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The Blue Lorikeet
1. Good Night Kiss
My eyelids were heavy over my dark ones as I kept on tracing patterns with them in the ceiling. They had adjusted to the thick blackness around me. My light blue hair sprawled all around my pillow in all directions. I groaned and stuffed a pillow over my head. The scent of just washed clothes filled upon me and checked my watched that was tightly strapped around my pale wrist. 4:45, I had realized that for three hours I had not been dreaming, but just had drifted into a meaningless slumber of colors that I've never seen before.
As I continued to stare at the time, my eyes drifted off for a moment to the piece of fabric that wrapped neatly around my skin, with a bow that looked like a present. I've had that ever since I could remember, and I've never taken it off. Somehow, whenever I run my jagged hands through it, it brings a deep, heavy weight on my chest. I don't breath. A feeling of childhood and happiness washes over me, bringing me back to reality and into breathing again.
I threw my legs out of the covers far too quickly that my head spun and my body shivers as my feet absorbs the coolness of the marvel floor. I could faintly see Starfire's pink walls from when she owned this room. I mentally told myself to get new wallpaper. The room bathed in a silver light as the moon shone through from her throne high in the night sky.
As I walked out of my new room, I caught sight of my reflection. My hair was a mess as usual and my eyes were tired give bags underneath them. Let's not even get started on how my head is a tired mess, often trying to recollect the broken and lost memories from before I was 'The Blue Lorikeet' from before Starfire left the Teen Titans to become a hero of her own, from before they held try-outs for the open space. Way back from before when I was chosen to fill the hole that Starfire left.
I peeked my head out the door first before walking out. It was all empty and dark. I slipped my feet out and the same coldness from my own room floor greeted me again. The only sound of the still night was my breathing, as I took long strides to travel the thin corridors. The tall windows welcomed the night, and the only guide on my midnight stroll around the tower was my sole companion, the moon.
I hugged my arms tightly around my chest. My short-sleeve white shirt wasn't much warmth, but my thick franela pajama bottoms with penguins littering the red fabric, were. They were loose on my legs, and kept on getting under my foot. My head hummed with a headache due to the lack of sleep. Thanks insomnia!
As I turned into a new corner, light at the end called for me. Was that the kitchen and living room? I couldn't remember, I felt like the tour that the guys gave me was ages ago. I stared at it before seeping into the light.
I shield my eyes at the bright light. Blinking once, then again, my eyes adjusted once again and found myself in the kitchen and living room, I was right. I looked around my surroundings, wondering why the light was on. The fridge door was opened; I could see bits of black hair peeking out of the top.
"Robin?" I whispered slowly as the figure stepped away. His black hair that matched the night sky fell into his eyes that were the color of beach waves pounding at each other at the deep shore line and his cheeks looked bigger than usual. He furrowed his black eye brows at me in confusion, quickly then, his expression softens and smiled slightly at me.
"Nia? What are you doing here?" Robin asked with a mouth-full of pizza.
"I couldn't sleep," I shrugged, telling the truth. "I saw the light, and I was hoping that someone else was awake." I smiled as I took a water-bottle and a seat around the yellow counter.
"I am," Robin placed his pizza in a plate and sat down on my left with a smile. "So, may I ask how you got your 'powers'?"
"Oh," I sighed and I instantly felt my breathing stop. A knot formed on my throat and my mouth was desert dry. I took a sip of the cool water, but that didn't help. Licking my lips nervously, I carried the tension of the situation on my shoulders.
"You-you don't have to tell me if you don't want to or-" Robin dropped his eyes onto his cold slice of cheese pizza that lay before him.
"It's fine," I murmured, gathering all that I had to tell how I was mutated. "When I was twelve," I stared, with my heart breaking the silence. "I was kidnapped by scientist. They brought me to Arkham City and ran test on me with the DNA of an endangered bird, The Blue Lorikeet. Blue hair took over like the bird's feathers, my skin turned paler, and my eyes grew dark. After two years, I finally fought back and escaped. A year later, here I am." I frowned at my red pajama pants with tears that pooled dangerously in my eyes. Robin scooted closer to me. He placed his hand on my lower back and traced patterns with his fingertips. "The DNA affected my brain in numerous ways, I can't remember anything from the time that I was thrown into the back of a van." I couldn't hold it back any more, hot tears escaped from my black eyes and sled down my cheeks.
"I am so sorry I asked, honestly. I never meant to bring any pain to you." Robin started to apologize and I could see that he honestly meant it.
I cleaned my face off the sticky tears shook my head. "It's fine, you had to find out sooner or later." I rose from the stool. "I'm going back to my room,"
Robin came to my side and slipped his arm on my shoulder. "You don't know the tower very well, do you want me to walk you back?" He asked, I nodded my head, and pulled back strands of blue hair behind my ear.
We walked in silence, with his tall and slim figure next to mine. I was no longer cold for his arm was around me, and I felt safe for once. He stopped at a tall gray door with a black 'T' on the front.
"Thanks," I smiled, before I could turn the handle, he pulled my arm ever so slightly.
"Wait," he looked serious and nervous. He leaned in, trapping me against his firm statue and the wall. He kissed a trail were a tear had rolled down in. "Good night," he whispered breathlessly into my skin before he became one with the shadows.
With my face hot, I slipped into my bed sheets. The gems of my fingers traced slightly over the place where Robin pressed his wet lips. My lips grew into a smile before I finally drifted off into silent slumber.