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Gingka's Deceit - Chapter 3

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Chapter 3 - Waking Darkness


Darkness.

It was all he saw when he closed his eyes, and he hated it.

Any open darkness was enough for him to just handle without beginning to panic, but feeling closed in like he was a doll inside a duck-tape sealed box horrified him to the core of his soul, and always caused him to panic.
That's when he always saw the walls closing in, and the whispers in his head that drove him to the point of insanity and took away all hopes of escape from his being.
But then the lights would turn on, and everything would be fine.
It was a phobia he was born with, ever since he was little had been unable to go in the closet and fight the monsters that didn't exist, nor was he ever able to go into the basement of the small house he lived in with his parents, he could never go into the back shed with its spiders and creepy crawlers that lurked.
He even refused to head to the bathroom whenever the power went out during windstorms without some source of light.
He hated admitting his weakness of claustrophobia, and he also hated admitting that he still slept with a nightlight, no matter where he went.

Zyro could easily tell Madoka as he stayed at the B-Pit, and she would leave some sort of light on for him so that he felt more secure, but he couldn't even admit it to any of his closest friends back in his home town that he had claustrophobia.
For years he had just faked it, breathing deeply whenever the power went out at school or staying by the windows in the classroom for light.
If he ever told anyone, they may think he was weak, use it against him and break him down into nothing; above all things, he didn't want anyone using his weakness as their shield.
Sighing, the ginger-ravenette sat up in bed, a ray of his nightlight on the left hand wall shining beside the bed of the guest bedroom.
The cold air night air of the room hit his exposed arms, since he merely wore a tank top and boxers to sleep in on warm nights like this.

Tired blue eyes looked towards the window in the room, which was cracked open the slightest bit so that some air could be let in as it was dry a cotton; he honestly hated hot nights like this the most out of anything.
Though it was almost summer, so it was reasonable for it to be this hot in the middle of the night.
It also meant that that the days once be longer and the nights shorter, but that was necessarily a benefit for him as the light would remain a bit longer. Unlike his nightlight which was currently flickering in and out of light and darkness like someone trying to escape unconsciousness.
Zyro's blue eyes looked in near panic towards the dying night light, a pleading look on his face as he watched it carefully.

"Come on.. Don't give out on me now.." He pleaded in his mind as though it could hear him, watching as the light dimmed and flickered fluently like a candle flame in the breeze.
Another flicker, and Zyro's fingers began to twitch, holding both of his hands together to keep them still.
Another flicker, and the light went out completely.
Zyro waited for it to come back, hoping that it was just a minor thing and it would relight itself. He waited for several moments, clinging to the moonlight that poured in through his window as his last resort.
Zyro sighed, accepting that the nightlight he had used since he came to Metal Bey had finally gone out. Postponing his shaking self, Zyro threw the blankets off of his body, his boxers somewhat sticking to his thighs from the sweat caused by the blankets he had over himself.
Stretching himself out a bit, Zyro got up and rubbed his eyes, heading for the door while he still clung to the moonlight in the room.
Hopefully Madoka had some small light bulbs for night lights somewhere in the B-Pit, though he couldn't even imagine where she would keep them if she did.

Taking hold of the door handle, Zyro braced himself and clung to the light from his window, mentally taking a piece of it and storing it with him to keep his mind together as much as possible.
With shaking hands did the ginger-ravenette open the door, the darkness of the hallway meeting him and stepping out into the rest of the building.
Zyro clung to the shard of moonlight that he had mentally within his grasp, desperately trying not to let the darkness get to him as he looked both ways down the hallway. Only one way had light in that direction, which came from a window at the edge of the hall; needless to say, Zyro went towards it.
He didn't know if this way had anything in it at all, but all he wanted was to cling to the light, to ignore the darkening halls that slowly began to close in around him.

One.

He took a deep breath in, a deep breath out, one hand on the wall next to him as he counted in his mind, focusing on breathing evenly and keeping his balance.

Two.

Its okay, there's nothing to freak out about.
Its going to be fine, you're going to be fine. Just focus on deep breathing, and it'll be fine.

Three.

He could feel the walls closing in behind him, but it wasn't time to worry about that, it was going to be fine, nothing was going to happen. He could withstand the darkness.

Four.

He could do this, he wasn't a scared child anymore who was afraid that there were monsters under the bed and in the closet.
It was okay.

Five-

A sound.

Zyro, focusing on breathing deeply and the light ahead of him, listened closely as he heard a faint sound from ahead, coming from one of the rooms. Walking steadily, making sure not to focus on the closing walls behind him, the feeling of something gnawing at his heels and crawling along his back like an arachnid slowly coming onto him and making him shiver, though he kept his pace.
The ginger-ravenette soon realized that the sound was coming from the bathroom on this floor, the light from the room showing faintly through the door.
What was that sound?
It sounded like something falling into a bowl of water, but frequently. He waited, breathing deeply and still counting.

Seven.

It had stopped for a moment, and then it was there again, like something that was neither a liquid nor a solid falling into a bowl of water and splashing.
Was someone.. Vomiting in there?
With a shaking body did Zyro walk a little ways further down the hall, the darkness creeping up on him and making everything around him begin to close in.

Deep breaths.

Nine.

Inhale.

Exhale.

Ten.

Zyro nearly jumped when he heard the bathroom door unlock, though just stood there breathing as he heard the toilet flush, a moment passing before he heard the doorknob turn; upon instinct did Zyro back away from the doorway, his breathing faltering for a moment and the walls closing in around him before he found it again.
The door opened on him, the light in the bathroom still on and outlining the silhouette of a familiar, and older blader.

"Zyro?.." Gingka questioned, clearing his throat slightly as his eyes adjusted to the darkness once more.
Zyro's shoulders calmed when he saw the redhead, who was in turn dressed in a tank top and sweatpants to sleep in - how he managed with the temperature, Zyro would never know.
"Oh, hey Gingka.." Zyro said out of relief, clinging to the light from the bathroom and from the window that wasn't to far away, "What are you doing up?.."
Gingka smiled kindly, shrugging softly. Surprisingly, he still wore his scarf around his neck - apparently this guy could withstand a lot of heat.
"I just had to go to the washroom.." Gingka said, clearing his throat once more, "Its no big deal.. What about you?" Zyro faltered for a moment, counting in his head still as he ignored the walls closing in behind and around him.
"Well.. I was just looking for something... That's all." Zyro said plainly, feeling bad for not admitting the truth to him, "Also.. I wanted to ask you something.."

Gingka had a look of slight confusion on his face, and listened intently. "What did you mean by what you said yesterday?.." Zyro asked, "I've been meaning to ask, but I never got the chance.." Gingka looked at the younger blader for a moment, completely silent with a paniced look behind his eyes that Zyro didn't notice in the dark.

".. I left that for you to find out on your own.." Was all Gingka said, averting his eyes away from the Zyro and a saddened feeling entering him as he did.
"Well, okay, if you insist..." Zyro said in a down tone, focusing inertly to fight away the feeling of a thousand knives diving into his back from behind; don't let it show, don't let him know you're weakness.

"Hey, Zyro.." Gingka said softly, blue eyes wandering up into golden-brown ones with kindness pouring through them, "Here."
Gently did Gingka take Zyro's arm around the elbow, his hand slowly leading up to his hand that left a tingling sensation in Zyro's arm - Gingka's body temperature felt a colder for some reason. With a gentleness that just somehow came with his nature, Gingka held Zyro's palm up, and placed something small that had been in his own other hand in the center of it.
"Something tells me you're gonna need this." Gingka's touch left Zyro's shivering skin like a ghost, his touch hypnotic and strange that Zyro couldn't recognize it.
With wide blue eyes did Zyro look at what Gingka gave him, and saw in his palm a tiny light bulb for his nightlight.
With confusion and shock, Zyro looked up to the redhead.

"Uuhh..." The ginger-ravenette sputtered out in a dumbfounded tone. All Gingka did was smile, a smile that warmed the hearts of so many people that it was captivating.

"Don't worry," Gingka said with a kind reassurance, "You're secret's safe with me."

With those words, Gingka turned around and walked away down the short distance of the hallway towards his room.
"Wait, how did you-" Zyro began to say, before Gingka spoke over his shoulder.
"I have my ways.." Was the words he spoke before he headed back into his room on the left right hand side.
Zyro completely forgot about the walls that were closing in upon him looking down at the hope he had to survive the darkness for the rest of the night.
How Gingka knew about his claustrophobia, he had no idea - but he was honestly thankful that he did.
Zyro hurried back to his room, ignoring the creeping walls that reached out to him and barely grabbing the back of his shirt before he hurried into the guest bedroom and closed the door on the creeping walls.
Zyro sighed in relief that he was out of those torturing halls, and walked over to his highlight which hung plugged into the wall.
With a tired cloud over him, Zyro unplugged the dead nightlight, sitting down on the edge of his bed as he unscrewed the warm light bulb from it, and tossed it into the waste bin near his bed.
A yawn overtook the boy before he screwed in the cold, unused light bulb into the socket, making sure it was in there good and tight before he plugged it back into the wall. Since it was already switched to on, it shone brightly just like new and made the young blader feel more safe and secure than he had.
To have that secure light was something he might die for, just to feel safe like he always had in his mother's arms.

The worries he had had disappeared from his mind, his shoulders relaxed from the tense state that they had been in, and his eyes were free of the fear that had sought to consume him.
He never let it happen, even if sometimes his phobia did get the best of him he sought control of it. For several minutes did Zyro just look at the nightlight, its gleam so welcoming that he could get lost in it for eternity and never wish to go back.
Gingka had helped him again, he had - perhaps unknowingly - saved Zyro from being caved in within his mind, hearing the voices speaking to him and draining away all color from his world and leaving him in blackness.
But that didn't happen - hopefully it wouldn't any time soon. With reassurence that he was safe from all creatures of the night, Zyro climbed back into bed and brought the covers up to his neck. His breathing finally softened, no longer making him feel dizzy as he had before with the amount of oxygen he may have been letting out.
Gingka really was a kind-hearted blader, just like everybody said.. Maybe the two could be good friends.. But there something that he jst couldn't get out of his mind no matter how hard he tried. What was Gingka doing in the bathroom?
And was he really okay as he said he was?.....

The next day came with warm temperatures, warm enough for everyone to have their fans going in their houses as they went through the day.
Zyro had actually gotten up that morning, gone downstairs subconsciously while Madoka was making breakfast with Maru and stuck his head in the freezer.
Both of the Bey Mechanics had tried to pull Zyro from the freezer, but he stayed stuck in there (quite literally) for a good half hour; Madoka even shoved a plate past his arm and put his breakfast in there for him to eat so that he wouldn't starve. Gingka came down after awhile as well, and stood in the kitchen with Madoka and Maru watching as Zyro ate his breakfast while still having his head stuck in the freezer.
"How long as he been in there?.." Gingka whispered almost awkwardly to the brunette beside him. "A half hour at least.." Madoka whispered back, Maru simply staring at Zyro for who knows how long now.
"I get its hot and all, but it's not that hot.." Gingka stated as he looked at
Zyro with a weird expression, then looking over at Madoka, "Is it? 'Cause I really can't tell." Madoka glanced over at the redhead with a weird expression as well, before looking back to Zyro. Gingka simply sighed.
"I'll get 'em out.." The redhead, scarf waving freely behind him, walked up to the young blader that had stuck his head in the freezer; he himself put his face into the freezer door as much as he could before he began speaking.

"Zyro, the freezing cold is actually a lot worse than the scorching heat," He explained, "By keeping your head and arms in there, it'll give you hypothermia and virtually freeze you in there. If you get hypothermia in there and can't pull yourself out, it'll eventually spread to the rest of your body and you may or may not eventually develop frostbite. If you get frostbite you have to get various parts of your body removed, leaving you totally useless and unable to fend or do things for yourself. You may still be there, but you will no longer be able to move ever again and be stuck in a position that you do not want to be in for the rest of your life, which also means that you will never Beyblade again."

"WHAT?!"

Gingka jumped when Zyro shouted in his ear, stumbling back and blinking rapidly several times. If that hadn't gotten Zyro out of the freezer, than nothing would've - and it did. The ginger-ravenette had pulled himself out of there at sonic speed, his face paler than it had been before (Maru could have sworn she saw icicles in his nostrils), and he actually started shaking.
"I'm gonna go warm my face now!" With that, Zyro ran off to elsewhere in the building to warm himself up.
"Did you just use science to get him out of the freezer?.." Maru asked in awe as Gingka closed the freezer door.
"Well, it worked.." The redhead said with a dorky smile. "By the way, Gingka." Madoka began, "How are you feeling now?"
"Well, better than I was." Gingka replied, "I guess resting up really did help a lot." Madoka smiled, a small blush on her face that she did her best to hide. "Well, I'm glad for that." She said, "Does that mean you'll be watching today's Bey battle between Kite and Xiao?"
"Even if I couldn't be there, I wouldn't miss it for anything." Gingka said reassuringly, scratching his cheek, "Then again, no one ever misses a Bey Battle around here."

"That's for sure!" Maru exclaimed happily, followed by a soft giggle. Gingka smiled softly at the pinkette, before looking at Madoka the same way.
"Well, if its at 4:30, then I'll see you then." The redhead stated, "I have some things I gotta do before hand."
"Um, okay." Madoka said softly, watching as the redhead left the room. Maru waited until she was sure the redhead wasn't listening to them, before she looked at Madoka with a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"You like him, don't you?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Madoka's face turned crimson at her question, turning away from her apprentice.
"W-what gives you that idea, M-Maru?.." She asked defensively, crossing her arms with a flustered look on her face. This merely caused Maru to giggle. Gingka, on the other hand, stood at the doors of the B-Pit, as if questioning whether to go out or not for his meaningless travels through the city.
His thoughts wandered back to Zyro and the way he had helped him out last night.
Yes, he knew Zyro was claustrophobic (He would never say how) and he had helped him find a replacement for the light bulb in his nightlight - maybe the 2 could become friends.
It would give Zyro a different and another reason to find the answers to what he had told him. But it would also make it so much more painful.
Coughing into his mouth one last time, Gingka left the B-Pit, leaving traces of meaningless existence behind......


He watched them carefully, like a child watching ants climb away into their little ant hill that they had constructed for themselves, or a pet that greatly interested them.
They were all merely pawns in a game that he had set up himself, watching in amusement as everything went according to plan; compared to them, he was a god - or at least he would be sooner or later. He hailed to the one who had almost taken over the Beyblade World years ago, but other than that he had no master that was above him.
He would complete what anyone else had once failed to take over or destroy the Beyblade, and soon victory would be all his.
There would be no one standing in his way once the process finally completed itself and rendered him completely useless, even now it was slowly making him fade away. The thought almost excited him, that everything would soon fall under his grasp and there would be no one to stop him.

He watched them all carefully, like the opponent making a foolish move with his chess pieces and himself chuckling in amusement at their failure and naivety.
Though there was one he watched incredibly closely, to the point where he wanted him to know he was watching.
He wanted him to know that he was there, that he was watching his every move and watching him crumble under the weight of his thumb over him.
The process was slow, but he could wait for as long as he needed, it didn't matter to him; all that mattered is that they would all fall, and they would all soon bow to him.
And then there was the younger one, the one with innocence in his eyes that had yet to be tainted by the burdens of the world - oh how it would be so much fun to watch that light disappear as he realized there was no hope.

"Oh, dear sweet children..." He whispered softly, which echoed in the large room that was covered wall to wall in televisions like a business office.
"By the time you ever know.." A smirk crept onto his face, spreading across his lips like a disgusting insect that he refused to brush off, "It'll already be far to late.."

He would hear delicate footsteps from across the room behind him, the sound of heels if he was correct with himself. He didn't bother to turn around on the platform he stood on, he already knew who it was - she served him now.
"The WBBA will soon be having its next battle between Kite Unabara and Baihu Xiao.." The unknown woman spoke, "What will you have me do?" A smirk crossed his face once more, a sinister look in his shaded eyes.
"Just play along.." He said simply, "Everything will come together in time.. And soon they will all fall.."
His gaze turned back to one screen, a man with a scarf that flowed like wings, red hair that burned like the sun that shone over their heads.
"Especially one..."

He was weak.

And he would soon grow weaker.

How the thought bewitched him and excited him so. They're hope would soon be no more......


The crowd roared loudly within the Bey Stadium, cheers raging out across the hundreds that had gathered there to watch the next Bey Battle.
"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Blader Gai called out from above, "Welcome back to the Bridge To The Future Tournament! Today, were having an exciting battle between Kite Unabara!" Said brunette walked out into the stadium with his head held high, his glasses gleaming in the sun from the reflection, "And Baihu Xiao!"
The ravenette spoken of walked out into the stadium in turn, his head held high as well and his braid swishing around in the breeze behind him.
"Come on, big bro!" Eight called out from the sidelines, standing on the first bar of the railings with his friends.
"You got this, Kite!" Zyro exclaimed, "Go get 'em!" From up above Tsubasa, Madoka, Maru, Benkei, and even Gingka looked down at the Bey Stadium, watching as the crowd roared in endless cheers at Xiao and Kite stepping into the Cyclone Bey Stadium, both of them readying their Beys.
"This'll certainly be one of those battles ya don't soon forget!" Benkei exclaimed in excitement, a huge grin on his face.
"I doubt anyone will forget this tournament." Madoka said with a smile, and looked over at Gingka, "Right?" Golden brown eyes looked over into turquoise, a smile crossing a fair skinned face.

"Yeah.." He agreed, clearing his throat for at least the 23rd time that day. Madoka tilted her head at her old friend, noticing the slight paleness in his face. "Are you feeling okay, Gingka?.." She asked out of concern for the Legendary Blader.
"Yeah, just allergies, I guess.." The redhead said softly before a few coughs overcame him, though this time they were lighter ones.
They soon died down after a slightly bigger one than the rest, Gingka glancing at his hand from the corner of his eyes before crossing his arms and hiding his palms; of course, Madoka didn't think anything about it as Gingka had a tendency for crossing his arms while watching battles. She also never thought anything about it when the Pegasus Blader pulled his scarf a bit more up his neck - she didn't think he was hiding anything, he just liked to wear his scarf.
"Let the battle begin!" Blader Gai announced from above.

"3!"

Everyone counted with them, their fingers up in symbols for the countdown.

"2!"

Gingka's eyes shifted slightly, a stinging on the outside of his neck that made him shift in the slightest bit.

"1!"

It almost burned, it tore at his flesh and almost forced him to run out of the room to somewhere where they wouldn't find him, nor be able to bother him as he dealt with what was his burden alone.

"Let it rip!!"

Beys were launched from their positions, spinning around the Cyclone Bey Stadium and rotating it along with them. Cheers rang through the crowd and roared to deafening volumes that almost drowned out Blader Gai's voice if not for the loud speakers around the screen.
Beys clashed in auras of green and blue, flashes of color in everyone's eyes as calls rang out from both bladers in a fierce confrontation.
Eight cheered on his big brother like it was nobody else's business, followed by the excited cries of their friends, minus Sakyo who simply stood there with a solid expression and Takanosuke with the biggest grin by his side. And even though everyone saw this, Gingka couldn't entirely focus on it.
He wanted nothing more than to stay by their side and watch the battle like he always had, but the feeling that once more pooled in the pit of his stomach demanded his attention and tried to force him away.
Golden-brown eyes looked down at Zyro who stood there cheering from the sidelines in the stadium, an innocent and excited smile on his face that he almost couldn't bear to see - maybe it hurt too much because of what he knew would become of that innocence when he finally discovered the truth...

If he discovered the truth.

And if he did, he didn't know if it would be in time. Keeping his cool, Gingka glanced over at Madoka.
"I'll be right back," He said softly, "Tell me if I miss anything." Madoka smiled at him. "Okay." With no further words did the redhead walk off, exiting the room and leaving only 4. When the door closed behind him, Gingka's breathing became almost rapid, hurrying down the hall to the nearest washroom that he knew of.
"Hi, Gingka." Said a familiar voice of a light bluenette that he recognized from years ago.
"Hey, Hikaru." The redhead said as he passed her, not stopping to look at the girl with blueish-purple eyes.
Hikaru stared after Gingka, a slightly concerned look on her face from the redhead's slight ignorant greeting.
Her eyes simply narrowed in the slightest bit before she continued on down the hall like that of a woman in a trance. Gingka, however, made his way into the washroom and immediately went and locked himself in a stall.

He found himself in an awkward position as he had one hand outstretched to one side of the stall, while his other shoulder leaned against the others side, his legs doing whatever they wanted yet still positioning his head over the toilet bowl.
His bangs that hung over his headband hung over his face, his breathing heavy with a wry look in his eyes unlike before.
Gingka placed a hand on the side of his head as dizziness nearly overcame his spirit, his vision blurry for a few moments as he fought for control over himself once more.
The shredded ends of his scarf draped over his back, like wings that had been injured throughout time and refused to let fly again.
"What's happening to me?... Why now?.." Gingka's thoughts ponders as he shifted his position and stood with his back against the stall door, looking up towards the ceiling and the lights that lit this silver prison that surrounded him.
Groaning softly to himself, the redhead unlocked the stall door, wandering over to the mirror above the sink and stood in front of it with a pale face that didn't compliment him at all.
With slightly shaking hands did he reach up to the edge of his scarf and pull it down in the slightest bit to reveal his neck to himself, which was still slightly covered by the collar of his jacket. His breath hitched, coming out shaky with what he saw in the mirror.
Gingka pulled his scarf back up to hide his neck from not only everyone else, but himself as well - it was worse than he may have thought it was.
And he knew they were watching.
They were always watching......


Madoka never thought anything suspicious of it when Gingka came back, explaining what he had missed (which truly had not be anything very important) and continued watching the battle at the same time. Zyro and the others still cheered on Kite as he came extraordinarily close to finally beating Xiao for good, though the small ravenette fought back furiously with fire in his soul.
"Come on, big bro!" Eight cheered on, a smile on his innocent face and joy in his green eyes as he almost bounced up and down on the railing.
Zyro cheered him on as well, though his mind also seemed somewhere else other than the battle; and for a moment, he stopped cheering.
A ringing in his ears that drowned out everything around him, everything around him slowing down to a pace that he didn't think was possible for what was happening. His head ached unlike anything he had ever felt before and his mind screamed at him.
Before his eyes once more appeared the words he had seen previously, as if a warning that was caused by his own subconscious.

"What are you trying to.." Zyro's thoughts began, but the ringing his ears continued at a pitch that almost made him drop to the ground and discontinued his thoughts.

Was someone watching them?..

ALWAYS

Someone give the answers.. What was this sensation, why was this happening to him now.

YOU'LL NEVER KNOW

Who are you?...


A loud explosion from the center of the stadium immediately brought back Zyro's reality and focused his attention upon the battle.
All noise in the stadium had stopped, perhaps even all breathing had stopped as well as time and space. But when the dust cleared, only Kite's Leviathan was left spinning in the middle, while Baihu's Berseker Byakko flew through the air and onto the ground behind him. Everyone remained silent for several moments, a murmur of wind being all that broke the silence before the crowd roared out in cries and cheers.
"Way to go, big bro!!" Eight cried out as loud as he could, Kite's gaze looked back at his friends and pushing his glasses up on his nose as his way of saying 'thanks for being there'.
"Nice goin', Kite!" Ren cheered, throwing her arms up in the air in excitement.
Takanosuke looked excited as well, while Sakyo could barely care less that his teammate had won; then again, Sakyo wasn't really one for showing compassion to anybody (save Takanosuke and his care for him).
Zyro had joined in the cheering, congratulating Kite from afar with put-ups and comments. Eight had run up to his brother and tackled him into a hug when he walked back to them, the brunette happily hugging the younger of the Unabara brothers back.

Zyro's blue eyes wandered up to the place where he knew Gingka, Madoka, Benkei, Tsubasa, and Maru would be watching from above; despite it being semi far away, his eyes could see Maru jumping up and down with Madoka and Benkei smiling at her, while Tsubasa sweat-dropped at his old friends.
Then there was Gingka, who stood there silently with his arms crossed and looking down at them all - he was the one who caught Zyro's eyes with a smile.
With the warmth of kindness and gratitude filling him, Zyro smiled back towards the older blader. Gingka was as kind and great as Madoka, Benkei, and Tsubasa said, for they had known him much longer than he ever had.
The redhead was the only one who knew about his claustrophobia and that he slept with a nightlight, and somehow Zyro could just trust him with that.
Maybe the two could end up being good friends. But Gingka knew better than he did, and he knew that if they became friends it would give him a different reason to remember him...

But if they were friends, it would also hurt him even more.



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Here it is, Chapter 3 of Gingka's Deceit! Now, I know its usually months before I post another chapter of this story, but I felt really f***ing productive yesterday and today, and I managed to do it in 2 days.
All the things are happening in this chapter, bitches!!

And you know, I'll be honest... The first scene with Gingka and Zyro, even I turned into a gooey mess while I was writing it, I can't handle them, they are my babies who I will soon destroy
Anyway, we have more foreshadowing in this chapter, and also we see Hikaru! Even if only for a brief moment... But remember, you can never trust anyone in this story.

And there is also a mysterious character besides the antagonist that we don't know the identity of yet.. So.. Foreshadowyness. Anyway, next chapter is going to be mostly with Hikaru, and we will have feels. So I'll get on it.
Enjoy.
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DarkusWavern's avatar
Wow, you made another chapter before I could comment on the other one! xD
I can't wait for the next one! : D This story is filled with such suspense that it leaves me craving for the next chapter! (even if that means checking dA at school XD)
Your writing is also pretty much flawless - you're able to keep the story moving at a steady pace, not going too slow nor too fast and also getting the right details into place.
Again, I can't wait for the next chapter and I hope it comes out soon!