Well, here's chapter 3. This is dedicated to Abandoned-Insomniac who got Kimiaru's ability right. Also to darkangelyuna14 who understood her ability too. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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Chapter: 3
Realizations
"Kimiaru!" A voice whispered. "Kimiaru!"
Said girl whimpered in her sleep, her name kept invading her dreams and - whoever was saying it - was getting louder. When it finally stopped, she relaxed and snuggled deeper into the duvet, the next thing, however, pissed her off even more than the previous attempt to wake her up.
At first it was a soft prod at her hip, then it was a more insistent poke, and finally, it was a painful jab that just kept attacking her ribs. The female grabbed the wrist - that was attached to the finger - that kept trying to dispel her dreamland and bring her back to the real world - it worked, but she wasn't the least bit happy that her sleep-time had been cut short.
Golden, bloodshot orbs (telltale signs of lack of sleep) opened to meet similar gilt eyes - minus the countless veins.
Staring back at her was Jasdero with his head tilted to the side, "it's time to wake up now, we're going out again to look for innocence."
Blinking twice, Kimiaru sat up and stretched, "there's no need for that," she unzipped the suitcase that was at the foot of her bed and brought out the shorts she had worn the day before, her hand retrieved the magnets that were buried in her left pocket and showed them to the blonde Noah, "I have it right here."
He leaned closer and closer to the two objects sitting in her palm before springing back, a large grin found it's way to his sewed lips before he jumped up happily, "yay! That means free-time!" In less than a minute, he shot to his bed and wound the thick bandages around his arms then snatched his gun from the bedside table, he rushed out the door after shouting out that he'd be at the park.
The sixteen-year-old slipped out of bed and scurried over to the bathroom (but not before she got out the clothes she would be wearing - she vowed never to make that mistake again), it never occurred to her that she hadn't seen Debitto, but then again, she was never a morning person so she didn't think to much when she had just woken up.
Debitto applied the last of his make-up to his right eye then set the container down and capped it. His ears picked up his brother shouting "I'll be at the park!" then a door slamming, he frowned when he realized that his brother never went looking for innocence without him, and that they had searched the entire park yesterday so there was no need to do it again. The only reason that Jasdero would visit a place like that twice would be because they were finished with the assignment and he wanted to play, so Debi was definitely confused with the blonde's behavior.
Sighing, the dark-haired twin wrapped a towel around his waist and proceeded to get out, his hand grasped the handle and opened the door - simultaneously - with Kimiaru.
The brunette staggered forward because of the force that the door had been flung open, she bumped into something and took a step back - rubbing her forehead. The female's eyes fluttered open and she concluded that, no, she hadn't stumbled into a brick wall, she had, in fact, rammed into Debitto in all his shirtless glory.
Two things registered in her mind at that moment.
#1: Debitto has a killer six pack.
#2: The guy is freakin' sexy!
Debitto, on the other hand, was staring at what she was wearing; the only thing that ran through his mind at the moment was: 'Aren't those types of things only for show?'
Kimiaru's attire was a light, white, silk, mid-thigh nightgown that was pure lace at the abdomen, rim, sleeves and neckline. The outfit looked like it would rip if it was stretched in, let alone slept in; he decided that since it was still in mint condition after being worn by the brunette (who had a very fitful sleep) then it was much tougher than it looked.
He was the first one to snap out of his daze and an amused smirk formed on his face when he caught her ogling.
"Like what you see?"
The sixteen-year-old broke out of her trance and flushed red and the clothes in her hands fell to the floor, forcing her face to get rid of the blush, she made eye contact with him and crossed her arms over her chest. He was almost a head taller than her which made her have to look up at him (she didn't really mind though) but it was comforting to know that she could still throw him over a table. Honestly though, she didn't know how to reply to that. A simple "no" would have been extremely lame so she settled for silence.
She went behind him and literally kicked him out while telling him that the innocence had been found the day before and was lying on the coffee table.
Once the door was closed and locked, the chestnut-haired girl massaged her temples. Why didn't she just say that - no she did not like what she saw - and be done with it, for some reason, her brain had screamed at her NOT to say those words and after that, it just shut down. She groaned as she recalled what had happened those few seconds she had stared at him: her mouth went dry, her palms began to sweat, she had to fight down a blush (which eventually came out) and her thoughts all went haywire. Her eyes widened as she figured out something - she found Debitto to be, by all means, attractive - even his arrogance was somewhat appealing.
Her words came out in an almost inaudible tone, so much so that if she hadn't been the one to say them then she wouldn't have known what she had said, "I think I have a crush." The next words, however, were not nearly as quiet as the last set when she realized what was missing from her hands, "DAMN IT!"
Kimiaru twirled the magnets around each other and kept walking towards the "Plaza de San Fernando". Once there, she spotted a blonde child point at a spot on the bench and look at her mother with tears in her green eyes, striding over, the teenage Noah pulled out the necklace she had received yesterday from the pocket of her beige capris and knelt down next to her.
"Is this yours by any chance?"
Glassy forest orbs studied her for a moment before slim fingers took the amulet from her hand.
"I found it over there in those bushes and thought it might belong to you."
"Thank you."
Smiling, she nodded her response and started to make her way to the outskirts of the city.
Pedro walked down the streets of Carmona with his hands running through his jet-black hair, was he really making the right decision? As he looked at all the crowds, all the people who lived in this city on an every-day basis, he couldn't help but wonder if they would really be safer if he decided to become an exorcist. Would he be able to protect them? What if he didn't come in time? Memories from the evening before flitted into his mind.
(Start of flashback)
He was in a more rural area of the city, he couldn't think properly when surrounded by all those tourists. The boy supposed he had been a bit over-dramatic when they had told him to join the Order, but what could he say, he was scared. The life of an exorcist was frightening and dangerous, they faced demons day and night, every moment was a matter of life and death - one wrong move would result in the latter. Sighing, Pedro sat down at the marble edge of a fountain he was very fond of when frustrated - the sound of the water falling was equivalent to a good massage whenever stress started to weigh down on him.
It wasn't that the boy was afraid of the exorcist life, no, not at all, it was just that he was terrified of the effect it would have on his family. His mother was deathly sick, the doctor said she would recover soon - it was true but she was too weak to do almost anything. His father was off in some other country working a good job so that his family could live comfortably, the only problem with it was that he couldn't visit too often, so Pedro had been the one to take care of his two brothers and one sister, run to the post office and get the check that his dad sent twice a week, pick up provisions from stores, get his siblings to school and run his mom's (successful) store.
In all honesty, even when his mom did get better, he didn't want to leave his home. Carmona, of Seville, of Spain was his heritage, never once had he left the village or even wondered what was beyond the beautiful monuments from centuries ago. Pedro rubbed his head and groaned, what would happen if akuma came to his town and the exorcist assigned didn't get here in time? What if his family was killed in the attack, whereas, if he had stayed, he would have been able to protect them?
A couple was walking by; the man's hand rose from his side, hesitated, then finally wrapped around the woman's and their fingers intertwined. She giggled shyly and leaned against his shoulder, both unaware of the teen watching them from his spot.
Yes, these were the people that Pedro wanted to protect, his town would be defenseless against akuma if he left and if a sudden attack were to arise, there was no doubt that countless would get killed. But, he realized, there were many others like the couple that had just passed by him, countless others of different countries and continents that were innocent but vulnerable like the two he passed. If there truly was a lack of exorcists in the Order, then he couldn't be selfish enough to only care about the people in Carmona and leave all the others around the world. Furthermore, he didn't even know how to use his innocence, Allen Walker had explained to him that it destroyed demons, but how could he if he couldn't actually control it.
He weighed the options out in his head, if he stayed, he would still be useless to his village and could do nothing to save anyone if there was an attack, however, if he went to the Black Order, he would be trained and able to help whoever needed saving from the Earl's demons. He reached into his pocket and caught hold of his innocence, bringing them out, he stared at the two items that were more powerful than they seemed. Each was stuck to the other firmly, but when Pedro threw them in the air, they both detached and floated in mid-air then rocketed back together and emitted a silent green wave. He was definitely surprised but that didn't stop the problem that had now formed.
How was he supposed to get them down?
The boy had quite an arm, whenever baseball was played in his school, he was always picked first, so now, since he had thrown them so high in the air and they were levitating, he was at a loss for what to do. The boy briefly considered climbing the fountain, but one look at the hard, slippery, rough marble that composed the upside-down-umbrella-like fashion made him second guess. Pedro reached for the two magnets without even standing up, and slowly but surely, they found their way to his outstretched hand and just dropped - motionless. He tried it a few more times before just leisurely tossing and catching them, until, of course, a certain brunette entered the picture.
(End of Flashback)
Steeling himself, Pedro nodded, yes, he was making the right decision. He would become an exorcist and he would help those who needed it, he would help the Black Order win the war and he would see his family's smiling faces again. With that thought in mind, the teen started to search his town for the exorcists he met the day before.
AcPa xox: Writing a perverted Debi is so much fun =D And it's my pleasure to update for you wonderful readers.
gothicangel0827: I'm so happy you like this story and my OC!
story expert mel13: Thank you :) I'm happy you liked chapter 2, hopefully you like this one too.
Abandoned-Insomniac: I really needed to hear that, I didn't know if I was making the characters' personalities too OOC but you reassured me so thank you. By the way, you got the ability spot on!
darkangelyuna14/Prune-chan: I'm happy you liked the chapter :D You got her power right, and in a way she kinda does use it to control people.
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