Patience
"You're up early, that's surprising, you're training, that's even more surprising" a light girl's voice taunted from the gym bleachers. The sweat rolled down his temple and he swiped at it quickly as he got up from his stance.
"You shouldn't be up" he said, his tone was for once angry.
"I can do whatever I want and I don't need your permission first" she answered haughtily.
"It's good to know that wound isn't stopping your bitching" he muttered. There was a scoff, as she stepped down towards him. Her right hand cradled the left side of her body and Kyle flinched involuntarily.
"Stop it" she commanded, "all this self-loathing is annoying"
"You don't get to tell me what to do!" he roared, though his reaction didn't seem to faze Frederica in the least. Kyle punched the nearby wall in frustration, "what did I do all my training for?" he turned and kicked a practice dummy.
"You did what you were suppose to do, it was an accident, you were always stupid, but I don't doubt that you did all you could out there"
"All I could? All I could almost killed Marie, all I could, is the reason you have that wound" he whipped around until he was finally facing her.
"It's just a scar now" she said and Kyle's hand slowly traced around the white patch that now marred his face, and suddenly he could recall all the pain he went through, it was mind numbing. He was shook out of his reverie when a small warm hand closed over his – the one that was slowly tracing his scar. In a rare moment of intimacy Frederica had pulled him into a hug, her arms slung high to accommodate the height difference. With her shirt pulled higher, Kyle's hands that hung loosely around her hips started to trace her scar. The shiver that ran through her body had nothing to do with the temperature and all to do with their proximity.
"Have some patience you stupid monkey" she quipped her eyes closed as she leaned closer, "we've lived through the day of rebirth and we can live through this"
"I'm sorry, for yesterday...for right now"
"Yeah, well" the girl mused pulling back from him, "you wouldn't be you if you weren't running head first into things"
"I guess I'm just a stupid hyperactive monkey like that"