Tada! This is a moment that will be forever remembered. I have finally passed the 3,000 word mark! It will probably take me another 13 chapters to do so. I have forgotten the last two times, but I would like to thank my beta Mia Heartnet for being awesome. I hope all you wonderful viewers and followers and favoriters? enjoy the new chapter, and as always please comment and criticize! You can also friend me on My Candy Love my name is Azyth (I'm so creative) and you can pm with questions or ideas. I'm open to answering within reason.
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Kira's PoV
Castiel? Making me dinner? Flabbergasted at this, my eyes bugged out of my sockets as I saw him rolling up his sleeves. Humming to himself he turned the sink on, every piece of grime and dirt was washed away as he scrubbed.
"Okay!" Clapping his hands together he finally turned to me. "I'll go get the food." Still to amazed at the sequence of events I could only watch as he went back to his backpack which was sitting on the couch. Pillaging through it, Castiel picked up two instant dinners. "Don't worry, I remembered you are vegetarian so I got you cheese ravioli." Of course Castiel couldn't cook, at least he remembered my diet. Popping our meals into the microwave he set the timer and sat across from me.
"You don't have to do this."
"No, I don't" he nodded in agreement "but I promised your aunt that I would watch over you."
"I could lie and say you did your job right. You fed poor little Kira who is incapable of taking care of herself." I didn't want to be alone in this big and empty house, but I also didn't want to need someone to keep me company more though.
"I made a promise." Locking eyes I say a spark of hurt in his eyes before it vanished. "Do you really hate me that much?"
Ducking my head to the side to break eye contact I pressed the palm of my hands to my eyes. "No, more like apathetic towards you." But I'm wasn't. Not really. Someway, somehow, I was coming to enjoy Castiel's company to an extent. A broken heart was the only thing that layed in my future if I got close to him though. I could see that much, no matter what Rosalya said about us being together.
"What…" Gritting his teeth together, Castiel took out his phone and began typing on it. "How do you spell it?" He asked after a few minutes.
"What?"
"Apethitic." Pronouncing it wrong while scratching his head Castiel gave me a curious glance.
"A-p-a-t-h-e-t-i-c." English-nerd alert please.
"Okay." Castiel typed it out on a dictionary website and his nose scrunches up as he reads the definition. "So it's like "not giving a shit"?"
"Putting in your words, yes I guess it would. You could say I have apathetisisim right now." Eyes crinkled as a small smile graced my lips.
"That's not a word."
"It's my word."
"But it's not here on the dictionary, so therefore, it's not a word."
"I am apathetic towards it not being in the dictionary." Blowing air through his nostrils Castiel's only sign that he isn't actually annoyed with me is how his posture is still in complete relaxation mode.
"Fine. Then what does your word "apathetisisim" mean?" Chiding myself for letting myself take the bait I cross my arms.
"It means in a state where you don't care about anything. Pretty much what you have 24/7." Tilting my chair back I almost fall over when the microwave beeps.
"I still like "not giving a shit" more." Slowly getting up out of the chair Castiel turns back to me when he gets our fine salutary meals out of the microwave.
"I am-"
"Apathetic towards what you like. Is what you were going to say weren't you?" Arrogantly smirking because we both know he is right, the only thing I can do to salvage my pride is to go get the drinks. Getting a coke and a sprite out of the fridge, I place them on the table.
"Maybe," I say cryptically not liking that he thinks he is right.
Handing me my meal he doesn't respond. We eat in silence. No irregular sounds of the soft clicking of the keyboard coming from upstairs. It was completely empty.
That's what did it.
Soon my pasta became a mixture of cheese sauce and tears. Castiel didn't say anything, he let me cry quietly. Seconds morph into minutes which morphs into an hour. Castiel just sat there quietly even after he finished with his dinner until I slump forward exhausted from my little episode.
"Come on Kira, you need to get into bed." For the third time today, I let myself get picked up.
"Are you going to leave?" I hated how weak my voice sounded but I feared being alone.
"Not if you don't want me to."
"Whatever you want..." I yawned masking the fear I really felt.
Lifting me into my bed, the last thing I heard was Castiel mumbling softly into my ear "You don't have to pretend to be invincible."
"Wakey, wakey Kee-kee!" Blue hair is the first thing I saw when I opened my eyes.
"What time is it, Alexy?" I asked knowing perfectly well is was him.
"It's eleven o'clock." Alexy blowed into my face and I tried to swat him away but failed when he dodged my hand effortlessly. "Get up Kira! Armin and Castiel might strangle each other if you don't!"
"What? Castiel is still here?" my limbs creaked in protest when I try to sit up.
"Yep, looks like he slept on the couch. I wouldn't have guessed it, but it looks like he takes his promises very seriously," Alexy then skipped downstairs.
I smacked my mouth trying to get the putrid taste out of my mouth. Carefully, stepping down from my bed I try to make sure that I don't have another accident like last time.
I walked to the bathroom and after washing my mouth until the horrible taste lessened, I peeled my cloths off me and stepped into the shower letting the warm water wash away all the shaking in my bones. My eyes traveled to the mirror and in it, I find the reflection of the scar on my back. Left shoulder blade all the way to the bottom of my right ribs. It happened in the car accident. Just a physical reminder of what happened. The scars I've been given from this tragedy don't need a shirt to cover it up. They're already hidden.
Once I was done, I stepped out and knowing that I wasn't going anywhere today I just threw on my black sweatpants and grey sweatshirt. I brushed my black hair straight down until it rested near my waist and I knew it would only get slightly curly when it dried.
The slippers cushioned my steps as I walked downstairs and soon screams and curses made their way into my ears.
"Ahhhhh!"
"You son of a bitch!"
"Die! I'll kick your ass until you can't even sit down!"
"I SHALL RAIN MY FIERY FISTS OF HELL ONTO YOU, BASTARD!" Holy crap! They're killing each other.
I leaped over the remaining stairs, whirled around the corner and sprinted into the living room just to see Armin and Castiel, hands clenched tightly, strings of curse words being thrown and...
Playing Mario Kart.
"This is why I hate Rainbow Road!" Castiel cursed at my TV as his avatar yet again falls off the road.
"Muahahaha, sucker! The only person who is capable of beating me in Mario Kart is Kira! I shall not lose to a punk like you!" Armin yelled jumping up and down on the couch cushions. Snacks and pops left no spot on the carpet untouched, crumbles of chips and cookies and any other snack that was discovered in my cupboards laid on the floor innocently
"Why are you two trashing my house!" Pausing the game, Armin faced me with wide eyes, and with him distracted momentarily, Castiel grabbed his controller unpaused the game and threw him off of the couch.
"You cheater!" horrified, Armin can only scream as Castiel crosses the finish line stealing the first place.
"Hahaha, I won! Suck it!" Pumping his fist in the air, Castiel does some sort of victory dance while Armin sobs into his hands dramatically.
"They have been at this for four hours straight." Alexy says sitting offhandedly on the stool.
"This is how they "kill" each other?"
"Yes, they have killed each other repeatedly and multiple times."
Torn between making them clean the room or joining them, I gave in to my deepest and darkest wish to make them eat my dust and I discarded the idea of cleaning for today. Grabbing a controller I sat between the two boys.
"Now I will show you two kids who the real boss at Mario Kart is."
Throat raw from screaming and laughing, I decided to take a break from kicking their butts and sat next to Alexy while sipping my water. "Three hours."
"Hmm?"
"You three played for three straight hours, how can you still talk?"
"I can barely breathe." I whispered.
"Kira, I'm going to invite Lysander over." Castiel called making his way out of the living room.
"Okay." Peeking at the clock I saw that it was only two o'clock. They have done a pretty good job of keeping my mind occupied and loneliness at bay. Settling down I rested my head against Alexy's shoulder thankful that even though I asked them to stay away, they came to cheer me up.
"Seriously? How much longer is she going to sleep?" I heard a voice saying when I woke up.
"Castiel, she's probably worn out from worrying so much." A new voice cut him off and I knew immediately who it was.
"Yeah, I know Lysander. Armin and Alexy are going to be back with the Chinese food soon anyways, we should wake her up. She hasn't eaten all day." Deja vu... Being at home with Lysander and Castiel while not feeling so great was an exact replay of what happened Tuesday.
"I'm awake," wiping my eyes to remove all hints of tiredness I turn towards the two. "Your so loud Castiel, that any normal person would have wake up with that big mouth of yours."
"She should be feeling alright if she's trying to pick a fight with you," Lysander commented ruffling my hair affectionately.
"Humph! She's all cocky now that she beat me in Mario kart a few times," Castiel growled.
"54-0 was the score if I recall it correctly," smiling cheekily I looked at Lysander. "Hey Lysander, how are you doing?"
"Good... what about you?" Speaking with concern I can hear the underlying question. How are you handling the accident?
"It has been a shitty week but," praying that the words sounded true enough to them, I continued "I think it will begin to get better."
"Isn't someone just the face of optimism?" Castiel stated snarkily.
"You know my life took a turn for the worse the day you squished me," I remind him. "First, you almost suffocated me. Second, you made me bang my wrist and almost break it. Then, you threw all my school things against the wall, and lastly, Amber has now a grudge against me because of you." Pointing at him I say part joking part serious, "You are the origin of all my troubles."
"I did tell you I was trouble," nonchalantly shrugging his shoulders, he went back to the kitchen for another drink.
"And you trashed my house too!" Waving his hand distractedly as if it would my concerns dissipate he responded calmly.
"I'll clean it up later, now stop acting like my mother!"
"Aren't you two just the cutest couple ever!" Lysander commented, giving off one of the biggest smiles I have ever seen from him.
"W-w-what!?" I spluttered and Castiel dropped his can of soda to the floor.
"Never" Castiel started darkly.
"In a" I continued with the same tone.
"MILLION YEARS!" we yelled together at the top of our lungs. Why do people think of us that way? We've only officially know each other for not even a week! I'm not even sure we are friends! Both Rosalya and now Lysander had spoken aloud about such a ridiculous notation. Speaking of Rosalya I could swear I heard her preppy voice just outside of my door.
"Darling! Violette and I have come to visit you!" What was she doing here? In a very Rosalya fashion she busted open my door without knocking and smiled at me "Oh look at who we have here, little Lysander and mean old Castiel himself!" Armin, Alexy and Violette trailed in after her.
"Sorry Kira, they saw us when we were getting take out and Rosalya decided to tag along." Armin said looking extremely frustrated. "We had to run by both of their houses to grab some stuff since she said it was a "desperately needed girl's night" or something like that."
"Why didn't you text me, sweetheart?" Rosalya asked dramatically while wrapping her slender arms tightly around me and giving me a huge bear hug. "I would have come straight over if I had known."
"Sorry, it all happened so unexpectedly that I didn't really know what to do," confessing to her and six pairs of eyes looked at me sympathetically. It was the sympathy, the reminder. This house was missing one significant person.
"Okay boys!" Knowing exactly what was going on, Rosalya ushered all the boys out of the house after grabbing the bags where our food was. "You had her to yourselves all morning, it's our turn now." Unsure of what was happening, Rosalya managed to herd all the boys out of my house easily. She then locked the door behind her and turned back to me, Violette was already clinging to me.
"I'm so sorry Kira." Her soft voice contained so much sorrow that I just lost it. I started to choke on my own sobs and my body shook uncontrollably.
"Waaaaah!" Hiccups made brief interludes in my bawling. "Everyone just leaves! First, -hic- my parents -hic- Now, -hic- my aunt." Rosalya rushed over to our side and joined the group hug.
"Hush now, you aunt is going to get better." she tried to reassure me, rubbing small circles in my back.
"But what if she doesn't!? What if she never wakes up!?" Voicing my worst fear, my stomach rose like a roller coaster. Entangling myself from their grasp I flew into our downstairs bathroom, and emptied my stomach. Rosalya held my hair away from my face while Violette rubbed my back, once I was finished, I stood wobbly on my feet and washed out my mouth.
"Lets get you upstairs. Violette, get her two blowup beds and put them in her room, I will get her some medicine." Darting out, Violette went upstairs to prepare our beds. "Come on, we need to give you something to calm your stomach."
"Thanks." I took the medicine and looked around the room trying to ignore the feelings of fury I felt when I realized once again just how messy it was.
"Since I took all of the food Armin and Alexy bought, we should have plenty to eat. If you are hungry that is." Bottles of water in hand, Rosalya and I went upstairs to my room. where we found piles of blankets laid across the two blowup beds. Settling down onto one of them, I seized my chopsticks and tried to eat some food taking a few bites tentatively and forcing them down my throat. Both Rosalya and Violette kept an eye on me as I ate, they were worried I wouldn't be able to digest food, but after a few bites they were satisfied enough to begin digging into their own food.
"Thanks."
"No problem Kira." Sneaking glances between them it was simple to see that something was on their minds.
"What?" Still hesitating I give them a tapering look. Anything that would make this formality dispel would be nice.
"Well." Timid Violette started before Rosalya jumped in, interrupting her.
"We were both wondering what is going on between you and Castiel!" she exclaimed.
"Nothing! And stop bringing that up!" I didn't know what to think about our current relationship. Were we friends? Acquaintances? Enemies? Certainly nothing close to what they were thinking was going on. Right?
"I'm sure, he has spent the night at your house like five times now, right?" While I would have preferred anything besides thinking about my aunt, I wasn't sure if this topic was one I wanted Rosalya to press me on.
"Twice Rosalya. Twice. Last night and when I was sick." I corrected her trying to stay calm.
"Twice in one week." she remarked.
"Because he got snowed in and he made a promise with my aunt." I hugged my pillow in a complete girly fashion because I was as mystified and embarrassed (like any normal person who didn't have those feelings towards Castiel would be in this situation).
"Like Castiel keeps his promises unless he wants to."
"Lysander also slept over twice."
"You can go after my sweet baby Lys if you truly want to Kira, but even if I don't have psychic powers anyone can see that there is a seed that could blossom into a gorgeous flower of love between you two," Rosalya finished. Gorgeous flower of love?
"You two would look cute together," Violette agreed shyly. "You are just too dense to see it." Gripping my chest dramatically I pretend her words shot me in the heart.
"That hurts, Violette." Giggling at my antics, it was a relief to know that she wasn't overpowered into misery by my bawling party.
"You get so lost in your own head that you are incapable of noticing the world surrounding you." Rosalya pointed me. "You don't see people's feelings or thoughts and actions even if they are directed towards you. You're not self-absorbed, you're just blind."
"Sorry," I say guiltily.
"It's okay, everyone has their faults. Like mine. Mine is that I'm too pretty." Rosalya said flipping her silver hair over her shoulder and both Violette and I smiled at her. Oh, Rosalya and her vanity!
"And I'm too shy," Violette pipped.
"You're too adorable, that's what." Rosalya said throwing a fortune cookie at her and then turned back to me with an evil smile planted on her face "So you like him?" Seriously? Does she have stuffing inside her ears? The words "no, I don't like him" haven't reached her brain yet?
"Enough! I don't like him or anyone right now."
"So you could in the future-"
"I'm going to bed!" I announced and after I put the leftover food in the fridge downstairs I got ready for bed. Turning the lights off, I curled into the two blowup beds that were pushed together and tried to sleep.
"Hey Kira, Violette, are you still awake?" Rosalya tried to whisper but only managed to shout right next to us.
"Yes."
"Yeah, I'm trying to get some sleep though." I whacked her with a pillow.
"Castiel is your neighbor, right Kira?"
"What does that have to do with anything," I snort.
"Just answer the question!"
"Yes, yes he is. His window actually faces my aunt's room." Drowsy, I can't even think of a reason for her odd questions.
"Interesting." Reaching over, Rosalya turned on the lights and rips the pillows off of our faces despite our cries of pain as we were being blinded by the light. "Girls, lets have some fun!"