Children of Organization XIII 6

"No... it was my choice..." Erix hugged her.

 

Ximyu didn't move, she just stayed there motionless.b

 

Alenx kissed Croma lightly.

 

Erix kissed her head. "I have to go."

 

Ximyu eventually manged to speak out, "I might see you soon."

 

Erix hugged her. He vanished.

 

Ximyu stayed the same way for a few minutes, then she sat up.

 

Croma smiled at him.

Eriol watched Atrum. "Hey, Clow can't kill himself. He would kill me in the process."
"So you could understand us both." Clow muttered.
"Yeah. I just knew what you were saying." Eriol said, looking at Clow.
Clow shapeshifted again. This time, he looked like his normal human self. He looked over his shoulder at Eriol. "Fasinating a fact there."
"But why would you want to die in the first place?" Eriol asked him.
Clow smiled, back to his cheery self. "You never read that book I gave you, did you?"
Eriol blinked. "Uh... No..."

 

Atrum stopped, "I know that.. don't think I didn't." she said at her normal tone wiping her eyes.

 

"Read it." Clow made quotation marks with his fingers.
Eriol pulled out the book and opened it, looking through it. Small paragraphs were dotted around the main part was drawings. Some of the nature around, animals and flowers. "Whats that?" He asked, pointing to a bird.
Clow smiled. "A Blue Tit."
Eriol laughed slightly and turned the page, staring at one picture.

 

ooc: is that the name of a real bird?

Atrum remained silent watching the two.

 

OOC: yeah, its a comman bird in england.
BIC:

Clow smiled, looking at the picture. "I really love this one. I'm glad I drew it."
Eriol blinked. It was a picture of Atrum, in mid-training. It was like a picture had been taken of her. "You're a good artist.""Ever wondered why you were so good either?" Clow smiled more.

 

Atrum's form kept flashing from her's to Juxta's every now and then.

 

Clow looked at Atrum. "That was when I first saw you. I drew it and was gonna show it to you but you ran off then attacked me. I never had the chance."
Eriol turned over the page again. Flicking through, more drawings of Atrum appeared every so often.

 

Atrum sighed, "I'm not exactly the brightest bulb on the tree when it comes to emotions."

 

"Doesn't matter really." Clow smiled at her.
"Look who's Sir Happy-go-fuucking-lucky."

 

"If you think this is bad, you should have seen him when he saw a Schaus Swallowtail butterfly that landed on his forehead when he was reading 'The life of the Tasmanian Tiger.' Atrum said teasingly, "He looked as though he had just solved world hunger."

 

Eriol fell off the bed, laughing hard.
Clow rolled his eyes. "Very funny Eriol." He looked back at Atrum. "How'd you know that? That was before I met you."

 

"No it wasn't, that was the day I came over asking for a spoon and you gave me a fork." Atrum replied looking down at Eriol.

 

"Why would you need a spoon? Why would I have given you a fork? I honestly don't remember that." Clow asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because I was spacing out that day. It was hot and I space out a lot when it's hot." Eriol replied to him, still on the floor.