward, wrapping her arms around Gekikara. She grabbed at Black’s shirt desperately, sobbing into her chest. Sado and the other nurses left the room, leaving them alone.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Black. Please, please don’t leave me. Please don’t throw me away,” she cried hoarsely, her voice thin from disuse. She mumbled apologies as fast as she could.
“Rena,” she said softly, cupping Gekikara’s face in her hands. The sound of her real name effectively stopped her rambling. “Stop. You’re just as precious to me as my son is. I would never throw you away,” she continued gently. She kissed her forehead, the tears on her cheeks, and then her lips, fleetingly.
She stared into her eyes, seeing the remnants of fear and doubt still present there. “But… I’m broken…” she whispered, loosening her grip on Black’s clothes to touch her right shoulder. More tears flooded forth.
Black shook her head furiously before staring back into her almond-shaped eyes. “No. That doesn’t matter. Even if you had lost all your limbs, you are still perfect to me. I will never abandon you or leave you.” she said fiercely, wrapping her arms around Gekikara’s neck, pulling her close.
“Really?” she asked timidly, face buried in Black’s shoulder.
“Yes,” she replied, resolute. “I love you.” She tightened her hold.
These words seem to comfort her as Black felt her tensed shoulders slacken, and she quietly emptied the rest of her tears into Black’s shirt. She remained with Gekikara in her arms until she heard the muffled sniffling turn into steady breathing.
Sado, leaning against the door outside, smiled to herself. Seems like even the great Gekikara has something she is afraid of.
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“Her muscles are atrophied from being bed-ridden for so long, so she will have to stay in the hospital awhile longer for rehabilitation, as well as to help her accommodate for her missing arm. The loss of a limb often becomes traumatic, but it seems she will manage,” the doctor explained, a knowing smile touching his lips.
Black nodded, thinking back to how gaunt Gekikara looked compared even to her usual self.
The doctor put a more serious expression on his face and looked back at his clipboard. “We managed to find some past records for Miss Matsui, and it seems that she was diagnosed with congenital analgesia as a child. In other words, she is insensitive to pain. She was supposed to be coming in for regular check-ups, but other than a few sporadic visits because of heavy injuries, the latest being about a half a year ago, she hasn’t been coming at all,” he looked up at Black for a moment before continuing, “It is very important that she come in at least once every few weeks so that we can check for any problems that go unnoticed. Also, if you suspect she has any internal injury, she should be brought here immediately. I trust that you will look to her needs,” the doctor said, smiling again.
Black knew that Gekikara didn’t really feel pain, but had no idea that it was a legitimate disorder. It concerned her a little.
After the counsel with the doctor, she headed towards Gekikara’s room, her son trotting beside her. She entered, witnessing Gekikara chewing happily on a piece of melon bread that Sado must have given her.
Gekikara whipped her head towards the door, starry-eyed. “Black!” she cried joyfully, but she seemed to sink back a little when she noticed the small boy enter the room behind her, hiding behind her legs.
Black sat down on the empty chair next to the bed, lifting her son up to her lap, where he settled comfortably, gazing intently at Gekikara.
“Are you feeling better now?” she inquired.
Tearing her eyes away from the child, she answered, “Un. I feel little weak and I was nauseous, but Sado gave me some melon bread, so I feel better,” smiling a little. “It’s really weird not having my arm though, and sometimes, I feel like it’s still there, even though it’s not.” She waved the stump a little for emphasis.
Black watched as Gekikara’s gaze shifted back to her son, who was now amusing himself with trying to pry her fingers apart from each other.
“Would you like to hold him?” she asked abruptly.
Gekikara glanced at her, shocked. She was silent, uncertain, but eventually, she gave her a quick nod.
Black got up from her seat, son in her arms, and set him gently down on Gekikara’s lap so that he was facing her. The child stared curiously up at Gekikara, blinking slowly. “He’s bigger than I last remember,” she observed. He clutched her shirt with both hands.
“Rena?” he said suddenly.
The unexpected mention of her name caught them both completely by surprise, but Gekikara visibly relaxed, at least a little, and hesitantly touched his back, before growing bolder and rubbing it in gentle circles. He pressed his head to her body, humming happily into her shirt.
Black felt her heart flutter as she watched them, feeling long-lost relief and peace wash over her.
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Five months later, Gekikara was finally let out of the hospital.
Shibuya and Torigoya accompanied her as she went to the hospital to bring her home. Gekikara occasionally wobbled unsteadily as they walked home, perhaps feeling unbalanced by the missing weight on her right side, but it didn’t seem to bother her much as she chatted animatedly with Shibuya and Torigoya.
When they reached the apartment door, they parted ways, saying their goodbyes. Gekikara stepped into the entryway, taking a deep breath through her nose, inhaling the familiar scent.
“I’m home,” she whispered.
The pattering of small feet could be heard as Black’s son came running out haphazardly into the hallway, nearly stumbling.
“Mama! Rena!” he rammed into Gekikara’s legs, nearly toppling her over, if Black hadn’t been right behind her.
“Hey! Be careful!” Black chided.
He sat on the floor, small body winded, and Black picked him up, carrying him into the living room with Gekikara following behind. Setting on him on the couch, she moved into the kitchen.
“I need to get dinner ready,” Black said, pulling various items from the refrigerator.
“Okay,” Gekikara replied. She sat down on the couch next to Black’s son, turning on the TV. He climbed onto her lap, settling there.
Black looked out from the kitchen, observing as Gekikara rested her head on top of the child’s, engrossed in some anime that was airing. She smiled.
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Black watched, somewhat amused, as Gekikara struggled with her chopsticks, willing her left hand to be as coordinate as her right hand was. Her son, who saw Gekikara with her chopsticks, wanted to use them too, and was now trying to pick up his food with one stick in each hand. It was like watching World War II happen at the kitchen table, with the amount of food ending up flying around.
Shortly, he gave up and switched back to his spoon, while Black ended up feeding an embarrassed Gekikara.
“I can do it myself,” she protested.
“You’re making a mess of the table. And besides, you should let me spoil you for now,” she said with a tender smile, causing Gekikara to blush bashfully.
Her son eyed the cabbages in his bowl, sticking his tongue out in disgust. “Gross,” he said curtly.
“Eat your vegetables. They are good for you,” Black scolded. “And you.” She glared accusingly at Gekikara. “Eat your meat.” She stuck a piece of chicken at her face, trying to get her to eat it, but she scrunched up her face like her son, and leaned as far away as she could from the offending object dangling at the end of her chopsticks.
Black sighed, rubbing her temples. Perhaps she had two kids, not one.
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After cleaning up the dishes and bathing, all three sat in the living room, watching a marathon of Gekikara’s favorite anime. It wasn’t long before Black’s son nodded off, sleeping in between the two, head resting on Black’s side.
Turning off the TV, she carefully lifted him up, setting him inside the white crib. She watched as Gekikara kissed his forehead affectionately. “Good night,” she added, grinning widely.
Suddenly struck by the glow in her heart, Black pulled Gekikara close and kissed her gently, tasting the soft lips she had missed for so long.
Black rested her forehead against Gekikara’s, staring into her large brown eyes, before Gekikara leaned in, asking for a deeper kiss.
It felt almost too short, as they separated again, and lay facing each other on the bed. Black enveloped Gekikara’s delicate body in her arms, drawing her nearer.
“Is it okay if I just hold you for tonight?” she whispered as Gekikara returned the hug, gripping the back of her shirt.
I just want to feel your warmth.
“Un,” she nodded, uncharacteristically shy. She snuggled closer, burying her face in Black’s chest, where her scent was the strongest. She sighed in contentment.
Stay by my side forever.
Soon, she fell into a peaceful sleep, accompanied by the steady rhythm of Black’s heartbeat.
So this is what love is.
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I suck at the fluff parts...
This is one of my all-time favorite pairings, so I hope you guys enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it! :D
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HAPPY ENDING!!!! Black X gekikara :wub: :wub:
pls write more stories for them!! :twothumbs
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wowwwwww..
a very goood story pls write more about them!!!
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Very lovely ending..
hope to read your new story soon
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Black watched, somewhat amused, as Gekikara struggled with her chopsticks, willing her left hand to be as coordinate as her right hand was. Her son, who saw Gekikara with her chopsticks, wanted to use them too, and was now trying to pick up his food with one stick in each hand. It was like watching World War II happen at the kitchen table, with the amount of food ending up flying around.
Shortly, he gave up and switched back to his spoon, while Black ended up feeding an embarrassed Gekikara.
“I can do it myself,” she protested.
“You’re making a mess of the table. And besides, you should let me spoil you for now,” she said with a tender smile, causing Gekikara to blush bashfully.
Her son eyed the cabbages in his bowl, sticking his tongue out in disgust. “Gross,” he said curtly.
“Eat your vegetables. They are good for you,” Black scolded. “And you.” She glared accusingly at Gekikara. “Eat your meat.” She stuck a piece of chicken at her face, trying to get her to eat it, but she scrunched up her face like her son, and leaned as far away as she could from the offending object dangling at the end of her chopsticks.
Black sighed, rubbing her temples. Perhaps she had two kids, not one.
I like this part~ (http://forum.jphip.com/Smileys/default/nya.gif)
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The dinner part is funny ^^
The child and Gekakara are so cute together!
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aww..i love happy ending :mon inluv:
finally gekikara found her happiness..her love.. :deco:
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This is so cute... (> 3 <)
Did Black's son call Geki Mama? (O c O)
Do write more please!! kdsfhasldf
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:hee: this is great!
What a overwhelming fic...
Gekikara is loved by her friends that cares about her but
what matter the most is that Black loves her and will never leave her
even if she is "broken"...
What a great fic!
Arígatou! :kneelbow:
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Thanks for reading my story, guys! I'll definitely write more if I have the time and inspiration, lol.
@ShibuyaDokiDoki: No, he wasn't calling her mama, but was just addressing Black and then Gekikara.
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Aww a happy Ending, Geki recovered and through that recovery, she found out that she is loved, evn though she oly has one arm now she is still loved, and also that Black's son isnot just going to be the man his 'father' is!
And Black found the courage to say how she really felt to Geki, that whatever anyone else thought about her to Black she was never Broken, and thaty she loved her!...... Even if it was like having another kid sometimes! :lol:
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Although it's fast pace, this is one great story. I totally love your writing ^^ And thanks so much for that happy ending. I squealed at the dining table scene. Please definitely write more sometimes ^^
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Awesome story :twothumbs
Rena being fed is just *faints* SOOOOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUUUTE! I love it!
Wish Rena still had her arm though.... but then, where would the love be if she still had it~ :lol:
Hahahahaha~ Thanks for the story! It was great :yep:
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Kinda sad seeing this fic end, but oh well, it gave me butterflies in my stomach. It's really good, I loved the part where Black is feeding Gekikara. It's nice that their back to normal though, they now look like such a happy family, its really cute.
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My God, I almost cried with Geki, poor, lost an arm :ptam-cry:
but Black love her anyway, just like any love should be :luvluv1:
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This os is really well written
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I READ YOUR WORK
IT'S AWESOME
ACTUALLY I'M FAN OF BLACKGEKIKARA
CAN YOU MAKE BURAGEKI BUT A LITTLE BIT FUNNY
PLEASE
I WILL WAIT
I LOVE YOUR FANFIC
I HOPE YOOU SEND ME MESSAGE
THANK YOU VERY MUCH
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Just read ur fic... short but sweet!! :)
Must admit that I was close to tears in certain parts... such a wonderful relationship :)
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Omg t-t-this IS SOOOO CUTE~~~!!!!<3<3<3
I want to hold Yuki's son too X-(
Anyways...........errr..........nice ff or one-shot......wait!....this is not a one-shot.....
WHATEVER!!!!!!
I'm not gonna give a single cookie cuz of that...........i think
and again nice......ehh......thingy~!<3 :)
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very sweet story there... between Black and Geki
Black's son seems to like Rena a lot... even saying Mama Rena....
Very good fic there... thank you
Hope to see more of your creation
:twothumbs :twothumbs :twothumbs
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Even this fanfic has been ended long time
I hope a comment from this new reader was still accepted :P
Love how the scene described :cathappy:
Interaction between Black n Geki and also those rappappa. story looked depressed at first, but gladly it ended with a really sweet touch. Happy to see them get well again :wub:
I would love to read ur other creation in the future, if u r planning to make one(s) :cathappy: thanks~
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This is great! I like your fic so much :twothumbs
You should write more!
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Sad story almost make me cry :(
but in the end is happy end and lovely ...
feel like this story healing me
Thank you so much for this great work!
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(sniffs) :cry:
poor gekikara, i understand her motive for doing it but her way was still wrong..
still in the end, its okay. Thanks for a great fic! :twothumbs
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I know that it has been a long time since this story finished, but i just read this story now, so let me make a simple comment. "I love it very much", the story was very cute, and the dark part is well done, thank you for make this amazing story
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waaaahahaaaaa
this story was good
:thumbsup :thumbsup :thumbsup