02: Kiss
By: Lain E.
A//N: And this is where I get haters, right? Nope. Just suck it up. =w=
She could not feel. It was like her entire body was numb to anything. She was watching what I was doing. She tells me that I am lucky to feel. She thinks she feels something, but isn't that all Nobodies. I'm one, even. My emotions have detached themselves from my body since I was seven years old. I may be a "somebody" as Namine refers to me as, because she knew that I let my emotions be in a constant slumber. Forever.
"NATE!!! OPEN THE DOOR!!!" I heard Mello yell in anger. I sighed. Incompetent, insignificant, over-emotional fool who panics over me besting him. It's not my fault, really. I just don't see it that way. Why he goes to such immature lengths to impress L such as this, I really have no idea. But if keeps this up, he's going to wake up everyone downstairs from me (including Roger) and he would be sinking in a puddle called trouble. To avoid such things, I crack the door, giving a tired expression.
"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered. He tried to push the door, and me but I kept my weight to the firmest. "Up this late to tell me it's my fault you got the grade you deserve? Or for punishment over my achievement, you'll beat me bloody, right?" His blue eyes glared daggers at me.
"You're gonna get it, you little brat!" He growls at me, pushing against the door, harder. I'm starting to move a little. This isn't good. My small arms still pushed against the door until I ended falling on the floor, landing on the back of my head. I was looking up at a very angry 12-year-old boy. I had to admit, Mello was the little muscle of his football team, and he was very aggressive on the field. I one time heard that his cleats connected to an opponents face when he played, I wouldn't put that past him. Knowing my luck, that would happen to me.
I woke up, slowly, sighing; relieved that was just a dream. Mello kicking my face in was not something I'd like to remember much of. In fact, I've got in maybe a few scuffles with him, but everything else was a verbal bullet being shot. Meant to kill self-esteem. But, luckily he is dead; I don't need to worry about him anymore. I am safe. And alive. As the night went on, she still slept like an angel. I crawled over, pressing my lips on hers softly, then going back to my pillow next to hers, closed my eyes, and fell back asleep. Her lips felt really soft and I'm very glad she's there to remind me that I am human.
Owari. End
Note: Really short. I got a massive block, but these stories vary in length, some themes are a little more entertaining. Bye.