Dad was going to be pissed. I was going to be in some serious trouble later... IF he found out What I had skipped school for... well then I was as good as dead. I stopped running and dropped to the ground. Lucky I was taking the alleys and backstreets. If people saw me they'd start talking and when they started talking information and rumors spread like wildfire. I put one of my hands over my mouth to stifle my coughing a bit. Blood coated my hand as I coughed. I was about to wipe the blood on my pant leg but stopped myself. Instead I wiped what I could on my already bloodied up shirt. Less to hide and easier to hide. If it came down to it he couldn't totally, completely explode on me IF I had to tell him the real reason I went there. I mean I tried to do it for him. Yes tried. I failed miserably. I didn't do it for a thrill or to prove myself. I did it for him. I forced myself back up. Damn. I was shaking. Come on! Pull it together! I'm a shinigami! I can handle on little chest wound. I could heal that thing away in no time. I just had to keep it hidden until then. I continued back to the mansion, keeping to the shadows in the slowly increasing darkness until I was sure I was far enough away from the city that no one would notice. Taking the long way had been hell but what else could I have done? I couldn't ride beelzebud because I feared that I would fall off due to my dizziness and walking the main streets? No way. That would be an instant message to the man.
Hopefully dad hadn't noticed my absence at school yet and if he did Hopefully he didn't come home to wait for me. I slowly entered the dark house. The only lighting was the dull flashing coming from the TV in the living room up ahead. I walked as quickly and quietly as possible down the dark hall. I could see Liz and Patty watching their usual program they watched every night. Liz was tearing up and Patty hugging her stuffed giraffe which she called Spotty and other times Mr. Spots like usual. It's like Pick A Name! I continued past and toward my room. looked like dad wasn't here... Yet. I quickly did what I could for the wound and hid the bloodied, torn shirt and jacket. I looked in the small mirror as I did so. It might just be the dark but I looked a little more pale than normal. I looked exhausted. Getting on a clean outfit I sat down on my bed. Never had it felt so good to sit down. Feeling the fatigue that had started to weigh me down earlier start to increase I decided to settle under the covers despite my feeling warm already. No sooner had I heard the front door downstairs swing open. Here it comes. I waited straining to hear even the slightest sound.
"Jeremy proposed!" Liz yelled. "Oh. Welcome back Lord Death."
"Have either of you two seen Kid?" Dad inquired. Well looks like he noticed.
"No. I haven't seen him all day." Liz answered.
"Nope!" Patty followed. "Neither has Mr. Spotty."
Heh. Great a third name for that thing.
"I see... Thanks anyway."
I could feel the tension building. Oh shit. Oh shit. Excuse excuse. Think quick! I could hear his almost, but very close to silent steps as he climbed the stairs. He drew closer and closer to my room. Oh I was dead! I should've thought to have done it on a weekend! Why was I so stupid! I swallowed and shut my eyes as a shadow appeared under the door. Soon after the doorknob was slowly turning like in one of those freaky horror movies to build tension and add suspense. I bit my tongue upon hearing the click of the door opening. Ever so slowly the door creaked open. Great another suspense builder. The room was slightly brighter now due to the window out in the hall. I kept my breathing even as he approached. He stopped at the side of my bed. I could feel his gaze on me. I expected him to shake me or order me awake or both but neither came. I just felt a gentle hand cover my forehead. My- Holy- Was I really going to get away with this. Did he seriously think I didn't come to school because I got sick? Thank the heavens I had been running.
"A little warm there, Kiddo." He said more to himself.
He removed his hand from my head and placed it on my shoulder. Uh oh. He lightly shook me.
"Kid. Kid."
I opened my eyes and looked at him. I had to now. Dad studied me for a second.
"Hm?" I didn't even have to fake my sleepiness. It was already present.
"Are you feeling alright?" There was some suspicion in his voice.
"Y- yeah. No need to check on me. I'm ok."
He looked like he wasn't sure whether he wanted to believe me or not. On one hand that's what I always said if I was sick or hurt. On the other hand I was telling the truth and I had skipped school. Both negative options that he never wanted to consider. After a moment of silence I broke it, following my I'm sick/ hurt pattern but I don't want to tell you or admit it pattern.
"I'm fine. Really." I insisted. Thing was I Was injured so it came out naturally, well natural for my sucky lying.
"... You're sick." He concluded.
"What? Pfffft. N-no I'm not. I'm perfectly... Perfectly fine." Why is lying so hard? Oh right whenever he caught me lying when I was little he chopped me.
"If you aren't sick then why didn't you show up for school?" He asked in a 'got ya I win' voice. Yep everything was following the pattern.
"Uh. Um... I..." He stood there waiting for my story of why I didn't come if I wasn't sick. "Fuck." I whispered.
Dad chuckled. "Finally run out of crazy stories?" I believed I was pulling this off rather well. But now I needed a story or it wouldn't fit the pattern.
"Um... A.. doooog ate mmmmy homework?... So I skipped schooool so it wouldn't beeee laaate?" I said it slowly.
Dad chuckled again and shook his head. "That was the lamest one yet. I just don't understand why it's so hard for you to admit it when you're sick." Easy. It shows weakness. Duh.
Dad left the room after ruffling my hair(which I swatted at his hand for) and telling me to go back to sleep. YES! I successfully lied after all these years... Sort of. But that didn't take away from the fact that if I did try to lie again I'd most likely get caught. Now... what to do? I still failed to get back what had caused Dad, Stein, and even perverted Spirit so much stress from the witches. I'd have to try again. This weekend maybe? Just a couple of days left before the week was over. This time I would have to take my weapons even though the risk had forced my not to before. I was stupid to think I could do it on my own.
I woke a little later than normal the next morning. Upon waking up late I rushed in getting ready. My movement was quickly halted. Pain... I felt pain. How could that wound not be healed yet- oh shit. I started coughing. I rushed to the bathroom. I continued to cough over the rim of the toilet. I watched through my coughing as the water turned red. No good. Definitely not good. But... I couldn't tell or... father would find out and my getting a mysterious wound over night well... That would be suspicious and very unlikely. He'd ask questions and my lying sucked so he'd end up finding out and... He'd be pissed and... so... disappointed.
"Kid?"
Dam it. Liz. Go away. Please go away. Did I lock the door. Shit! No! I continued to cough just hoping it would end soon before she decided to open the door.
"Kid? Are you ok?"
She seemed worried. That was not good.
"Ju- *cough* Just go away!"
All this blood. That couldn't be good. But I was a shinigami so it would go away on its own right?
"Kid are you throwing up?"
I spat as she said that. Done? Hope so. I flushed it before the door opened. I stayed where I was just in case but hopefully it wouldn't just start up again. Liz crouched down beside me.
"I'm ok." I told her before she could say anything. More to convince myself than her though.
She sighed and placed a gentle hand on my back. "I guess you're staying home today too, huh?... Was this what you had yesterday?"
How should I respond to that. My lying sucked so I just nodded still refusing to look at her.
"... Go back to bed. I'll make you lunch before I go and put it in the fridge for you. Kay?"
I nodded and she walked out. I stood shakily. Ow... I somehow made it back to my bed and collapsed curling up into a tight ball in an attempt to make the pain stop.
So? Any predictions? Speculations? Anything? Cause I semi know whats going to happen!
DtK: What! You don't know what's going to happen to me?!
Me: Well no but I'm working on it.
DtK: You're the writer! You should know this!
Me: Well I know how the story ends or rather how I would like it to end. Hopefully you won't die before then.
DtK: What?! You're going to kill me?!
Me: Shut up or I will! OR maybe I'll put you where nothing is symmetrical!
DtK: Noooo!