I'm back! Did you miss me? What do you mean "No" ?! On a serious note , here is chapter three.
"I'm sorry Maka. I didn't mean to bump into you, I wasn't paying attention. However, I'm really glad to see you. I thought you moved away. I'm glad you didn't," He smiles shyly and brings my wrist close to his mouth. "I missed you...", he trails off before softly pressing his warm lips to my unsuspecting hand.
I can't help but let a small sigh escape my mouth at the feeling as blush becomes apparent on my face. He drops my hand and gazes at me with tenderness. This is why I like Kid, as a friend. He is so kind, caring, and he has a good heart. I allow my mind to wander through old memories that Kid and I shared. Most of them were at school, but that doesn't make them any less precious. A picture of Kid kissing my cheek as I looked away, flustered and embarrassed, flashes through my mind. Oh yes, I remember that. I also remember punishing him for doing that by giving him a Maka-chop that wasn't that hard, but still caused him to moan in pain. Another memory earns my attention, of him smiling like an idiot as he holds my hand and leads me into the library. Ah. The library. My old sanctuary. I had spent many afternoons and some nights in there, either studying or reading, with Kid.
He and I are so similar, yet so different. We both enjoy reading to the fullest extent and have brains full of knowledge. Both of us have our own problems, while his are a bit more luxurious. I struggle with self-hate, while he gets used. Everybody wants something out of him. I know this frustrates him, because he has told me so on many occasions. Some people only hang out with him to gain popularity or attention. At the fault of past experiences, both of us have our own form of trust issues. He isn't sure who his real friends are, while I have no friends. Despite our similarities, we have our differences as well. His heart is full of warmth, forgiveness and acceptance, while mine holds desperate depression and loneliness.
We are opposites with common interests and issues. That's the perfect description. Well, opposites attract, right? Like how positive and negative charges are drawn together by an unseen force. Is that what brought Kid and I together today? We are quite the pair, if I do say so myself. To be completely honest, whenever I'd thought about Kid since the last time I saw him five months ago -which is more than I'd like to admit- I felt sort of empty and hollow inside. Is that what yearning is? Does that mean that I missed him? I suppose it does. Well, I can't blame myself. He is rather good company to keep after all. I giggle, earning a quizzical look from a certain lover of symmetry.
I shake my head lightly, dismissing all thoughts from my mind as I gaze at the raven haired boy in front of me. Seeing him here and hearing his voice makes me feel almost whole. My soul still feel incomplete, but slightly less than usual. This must be what Marie feels like when I visit her every so often. I haven't seen her in a while. I should visit her soon. "Marie", I unwillingly mumble as I think about how nice it would be to see her. Kid gazes at me with understanding apparent in his eyes. "Marie? I know where she lives. I visit her sometimes because she gets lonely now that you no longer live there. I can accompany you to her house if you would like."
I'm not sure if that is a good idea. However, I do want to visit her, and she would be absolutely thrilled if I brought a friend. She knows Kid well and she trusts him. What's the worst that could happen? "I suppose that would be alright.", I say excitedly. Kid enthusiastically grabs my hand and pulls me in the direction of Marie-san's house. With the pain in my legs long forgotten, I think about how Marie's face is sure to light up at my sudden appearance. I travel along side my only friend silently.
Before I know it, a familiar large and beautifully designed red brick house welcomes me. I step up to the door and smile widely. Upon looking over at Kid, I discover that his eyes are shining with an emotion that I rarely get. Happiness. I'm experiencing that feeling right now as well. Why is he feeling it though? I know why I'm happy in this moment, but I have no idea why he feels the same. Does he feel this emotion because he is with me? Am I making him happy? That is preposterous. His reason for being glad must be that he is reuniting me with the woman who I think of as my mother. Yes, he must be smiling so widely because he knows that my visit will make Marie smile too. I know Kid thinks of her as family. Not like a mother, but like an aunt or something. Lord Death and Marie have been best friends since high school so Kid has known Marie his whole life. I know that they care about each other, which I think is a good thing. Marie lives alone so Kid keeps her company some times, and I'm grateful for that. He certainly has been treating Marie better than I so... he's a much better child than me.
Kid knocks loudly on the door eight times. The door open abruptly and two delicate yet surprisingly strong arms wrap around me, pulling me inside the building. I hug the woman back, focusing on her smell of roses and pine. She pulls away and smiles brightly at me, the happiness in her face evident. "Maka-chan," she squeals. "Hello, Marie! It's been a long time since I've seen you."
"Too long", she agrees before shifting her eyes to the doorway and noticing Kid standing there casually with his eyes on us.
Her smile widens slightly before she tells him to come inside and shuts the door behind him. They strike up a conversation about time and coincidences or something, so I busy myself with looking around. I walk over to the wall, drinking in the sight of my old home and branding it into my memory. Faded lavender walls with pictures hanging on them, pale purple carpet, rich red furniture. I look at all of the pictures one by one, trying to remember when and where each was taken. I see a photo of Marie when she was my age. She was so beautiful, and she still is. She looks like a prettier version of me in this photo. Next is a picture of Lord Death in his high school years. He looked just like Kid, but a bit taller and his face is was a bit more narrow. Other than that, they could be twins. I look at a picture of Marie and I when I first moved in with her, right after she earned custody of me. A look of uneasiness was on my face because I wasn't sure if Marie was trustworthy or not. She was a nice teacher, but I knew nothing of her personal life or attitude. I soon found out how nice and loving she was.
I skim through the many photos on the wall and one catches my eye. I linger on that photo for a moment. It was of my mom, dad and I. I reached dad's mid-chest, since I was only nine. We all look blissfully happy. Yes. My favorite picture in the whole world.
I quickly revert my eyes to the dining room before I start remembering my parents. It's not really a dining room, just a small area that leads into the kitchen.
I step onto the cold, tiled floor and look thoughtfully at the small glass table that sits there. I've eaten many meals while sitting at that table. I step past the table into the kitchen. The counter is made of red wood and the sink that is just to the right is made of stainless steel. The fridge sits in the far left corner, the stove across from it. I used to cook in here. I stride from the kitchen, passed the dining area and back into the living room. Marie and Kid are still talking, they are probably letting me wander around for a while, so I drift up the creaky, old stairs that lead to the bedrooms. The first door to the left is Marie's room. I slowly open the door and step into the room. The scent of roses fills my nose. The walls and carpet are the same as in the living room, and there is a queen sized bed in the middle of the room with crimson sheets and sapphire pillows. The crimson reminds me of something that I've seen recently, but I can't put my finger on it. A deep pink dresser stands in the corner to the right of the bed, and a small wooden nightstands is just to the left of the bed.
More pictures litter the walls, and some dirty clothes are strewn over the floor. Not too messy, but not exactly clean either. I see the door to Marie's bathroom, but there's no need to go in there, so I exit the room and shut the door quietly. I run to the down the hall and to the right, to the lovely white door that I'm awfully familiar with. I push the door open and stride into my old room. The walls and floors are the same beautiful colors as the rest of the house. A twin sized bed lounges in the far right corner, covered in deep pink sheets and plush purple pillows. In the left corner, a pink dresser sits, filled with old clothes that I used to wear. Nothing else is in here, except for a few photos, but I still feel at home. I lay across my old bed that smells like clean clothes and sunflowers. I stretch my muscles and cover myself with the blanket, twisting it around me. I giggle and allow my eyes to close for a brief moment.
