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Dedication: This chapter is for Kiina. She gave me a really nice review andI thank youfor that.Lifted my spirits.

I hope it lives up to expectations. Sorry for the large gap in the updates.

xox

LIAR

I was just lying there, wallowing in my self pity and feeling my self loathing rise within my careful constructed metaphorical walls. I lay there for what seemed like a small eternity. I must have drifted off to sleep because when I next looked at the clock almost two hours had passed since I dismissed practice. It was still several more hours until I expected them back for training.

Abruptly sitting up is not good when one has been lying flat for several hours as I discovered. Black dots danced in my vision and I clamped my eyes shut subsequently in a vain effort to be free of the headache that accompanied it. I buried my head in my hands and rested my elbows on my knees.

It was times like this that I allowed myself to feel, you know? I wasn't exactly too sure I knew what it was I was really feeling but no matter, I could simply feel. There was no one but me in this room and silence was my only companion. I had grown used to having him by my side; he was quiet and quite a good listener. He never spoke out of turn and always let me say what my heart felt. Of course he wasn't real and therefore was unable to respond. But that was beside the point.

The point was I was lonely. I was so alone in this world despite the fact that now-a-days I seemed to be constantly surrounded by people. I was isolated because I was stand-offish. I brushed people aside because I did not know how to interact with them. My companion was silence for most of my life and he had never spoken to me.

I did not know how to rely what it was that I felt.

My hands moved away from my eyes and my fingers grasped the hem of my shirt. I figured a nice warm shower would help me clear my head and wash away all my troubles and worries; my sins. I quickly pulled the shirt off over my head and threw it across the room. It landed with a muted thud against the wall.

I reached down for my belt buckle and quickly undid it. My jeans button and the fly soon followed the same fate. I stood slowly as my head still spinning slightly, my pants slid over my hips and came to rest in a pool at my feet. I stepped out of them and kicked them away. I shivered slightly at the cool arm against my heated skin; my fingers soon found the waistline of my boxer shorts. I was about to shuck out of them when the door swung open and crashed against the wall with a loud bang. A tumble of blue, red and yellow fell at my feet and I think my eyes nearly popped out of my head. I was so stunned that I lost my firm control over my expressions and a surprised yelp escaped my lips but other than that I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe. I just stood there with my hands the waistband of my underwear staring at the Tyson puddle in the doorway of our bedroom.

He finally picked himself up so that he and the carpet once again become two separate entities, "Uh – hi…" he spluttered at me.

"What are you doing?" I seethed in anger and embarrassment.

"Look I came back to apologize."

I looked at him in disbelief.

"I swear to you. I was wrong. I shouldn't have yelled at you. What I said was awful and I didn't mean it. I was just so angry. I've calmed down now, so I came back to train only there was no one in the yard so I came inside and I found you."

I raised an eyebrow, a clear sign to anyone that even remotely knows anything about me that I was not impressed but curious.

"You were watching me?" I enquired of him "Yes. I mean – no…..what I mean is……" he trailed off. "Hmm?" "Don't do that!" he exclaimed with something akin to anger. "Do what?" I wanted to know. I was seriously doubting his sanity. "You know." "What are you going on about Tyson?" "You shouldn't just expose yourself like that." I frowned at his impertinence, "I beg your pardon. I was in my room." "Na ah – this is my room too, and I would appreciate it if you didn't flaunt your body." "What?" I scoffed. "You heard me." "I don't believe it. You just accused me of flaunting my body, when I was getting undressed for a shower in my….ok our room….but you weren't here. You were…just gone. And then you were the one watching me and you say I flaunt my body." "Well…well…I…" "You are nuts," I summed up my thoughts on his sanity. The sun had definitely fried his brain today. "No I'm not. I…..You…..it's not fair." "What?" I was curious again. "Your body…is nice ok." "Um ok…" Nope he just reaffirmed my early suspicions, he was completely wacko. "Oh for the love of Pete! Could you cover up?" he pleaded. I smirked inwardly, what a perfect opportunity to see him crack. He was almost as good as me and keeping his true emotions hidden, I was immensely enjoying seeing him flustered, "See something you like?" I teased. Although I must say his reaction was not what I was expecting. "Yes, Gods yes." I felt my face flush and I could see his own cheeks colouring with a rosy hue. "I didn't just say that out loud, did I?" he timidly asked of me. I felt my throat constrict and I was unable to utter a sound, I opened my mouth but no words came out so I nodded to answer him. "I'm sorry I didn't mean what I said," he dropped that on me and then in a blink of an eye he was gone, the wind nipping at his heels. I blinked and listened to the front door slamming closed, confirming my suspicions that he had in fact fled. I fell forward onto my knees and I could feel this terrible ache well up inside of me. His words, his parting words they cut through me much harsher then his angry ones this morning. He was ashamed of me. Or ashamed that he found me desirable? No that wasn't it; he didn't find me desirable at all. That was what he had said, he had taken it back. I could feel this lump in my throat and although I had not experienced this feeling in so many years I could not forget it. It was overwhelming and inescapable. I could try to deny them but I knew that if I hide it away, if I swallowed them back inside, it would just make everything worse. They would regroup, reform and attack me again; perhaps someplace where I wasn't alone. I would hate to crumple in his presence. It is bad enough that he makes me feel this way. I can not deny any longer that it is him that makes me feel so…….feel so……just feel. I shan't cry in front of Tyson. It is bad enough that I cry because of him. That I cry over him. A knelt there on the plush carpet and let the tears that had long since been denied leak out and run over my cheeks. It was just one at first but that one was quickly followed as soon as its path had been mapped out. After that first trek down my features they seemed to come much easier. I refused to wipe them away. I would embrace them. They would make me stronger. I will never cry over him again. I promise myself this and this time I know I am not lying. xox I was reaching the end of the corridor when I heard a whisper or something that I thought I would never hear, ever, in my lifetime. I stopped immediately and fell into the wall by care of my socks and the reaction they had with a polished wood surface. A choked sob came rushing towards me and I felt breathless and my legs threatened to turn to jelly on me. I straightened myself but I didn't push away from the way. I stayed absolutely still as I tried to hone in on the sound. There it was again. I cocked an eyebrow almost unconsciously and so slide along the way back towards the bedroom; back towards the terror that I had fled only moments before. The manifestation of everything I desire and everything I am afraid all rolled into one very neat, very temperamental, extremely easy on the eyes package.

I stood there, holding my breath making nary a sound, waiting and gathering courage to take a peak around the doorway. I silently counted to three and angled my body so I could see inside. What I saw, what was displayed there made me blink in confusion.

Kai was on his haunches with his head in his hands. I could see, from here, his back heaving as he fought to be quiet. He raised his face and my breath caught in my throat but his eyes were firmly closed. My gut wrenched at the sight of tears on his cheeks.

He was crying.

But why?

I didn't understand. What was he crying for? Not in all my years have I seen Kai ever show any emotion as strong as this. It was like he was grieving. I had never known Kai to shed a tear. Was it because of what I had said to him? Was I the reason for Kai's tears?

If that was the reason I was appalled at myself. I had reduced such a beautiful person to tears. Almost unconsciously I moved forward. It was quite a shock to find myself standing in front of Kai's person when the last thing I remember was feeling disgusted with myself out in the hallway. I knelt before him. I was surprised that he hadn't noticed me yet.

I held my breath and watched in a muted dismay as my left hand reached out as if to touch him. I waited and all on it's own it brushed a lock of hair from his forehead. His eyes snapped open and his mouth fell open in what I can only describe as absolute horror. He glanced away from me and when he tried to turn from me I held him fast.

I brushed away his tears and waited until he pushed me away but he never did. So I expelled m breath and took him in my arms in an awkward embrace. I smoothed his hair with one hand and the other was pressed to the small of his back; holding him to me.

I was as startled as he appeared to be, judging by the way his statue tensed, when I whispered my words to him.

"I'm sorry. I lied. I lied….I am so sorry that I lied…" I trailed off into silence.

I thought that maybe he would push me away but instead he wrapped his arms around me and returned my embrace. I smiled against the soft skin of his neck and pressed a kiss there. And I was rewarded for my boldness with a tightening of his arms.

I don't think that I will have to lie to myself anymore and I knew that I would never lie to him again.

xox

A/N: When I make reference to Jelly I mean like gelatine jelly.

I hope that you like the end of LIAR and I am sorry that it has been so long since my last update I just didn't know how to finish it.

Be safe

-BG