It was almost like some kind of dream. She lived in that hospital for what seemed forever until she badgered the doctors and nurses to harassment. This was happening, yet it didn't seem to be.
Nostalgia central as they pulled into the driveway. Inaki's car was in the street and she eyed it along with the neighborhood as she got out. Everything was normal; nothing changed. Was she expecting it to be? From so much in such short time, she was so different. Was she expecting things to go with her?
"Careful - don't slam the door that hard."
"I know, I know, I'll hurt the car."
"Not that...don't want you jarring your shoulder."
She gave Sam a smile for the thoughtfulness and followed the two up the stairs. Brown looked at every detail. She lived here, but more than half of her hadn't. It was strange enough the first time the rest of her soul took control and used all the information the rest of her had, but this was something she had to live with.
She smiled at how foolish she thought before and nodded thanks to Inaki for holding the screen open. All those insecurities and wonderings seemed a lifetime ago. In the span of two days, she managed to get a grip on all emotions surrounding her and a feel for who she should've been born as.
Her outlook on things definitely improved. The rest of her soul held so much in it and she was amazed the negativity before. Upon realizing that, she had the biggest inclination to hug everyone she knew and thank them for knowing her...too bad she was stuck in the hospital at the time.
Her eyes teared at recognition and emotion coming. This was home, or at least home away from home. She quickly closed brown to keep from looking like a total loony. Sure it was nice to be back after so long, but they would think this was overkill. How could they understand what she was feeling after everything? They would never because they weren't her and didn't have the same issues.
Well...ONE person did...
She stuck a peek at black as he passed for the stairs and eyed the form before he vanished to the second floor. She was no longer certain who that man was - she KNEW who he was. The only issue was whether or not to tell him about his other selves.
The first half of her - the one who knew him as Inaki - didn't want to. It venomously denied and wished to tape her mouth for many reasons. Inaki was so different than his others it was staggering. He also didn't need the kind of torture she was put through for the past two and a half months. If her life was torment, his would be hell with what she knew the others would force upon him.
A hand covered her mouth to hide the smile, though it was no laughing matter. The boy she knew - the larger half of her knew - would be cruel and merciless until getting his way. She knew him enough to know that and finding out the human form was 'such a sissy' in this life, would irritate him to no end.
But that boy...brown turned wistfully sad, yet longing. How she missed him! Being able to be with him like she always desired - with her first life out of the picture - was such a treat. She got the happy-ever-after she wanted, but what would he say to it being in this time, place, and body? She always said she preferred his normal over the other he wanted, and the one SHE wanted. Would he think her lying because she fell in love with the human side? She didn't want to make him think that's what she wanted, what the first part of her soul wanted.
If Kalie was born from Kikyou, and Kagome was that nagging presence which wouldn't go away, there was going to be issues.
She could imagine his betrayal. If the Kagome side told him about the hanyou form, he would accuse her of trying to change him. But...if Kalie said she loved him and explained what happened from that last battle - of how her situation came to be...he would accuse the Kikyou-Kalie side of wanting him human after all.
She was so torn and though she promised to say something, the Kalie side didn't want her to. Couldn't they just stay this way? She had him with no interruptions or distractions - none anymore - and he was as loyal as his last life. She could be happy with him and keep the memories of all they shared long ago.
A hand on her shoulder made her jump, but her injury healed enough to not worry about ripping open. The skin graph was quite effective and there would be no problems with her body rejecting it, as it was her own tissues cloned to heal her.
"You okay K? You're spacing out. If you have something to say to Inaki, then go upstairs."
Brown narrowed in confusion. "I - no I don't really. Why do you say that?"
"Because you've been staring at the upper floor since he went up there."
She gave a sheepish grin. A hand reached up and patted Sam's. "I would like to spend some time with him if you can stay down here for a bit..."
Sam was a little stunned at the abrupt, confident tone, but elbowed the girl. "I see, I see. Well I think I'll step outside if THAT'S the case."
"EH?? NO!" She nearly shrieked, cheeks flaming. Just when she thought Inaki helped her past that already... "No you hentai, I'm only going up to talk to him! He said we needed to talk and I think it's time I oblige him."
Sam giggled and waved her anger off. "Don't stress yourself already. You know I'm just kidding. Sheesh, your temper flared worse from your time in traction."
She tried not to pout. So she had a temper! She got that from the remainder of her soul and it was also an effect of the connection. She couldn't do anything about that! "Humph. I'm going upstairs now - and no listening in!"
"Okay, okay! Spoil my fun..."
She harshly swallowed, prayed for the courage she used in the distant past, and headed up. Inaki would've heard that exchange, and she was going to sock him one if he thought to laugh at her!
She calmed at seeing him move within the confinements of the bathroom and headed that way, wondering what he was doing in there. Raven furrowed in confusion at seeing him close the cabinet. She stared at it, seeing her other lives reflected there in her looks - knowing she was and wasn't those two girls - before giving him her attention as the mirror moved out of sight.
"Why are you rooting through there?" Brown met hers and her heart fluttered, though concern inched when fingers met the bridge of his nose and his eyes squeezed shut. "Daijoubu?"
"Aa." Using strength to ignore the throbbing in his skull to pacify her, he pasted a smile on and pulled his hand away. "Didn't you hear Sam telling me I could have an aspirin?" Brown rolled under her blank look. "Guess not."
He stepped forward and wrapped arms around her waist, drawing her to him. She went willingly and returned his hold. He went to breathe in the ever-present vanilla to calm his nerves and was shocked at finding it totally absent.
Brown shot wide against her hair. He quietly sniffed, finding the smell of lilacs, shampoos, and...grass?? He knew she had no access to her stuff at the hospital, but every time he was around, vanilla seemed to radiate from her. It was something he associated with her. This, although nice, wasn't the smell he knew and took comfort in.
"Are you smelling my hair??"
He startled under the accessory tone, but there was a sharp, spiking pain what seemed around center of his head. It started from his neck and he felt a jolt go down his spine - not a very nice one at that. Brown squeezed shut as he willed it away.
His arms tightened and she grunted against his grip. She tried to pull away to see his face, not getting far, and was a little alarmed at how tightly he was holding her. "Inaki...are you sure you're alright??"
Her voice was a soothing balm and it carried through his ears, almost to the heart of the problem. It seemed to retreat to the depths and he laxed as it did, finally at peace for a second.
Even if the pain stopped, there was a wariness about him...one he couldn't describe. It was like he was waiting for something to happen...watching something to see what it would do... But he had no reason to be that way and the fact he was feeling this at all confused him.
He mentally shook himself against it, mentally discounting it all. K was in his arms where she belonged and he hadn't the chance to hold her like this in what seemed forever.
He suddenly realized just HOW harsh his grip was and almost jerked back. "Gomen! Didn't mean to crush you."
The coolness at his separation made her skin bump, but she ignored it and followed him. "Come here." Before he could ask, her hand went to his forehead. She tried to concentrate to see deeper than his physical form, but not born with the powers suddenly granted to her at the merging was hard. She was in need of some serious practice! "You feel a little warm..."
He consciously grinned and batted her hand away. "In the middle of October? Come, come now K, don't be ridiculous." Brown smoldered and he suddenly knew he was going to be in trouble for shooting his mouth off. "I mean, I can't be sick...it's not that hot outside."
"No excuse. Now that you had your medicine, get your butt in my room for a nap. You could use it."
He mentally snapped to attention when she grasped a hand and tried to drag him there herself. "Oi! Hold on there, what do you mean to tell me I need a nap? I'm FINE. Maybe your hands are just cold."
She whipped around and gave him a determined, fierce stare. He met her gaze, almost stunned to see such conviction, but didn't let her try to best him.
Brown softened as she let emotions come to the forefront and shocked him again by taking a step forward and wrapping her arms around him. She quietly sighed and nuzzled her cheek against his shirt, feeling taunt muscles. Her heart sped up and a blush appeared at how forward she was, but told herself to get over it because she was not that girl and Inaki was not that boy.
"I only worry about you. You do enough about me, isn't it my turn for once? Can't you just concede and get some sleep? I promise you don't have to stay the night - as I bet you're tired of doing by now - but just to get your aches gone."
That smell drifted to him again and pain nearly crippled him. Why K's smell would be doing that was beyond him. Allergic reactions perhaps? No, he didn't have allergies as far as he knew.
Maybe a SMALL rest couldn't hurt...after all, he could always coax her to sleep with him. His lips curved, missing that most of all. K fit well next to him.
"If it'll stop you from worrying about me." He muttered against her temple. Her head bobbed and he gave her skin a kiss. "Can I persuade you to do the same?"
She was no stranger to this man in more ways than one, but being so inexperienced in her last life - and the images of what she did in this - made her unsure. 'Now's no time for that!' She berated. 'You're not Kagome anymore than Kagome was Kikyou. Time to be yourself.' Even so, she still had a long way before the comparisons could be ignored. 'Gods...no WONDER I - Kagome! - was constantly being compared to Kikyou!'
This was going to be tougher than everything she did so far. She had to deal with memories of two other lives, emotions from both girls, and find herself again. It would be nice to act on some of the new feelings, but she intended on being herself.
That's all she could be.
"Sure. I suppose I could use some. Let me tell Sam so she doesn't wake us up okay?"
"I'll be waiting in your bed for you."
She nearly stumbled on the way to the stairs and was thankful her back was to him. Her face couldn't be any redder in her entire lives! "E - ee..."
He grinned at how flustered she was and made tracks. If she didn't mind bunking with him in such a small bed, he didn't mind the cramped space.
He made sure to keep her room as clean as she liked it, even going as far as making her bed when he got out of it. He knew K kept her room picked up and the past weeks he stayed here, felt she was around when he did things the way she did. Like she was chiding him by not picking up after himself.
A wistful smile tipped his lips as he threw the light blanket back and plopped down. She was finally back and could argue about his being sloppy all she wanted now. He missed her being in the real world more than he thought and this was like finding a part of himself returned to him.
Brown squeezed shut as the same pain started creeping to attendance again. Hands clutched his skull and he flopped horizontal. "Gods, how long does that fucking aspirin take to kick in??"
"Would you like me to get you another?"
His eyes shot open and he found his smiling girlfriend standing in the doorway. To keep from looking like a wuss downed from simple pain, he sat up. "No, I'm sure it'll work. It's just a headache after all."
'My ass...'
Just a headache was a gross exaggeration. Headaches were nothing compared to this! Almost everyday for the past three weeks, they went from the barest of pricks to full-blown migraines. Oddly enough, when he looked at something from home, it seemed like a dull pain...but when he was with K he almost couldn't see.
He was about ready to hit the doctors up, but these were just headaches. He didn't know if it was the weather - which was totally absurd - or something he ate that was disagreeing with him on a different level. Stress maybe? These WERE coinciding with her hospital time and he didn't get much sleep whenever he was here.
'Just give it some more time.' He ordered, scooting back to make room. K couldn't sleep on her left for a while, and he wanted to hold her, so this was fine. 'Things will get back to normal around here and then you can work up the guts to tell her you love her.'
His heart palpitated at that, and feeling her body press against him. Her ankles entwined with his, fingers searching for the hand around her waist. He gladly wrapped them together and breathed in this new scent, trying to get accustomed. Whatever she smelled like was good - it was like some female secret, or just her - so he had no problem with it.
He rest there, fighting sleep for as long as possible to take in the peace surrounding him, before succumbing.
He was running. There was a knowledge if he didn't, that would be it. He HAD to run, it was of utmost importance he find someplace safe and hide.
He had to hide!
Dark forest greeted his vision in every angle. There was a mass of trees, grass, and dirt. There were a few hills, but nothing seemed promising to skirt around and stick his body into.
He could outsmart those chasing him. They were stupid, but hungry. That was simple to fool - he was there enough to know the mindset.
He couldn't fight though, he wasn't strong enough. Those behind him were stupid, but big - bigger than he would ever be.
If only things hadn't changed! If only he still had the protection from the courts! If only...SHE hadn't died... He might've been shunned, hidden from prying eyes, and verbally scorned, but he would've been safe. Although precarious, it was better than this.
Anything was better than this hell.
He darted right and poured speed on. His arms flung at the sides as he dared angle forward for momentum. It was a gamble - if he misstepped once...didn't see a rock coming...he was done. But he often ran this way and knew it worked, and it would get him space from those with legs twice the size of his height.
It was hard to hide, but he pushed the mane of hair to the side and used his sleeves to keep the moonlight off it. That was like a beacon and if he could, would make short work and hack it off. But...she said he didn't need to change who he was for anyone...that she loved him as he was...
He waited with baited breath, hoping they wouldn't smell his fear or sweat and avidly listened for when they passed. He watched with acute sight until they were specks before chancing to move.
The smell of water was near and he followed it to a shallow river. He needed a drink from that exertion and to get him through till food could be found.
Tiny hands cupped water. It was freezing and probably not good for his system, but would have to do. He tried not to get his sleeves wet, as this was the only thing he owned, but they were so large with the overhang that nearly made him trip.
He stared, able to see well despite such light, and his jaw grimly clenched.
Hair the color never seen on mortals.
Eyes that scared women by a mere glance.
Hands that could rip a tree to shreds.
Senses given to him from his father.
And ears from the mix of his blood.
He scowled, baring his teeth at his image and finding yet another horrid thing about him.
'I love you just the way you are...don't let those from the courts get to you... I will do everything in my power to keep you protected my son...don't worry...' Then she would run a soft hand over his cheek in that gentle caress only a mother could give to make him feel secure and trusting.
Her voice rang in his ears, a ghostly reminder of the life he once knew. His eyes filled with bitterness and anger, and a hand arced down and slashed his image from the water.
It was all shit! He wasn't safe anymore than the rabbit he killed last night for his meal! This hell was never going to end as long as he was hunted by those who thought him easy prey, not to mention his own brother! Why did they drive him away? None of it was his fault! He was just a child damn it!
Rustling noises came and he twirled in their direction. Hands clenched and teeth showed to try and be threatening.
They were back.
He wanted to tear them apart - be the hunter for once - but had many years wait before being bigger to change the roles. He could get stronger, but that came with time.
The only thing he could do now was turn and run.
"Fuck it!"
So run he did.
Brown opened with a start. He blinked, trying to cure disorientation and raven bangs swished. There was yet another dull ache in his head, only this was located behind his eyes.
A hand went over them as if it would do some good. He grimaced against the annoyance, eyes squeezing shut, and rubbed his temples in hopes of massaging it gone.
'I'm REALLY getting sick of this shit...' He groused.
He mentally came to attention as he made to sit up and found the bed empty. He looked around and jumped at finding the object of his search sitting at her desk with a pencil in hand and books in her attention.
He couldn't help but be offended. She was giving up sleeping next to him for HOMEWORK? That almost hurt. His face showed it too.
"Oi..." She jumped worse than he did and the pencil flew from her hand. His lips twitched, but pressed together to keep from being amused. "I hope you have an explanation for making me sleep by myself."
The chair scooted back as she bent to retrieve the device, a sheepish smile forming. She spied a look and tried not to stare at seeing him sleep ruffled and covered at the waist with her blanket. Teeth nibbled her lip as her heart skipped a beat.
She closed the book with the pencil keeping place and faced him. "Ah, gomen, gomen...I just needed to get some homework caught up and couldn't sleep anymore. I'm not only grossly behind, I haven't even gotten spring classes set up yet. I was trying to get back on my feet."
"That still doesn't excuse the fact you haven't been with ME in three and a half weeks..."
Her look turned apologetic as she moved to the bed and sat near his waist. He looked so adorable half awake and pouting for her unintentionally ignoring him. "Gomen ne Inaki...I wasn't doing it on purpose."
His head tilted to her hand as fingers brushed against his cheek. The feeling of that seemed familiar and his dream came back with a vengeance. He ignored it in favor of the person in front of him, but added it to the oddballs occurring lately. Strangely enough, his memory of them were good - when he knew many didn't remember what they dreamt.
"Are you okay Inaki?"
Brown blinked. "Why wouldn't I be?"
'I've got you here by my side.' He wanted to say it, but was too cowardly to do so. That and she was muddling his head to where words were hard to get out. His eyes fluttered closed and he elicited a small groan to show how much he enjoyed her ministrations.
He was disappointed when she stopped, and his eyes fluttered open when his scalp tickled. "What're you doing with my hair?" In a quick tug, the elastic tie from his lengthy mane was gone and unraveled a little by itself. She didn't seem to care and continued it.
"What does it look like? You always have your hair in a braid. Didn't I tell you before you look better with it loose?" She smiled, though fought wistfulness as she relocated and made him move so she was behind. It was at least mid back, maybe a little shorter...and definitely not the length she remembered. But it still looked good on him and she was tempted to tell him to grow it to his rear, but that would only be for her other lives' benefits, not hers.
She loved him with his hair the buzzed length she saw when they first met, or the near two foot she gauged it from his scalp. She bet that's what her hair was now, if not a little shorter.
He always had longer, thicker hair than she did. It was rougher too and she didn't know if that was from lack of care or his blood. Her second life always wanted to play with it, maybe tackle a brush through to see what it would look like smooth. She couldn't help a grin at the mental image. 'He would never sit long enough for me - her - to run one through. He would never agree in the first place unless I - she! - sat him.'
Well...she didn't have that same boy at her mercy, but she DID have the next best thing...and loved playing with his hair, watching the expressions on his face...
"Don't move."
"What?"
"I said don't move!" She ordered, jumping off the bed. She pinned him with a gaze telling she meant business and threw the bedroom door open.
He watched her jog out and dumbly blinked. His head tilted, at a loss for words to figure her mood. If he thought she was a faucet before, this was worse. His head shook, feeling the ends of hair tickle his arms. 'I'll never figure that onna out.'
She all but bounced back in and shut the door to keep Sam from poking her head in and ruining the fun. This was a fantasy carried over and she ran with it, feeling like indulging the emotions.
Plopping down with a grin, she forced him to sit forward more so she had arm room and started at the bottom. "You have split ends." She soon muttered, peering at the tips for a second.
He didn't look amused at that. "So what?" An odd look met the far wall.
A brow rose. "Don't get snippy, I was just reporting. You probably never look do you? I thought you took good care of your hair?"
"I DO. But I'm not that attentive to it. That's a girl thing." She grunted and tapped the brush on the crown of his head for that remark. Whether she meant to cause him pain like what spread from the spot he didn't know, but not even the feel of the brush pacified it.
Brown squeezed shut and shoulders tensed a little. He tried to hide it as best as possible. Hands hid in his lap and changed to fists. 'This is getting to be a real bitch.'
"You mind not hitting me on the head?" He tightly muttered, trying not to show irritation.
She gasped and arms went around his neck. "Ah, gomen nasai! I forgot about your headache! Is it still bothering you? My poor baby..."
He couldn't help a smile as his heart warmed with her nudging his head with hers. Did she think of him like that? They never did pet names, but it was adorable - though he'd smack one of his friends if they heard K call him that.
She kissed his temple and gently patted his cheek before going back to her task, resolved to treat his hair as if it were on an infant's.
By the time she got to the crown, fearing each touch would aggravate, he was definitely slouched over. She couldn't help but smile, face soft at his lack of defenses. Other guys might consider this sissy, but he was being amazingly patient - of course he probably got more out of it than her and that was a nice scalp massage.
She could've braided it for him, as she knew how from Sam, but wanted to see him with hair unbound. The last time she did was the shower they spent together and that was wet hair.
Her cheeks burned as she dropped the brush to the floor and ran fingers through ebony. She would never forget the abandon or strength she had for so few emotions then and how close to the second life she acted.
She didn't want to stop playing with his hair, but the urge to hold him was coming and she leaned to his ear. "Scoot back." She murmured, giving it a quick kiss.
Brown fluttered open with difficulty, frowning when her fingers and weight shifted. Nothing like breaking his bliss... "What?"
She propped the pillow up, settled against the frame, and widened her legs to accommodate him. "Come here. I - I've always wanted to do this with a guy."
He smiled and turned, getting comfy with her breasts as a cushion and draping his arms next to her sides. Hands went back to his hair and he gave her stomach a quick kiss in appreciation. "Feel free to continue, I'm happy where I am." He mumbled, giving a sly grin.
Being directly above gave prime view and she lightly slapped his back, hoping it wouldn't hurt his head. "Hentai."
"Only for you."
She blushed a little, but smiled and combed fingers through his hair. She knew he fell asleep again by the way he laxed, but paid no mind. She could suffer her legs falling asleep if they could stay like this a while longer.
Brown softened and her heart warmed. Intense love from all three lives came and nearly suffocated her. Was it possible to love someone this much? Even if the first was tinged with betrayal and hate; the second hurt and uncertainty; and this pain and longing, she felt them individually. She loved him on her own before knowing who she really was and gaining their thoughts and memories, so what she had was original and not influenced.
She just wished she had their strength to tell him what she felt.
"I'll never be able to say it to his face, will I?" She whispered, watching her fingertips wipe his cheek. Her brow furrowed a tad. "I may be stronger now, but I'll still be a coward. I just...can't tell him..." Tortured brown looked from peaceful, angelic face to white stucco above. "Why can't I? I'm not who I was...so it should be easy, ne? I have to tell him sooner or later - he deserves to know."
"...Know...what?"
She jumped and wanted to knock him in the head for scaring her. His breath was still even, but an eye cracked. "I thought you were asleep!"
"Dozing. Your talking jolted me to full consciousness."
She blushed and her lips pressed together. "You...weren't supposed to hear that..."
"Why not? It was about me wasn't it?" He chanced sitting up from his comfy spot to give her direct attention. A yawn escaped before he could catch it.
She smiled at his sleep ruffled look, harshly swallowing at how sexy he looked with wild hair spilling around his back, but kept silent. Her fingers itched to run again, or at least give him a thorough kissing.
"So...are you going to tell me what you were thinking, or do I have to drag it out of you?" He smiled, but his eyes were serious. His muscles may be tired, but he could still pin her down and tickle her like his life depended on it.
Her fingers gravitated to each other and fiddled. She stared at them, nibbling on her lip. "I - I can't...it's too embarrassing... And I wouldn't want to put you in any kind of position to answer me." Her brow furrowed. The last thing she wanted to hear was him respond just because she did. She'd feel cheapened and wouldn't be able to tell him again.
His brow furrowed, head tilting in confusion. "I thought we were past the embarrassment stage with me. And you wouldn't put me in anything I wouldn't let myself get put in, so out with it."
She pouted at his insistence, knowing he wouldn't let her get away with being quiet. "You're so mean..." She muttered, scowling at him.
"So you say. Don't make me tickle you."
She glared a tad and sat up. She tried to use the little height she had over him to get the threats to cease. "You never let me answer at the time I want, you know that? You're always pushing me to do, do, do!"
A brow rose at her irritation. Weren't they supposed to be talking? "Well it's the only way to get you to do something."
"Did it ever occur to you that if I wanted to do something I WOULD? Or do it on my own time at least?"
He scowled. "If I waited for you to do everything on your own pace I'd be sixty. And who says you'd do something if never prodded?"
She nearly fumed. Hands went to her hips in indignation. "You assume too much! Sheesh, how I ever fell in love with such a person is beyond me!" His retort froze, eyes slowly widening. Her anger came to an abrupt stop and she soon matched his shocked gaze. "I - well I...I was going to say it...a little nicer..."
He didn't think. He pulled her forward in a fierce kiss that spoke volumes. By the time they pulled away, there was a lot of heaving for air. "You seriously love me?" He breathed.
Was he talking? She was trying to pick her brain up after that! "I...yes. I loved you for a while now. But I was too much of a coward to tell you without forcing you to respond back. I don't want you to say anything just for my benefit."
The emotion on his face nearly brought tears of relief to her eyes. He wasn't horrified at least - that was a good sign.
The second kiss was gentler than the last, and lasted just as long. He pulled away this time, hands cupping her face. "I told you, you were the one I wanted, but that didn't say anything. It just meant in no way was I going to lose you. It didn't convey depth of anything. I realized something else when you were done from surgery...and that's how much I love you too. You're stuck with me now, you hear me Kalie? You're going to have to fight tooth and nail to get me to leave you."
He kissed her forehead in a tender gesture that made even more tears spill. She finally had it from him straight - there was no more wondering, no more guessing, and no more hunches to pick through. She had the words and the completeness filling her never felt better. She practically flung herself into his arms, burying her head in his chest.
He loved her, he really loved her...
"You have no clue...how long I wanted to hear that...from you..." She sobbed. His hand touched her back, rubbing to comfort her. "So long...so long..."
He gently grasped her arms and pulled back to see her. A loving smile was on his face, in his eyes. He kissed her cheeks, tasting tears. "Don't cry Kalie...you know I don't want to see you cry."
"I'm just...so happy... You don't know what this means to me..."
Brown twinkled. "I have a pretty good idea."
They both laughed and she hugged him again. He took her position and let her rest on him, the one to play with her hair.
She loved him...and he got the guts to tell her. It was a pretty good confession once they let hot heads cool a bit. Soft eyes watched her rest as a smile formed.
When did she turn into such a fireball? He wasn't complaining - it was quite interesting to have her hold her own - but this wasn't like her. Even when she crawled from her shell she wasn't this bold.
Brown turned thoughtful as he blankly stared at the window, finding the sun late. He should get home soon, but to ruin this moment was too much and didn't have the heart.
His family would understand, as they did when he stayed over for nearly a month, and every time he came to see K before. They liked her and considered her family. They were also waiting to know how the trip from the hospital turned out and wanted to be informed when he got home.
Well...he'd have to leave out a few details.
'I love you more than I can imagine. As much as I love my family, but deeper too. I feel closer to you than I do the guys, nee-chan, and any of my past girlfriends. I don't know why that is since this is the first time I've been in love with a girl outside my family, and thinking aspects for the future, but you're different. How? Why is that? What is it about you?'
A hand trailed over her skin, delighting in the feel. His gaze was soft, but inquisitive. He didn't understand how someone could love him so fiercely. His family loved him, but it wasn't the same kind.
He wasn't discounting the fact she loved him. He was drawn to her and it was hard to explain. Ever since their first meeting there was something there, something below the surface he didn't understand...couldn't grasp.
'Doesn't matter anymore. She's mine - I'm hers - and I'm not letting her go to save my life.'
There was a quick, sharp pain in the middle of his head again. His eyes squeezed shut from it and there was an odd incling of deja vu, but how he didn't know. He never felt this way except with K. He brushed it all aside to focus on her a little longer. She would need time to get back on track and he had to give it to her, so this had to do him for a while.
'But there will be no more cutting each other off.' He darkly vowed. He was not going to stand for that anymore and now that she had spunk and was healthy, he was going to show his dislike if she tried to push him away like before. If she loved him - really loved him - she wouldn't.