Mikayla successfully survived avoiding Harvar for a whole week. She continued to follow several rules a day, assuming he continued life as life was normally lived. The fair girl, cleaned the apartment on a daily basis, did her laundry, wore shoes in public most days, stopped smoking without difficulty, and combed her short messy hair into a style that was manageable and sleek. However, class attendance was still poor. Getting herself to class only happened once, and that was the day her partner slept in. Mick assumed that he went to class the other days since breaking any type of small rule seemed to appall him. If she had made it to her classes, attempts to avoid him would not have gone so well.
During the time school was skipped, Mikayla trained on her own. Out of practice was not a good condition to be in so the girl decided it was best to increase physical strength. Everyday the bow weapon found herself in a small wooded area where training would be private and quiet.
It was Monday again, and Mick brought herself outside to a well liked training spot when the sky began to grow dark. Grey and black clouds blotted out the sun's smiling face. Mikayla was so into her training; she didn't notice how dark the world had become until a drop of rain landed on her nose.
Thunder cracked through the skies, and she cried out loud before diving inside a hollow tree for shelter.
With Harvar's dissipating dislike for his supposed-to-be new partner, he set out to look for her in the rain. Apprehension was the best way to describe how he felt at that moment, as the rain turned into a storm. The lightning spear quickened his pace. Rain poured while thunder and lightning cracked through the sky every couple seconds. The lightning boy broke into a run.
After not finding her during his other searches through out the week, the lad headed straight for the wooded area of the city. And before a half an hour's search ended after tearing through the bushes and trees, and getting soaked to the bone, he heard sniffling coming from the inside of a tree. He circled around it, and found Mikayla curled into a tight shivering ball.
Pity was the only word or feeling he could draw in to describe the girl. Seeing her curled so tightly, reminded him of a small child afraid of a storm without having any parents to cry to.
Harvar kneeled in front of her, with a quiet "Hey,"
She looked up at him, and instantly cringed. Lightning cracked again, and she jumped at the sound.
Harvar wondered to himself, and lightning struck somewhere in the small forest. The flash of the light and volume of the thunder that followed it caused Mikayla pull herself into a tighter ball. Lightning boy remembered something that led him to a conclusion. She started to avoid him only after Mao's lesson, although Harvar had become aware of her slight dislike for him, there was no way the weapon could avoid him for that long without a stronger reason. It could be... Mikayla really was afraid of storms; or more precisely, of lightning? If she was afraid of lightning, she was afraid of him.
He suddenly regretted ever treating her poorly.
"Mikayla," he said softly. Leaning in toward her, he offered his hand. It was uncharacteristic of him to show any type of kindness, and the boy was perfectly aware of that, but something warm couldn't help build within him. "We should go back to the apartment."
The girl raised her head, and stared at him dumbfounded. 'This must bee some type of trick,' she thought. Lightning truck again, she flinched, and tucked back into a ball.
Harvar didn't want to waste time, out in the cold rain. He grew frustrated with her, yet attempted to keep his voice calm, "Come on, I don't care if you're afraid of lightning, you're safer with me inside, than you are out here." He didn't wait for a response that time and simply picked her up.
Mick was about to struggle, but she noticed the warmth of his body, despite being sopping wet, and allowed him to carry her back to his apartment.
He was right, she was afraid of lightning. Which was partially why, when he tried to wield her the rejection was so painful. And after feeling the warmth of his body against hers, it was right to think she could be safer with him.
When they arrived at the apartment, Harvar did the unthinkable. Rather than setting her down on the usual place where she slept - the couch- he set her in Ox's room, on his bed. They were both soaked from the trek back to the apartment in the rain, so he prepared the bed for her, brought hot tea into the room and put it on Ox's nightstand.
It felt odd to be back in the room, after so long, after knowing Ox hadn't been in there for almost a month, but the feeling disappeared as Mikayla drifted off to a quiet sleep.
Harvar still couldn't believe that the reason she avoided him was because she was afraid of lightning, then he thought his bad behavior, and clear hate for her probably made a major contribution. He decided he would have to make up for it, and also try to get her to stop fearing lightning, or rather, him.
He looked back to his sleeping partner, and even though she was asleep, her face looked restless, but beautiful none the less. Her white hair fluffed as it dried, and lay over her forehead. A light blush rested on her cheeks, and her lips were pinker than usual. She was probably getting a fever after being so cold.
Harvar rested his palm over her forehead to check her temperature, it was getting hot, but wasn't quite the fever. He was about to pull his hand away, but then hesitated. He drew in closer without a care towards the developing cold...and kissed her.