Part 8
Sora slipped the lightweight gun into her purse. She wasn't entirely sure why she was getting it; she just knew that when she had weighed her friend's gun it had felt, right. She couldn't wait to get it home and check it out thoroughly there.
She speed to her apartment, running a stop sign or two, she wasn't paying attention. She just wanted to get home. She wanted to feel the weight of the gun in her hand.
Sora finally made it home and parked, slightly crooked and dashed up the stairs. She unlocked the door and threw it behind her, jogging to her bedroom, kicking off her shoes and throwing her coat somewhere in the direction of the living room.
Sora lay back on the bed and pulled the gun out of her purse. She turned in slightly, letting the pale light that came through the window catch it. She grinned as she watched it gleam, and jumped guiltily as she heard saw the door swinging open.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded as she stuck the gun behind her back.
"I live here, or did you forget?" Izzy asked, smiling.
"Or course not, I just didn't hear you come in, you startled me," she said as she forced her breathing to slow and calm.
"You didn't hear me come in because you left the door open. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," she said tucking the gun into her purse as discreetly as she could and standing. She hugged Izzy and kissed his cheek before walking loftily into the kitchen.
Izzy gazed after her wondering; she was acting a little stranger then normal. He wondered what she was up to. His eye caught her purse on the bed and he was tempted to see what was in it, but he decided not to. Izzy knew she wouldn't be happy if he started going through her things.
Sora cooked a quick dinner and ate even faster, wanting, needing to get back to her gun. She didn't know how she had just become so obsessed with it so fast, but it was almost a physical need.
Izzy's brow wrinkled as he noticed how antsy Sora seemed, she was jiggling her leg so badly she was shaking the table.
"Do you have some where to go?" he asked her finally.
"Huh?" she asked around a forkful of food.
"You seem like you're in a hurry to leave or else you'll be late arriving someplace."
"Oh, no, I'm just a little restless," she told him after a second. She put a hand on her thigh to keep her leg still. Minutes later she excused herself and cleared her plate. Then she half ran into her bedroom and pulled the gun out of her purse.
Feeling the cool metal under her fingers made her feel better instantly, as if it were a part of her that she couldn't have missing. As necessary as her heart.
Izzy cleared the table and put the dishes in the sink, trying to dismiss Sora's strange behavior. But for some reason he just couldn't. He had a bad feeling about, something. Of course it was completely illogical but he couldn't shake the feeling.
He decided to let the dishes soak for a minute and went to go check up on Sora. He peeked through the door and saw Sora, who's back was to him, holding a gun at arms length, as if posing with it.
Izzy quickly hurried away, not wanting her to know he had been spying on her and went back to scrubbing the dishes with furious movements.
Questions pounded in his head, demanding answers that he couldn't find. It didn't occur to him that he wasn't willing to accept what he already knew.
Sora slipped the lightweight gun into her purse. She wasn't entirely sure why she was getting it; she just knew that when she had weighed her friend's gun it had felt, right. She couldn't wait to get it home and check it out thoroughly there.
She speed to her apartment, running a stop sign or two, she wasn't paying attention. She just wanted to get home. She wanted to feel the weight of the gun in her hand.
Sora finally made it home and parked, slightly crooked and dashed up the stairs. She unlocked the door and threw it behind her, jogging to her bedroom, kicking off her shoes and throwing her coat somewhere in the direction of the living room.
Sora lay back on the bed and pulled the gun out of her purse. She turned in slightly, letting the pale light that came through the window catch it. She grinned as she watched it gleam, and jumped guiltily as she heard saw the door swinging open.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded as she stuck the gun behind her back.
"I live here, or did you forget?" Izzy asked, smiling.
"Or course not, I just didn't hear you come in, you startled me," she said as she forced her breathing to slow and calm.
"You didn't hear me come in because you left the door open. Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," she said tucking the gun into her purse as discreetly as she could and standing. She hugged Izzy and kissed his cheek before walking loftily into the kitchen.
Izzy gazed after her wondering; she was acting a little stranger then normal. He wondered what she was up to. His eye caught her purse on the bed and he was tempted to see what was in it, but he decided not to. Izzy knew she wouldn't be happy if he started going through her things.
Sora cooked a quick dinner and ate even faster, wanting, needing to get back to her gun. She didn't know how she had just become so obsessed with it so fast, but it was almost a physical need.
Izzy's brow wrinkled as he noticed how antsy Sora seemed, she was jiggling her leg so badly she was shaking the table.
"Do you have some where to go?" he asked her finally.
"Huh?" she asked around a forkful of food.
"You seem like you're in a hurry to leave or else you'll be late arriving someplace."
"Oh, no, I'm just a little restless," she told him after a second. She put a hand on her thigh to keep her leg still. Minutes later she excused herself and cleared her plate. Then she half ran into her bedroom and pulled the gun out of her purse.
Feeling the cool metal under her fingers made her feel better instantly, as if it were a part of her that she couldn't have missing. As necessary as her heart.
Izzy cleared the table and put the dishes in the sink, trying to dismiss Sora's strange behavior. But for some reason he just couldn't. He had a bad feeling about, something. Of course it was completely illogical but he couldn't shake the feeling.
He decided to let the dishes soak for a minute and went to go check up on Sora. He peeked through the door and saw Sora, who's back was to him, holding a gun at arms length, as if posing with it.
Izzy quickly hurried away, not wanting her to know he had been spying on her and went back to scrubbing the dishes with furious movements.
Questions pounded in his head, demanding answers that he couldn't find. It didn't occur to him that he wasn't willing to accept what he already knew.