He couldn't believe they were really doing it. For years, they'd spoken of it, more as a joke than anything. Or maybe it was wishful thinking... He still couldn't help but think about how much trouble he was going to get into for this. Nervous chocolate browns glanced over at his friend who didn't seem fazed in the least. In fact, she appeared to be enjoying the whole thing. He wished he could be more like her sometimes. She was brave. She never kept quiet just because she was told to. She was fun. Even a person like him was just drawn to her. And she was really the only one who paid attention to him. He never would have had the courage to start a friendship as she had.
"Loosen up, Goemon. This is the beginning of your new life. Don't spend it sulking." She took one hand off the steering wheel to capture his chin before he could turn away as he always would. That face would never again be marred by the hands of another. Never again would it be clouded by stress or lack of sleep. She would make sure of it. "At least try."
Goemon gave a hesitant nod. How could he enjoy his so-called new life when he was going to keep fearing his old one? Worst of all, if he got caught, so would she. He didn't want to imagine what would happen to her then, and all at his fault. The very thought made him sick to his stomach.
His friend kept quiet, understanding his feelings to some extent. Her name was Calanthe Aimi Charis-Kalliope. Back at home, she'd been the outcast more or less, not even being full Japanese. Yet she had been forced to stay there. In meeting Goemon, however, she had found something that wasn't so bad about the place. Her long, chestnut hair with just a touch of cinnamon and a pinch of curl alone was enough to segregate her from the other girls, not to mention her large, sky blue eyes with flecks of silvery ice. In truth, one might say she was quite beautiful, yet she had never considered such a thing. She was different. In that place, different was bad. It wasn't as if she could help it.
"Kira," Goemon said quietly, noticing that she didn't seem as focused on the road as before. "Try not to think about him."
She paused, letting the wind dab at her tears before she spoke. "Alright." Calanthe Aimi Charis-Kalliope only wished that she could tell him the whole truth. But the whole truth was that he wouldn't touch her, even she did truly believe that he didn't care about looks. Even if he somehow would ever return her feelings. But she couldn't tell him either; not while she was still married. Letting out a long sigh, she grabbed a lock of his raven colored hair which somehow had yet to lose its luster. He stirred, his eyes taking a minute to realize they could come out of the darkness. "We're here?"
"We're here," she confirmed in a low voice, continuing to caress his coase yet velvety locks while he was too tired to realize it. Finally, she removed her hand, her long legs sliding out of the car. She sheilded her eyes as the sudden surge of sunlight delicately laid it tongue upon her pale skin. "This is... our new home," she whispered too softly for Goemon, who was now standing beside her to hear.
Little did they know, things had not changed completely. They were still being watched. Not by one of the people from their former home, but by something they had never known. Had they, it would have warped their whole idea of reality. The sinister eye shrouded by the dark blinked not once, nor did he move a millimeter. It was curiosity more than anything. Those people didn't look like they had the intention of leaving. But it wasn't just the fact that there were new people. There was something about those two, something that boiled his blood--and not necessarily in a bad way. Swallowing thickly, he ran off, his feet so graceful that not even a single sound sounded. Little did he know, reality was going to become majorly warped.
Inside of their temporary residence, Calanthe allowed herself a small yawn as she stroked milky white skin. They had often spent their nights so closely, at times even embracing eachother because of the cold. Thought of course, the physical closeness was more than that. The truth was that they needed eachother. That was why she couldn't ruin it.
"Kira?"
She couldn't help but smile at the beloved nickname he'd given her. He was the only one who called her that, though she always wanted other people to. "Yes?"
"What will we do here?" he asked, voice still mild from sleep.
It was something she had thought deeply about many times. For the sake of normality, there was one thing she had decided on. He could surely benefit from it. "We'll be going to school. I'll get a job and we'll find a nice place. It'll work out." Or at least, she liked to be convinced of that.
"What is school like?"
Of course he wouldn't know what public school was like. Calanthe Aimi Charis-Kalliope snuggled closer to him as she thought of a response. "You go to learn stuff, but it's really only there to be with friends and stuff. You'll get used to it." She'd had to knock down her age a bit, but at least they were in the same grade that way. "We'll deal with it tomorrow. Just rest for now. We've got all evening and all night for that."
For the first time in a long time, Goemon looked happy. The rarity of a good night's sleep was enough to forget it all for a while. And even if reason told him otherwise, he just couldn't listen to it right then.
Long after Goemon had fallen asleep, his image was still swimming in her eyes. She barely knew was it was like in a modern society, but she knew a lot more than he did. That was why although they needed eachother, he also needed her, if only for a while. That was why she couldn't jeopardize it by telling him her feelings. That was why she had to suffer alone, never completely sharing her problems. And that was why she could never tell him of the miserable, pain filled days dealing with what was passed down to her by her family--the one who had abandoned her long ago. Her dulled blue eyes, almost a gray in her sleepy state slowly slid shut as for once, the thoughts left her mind.
