Chapter2:

I Do

EDITED

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I walk down the streets; it's around five PM.

I woke up in the church around nine probably and I spent the rest of the day wandering around town with no destination in particular. I hear giggling behind me: fan girls; I try to ignore them. It worked for a few seconds, but how can you ignore laughing females stalking you everywhere you go? Simple: you can't…

I scowl, but it isn't like they care.

It's getting late, and I had better gotten back to the dojo; they were probably worried that I was off dangling from a tree branch, dead.

Before I knew it, I was entering the doorway of the house. My stalkers didn't dare enter the terrain for the female brunette scared them. Last time they did, Hilary yelled at them to get out, but they didn't listen; jealousy got the better of them. Furious, Hilary started clawing out their leader's eyes, ripping off her hair—or was it a wig because it came off pretty easily—and punching and kicking and biting and screaming. It only lasted about ten minutes before they ran off in fear. The rest of the day, Hilary acted as if nothing happened…My point is: females are scary; of course, they don't scare me. I can't say the same for Tyson…getting off topic…

"Kai!" they scream, all rushing towards me anxiously. "Where've you been? What happened? Why didn't you come home last night?" Of course, there was one head missing…

Too many people talking… I think; everyone's screaming out a question and instead of waiting for an answer, another question slips out their big mouths.

"There's too many people talking at the same time; he can't understand it because it's all jumbled with everyone else's questions. And before you ask him another question, wait until he answers your first one."

We turn and look at the source of the voice. It was her. Always the voice of reason in panicked situations, always the adviser when you have problems, always the optimist.

And she goes reading my mind again…

She holds a twig in her hands; staring at me, she broke it with two fingers.

"Do you break so easily?"

More unusual, out of the blue questions…What's up with this girl? Why does she ask such weird questions? Why can't she ask normal questions like normal people? Her questions are like riddles that can't be answered until you face the near future!

This time, as she did it, she wasn't smiling…how strange…she looks so serious, her bright gray eyes held knowledge…she knew something that I didn't…

She walks outside carrying the twigs.

"So Kai, where were you?" Kenny askes, sitting down and opening Dizzy.

"None of your business," I snarl, walking towards the bedroom where we're stuck sleeping together…

"It is our business Kai! We were worried about you! You could've gotten kidnapped or who knows what?" Rei protests; I continue walking, but he grabs my arm. "We're not done talking, Kai."

Glancing at him, I say, "This discussion is over. I was around, no big deal." I stare outside; it's getting darker by the second. "It's getting late, get some sleep; we have a long day tomorrow."

"Kai," that voice; I turn and stare dully at her, my tired crimson eyes against her knowing gray ones. "Do you?"

I don't answer and instead continue down the hallway; entering the room, I lay down, staring up at the ceiling. Great, I think to myself, More things to think about…What did she mean by that? Better question: What am I supposed to say?

That keeps me up all night, that and the thought of seeing those memories in my sleep. I couldn't take that risk. They seemed so real, like if I reached out I would touch them, I would feel their warm flesh, and that was a bit scary…

I roll over to my right and face the corner, a few hours later I hear the door open and close. Everyone comes in and takes their place in the sleeping bag.

No one bothered to say good night.

Minutes later, I hear Hilary's slow breathing, Tyson's ear deafening snore, Kenny's quiet snore, and Rei and Max mutter something in their sleep, but there is one person I don't hear slumbering.

I sit up, curiosity getting the better of me; she is apart of the Bladebreakers, so I can't really help but worry about her…but it was only a little bit…

Looking around, I couldn't see her slim figure lying atop her dark blue sleeping bag. I couldn't sense her presence. I quietly call her name, but she doesn't answer. I stand up and tip toe to the door, silently opening, leaving, and then closing it.

Walking down the hallway, I can still hear Tyson's snores…He is that loud. His grandpa doesn't even snore as loud as he does!

No one is in the living room, so I enter the kitchen. The lights are on, and there she is, half her body on the table, her face buried in her left arm. In her right is a cup of water.

Guess she couldn't sleep.

No sense in waking her; she would bug me to no end with weird questions. It is late at night and I don't need any more problems!

I pry the white mug from her delicate, cold hands. Her body is always cold, like she was dead. I'm not sure why though. The first day she came to practice late, she tripped over her own big feet. On instinct, I caught her, but when my warm body touched her freezing one, I dropped her. It was funny, seeing her spread out on the ground like that, face in the dirt, eyes staring up at me in confusion and irritation. But I didn't laugh.

I pour the water in the sink and then wash the cup. She groans and then sits up, groggily wiping her eyes.

"What—" she yawns, stretching her hands, "Happened?" she finishes, staring around the kitchen and finally leaving her gaze on me.

"You fell asleep," I shrug, focusing on cleaning the cup; after I finish, I turn off the faucet and place the cup down.

"What time is it?"

Again, I shrug, not really carrying what time it is. All I knew is that it's late…

Silence…ear deafening silence…awkwardness is in the atmosphere…I take a seat across from her and stare at my hands. How weird…Usually, someone would say something…of course it was never me…I'm not what you call chatty…

I hear her inhale and then exhale. Was she as uneasy as me?

It bothers me because sometimes when I'm around her, I get emotional…something that I'm unaccustomed to. All of these unwanted feelings start to resurface; I could've sworn that I buried them years ago! But it feels…odd…I get these thoughts from each feeling, and it's just odd because I've never received them before…and whether I like it or not, I continue to receive them when she's around me…curses…But the good thing is that I've never felt that emotion…love…My stomach churns just thinking about it…

"Did you find an answer…?"

I look up; she's staring at me curiously.

How can I find an answer to a question I don't understand?

She smiles, but her grin is different than her regular smiles…it is…sad. Behind her cheerful face, she's possibly in pain, mourning for her late family. Sometimes, I think that her joyfulness is just an act; something to keep us from worrying about her.

Not knowing what I was doing, I suddenly blurt out the thought that first appeared in my mind.

"Sometimes…when I wake up in the middle of the night…I hear sobs." I stare into her eyes; her grin fades to nothingness and I think I saw a flash of pain…or was it just my imagination? "Is it you…?"

Her gaze falls to her hands; slowly, she stands up and exits the kitchen. Glancing at me, she says, "Good night, Kai." Soon after, she leaves for bed.

Good night…

See? Emotional…since when did I ever say good night to anyone? It's a good thing I didn't say it aloud…or that would be a bit more shocking…

As I walk back to bed, I think about the question. Maybe I did understand it a bit, but I just denied it…maybe…

Strangely, I feel sorrow well up in my heart…or what's left of it… Maybe I did have an answer…

Laying down on my stomach on my so called "bed", I bury my face in my pillow.

"We all break, Kai."

I raise my head and turn around towards the source of the noise. It is obvious that it was her. No one in this house says anything as weird and abnormal as she does. I bet no one in the world says things like she does! Plus, she kind of etched her voice into my head…

I lay on my back and stare up at the ceiling, or where I thought the ceiling is--it's so dark that when I stare up all I can see is black, as if we were trapped in a dungeon. That thought makes me feel sick to my stomach, since I was stuck in a room that resembled a dungeon for a while when I was with Voltaire…

I turn around and face the corner. I seem to turn there when I want to think, like it was my own little world.

Maybe I do break so easily…

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