The Nonexistent King
A/N: My three-shot for Valentine's! Bra-Kayla! Takes place right after the end of 'The Evil King'. Oh and, HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY! (Even if I am a day late!)
Mikayla POV-
It was two o' clock in the morning and I still couldn't sleep. I stared up at the ceiling in exasperation. Listening to the rain clatter against the roof, I thought about how strange it was. Very rarely did Kinkow experience rain. The water on Kinkow had healing and cleansing qualities. Some people might even say magical. It only rained when the island needed purifying. Tonight was definitely one of those nights. I snuck a peek out of my window from my bed. The second moon was beginning to fade as clouds gathered around it. The clouds were absolutely exceptional. Unlike the usual white or gray, these clouds were silver. The starlight was making them glimmer. I watched the rain fall for a few minutes before getting up. I had to clear my mind.
I slowly walked to the plaza. Closing my eyes, I sighed contentedly. The rain felt so good, as if it were literally washing my troubles away. I needed this, as today had been the most exhausting, stressful, and confusing day of my life. I was just glad I could get a certain person off of my mind. It felt great not to have to fret about my kiss with-
"Mikayla?" A familiar voice popped through my calm. "What are you doing?"
My eyes shot open. A soaked boy stood in front of me. The king with the hair as dark as the night sky was staring at me. His dark brown eyes glimmered with a promise of mischief, popping against his fair skin. That normally fluffy hair of his had been flattened by the rain. I noticed that for once in his life, he wasn't smiling. There was actually a small frown adorning his face.
I turned my back to him, staring out into the jungle. I wasn't sure how to answer him, so I remained silent. I crossed my arms, but not because I was angry or irritated. It was because of the chill I was getting from this rain.
I heard Brady sigh. "Mikayla… I've been thinking about that kiss. I need to know: Was it really just because of the island?"
Honestly, I didn't know. I had continuously been asking myself that since it happened. Again, I chose to say nothing. I didn't know what to say. Shivering, I just shrugged.
He pulled off his black jacket. It was slightly wet, but still warm on the inside, I could tell. Placing it over my shoulders, he began to talk again. " That's not really important anyways. The real question is: Did you feel anything? If you didn't I'll leave you alone."
I pursed my lips and stared into the horizon.
"Please Mikayla! Are you sure that-"
I interrupted, annoyed that he was bugging me when I didn't want to talk. "YES, I'M SURE!"
Brady stopped talking, and I bit my lip. I spun around to see hurt written all over his face. "Really?" Pain was evident in his tone.
I frowned, not sure if I should answer or not. I began to attempt to erase my previous statement. "Brady, all I meant was-"
"Forget it. I figured that it was nothing more than a duty to you." He stuck his hands in the pockets of his pajama pants, a scowl flickering across his face.
"No Brady, that's not it." I tried to explain. "It's just-"
He cut in again, which really ticked me off. "NEVER MIND."
"Don't interrupt me!" I burst angrily.
"Why? You do it to me." He growled.
I felt a wave of anger pulse through my body. I grit my teeth and glared at the obnoxious boy in front of me. "Stop being such a jerk! Why don't you just stop bugging me and leave me ALONE?"
He wasn't easily discouraged, which I should have already known. A glint of rebelliousness shined in his eyes. "Are you referring to bugging you NOW, in the future or in the past?"
"That doesn't even make sense!" I yelled. "But: ALL THREE! I mean now, plus that STUPID FLIRTING you have done, and will do!"
"You know, you're the one who kissed ME." He shouted.
I scoffed at him. "Like I had a choice! You're the one who got yourself put under some dumb spell!"
"You're acted like I wanted to be turned evil!" He looked shocked and furious.
"You've done worse to get me to like you, SIROCCO! Or how about when you were 'King of the Sea' and wished you had eight arms to squeeze me tight? Or when you made Boomer dress like Lucas so you could make sure I was 'available'! Or when you-" I ranted.
"I GET IT!" He bellowed.
I was livid. "DO YOU?"
"I THINK I DO! YOU KNOW, YOU'VE DONE STUPID THINGS BEFORE TOO!"
I stopped him before he could name any. "YEAH RIGHT! JUST SHUT UP BRADY!"
"NO! YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME! I'M KING!" He screamed.
"WELL I WISH YOU NEVER EXISTED!" I screeched.
He looked stunned. Suddenly, the rain began to pelt down harder and faster. It began to sting as it touched my skin. As it's speed increased even more, I began to get the sensation that I was underwater. Brady's image began to fade, distorted by this horrid rain. I reached towards him, but there was a sort of barrier.
"Brady, I'm sorry!" I yelled.
But those vital words never reached his ears. He was soon swallowed by a wall of thick fog.
"BRADY!" I began to panic.
My vision clouded over, it was soon like staring through clam chowder. Everything was blurry, before all I saw was blackness.
I woke up to find myself lying in my bed. Sitting up, I rubbed my eyes. Everything seemed the same. What happened a earlier came back in a rush. Ripping myself from the safe haven of my bed, I ran to the window.
I looked out to see the sky was still pretty dark. Glancing back, I saw my clock read six o' clock.
I thought back to my shouting match with Brady. There was no rain coming down, Kinkow's skies were perfectly clear. The stars shone brightly above. I spotted the moon and gaped at it. There was only one. One beautiful, white, glowing moon.
"Did I dream everything?" I asked the stuffed zebra on my bed.
It didn't respond, as I knew it wouldn't. Frowning, I realized it was time for my guard shift. I didn't feel like moving, not like a dream like that.
"Why would I kiss Brady? And why would I wish he never existed?" I again directed this at the zebra.
Again, the zebra remained lifeless. I sighed. I got up, dressed, and headed downstairs.
My dad was waiting for me in the plaza. A glare was present on his face. His arms crossed, as he studied me. "You're late." He said, his deep, soothing voice echoing slightly.
I shrugged. "I'm sorry, dad. I had this awful dream."
"Oh really? What happened?" His sharp expression softened.
"Well…" I wasn't sure what I should tell him. I skipped the part about Brady and I kissing. "Brady was evil, and once he was cured-"
Daddy stopped me, confusion and concern crossing his face. "Mikayla, who's Brady?" His tone changed to one of suspicion. "Is there something you're not telling me?"
I squinted. "What? Daddy, as in King Brady."
"Mikayla…" His eyebrows furrowed. "Sweetie, are you feeling okay? There is King Boomer, and King Boz, but there is no King Brady…"
I froze. 'WELL I WISH YOU NEVER EXISTED!'
Uh-Oh.
