Children of Organization XIII 6

Clow supressed a smile. "Oh dear."
Eriol watched Clow. He somehow seemed slightly different then before.

 

"Sadly though.. looking back at that.. I think I should have just let her live."
"How'd she get hypothermia?"
Atrum's face went blank, "Classified."
"What was her name?"
"Classified."

 

"Great. Now she sounds like Mikuru Asahina from 'The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya'." Eriol said, sighing.
"Don't tell me you actually WATCHED that crap?" Clow pulled a face.

 

"Do you think I give a sh!t!?" Atrum said grabbing her head.
Juxta grabbed her head too and dropped to her knees.

 

Eriol turned and looked at Juxta. "You okay?!"
Clow simply glared at Eriol.

 

"Atrum what are you doing?!"
Atrum dropped to her knees as well, "I don't know but whoever's doing it must be keeping it classified..."
Eventually Juxta right eye glowed and she passed out.
Atrum was still holding her head.

 

Eriol caught Juxta and held her close. "Fuuck."
Clow looked at Atrum. "Do you think someone might just be trying to control you?"

 

"I-I-I-II don't k-k-k-know.." Atrum said passing out.

 

Clow caught her and picked up her. Warping away, he dragging Eriol with him.

 

Juxta warped as Atrum was warped.
Atrum's face was filled with pain as she was passed out.

 

Clow appeared on a hill.
Eriol appeared and looked around. "Where are we?"
Clow didn't answer. Putting Atrum down, he walked away.
"HEY!"
"Wait here."

 

Juxta's hand started shaking.

 

Eriol glared at the back of Clow's head then hugged Juxta tighter. Holding her hands, he watched her.

 

Eventually Juxta's hands stopped shaking and her head flopped to the side.

 

Eriol kissed her cheek, watching her.

Clow entered an old building. It was collasping from years of vacancy. Walking along the corridors, he stopped at a door.

 

Atrum started having a seizure.

 

Eriol shifted over to Atrum and put his hand on her forehead. Using cura, he kept an eye on Juxta.

 

Atrum eventually stopped.
Juxta's head started shifting slightly and managed to speak, "Is someone there? It's so dark..."

 

Eriol sighed in relief then looked at Juxta. "Its okay. Its only me." He smiled.

Clow walked into an old lab. Opening a cabinet, he took out a notebook. "My REAL notebook."

 

"Who? Where are you?" Juxta said shaking. "Are you the one who is stabbing me?"