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Chapter 3: Reunited

Oliver POV

The soft ticking of a clock was the only noise heard within Oliver Davis's apartment.

The noise kept him preoccupied while he read a book containing everything paranormal lie in his hand.

The quiet sunk him in like sand. His steady shoulders were trained to be calm. Collected. Reserved. All the things his father was. Everything Eugene was not.

The four years in which his former assistant had been long gone, he had grown quite a large amount of knowledge about his PK and psychometric abilities. He was still not able to use it as often as he would like, but he learned to control it like some cliché samurai learned that their sword was the extension of their arm. Oliver's powers were similar.

Though his knowledge about the paranormal wasn't the only thing that expanded. His mind became more assertive. He liked to express his opinion without having the burden of guilt or embarrassment.

Oliver somehow became more ruthless. Still prideful – of course. Though with his lack of expressing emotion, he had a hard time feeling them inside. He felt empty. A part of his brain that felt sadness or remorse was numbed to the point where he had fault in its existence.

So here he was, sitting quietly in his apartment with a small lampshade by his desk, reading something he had already read. Though he supposed the lamp was unnecessary. The moon was bright enough.

And that's where he got his silly nickname from his partner in crime, Lin. The name Noll occasionally turns to "owl" due to Oliver's habit of reading under the moonlight instead of sunlight.

The fool was getting older and the more reserved Lin tried to be, everyone took it as a joke and their laughs pierced Oliver's ears.

He hated hearing laughter.

He wasn't always like this. So many years ago when he had an assistant that made his brain ache, yet made his heart tick a beat faster – he liked hearing it. Especially hers. It was annoying – yes. But it was pure joy. Pure happiness. Nothing fake.

Oliver stopped his reading and took his gaze outside.

He was beginning to feel something again, although. Ever since… Ever since he picked unconscious Mai up from the street… Something in his heart started working again..

He hated it. He was thinking about her too much. He hated the fact that every time he tried to read his brain always found room for her.

And here he was again. Doing the same thing.

He sighed, looking at the clock. Only 12 a.m. Not bad. Usually he'd stay up till the sun rose. Though he wished he could somehow fall into a deep slumber. Maybe for a day. Or 10 years. Which ever. Anything to get his mind off of her.

Oliver glanced at the door, wondering if she was going to wake up soon.

The timing was… ridiculous.

The sudden shrill of a scream erupted through the apartments halls and Oliver flew from his spot, tearing down the hallway and into his bedroom where she lay.

The sight would have been heartbreaking if Oliver could feel heartbreak.

Mai thrashed in her bed while tears as slick as the sheets ran down her face. Her eyes were shut tight when Oliver rushed to her side and began shaking her shoulders furiously.

"Mai!" He commanded, gripping her shoulders tighter. "Mai wake up!"

Another second of Oliver's rough voice shook her out of her sleep and she mumbled soft, slow whimpers.

The words she mumbled were incoherent to Oliver's ears, but soon enough – she slowly fluttered her eyes open to him.

They were blurry. Not to mention dark, since the lack of light. But she managed to squeak one word out.

"…Eugene?"

A thud in his chest made him let go of her. Or maybe it was a squeeze in his chest? Something that had hurt an exceptional amount made him want to back into the corner and… cry?

No no – Oliver Davis does not cry. And certainly does not cry in a corner.

He found himself backing away anyway, but that was before Mai threw her arms around his neck and practically tipped him over.

"Y-You have no idea how much I've missed you!" She sobbed into the crook of his neck. "Your stupid brother left me and I-I haven't been able to see anyone! Gene I've been so lonely!"

A twitch in his jaw muscle was seen, though somehow hadn't found the courage to rip away.

After a moment of quiet, he spoke.

"You have the wrong brother, Mai." He said through clenched teeth.

And that's when Mai froze and shoved him away. She looked at him through surprised, wide eyes.

Those eyes suddenly hardened into hatred and her hand quickly met his cheek.

Mai slapped him hard across the face. It was hard enough that he almost fell of the bed himself, but managed to keep himself composed.

Other than the burning in his left cheek, his mouth slightly inched open and looked at the girl with wide eyes.

Silence wrung in his ears.

Did she just slap the famous Oliver Davis?

There was another moment of silence while he stared at her through curious eyes.

Mai looked furious. Or rather – she tried to be. Her arched eyebrows softened and her frown couldn't be helped when her lips twitched into a huge grin.

She began laughing like a mad woman.

Oliver continued to stare.

Was he to send her to a mental institute?

The brunettes shoulders shook as she laughed hysterically to herself, covering her mouth with a hand. Tears still ran down her face and Oliver still couldn't determine whether she was happy or sad. Or completely insane.

Mai wiped the final giddy, tears from her eyes and she looked at him with a huge open smile.

"You have no idea how long I've waited to do that," she giggled.

He ran a hand through his hair to get it away from his sweaty forehead, saying nothing. He had nothing really to say. He was speechless.

"...Alright," was all he managed to get out.

An awkward silence hung in between them and Mai started picking at the sheets.

"So you came to wake me up? Why?" She said, though avoiding his face.

He sighed, hoping to forget the incident. "You were having a nightmare."

She rolled her eyes. "I know that, but how did you know I was?"

Oliver's keen eyes studied her face and found that she hadn't actually known.

"You were screaming, Mai."

Her expression morphed into shock and then curiosity. She looked away quickly and stared at the wall, trying to remember.

"My dream… Was about…" she mumbled, more to herself than him. She placed a fist on her forehead and tapped it a couple times. "Ahhh shoot! What the heck was it about?!"

Oliver watched her and then took his gaze outside. There was much he had to inform her about… And there was many questions she needed to answer.

Oliver cleared his throat. "Mai, do you remember much of what happened?"

He turned his head back to the girls face and found it yet again, changed with an expression. This was something he hadn't seen yet on the 19 year old.

Horror.

A look of horror in her dilated pupils let Oliver's question follow through.

"I-I remember!" She gasped, her breaths growing faster.

He grabbed her shoulder. "Remember what, Mai? Of your dream or of what happened before you fell unconscious?"

Mai tossed his hand away and placed her hands on her forehead. "I-I remember… I remember.. I remember..!"

Oliver grasped her chin and forced her to look at him. "Remember what, Mai?" He commanded.

For a moment, only her rapid breaths were heard.

"E-Everything."

He nodded and had expected her to be calm. But the girl was the complete opposite. The roll of emotions flooded through her and began to make her breaths abnormally faster than any sane person. Her eyes were wide, shocking, and staring right at him like he was some terrifying monster.

Though she wasn't really looking at him, per say. It was like she was watching a movie reply in her mind and she couldn't really see anything but the probable scarring images in her brain.

Mai was hyperventilating and Oliver placed his hands on her shoulders.

"Mai, breath. Everything is okay. Focus on me."

She couldn't though. "I killed him I killed him – Naru. I killed a human being –"

He stared into her eyes. "It was ruled self defense, Mai. He was robbing your apartment. Everything that you think you know is not true. Everything is going to be fine."

Oliver found himself pulling her in closer. It was awkward, and he hesitated.

But Mai wasn't coherent and he thought it best to calm her racing heart.

He put her in the crook of his neck and gently patted her back as she sobbed tears into his shirt. The whole thing was practically soaking only a minute in and he decided it was best to get rid of the shirt afterwards.

But afterwards would be a long time and he decided later on that maybe it was best to have his assistant be present when Mai is having a meltdown.

Oliver was staring out the window – looking at the rising sun doing its usual routine that usually involved basking the sky in light blues and oranges – when he finally noticed that he had still been awkwardly patting Mai's back when she had already fell asleep.

Her breathing was calm and Oliver was glad for the pressure to be off his shoulder.

He put a blanket on her and gave her one nod as if approving she did a good job.

And then he left.