Kiba

I woke up right as it was turning light outside. I was in an apartment. I knew that much. But it wasn't Masomi's. My brain couldn't remember whose place this was, until I felt something next to me. I turned my head over and saw Charity next to me. She was still sleeping soundly. I then remembered what happened last night. I had a confrontation with my father, and I horrible one at that.

I had learned that he had left my mother, fallen in love with a human, had a Half-breed son that he cared me about than me, and had given up his role as Messenger angel so he could be with them. My chest ached with the memory of how my whole life had changed with only a few words. I wasn't prepared or anything when I learned about all of this, and I was knocked off my feet by all of that information.

I rolled over and faced a still sleeping Charity. I felt strange being next to her. Even though my father had broken his own rule about humans, I found it weird to be going against something that I had been told my whole life. I could finally be with Charity if I wanted to though. My father hadn't followed his own rule, and that meant I didn't have to either. I had gone to Charity's apartment last night because I needed to talk with somebody who sort of knew what I was going through.

She had issues with her real parents too, even though she didn't know them. We hadn't done much talking about my father last night though. I lifted my hand and brushed away one of her auburn locks from her face. Charity didn't even stir. She was out cold. I quietly climbed out of the bed and walked into the living room part of the apartment.

It was dead silent in the building, and I could hear everything going on outside; the cars cranking up with people in them to get ready to go to work, kids laughing as they got on school busses. The world was coming alive outside, while my world felt dead and still. I walked around the living room and stopped to look on a shelf. There was a picture of a man and woman, who I assumed were the people who adopted Charity.

They looked like any other typical people to me. Nothing special or unique about them. There were other pictures of Charity and people who I figured were her friends. "Kiba?" I jumped, and turned around to see Charity standing outside of her room. She rubbed her eyes and yawned sleepily.

I smiled. It still felt odd after avoiding her for four years, and suddenly being in her apartment with her. She walked past me and into the kitchen. I followed and watched her start making a pot of coffee. After a while, she poured herself a cup, and brought the rim up near her nose and breathed it in.

A smile went across her face, and she took a small sip. "You want a cup?" I shook my head. I didn't want anything to drink, much less that bitter drink. She shrugged her shoulders and walked into the living room and sat on a couch. She asked me, "You just going to stand there, or are you going to sit and tell me what was up with you last night?"

I suddenly didn't want to tell her what happened with me and my father, but I needed to tell somebody. I walked over and sat next to her on the couch, since there weren't any other seats in the living room except in a far corner. Charity took another sip of her coffee, and then sat the cup down on the table in front of us.

She said, "You were saying something about your father last night. What happened between you two?" She seemed genuinely concerned about me. I started to tell her about the conversation between my father and I. It was hard for me to do, but I got through it.

Charity was holding the half full cup of coffee between her hands, and she was staring into the dark liquid. She said, "Wow. I don't really know what to say about that. It must be hard for you to take all of that in." I nodded my head, and she continued to talk.

"I kind of had something like that happen to me. It was when my adopted parents told me the truth. I didn't want to believe them, and I ran off but later came back to them after thinking for a while. They may have not been my real parents, but they were the ones who raised me. And that's all that counts in the long run. But it was very hard for me to digest that news."

It felt good to know somebody who kind of went through what I was going through myself. Charity finished off the rest of her coffee, and she sat the empty cup on the table in front of us. She asked me, "So, what are you going to do about your father now?"

I leaned back into the couch and sighed. "He's dead to me. As far as I know, he never existed, and I've never seen him." Charity sighed and told me, "You can try and try to convince yourself about that, but he's still going to be your father. Whether you want him to be or not. You don't have to like him or anything, but you can't just erase him from your life. It doesn't work like that sadly."

I sighed. I wish it did. Charity looked up at the wall clock and sighed. "I hate that I have to work today. At least I'm getting off early." She stood up from the couch and stretched. She told me, "You can stay here today if you want." She looked at me, and I thanked her for her kindness.

Charity certainly was a good-hearted person. She vanished into her room and came back in a changed set of clothes for her job at a restaurant. Charity repeated herself, "Like I said, you can stay here for however long you want to." I nodded my head, and she left out of the apartment.

How long would it be till she got back? I then remembered Masomi. He'd probably been wondering where I ran off to last night. I searched around the apartment, and found a phone and punched in Masomi's number. It rang three times before he picked up. "Ello? Who's this?"

I straightened a phonebook that was on the table next to the phone and said, "It's Kiba." My voice sounded tired, and almost like it wasn't mine. Masomi then said loudly, "Kiba! Dude, where did you run off to last night! And where the heck are you calling from anyway?"

I yawned and told him, "I'll explain why I ran off later, but right now I'm calling from Charity's apartment." Masomi laughed and said, "Alright, buddy! Bout time you hooked up with her." I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "I haven't hooked up with her. I just needed somebody to talk to last night." I leaned my back against the wall, and looked at the little paintings on the wall.

"You needed somebody to talk to? Why didn't you come to me for a shoulder to lean on?" He was pretending to sound hurt, because I could hear that he was trying not to laugh. I told him, "I didn't go to you because you had some chick on the couch. By the way, that couch better get cleaned." This time Masomi did laugh, and I couldn't help but smile myself.

He said, "Don't worry, I'll spray it down with Lysol if it makes you feel any better. I don't even know where that chick went anyway. When I woke up, she's was gone. Perhaps she was a ghost." I shook my head and told him, "Masomi, even you aren't stupid enough to believe that."

We both laughed again. He then asked me, "So, when ya gunna swing on by back here?" I thought for a moment and said, "I think I'm going to stay here a little bit longer. I might come back tomorrow." Masomi was quiet for a moment before saying, "Whatever floats your boat." We ended the conversation, and I put the phone back on its holder.

Kiba

Charity came back into the apartment a little bit after noon. She had a plastic back and held it up. "I brought you something to eat if you want some." I smiled and thanked her. She walked into the kitchen and stuck the food into the fridge so I could eat it whenever I wanted. "So, how was your day around here?" I shrugged my shoulders and told her, "Pretty quiet." She asked me, "Was it boring here? I'm sorry if it was."

Charity sat down next to me on the couch. I told her, "I didn't mind it. I actually like the quiet. It's something I don't get enough of around Masomi." She smiled and said, "Masomi might be kind of weird, but he seems like a good person."

I smiled and said, "You got that part right. You know, if it wasn't for Masomi, I wouldn't have gotten a place to stay…..Or met you." I saw her face flush a little and she said, "I guess I owe Masomi for that then." I felt my own face warm up. Even though accepting these feelings felt strange to me, I wasn't about to try and push them away again.

I had a chance with Charity now, and I wasn't going to pass it up. I wondered if this was how my father felt when he met that human. He had to have felt something like this if it meant staying with her and having a kid. I glanced up at the wall and saw a painting of an angel.

I asked her, "Do you believe in angels?" Charity shrugged her shoulders and told me, "A little bit. I believe that somebody's watching out for everyone. I also just think they're kinda cool, because you know. I have that crazy dream to fly on my own." I smiled, but it slowly faded. What would she think if I told her the truth about what and who I was? Would she accept me like that woman accepted my father?

Or would she run away? I decided that I couldn't take that risk. Not yet. I could finally have her, and I didn't want to lose her by laying my secret on the line. If I had to pretend to be a human around her, then so be it. Maybe one day I'd tell her, but not now. I was going to enjoy being around her for the time being.

Charity snapped me out of my thoughts when she asked me, "Do you believe in angels?" I smiled and said, "Yeah. I do." I lifted my hand up and cupped her cheek in my palm. Last night may have been more about trying to get my father back and proving that I could break his rule too, but I things were different now.

I had put him in my past, and I now had a possible future in front of me. My fingers tingled when they touched her soft face. She leaned forward, and our foreheads touched the others. Her eyes were shut when I lifted her chin up with my fingers, and brought her lips to mine.

My chest fluttered when they touched, and I snaked my arms around her waist and brought her closer to me. I loved being close to her. I had to admit, if I wasn't for my father uprooting the world I knew, I might not have been able to make myself a new one.

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