"Little Fruit, do you want to see me?"

The words were not even fully processed in her mind when the lock on the door of her room slotted itself shut with a loud click. The open windows in her room swung smoothly shut, the curtains soothingly closing.

Rushed footsteps sounded from outside the room by the stairs but only for a second, the sound vanishing the moment after it was perceived.

Anya still did not react.

The call disconnected, the dial tone jarring her but still, she held on to it with a white knuckled grip.

Held it, until a gentle, cold hand took her fingers one by one and unlatched them from it.

The touch was so unnatural, so foreign, but the way he held her hand was dearly familiar to her heart. Anya let go of the receiver to grab him, her fingers tangled with those hard digits radiating deep cold, her grip desperately tight.

The phone tumbled to the ground, hanging on the wire it was connected with.

Anya felt a taller, broader frame behind her. The ice cold body stopped close to her back but did not touch her. Another arm came from behind to wrap her in his icy embrace, pushing her to his stone hard frame.

A chin rested on top of her head.

"Did you think death can keep me away from you?" Joon whispered into her fragrant hair. He tightened his embrace a little more, enjoying the warmth of his precious person in his arms, "Fate will reverse its course to the blood that should never have been spilled, should anyone be brave to think they can take you from me."

None of his words were perceived.

All it was, was white noise of alphabets strung together to make a speech.

Nothing mattered.

Except Namjoon.

Anya whirled around, and swooped into the embrace of a dead man, his body hard with no heartbeat. She clutched at him, trying to burrow deeper, her anguish at the obvious difference of life and death pushing her towards a more violent outburst.

She felt a second of his surprise, then Joon brought her closer, wrapped her within his wider frame, the tiny girl safe within the embrace of a vicious, dangerous ghost.

"Joon. . . . Joon . . . . Joon. . . ." she kept crying, while Joon tenderly watched her with a soft smile, his hands carefully petting her head. The dark red eyes behind his specs filled with adoration for the girl he was insanely in love with.

He shifted to be in a more comfortable position on the bed and cradled the girl to him, laying the both of them down and arranging for her pillows to surround her. He took up the quilt and covered her with it, keenly aware of his own temperature and the harm it could cause her.

Joon tried distancing himself just a little, but the crying girl would not allow it. She stuck closely to him, refusing to let him go.

With another helpless smile, Joon still tucked her away in the quilt, cradling her head on his chest, reassuring her with his presence.

Soothingly running his fingers over her back in a gentle rhythm, he started singing softly to his Love wrapped in his embrace, the song hummed in his deep voice somehow bright and nostalgic.

Anya lay there with him for a long time, his voice silencing the deepest of her grief, letting her find a way out of the quicksand of despondency she had been rapidly sinking in.

After a long time, she asked in a rusty and hoarse voice, "Joon. . . . will you leave?"

The humming stopped and a chuckle tickled Anya's hair, "No. I am not going anywhere."

"You are telling me the truth, right?" the question was layered in with the pain of the deception she had been living for a year.

Joon kept stroking her, "There is no one in this world who can make me leave Little Fruit. Neither is there anyone who can harm me. More than when I was alive, even death is no longer a separation I need to fear." His eyes deepening in its scarlet colour, his hands possessively slid over her body, "I will always be with you."

"Even when I wake up?"

With a smile, he answered, "Everytime you wake up."

Anya lay back docilely, her sanity in a dream like haze, fogged up with grief and surprise. She knew there were a lot of important points to ask about and to know, but for now, she just wanted to be happy. Those questions could wait.

"Earlier, the doors not opening, that was you?" she looked up from where she lay entwined with him, then innocently brought up her bruised hand to him, "I got scared. And then hurt."

Joon's hand took her small ones and brought them to his lips, giving her a small icy kiss, "I am sorry. I really did not want you to go."

Anya nodded a little and then cuddled up against him again, her eyes drooping a little after the emotional exhaustion of two days ending with sudden extreme joy.

"Jae Hoon. . . . I don't like him." she said in a small voice.

All Joon replied her with was another kiss on her head.

"Your family. They. . . tried to kill you. They, that night—"

"Shhhh" Joon shifted her a little, cushioning her head on a pillow, then wrapping his arms around her stomach, placing his head near her neck, "All of that is in the past. Sleep now, Little Fruit. You don't need to think about it."

Anya shivered a little, but her fingers never let go of him. Curving her body towards his tall reclining frame, her hair coming undone from her bun, the black tresses flowing over his arm she was resting her head on, her hands glided down the front of his shirt, feeling every button.

This intimacy of lying on the same bed with each other had not been reached by them a year ago, but somehow now, it felt necessary.

Anya played with the button on top, then slid it open. Her fingers travelled down the next button and the next. When his shirt was half open, Joon's palm slid over her struggling digits, covering her hand.

"You will not find the wound Little Fruit," he whispered softly, "This. . . is not a body."

She kept playing with the cold, hard skin she had uncovered, but the trails of tears started again, pooling on the cloth of his shirt, causing a wet patch.

In a small voice, quieter than the barest whisper, she asked, "Are you really dead?"

That low subdued voice coming from the girl who shone the brightest, the girl who brought light to the bleak grey of his life, hurt Namjoon more than the fatal stab which resulted in his death.

It pierced him, the deep, strong and inconsolable pain she hid beneath her luminous eyes. But what rendered him mute with extreme pain, was the small hope present in her question.

Her hope, of this all being just a dream. A nightmare.

A hope, that he was still alive.

"Where. . ." her voice wobbled, "you. . . did it hurt?" the sorrow dripped like a bleeding wound from the girl whose tears lost its meaning, flowing freely in a state of a vicious curse of a never ending loop of fresh pain plaguing her to her very core. "Were you alone?" she cried for him, she cried for herself, "Did you—"

Joon silenced her with a kiss, his icy lips crushing her soft plump flesh.

He tasted the salt from her tears, he inhaled the devastation she felt. He understood, yet again, the boundless, unconditional love she tied him with. A love, that knew no boundaries, a love, which stayed long after time ceased the life.

Gently, he sipped from her lips, kissing her again and again.

Joon gathered her soft body in his arms but kept his passion strictly in check. Slowly, he eased back again, "Blueberry, am I not here now? Will you not accept me?" he cajoled, already knowing the answer.

Anya blinked up to him, then raised her hands to brush back the locks of hair on his forehead, looking intently at the scarlet eyes behind his specs.

"Always."

Joon smiled at her answer.

"Sleep for now, okay?"

Nodding like a little doll, she rubbed her face on his shirt like a kitten, then settled in.

Eyes closing slowly, secure in his arms, Anya whispered once more, "Will they get away with it?"

But soon afterward, she fell asleep.

The lights of the room shut off at once, plunging the room in absolute darkness, where only the red glow from the eyes of a Monster remained.

"Will the people who took away my future with you get away?" Namjoon looked at the sleeping face of the beautiful girl, tracing her almond shaped eyes with a feather light touch. "No, Little Fruit. I am not that magnanimous."

A sinister smile tugged at his lips, "It will be such a disservice, if they cannot appreciate the monster, they created."

Joon closed his eyes, loving the warmth of her life in the dark cold embrace of his death, finding peace in the moment after long lonely nights of a year.

Outside, the banging on the door of Anya's room unceasingly went on, So Hyun, using his shoulder, trying to kick the door down.

"ANYA!!!! OPEN UP!!!!"

Mira shook her head, "I told you, she cannot hear."

So Hyun panted, then shouted, "NAMJOON YOU BIG JERK! AT LEAST LET ME KNOW IF SHE IS OKAY!!!!!"

Immediately, an unseen force pushed So Hyun a little, making him fall on his butt.

Instead of making the worked up guy scared, it served to piss him off even more, "COULDN'T YOU HAVE GIVEN ME THIS INDICATION A LITTLE WHILE AGO????? I HAVE BEEN BANGING ON THIS DOOR FOR HALF AN HOUR YOU SELFISH PIECE OF SHIT!!"

Then, he face palmed himself, "Still cant believe I am talking to my best friend's ghost."

Soyeon rubbed his head a little, but quietly mused, "Still, I can understand a little of what Anya went through. Not being able to even move a little bit of the door was unnatural. It really was scary."

So Hyun stood up from where he had fallen, then made a joke to lighten the atmosphere, guiding Soyeon away while Mira followed.

They went though a lively dinner, where each of them tacitly avoided the topic and then went to their rooms to sleep.

Once he made sure Soyeon was truly deep in her slumber, So Hyun quietly opened the door of his room, then walked till the main door of the house, in dark. With almost no sound, he exited the house and walked towards the beach to go and stand beside Mira.

Looking at the dark waves reflecting the moon of the dark night, Mira said, "We need to leave the house."

Shaking his head, So Hyun replied, "Anya will not listen to you."

His reply sparked a fury in Mira, she whirled on So Hyun, "YOU—" glancing back at the house, she lowered her voice, "You felt it, did you not?? For the first time in your life, you felt it!"

For a moment, just a moment, So Hyun let the silence be shrouded in the crashing of the waves. Then he grimly nodded.

He had felt it coming from the bone deep chill outside Anya's room. The deep, deep malevolence. It was horrifyingly dark. Viciously malignant. The fear it inspired was still rooted in his bones.

Turning back to the sea, Mira said, "Even in the records of every evil being ever been exorcised by our ancestors, such a malevolent spirit was never recorded. Even if the grudge was huge, even if the resentment was deep, Joon should not be this. . . powerful. I am afraid So Hyun. He has become something more. . . a creature that even hell does not describe. I am afraid because no one can—"

"Do we need to?" So Hyun casually put his hands in the pockets of his pants and toed a small shell on the beach, "No matter what, I know that Joon will never harm her."

"Can you be that certain?" Mira countered, "Or better yet. Be completely unbiased. For a minute, forget that it is Joon, forget that you know Anya, and then answer. If you know that such a malicious spirit is attaching itself to one person in a way that it will not let go, in a way where this. . . this devil will latch onto the existence of that living human, tell me, will you truly not be worried even one bit? Forget worried, will you not be scared? I am telling you brother, Joon's existence. . . it is beyond what you can simply call a ghost. He has become a Monster that NO one can conquer."

So Hyun sighed, "Mira. . . the point is moot. Because the person it has attached itself to, will also not let go. For now, all we can do is observe."

Saying so, he turned and went back to the house.

Mira watched his retreating figure, then whispered, "All we can do is observe, brother. Not just for now. Because there are more ways of hurting her than just physically." Looking at the house, she continued, "I hope you know that Joon. I hope you know that."

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