Chapter 26: Trouble...with Jaws' theme inside your head.
"Fllay!" Kira burst into the room, sweating heavily.
Her much-awaited man appeared. A small smile escaped Fllay's pale lips. She just couldn't take it anymore.
The entire wait, that is.
But, she mustered enough patience to let Kira sat beside her and even letting him bombarding her with questions. Only after he paused for a while she let the cat out of the bag.
"Umm, Kira…you see…I'm pregnant."
A blank stare met her eyes. She just grinned; she knew it'd happen. Kira would be okay after that…
"I'm sorry, Fllay…but I…" Kira gulped. "Shocked."
"I understand…who wouldn't be?" The redhead smiled.
Her calmness embarrassed Kira. He was such a fool, he should be better than that.
He should be happy.
But...
Cagalli stood beside the window as she stared at the street below. She squinted her eyes for a while as she shifted her gaze towards Kira.
Slowly, she approached the two.
"Mind if I borrowed Kira for a while?" She smiled at Fllay.
"Um-mmm. Don't worry about me."
Cagalli excused herself as she led Kira out of the room. Once outside, Cagalli pinched Kira's side.
"What are you doing? Should you be that clueless?"
"I'm not sure..." Kira answered with his eyes staring at the floor.
"Look, now you have to take the responsibility. People will start talking, you know."
Kira sighed. "I wanted to. But-"
"Oh, please. No buts and ifs. Fllay is your girl."
Kira's home, a few hours later...
"I'm home..." The brunette announced with a tired voice. Today was too much, even for a guy like him.
Then, he noticed the living room was lit.
"Hello?"
Or maybe they forgot to turn off the lights...
Scratching his head, he headed to the kitchen.
"Welcome home, Kira."
The voice that came out from nowhere really startled the brunette like hell. His eyes darted aimlessly until he found the origin of the voice.
"Why, it's you."
Fllay's sister. Sitting behind the sofa with her arms around her knee.
"Yeah..."
"You looked...bad."
"Sis was sick-"
"I know."
"Hey...Mama's back."
Kira's eyes stared at Stellar hard.
"Say again?"
"Mama's back. Our Mama...she's back. But she didn't remember at all. She couldn't recognise me."
Kira sighed. A new problem. He got a race, Fllay was pregnant, now, the two girls' mother returned with...amnesia. Four-lettered word formed in his head.
"What happened to Sis?"
A reluctant smile curled on his lips. "I'm going to be a father."
"Good for you." Deadpan voice. Stellar was equally tired.
"I hope everything ends well..."
Kira felt bitter in his tongue when he said that. And then he realised Stellar didn't refer to herself in third person.
Several days later...
The crowd was boisterous as usual. Not your usual crowd, though. They were gathering in the middle of road, in the middle of abandoned city block, with the neon lights shining on them. The night was filled with laughter and the sound of two-wheeled machines.
"Look, I hate to race with you again, Kira..." Yzak squeezed Kira's arm so hard.
"You just won't quit eh? Why don't we just get done with it? And the winner would be me, for sure."
Yzak rolled his eyes and sighed. "Is revenge so that damn important to you?"
Kira shrugged. "Who knows?"
He walked to his bike and hopped onto it. It was nice to be on something familiar. As if the bike was his own body. He stole a glance at Meyrin. She smiled back at him.
For once, Kira felt like a knight in a shining armour.
"Start your engine, boys!" The track girl shouted at the top of her lungs.
A loud roar echoed through the night, followed by the second one a few moments later. Kira revved while Yzak donned his helmet.
Kira, please...
Yzak shook his head. If Kira so insistent about the race, so be it. But, the race couldn't go on...
There was a rat-tat-tat sound of an automatic weapon of some sort. Someone peppered its load to the crowd. Then, chaos.
Hell of a chaos.
Author's note: 3 years of hiatus. 3 years, wow... For old time readers, I'm sorry for the long hiatus. Well, the person who encouraged me to write this...well, she's gone. My motivation to write kinda went off like that. Plus, real life workloads keep on coming. Only now, I have the strength to continue writing again.
Thank you to a certain reader who encouraged me to write again. I hope I can continue writing. I found my home. My home is here. I'm home...