AAAAHHHHH! My Birthday is next week! (from when I started writing this chapter anyway, who knows when it will get published) So this chapter is all about the date! AND it will be one of the longest chapters I have ever written! Wooo! I have been so patient to write this, so so much fluff (well, what we can get from Myra, at least. Don't expect much from her. -_-) Also…. WE MADE IT TO 3000+ VIEWS ON THIS STORY I'M SO HAPPY THANK YOU GUYS SO SOS SO MUCH! Please enjoy Chapter Nine of Perfect Other Half!
The Date
Kid's POV
Oh. My. Dad. What did I just get myself into? Yes I do like her. She said yes. Why on Earth did I let Liz talk me into this? I haven't even spoken to Myra since that day, and now we'll be alone for an entire day. What? Help….
What if she only said yes because she didn't want to hurt my feelings, oh I would die. But then again, it isn't like Myra to do something like that. She is brutally honest, unless it's with Crona. Oh my Dad, what if she likes Crona and not me? What will I do then?
All these conversations in my head were filled with thoughts that just made me more and more nervous. It was so bad, I started cleaning my room. Now, normally that's fine, but now, I was cleaning OUT my room to rearrange EVERYTHING so it was symmetrical again. Yeah. That's how bad it was. My second dresser was halfway out my bedroom door when Liz startled me.
"Kid, what are you doing?" she asked. It was so sudden that I ended up dropping my dresser on my left foot.
"OW, WHAT THE HELL LIZ, THAT WASN'T COOL!" I yelled at her to suppress the pain in my foot. Scientific study if you curse/ yell after you get hurt, it actually reduces pain a little. Don't ask me why that works, it just does.
"Sorry, but seriously, what are you doing?" She continued to ask while my foot throbbed with pain. Maybe it's broken. Hey, I can use that as an excuse not to go on a date which I will end up embarrassing myself! Please please be broken! I set my foot down. Nope, I can put weight on it. It's not broken. Damn.
"It's called stress cleaning. And my foot's fine, thanks for asking," I told her a little too harshly.
"And how long do you think you've been 'Stress Cleaning'?" she asked me. What's with all the questions?
"Two hours? Maybe less."
"Kid…"
"Yes?"
"You were supposed to pick up Myra half an hour ago. I'm surprised no one at their place hasn't called yet," She said with a cold glare telling me one thing. 'You fucked up, Kid.'
"No, i...it can't be. I started at 8 this morning. There's no way it's 12:30,"
"Oh but it is. Look," she showed me her phone screen. At that moment all my other thoughts i'd been having left, replaced with one sentence.
I am so fucked.
I quickly rummaged through the dresser that had previously landed on my foot, grabbed a random t-shirt and pair of jeans, ran into my bathroom, changed and brushed my teeth, then, I high tailed it out of my house. Hopefully she won't kill me for being so late. As I ran out the door, and continued running, I summoned Beelzebub, my skateboard and jumped on, riding it to where the twins lived with their weapons. Walking would take too long. It took me two minutes to get to the front door of their house.
Despite riding my skateboard, I was out of breath. I knocked on the door, panting and finally looking at my outfit. Bright pink shirt. Pajama pants. I was late enough as it was, I couldn't go home and change now. I'm so screwed. Thankfully, Soul opened the door. I've never been so relieved to see that asymmetrical Albino in my life. He took one look at me and sighed.
"First of all, being late for a date is so uncool. Second, I think I may throw up at the sight of that outfit," he said to me. "Luckily for you, the twins are fighting over something in Red Riding Hood's room, so I can lend you some clothes."
"Red Riding Hood?" I asked confused.
"Myra. Red hair, wears lots of hoodies. We all call her that in the colder seasons," he explained. "Now let's get you changed before the girls realize you're here."
"Thank you so much, Soul," i said gratefully.
"No problem."
He led me to his room after closing the door. It was so bad. His room not only is a huge mess, it's so...asymmetrical. I had the sudden urge to clean it and make it perfect, but of course I didn't have enough time to. I could hear Myra giving in to whatever Maka was yelling at her about, so that meant my time was very limited. Soul dug through his closet and pulled out a black shirt and dark blue jeans that looked too wide for me. Too wide for him too, how does he… wait. He's pulling out a belt. I see now. He threw them on the bed for me.
"Hurry, you don't have much time before you possibly get killed," he told me. "They'll be done by the time I'm done taking a piss, so, yeah." With that he left for the bathroom. Males pee fast, so I understood how fast I needed to get dressed. I just about tore my shirt off and PJ bottoms and grabbed the shirt on the bed. Quickly, I tugged on the t-shirt and pulled up the jeans, looping the belt through the belt loops as fast as I could. After about five seconds I heard a door down the hallway slam closed. 'Shit' I thought to myself and clipped the thing in the hole and pulled the other thing to tighten the belt as much as I could. When I was done I heard a flush from the bathroom not too far away. I smoothed my hair down and walked out of Soul's room. I'll have to thank him properly later. Maybe buy him a new headband.
I calmed myself by walking to the living room and taking deep breaths. When I walked in, I saw all three girls sitting there. Donna in the middle, and Maka and Myra glaring at each other. She's in a bad mood. I am so dead, please don't be mad that I'm late.
"Hey there," I said, my voice cracking. Great….
"Hi Kid, sorry I took so long. Maka was making me change, like, five times and do make-up," Myra said standing up and shooting a glare at her sister once more. She didn't notice I was late. THANK DAD!
"It's fine, I was just in the bathroom," I lied through my teeth. "Shall we go?"
"Yeah, I need to get out of here. Too much crazy," she said.
"I'm not the crazy one, you are, hypocrite, " says Maka in an annoyed tone. Myra just rolled her eyes and looped her arm around mine while pulling us towards the door. I wondered what they had fought about, but Myra still seemed really angry so, I decided I shouldn't ask. After we were out the door, I was able to get a good look at her. She was wearing a green plaid skirt (much like her red one she wore that day at the mall), black leggings, a purple Asking Alexandria shirt, and a gray hoodie. Her blood red hair was pulled back in it's signature ponytail with her bangs sweeping the left side of her face.
"You look nice," I said to her as we walked away from her house.
"Thanks," she replied. "Why are you wearing Soul's clothes?"
"Uh…" shit, how did she know? "Okay, I lost track of time while I was stress cleaning and was really late. When I finally saw what I was wearing, Soul answered your front door and offered to let me borrow his clothes since mine looked ridiculous," I told the truth.
"Oh…" she thoughtfully said. " You may want a very hot shower when we are done today. He may have stuff hung up, but Soul only does laundry once every three months."
"What? Ew, Gross!" I disgustedly exclaimed. This is nasty. I'm wearing dirty clothes. I'd much rather be wearing my Pink shirt and PAJAMA pants now. I heard Myra chuckling.
"What's so funny? This is so disgusting and unsanitary! How does he live like this! Ugh!"
"Your reaction. It's priceless."
"Meanie," I fake pouted.
"What are you, five?" she giggled.
"Not even close," i replied. "Oh, that's right. You don't know my real age."
"Aren't you, like, 16 or 17?"
"Nope. No where near that young."
"Pedophile."
"Yeah, I guess I am. But really, after the first 200 years, I stopped caring."
"Wait, I thought you would say 18," she stopped walking and let go of my arm. Maybe I should have just stuck to the teenages… "First 200? Kid, what are you talking about? There's no way you are over 200 years old."
"I was kidding. I am 17. Though my dad, he's as old as time itself." I lied. About me, not my dad.
"Oh, right. I keep forgetting your father is the most powerful being on Earth. Though, I suppose it would make sense if you were more than a few centuries old."
"I'm not. Promise," another lie. I don't want to start our relationship with lies, but this is a necessary evil. She shook her head and walked alongside me again, but she didn't reach for my arm. Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut.
"I know. But now I can't stop thinking about it. Damn you," she chuckled and lightly pushed me.
"Oh no, now I'm going to burn in Hell! I can feel the Earth sucking me in! This is all your fault!" I fell to my knees on the ground, pretending to be going to Hell. She started laughing harder.
"Well shit, Kid. Guess it really will always be us saving one another," she said trying to pull me up, but I became a rag doll and she couldn't pull me up.
"Geez Kid! You're heavy! Maybe I should just let Lucifer take you," she chuckled and started to drag me.
"It's too late for me! Save yourself! Uncle Lucifer is a drunkard who likes ponies!" I shouted. Myra didn't have any strength left to keep pulling me across the pavement because she was laughing too hard. After a moment or two, she collapsed on the ground next to me, both of us breathing heavy, trying to catch our breath. I guess I was worried about nothing, because right now, I felt pretty good, and we haven't even gotten to where we were going to eat lunch yet.
Once we caught our breath I stood and helped her up.
"You alright?" i asked Myra.
"Yeah, thanks," she took my hand and stood up. "Remind me not to help you if you ever really do get sucked into the earth. You're heavy."
"Right, got it. I'll just have you go get Maka."
"Oh I see how it is. My sister punches The Kishin in the face and he dies, so suddenly she's the stronger twin," she sarcastically said...I think…
"Uh…."
"I'm messing with you. Yeah, if that happens I'll get her," she smiled. Man, I love her smile.
"We should go get lunch before it gets too late," i suggested. She flipped her hair over and nodded. We walked over to Deathbucks to get some food. What did we eat? It's pretty obvious seeing as my date is in love with Pizza. Though, when we got there, we hardly talked. a little small talk but that was it. It started to get really awkward, which was the exact thing I was trying to avoid.
"You enjoying the pizza?" I asked.
"Mhm, it's really good," she replied simply.
"That's good," I stated. That was when conversation stopped. I didn't know what to say next and was afraid she would end up putting in her earbuds for the rest of the date. 'Okay Kid, just relax. Talk about things she likes! What does she like? Music and Pizza… I think her favorite color is blue, maybe… Does she have a favorite book? TV show? Video Game? WHAT DO YOU LIKE?' I thought to myself starting to freak out a little. Okay, more than a little. A Lot. So much that I started picking at my slice of pizza to re arrange the toppings in a symmetrical format. Maybe my luck ran out today after Soul gave me his clothes. Maybe I should talk about something I like. Symmetry, perfection, pleasing my father, Geometry sections on symmetry. Wow, I am a boring person. What else do I like?
I like her. A lot. But I can't just talk about her! That's weird. Oh, how about killing Kishins, that's always a good topic. Right before I was about to speak, she got up from her seat.
"I'm going to use the bathroom," she said. Okay, she's not leaving, then. Good. While she was gone, I took out my phone and texted Liz because I really need help.
LIZ HELP ME!
What is it now, Kid? Aren't u supposed to be on ur date?
I AM AND I HAVE NOTHING TO TALK ABOUT IT IS VERY AWKWARD HELP ME
Ok, calm ur tits. Talk abt stuff she likes
Music and Pizza. Thats what she likes Liz. WHERE DO I GO WITH THAT?
She also likes greek mythology, norse mythology, egyptian, aztec
I don't know anything about that stuff….
She is a huge fan of Superhero stuff. Marvel and DC. She especially loves Batman, The Flash, Deadpool and The Avengers.
Okay, That i can talk about. Anything else?
idk, i think she likes Harry Potter or sumthin
… I think I'll stick to superheroes… THANK YOU LIZ!
Yeah, np. But you so owe me.
Of course! How about spa vouchers?
Perf. thx Kiddo. Have fun.
Thankfully, Myra came back AFTER I put my phone away. I only ever use it in emergencies, and that situation counted as one.
"Hey," she said as she sat back down.
"Hey," I replied.
"So anyway.." we both said at the same time very awkwardly.
"You go first," I told her.
"Have you heard about the new Marvel movie coming out in July?" she asked, a sparkle in her eyes.
"You mean Ant Man, right?"
"Yeah that one! The trailer was leaked earlier this week and oh my gosh, it looks amazing!" she exclaimed.
"Really? I haven't seen it yet. I've seen the one for Age of Ultron though."
"Oh my gosh, YES! I can't wait for these to come out. And you know, in a few years, a Deadpool movie will come out! I am so fucking excited!"
"Deadpool is your favorite, I take it."
"Yes he is! All the chimichangas!"
"Isn't there also going to be a Batman versus Superman movie?"
"Yes, i don't really have high expectations for it though. Sure, they both are in the justice league and butt heads, but I honestly can't see them fighting like that unless Superman gets influenced by some sort of Kryptonite, or his mind being wiped and replaced with evil thoughts."
"So you don't think it would be Batman's fault? I mean, he is the darker one."
"Well duh. Sure, Superman had his whole planet blown up, but Bruce Wayne saw his parents die as a 13 year old. Superman was an infant and didn't know what was going on. Bruce wouldn't allow himself to go that dark, especially knowing what darkness does to people like The Penguin, The Riddler, Harley Quinn, and The Joker. And I love Batman and all, but against Superman, he stands at no chance. Being a billionaire with equipment and skills only goes so far. If Bruce was half as smart as Tony Stark, he would have built a suit like Iron Man."
"I see, but think about this. Bruce saw his parents die, so think about what that would do to a kid's mind. Maybe he see's something so bad he goes darker than ever, then one of his enemies manipulates him, or creates some sort of serum that makes him stronger than Superman. Sure, he can't get laser eyes, or X-Ray vision, but stronger and faster than Superman, who is the strongest man on Earth, but not fastest. That title goes to The Flash. And what if an evil Green Lantern user used his ring to make Batman even better."
"I can see the other stuff happening, but not the Green Lantern thing. Green Lantern in the Justice League wouldn't let that happen. But yeah, I still think whatever happens, Superman will win."
"Yeah…" I agreed.
"Okay, but think about this. Wonder Woman, Black Widow, Catwoman, and The Scarlet Witch team up and teach the boys a lesson."
"Interesting. But Cat Woman isn't necessarily a hero."
"Well neither are Deadpool and Loki,"
"But Loki killed 80 people in two days."
"He's adopted and was lied to his whole life. Also, Frigga died. The only person in all Nine realms who believed in him. And all that's left is his idiot brother, Thor, who, may i remind you, started a new war with the Frost Giants because of his enormous ego. Loki was the one who said 'Let's not do this, because it is a very bad idea, Thor.' Loki is smarter and would have actually succeeded in taking over Earth had the Avengers not stopped him. It was revenge and fulfilling what he thought was his destiny. then, when Thor needed him most in saving Jane, he graciously helped. Odin was being an ass about Thor and Jane's relationship, but Loki was like 'Dude, she's gonna die before you and it'll hurt like a bitch. I don't want you to be hurt like that, bro.' So, Loki is much better than Thor, even if he can't lift Mjolnir."
"Very true, but did he really need to kill that many people?"
"To achieve his goals, yes. People die all the time and are born every second."
"I suppose yes. But why is Deadpool an Anti-Hero?"
"Well… that's a little more complicated. Deadpool isn't a bad guy, but he also isn't the best guy to be saving people. I don't know, it's just hard to explain. But no matter what, He is my favorite hero of all the Marvel and DC franchises. His movie is going to be awesome. It's even rated R because of all the gore and swearing."
"Nice. Maybe when it comes out, we should see it together."
"That would be cool."
"Oh dear, you've turned into Soul."
"Huh?"
"You said the… C word."
"Oh no, call the police, the army, the marines… Call Oprah! I will not become Soul Eater Evans!" Myra dramatically said.
"Well then maybe we need to get to the arcade before you turn into the albino," I suggested. She laughed and told me sure. I left money on the table, and then we left to go to the city's only arcade. It had all the classic games and surprisingly Dance Dance Revolution. Probably my father's idea. Because of the poor selection of games (and probably because of at home game consoles) almost no one was in the arcade. Meaning there was no wait for any of the games. Normally, I don't like video games. The graphics and pixels are just too...asymmetrical and it bothers me to the point where I have broken five XBox machines, Two Playstations, and one Wii. Yeah, not a gamer. But Donna had told me once the Myra likes them, so I thought this would be fun for her.
As soon as we got there she ran straight to the Galaga machine.
"Yes! They fixed it! Maybe my record is still up there," Myra thoughtfully exclaimed. I walked up behind her as she scrolled lower and lower in the top 20 scores. They way she said it I thought she was in the top five or something, but nope. There were her initials on the 20th spot.
"Thank the Gods, it is. Maka and I took a day just to hang out here and we stayed all day because I got so hooked on this game. I told her I wouldn't stop until I reached top 20. That's when she suggested me taking control of the joystick and her pressing the buttons. It took us all our money and until this place closed to get there, but we did it," Myra smiled at the memory of her and Maka working together. It seemed like she had forgotten the fight she had with her sister earlier today.
"Must have been a fun day," i said.
"Oh yeah it was, sure we were broke for the next week and a half, and had to work at Deathbucks just to pay for food, but it was totally worth it."
"Nice. So, you wanna play it?"
"No. If I do, Maka has to be here. I just wanted to make sure no one bumped us out of the top 20, or that the machine reset."
"Oh, okay. Any other games you want to play?"
"Yeah. I've never put my skills to the test with the only dancing game here. Besides, that is the only two player game in here."
It took me a moment to realize what she meant by that. She wanted to play a video game with me. Yeah, I was happy about that, but then I remembered… I suck at dancing.
"Oh, yeah, sure. We can play that, I guess."
"Awesome, let's go!" She grabbed my wrist and dragged me over to the Dance Dance Revolution machine. Is it too late to back out? I knew it was, so I just had to grit my teeth and step on the glowing squares. She pulled out a dollar in quarters from her pocket and put them into the machine. I stepped up on the platform next to her as she searched the songs. I didn't recognize any of them, but she did. Her knowledge of music is always just so...astonishing? Is that the word I want to use? Why not. It fits.
She finally picked a song and pressed play.
"Sorry, I should have asked if you wanted to do this song," she apologized.
"It's fine. I don't listen to much music, so it's probably better that you chose," I told her.
"You should listen to more music then. I'll lend you some of my CD's" Myra offered.
"Thanks." And then… the game started. I don't know what the song is, and I don't think I care enough to learn it. The first arrows appeared on the screen and I stepped on them as they lit up. Or at least I tried. I either stepped too late or stepped on the wrong arrow.I glanced over at Myra and saw her not just stepping on the arrows, but also doing spin moves and jumps and all other kinds of dance moves while I was struggling to just step on them. I really am starting to wish I had let Father hire a dance tutor back in…. nevermind. the year isn't important. Even if it was ballroom dancing, anything would be better than what was happening right now.
By the end of the song I was beat, so was Myra, but she looked happy about it.
"How are you so good at this?" I asked her stepping off the game platform.
"I just imagine I'm fighting Kishins without Donna and the arrows are the opposite direction of where the Kishins are coming from," Myra explained. I wish I had thought of that sooner.
"Wow, so those weren't real dance moves?"
"Who said my fighting style wasn't like dancing?" she smirked. "On sundays, Donna takes me to this dance studio workshop thing and we both learn these moves that we incorporate into our fighting."
"That's an interesting concept. Does it work?"
"Unfortunately not 100%. Maybe like 23%? I don't know." she responded. I wondered how often she tried that style of fighting and have it not work.
"But at least it isn't completely useless. Especially since you beat the crud out of me on this game."
"Yeah, that seems to be the only thing it really works for. Oh well. Live and Learn," she shrugged.
"Yup. So anyway, i didn't get to see your whole routine for that. Care to do it again? I'll pay for another game."
"I'd love to. But I got it. I convert about a sixth of my weekly allowance to quarters."
"If you're sure."
"I am. Thanks though." Myra pulled out another fifty cents and put it into the machine. She selected a different song and chose to use the entire platform. The game started. I watched her dance as this song played, I wasn't sure what it was called and couldn't understand what it was saying because it was in another language. But it sounded like this:
Hibiku ashioto ga hanarete yuku wa kokoro sae nurashite
Kakae Kirenai kodoku no bara wo kazaru kono machi no katasumi ni
Shizukesa no naka ni oboreta toiki wa garasu zaiku no merodi
Fureta nara kuzureochite anata ni wa nido to modorenai
Ai suru hito moshimo anata ni deau koto ga nakereba
Kono itami sae mo shirazu dareka wo kono te de kizu tsukete ita
Nagarehajimeta jikan to namida wa garasu zaiku no merodi
Hibiwareta kagami no naka ni wa mou kono sugata sae mo utsuranai
Kizu darake no kokoro wo kakusu imi nado nai mitsumete
Ai de dakishimete kowarehajimeta kokoro ga karete yuku made
Hitori ni shinaide kure tonari de waratte kure
Yoru ga akeru made
Sugisatta hibi wo mitsumete sono kizu ni chikai to wakare wo
Tomo ni aruite yukou donna kurushimi mo dakishimete
Ai suru hito moshimo anata ni deau koto ga nakereba
Kono nukumori sae shiranakatta
Kono te de tsukamitai...tsuyoku
Kagayaku hibi sore wa kako dewa naku mirai ni aru hazu dakara
Oh my destiny ai suru hito yo sobani ite karete yuku made
She looked like a professional dancer playing this game. It was strange, but also a very neat sight to see. She missed a few arrows of course, but she was still doing amazingly. As far as I know. I don't dance.
After she was done, we left the arcade. We walked side by side, passing the shops.
"So, what are we gonna do now?"
"Well...to be completely honest I didn't think you would hang around me this long so I didn't plan for it," I admitted, taking a sudden interest in the weird sparkles that construction people put in the concrete.
"You really thought our date would be so bad I would go home? Kid, I'm having a great time. You seriously didn't that would happen?" she asked. then I thought I heard her say 'Baka' under her breath.
"You are?" she nodded. I felt my face heating up a little. "I'm glad you are. I was freaking out the whole week, so I ended up not really talking to anyone. I'm sorry."
"Really? Wow," she said. I blew it. I knew it, I shoul- "I thought it was just me who was flipping out over this."
Did she just..? She did. Myra was just as nervous as I was. Make that the 8th wonder of the world. She just seemed so nonchalant about the whole thing though, so I couldn't help but wonder if it didn't bother her. But I suppose that's the face she puts on. I would too if I had a twin that knew what my feelings were the moment they were felt.
"Well I guess neither of us really have everything under control like everyone thinks we do."
"Definitely not."
"You want to go to the park? We have plenty of time until dinner,' I suggested.
"Sure, I like the park. Oh and there's this great tree Maka and I have climbed since we were little. It is the greatest tree ever," she said excitedly. Another thing with her and her sister. I never realized how close the two were.
"Sounds good. Let's go."
And so we walked to the park, which was a good twenty five minute walk in the opposite direction we were originally going. We walked in silence, but it wasn't uncomfortable like when we were having lunch. This was kind of serene, I guess you could say. She had her hands in her sweater pockets and mine were in the pockets of my-er… Soul's jeans. On occasion, I would steal a glance at her profile. She is just… beautiful. The way her bangs curl a little at the end which makes it perfect to wrap behind her ear. Her three earrings. One looked like it was a gage,( but I once overheard Maka say Myra wears fake gages) Another was a blue star, and the last one was a chain cuff. The base was a circle and the cuff was just a normal looking cuff. Even though I couldn't see the other side of her face, but I knew her other ear was the same. She had gotten another peircing since we first met, maybe she was planning it before, maybe she did it so I would stop bugging her, but that's for her to know and me to find out.
A few more stolen glances later, we arrived at the park. I see Myra scan the area, looking for something, when suddenly her eyes light up. A grin spreads across her face, and she points to something in front of her. I force myself to tear my eyes away from her smile and look to where she's pointing. A lone tree sits a little ways away, casting shade over the structure and seeming to watch over the park. It was definitely an old tree. Not as old as me though…
Myra hurries over to it, taking a moment to walk around the trunk.
"This is it! We had so many good times at this park. This tree's been here since before it was built!"
"It's nice," I said.
"Nice? It's the best tree ever! Perfect amount of shade at all times of the day, amazing for climbing, and no sap drips on you," Myra explained.
"Well sure, there's that, but it's not very… symmetrical," I responded, studying the tree. The branches were definitely all over the place, and the leaves. Most were on the ground seeing as it was autumn, but the amount left on the tree was unbearable. I counted seventeen. SEVENTEEN! Why couldn't there be- oh wait. There's an 18th one. Nevermind.
"Well, duh. It's a tree and almost winter. Kid, you've gotta stop looking at the world as just symmetry. Leave that for math. If you just look," she walked behind me and moved my head to where the tree was in the exact center of my vision. "you'll see that some things are perfect the way they are, with every little imperfection and flaw, it's still a beautiful and amazing tree. Do you see now?" She removed her hands from my cheeks, which left them cold. But I did understand what she was saying.
"Yes, I do. It is an amazing tree, the world is a wonderful place, I get that. But," I turned to her. "I can't help but see all the flaws. It's a disorder and I wish I could just see everything as it's meant to be seen, but I just...can't." She looked away and I thought I had upset her. Oh no. That can't be good. I don't want her to be upset.
"I know you can't," she said picking up an orange leaf. "That's why I'm going to help you."
"It's not that simple."
"I know it isn't. No matter how hard it is, or how long it takes, I will help you. My mind's made up and you can't stop me, so ha."
"Alright, if you insist." Hearing her say that with a confident look brought a smile to my face. I wanted to kiss her so badly at that moment, but I decided I should save it for later. I don't want her to think we're moving too fast. That would be awful. If we do end up staying together for a long time, I want to cherish the moments and not rush anything, especially if she doesn't want to do certain things. Because of the simple, heartbreaking fact, that I am immortal and she is not.
She smirked at me before running up the tree and grabbing a branch. Myra pulled herself up and sat on it. I was about to join her, but I heard a young voice yelp in pain. Turning around, I saw a little boy holding his knee, which was only bleeding a little. It's a good thing I bring bandages with me whenever I go somewhere, and that I put some in the pockets of Soul's jeans that he lent me. I walked over to the little boy and crouched down by him.
"Are you okay?" I asked him.
"No, my knee hurts," he answered through his tears.
"Well it's a good thing I brought band aids with me," I told the boy. "What's your name?"
"Ethan," he said as I brought out two medium sized band aids from my pocket. I opened one and started to apply it to Ethan's scrape.
"That's a very nice name Ethan," I spoke trying to make him forget his minimal pain. With one band aid in place, I opened the second one. I wasn't about to let this kid have asymmetrical bandages.
"What's your name, mister?" he asked me while I applied the second bandage to his non-injured knee.
"You can call me Kid."
"But you don't seem like a kid, you look like a teenager."
"I am, but it's a part of my name. Death the Kid is a bit of a mouthful, wouldn't you say?" His eyes widened with realization. Little kids really are the greatest.
"That's such a cool name! I want a name like that!"
"Maybe someday you will," I told him without thinking. "But to me, Ethan is a cool name. Now, be careful and go play. Besides, I have to get back to the pretty girl in the tree." I whispered the last sentence. Ethan looked over my shoulder in the direction of where Myra was sitting.
"She is pretty," he whispered back. "Is she your girlfriend?"
"Not yet. But I hope she will be. Now go play."
"Okie Doki! Bye bye Kid!" with that he ran off to the playground and I returned to the tree where Myra was sitting in.
"Cute child you just helped out," she said to me as as I neared the base of the tree trunk.
"Yeah, I couldn't really ignore the fact that he was hurt."
"Well that's very sweet of you. No wonder every other girl at Shibusen swoons over you."
"Oh, and you don't?" I teased. Myra started blushing almost as red as her hair.
"N-no, I'm not the kind of girl who swoons."
"So what do you call your reaction when you met Kellin Quinn a few months ago?"
"Fangirling. Totally different. Besides, he's a celebrity." I leaned up on the trunk of the tree.
"I'm technically a celebrity. Son of the person who basically decides life and death."
"I meant that Kellin Quinn is a singer from one of my favorite bands. You are from my school. You don't count."
"Well then, I see how it is," I decided to tease her a little more. Seeing her get all flustered was really adorable. "What I'm hearing is 'Oh Kid, I've loved you since the day you threw me in the river!'" I mocked.
"Hell no. And I'm still mad at you and Black Star about that. I was freezing on my walk home. I even resulted in taking Soul's stinky ass jacket," she said with the straightest face I have ever seen on her. Maybe I went too far.
"I said I was sorry. And the next day I bought you a new MP3 player along with saving your life, I might add," No, shut up shut up shut up. You'll just make it worse!
"Well sorry I haven't been the 'Damsel in Distress' like you want me to be," she snapped at me before sliding off the branch she sat on to stand next to me. Quick, apologize. Apologize now!
"I never said you were." Shit, no. No. Apologize.
"But you implied it," she said.
"No, I, crud. I'm sorry, I was just teasing you at first, but then you got defensive and it got out of hand because I didn't end it sooner. I'm sorry." Good. Now she'll like me again, right? Please don't be mad at me…
"It's fine. I'm sorry too. Guess I took it a little too seriously."
"So, we're cool?"
"Yeah, sure thing, SOUL," she put emphasis on calling me Soul. Oh dear, not this again. I chuckled to myself. She plopped herself down on the ground and leaned her back against the tree, I decided to sit next to her. We just sat there for a while, studying our surroundings. There were a few children playing on the playground, Ethan included. It was silver, black, and blue. There were slides around the main castle shaped structure, with a small climbing wall, a swirly thing poking from out of the ground, and a few yards away was the swing set, sitting inside the sand pit.
Ethan had spotted Myra and I, he stopped what he was doing to wave at us and say: "HI KID! HI PRETTY LADY!" I waved back, of course, but Myra just blushed the lightest shade of was so light no one else would have noticed, but I did. I always did. Ethan didn't seem to mind the fact that the redhead hadn't waved back, because he just went on playing.
After a few more minutes passed, I felt Myra's hand just barely touch mine, so on some instinct i didn't know I had, I held her hand in mine. We didn't intertwine fingers, it was just harmless hand holding. Until of course, Myra removed her hand from mine. Darn it.
"Sorry," I said. I should have asked her first.
"It's fine, it was just….weird I guess. Not really a touchy-feely person," she explained.
"Oh. Okay."
"This would be better with music," She suggested after a moment. She then reached into her hoodie pocket to bring out her DeathPod and earbuds. Great… I have failed this first date. Awesome.
"Here," Myra handed me one earbud. "It'd be rude, even for me, to just listen to music on my own on a date."
"Thanks," i took the earbud and put it in my ear.
"I hope you don't mind, but my newest obsession is The Nightmare Revisited album. You know, with all the Nightmare Before Christmas songs sung by other people like Marilyn Manson and Amy Lee. Though sometimes I think Marilyn Manson could be a Kishin." She told me.
"I don't mind at all. It's your music anyway," I replied. She smiled and pressed the play button on her DeathPod. My ear was filled with a remix of the overture and it's bouncy theme, as opposed to the original where it was a lot darker. I could even hear an accordion. It was great.
A While later, Sally's Song started to play and about halfway through it, I felt a weight on my shoulder. I turned my head to see a mass of blood red hair that could only belong to Myra.
"Uh, Myra?" I asked, but was greeted with no answer from her. I could feel her soft, slow breathing because our bodies were so close. She had fallen asleep on me. There was no way I wanted to wake her (besides, who knows what she would do to me if I woke her.) so I carefully pulled out my phone and texted Liz saying I would be late home. I would just wait for Myra to wake up again and then we would go to dinner or get ice cream depending on the time it was. It was around 3 o'clock right now anyway.
And does he notice my feelings for him?
And will he see how much he means to me?
I think it's not to be
What will become of my dear friend
Where will his actions lead us then?
Although I'd like to join the crowd
In their enthusiastic cloud
Try as I may, it doesn't last
And will we ever end up together?
Oh ooh
And will we ever end up together?
No, I think not, it's never to become
For I am not the one
The song ended and the next one played. I only knew three or four songs from the Nightmare Before Christmas. The Oogie Boogie song, Jack's Lament, Sally's Song, and This Is Halloween. Only because Patti sings extremely loud in the shower and only sings those songs. No others. Just those. I don't think she's ever even seen the movie.
I wasn't paying attention to the time, but the album had replayed twice; by that time the sun had begun to set. We sat there, Myra asleep, me watching the colors change in the sky. The yellow light the drowsy looking sun gave off started to turn orange as it sank lower in the sky. Then red. Then it sank below the horizon with a dark purple-blue sky and the first star twinkling in the sky, just waiting for the smiling moon to join it. Would the moon have blood running from its mouth tonight, I didn't know. But I hoped it wouldn't.
It looked as if Myra was no where near the point of waking up. So, I did the only thing I could. I carefully moved her head off my shoulder after taking out the earbud I was wearing and put it in her other ear, and gently picked her up princess style. Or Bridal. Whatever you want to call it. I summoned Beelzebub once more today, and instead of normal wheels, it hovered above the ground. I stepped on it, holding Myra in my arms, and rode it in the direction of her house. I could still smell the faint scent of her perfume. This feeling was so familiar, like the day at the mall. I wanted to kill those two guys with my bear hands when I brought her to safety, and I thought she would have too. Though, thankfully we both came to our senses and didn't become murderers.
It took about a half an hour to get back, and by that time, my arms were just about as strong as limp noodles. Myra was heavier than I expected, in fact, I almost dropped her once or twice on the way to her place. It scared the living shit out of me, but I was able to keep her from falling while also not waking up. Thank Dad for all this luck I'm having today.
Maka had opened the door before I could even ring the bell with my elbow. She looked angry and I was really hoping she wouldn't punch me in the face. I've seen what power she has in her face punches and don't want to meet the same fate as Asura.
"What's wrong with her?" she asked.
"Nothing she-"
"Don't lie to me Kid. You wouldn't be carrying her if something wasn't wrong."
"But-"
"No. Tell me what happened now," Her voice was rising louder and I was afraid Myra would wake up.
"Can you keep your voice down?" I asked in a hushed tone.
"Not until you tell me the truth. What's. Wrong. With. Myra?"
"Maka...shut up and let me sleep before I cut off your pigtails," i heard a drowsy voice say. I looked down at the girl who was sleeping a moment ago. She was definitely not awake yet. Not fully anyway. Myra brought her arms around the back of my neck and turned her face closer to my chest. I could feel her hot breath through my clothes.
"So, can I bring her to her room so she can sleep now?" I asked Maka. She glared at me for a moment.
"Yeah. Down the hall, second one on the left," she directed me. I thanked her and walked quickly, but carefully to Myra's room. When I stepped in, all I could see was posters galore. I wasn't sure there was a single inch of wall sowing. Even her ceiling had posters on it. Many of them were drawings, either by her or Maka, I didn't know. The rest were of bands she liked and superheroes as well as villains. Before my arms could break off, I carried Myra over to her bed which had a dark purple and light blue comforter on it, neatly made, and set her down. I removed her earbuds and paused her music while setting it on the nightstand next to her bed.
"Hey, Kid?" I heard her voice. It was so quiet, barely a whisper.
"Yes?" I softly replied. She rolled onto her side.
"I had a really fun time today. Thank you. And sorry for falling asleep. I'm just really," she yawned. "tired. Maybe we can try to do dinner again sometime soon to make up for my sleepiness."
"Yeah, that sounds good. But why are you so tired?"
"Movie marathon last night with Maka. Went until 4 am." she explained. I could see her struggling to keep her eyes open.
"Well that sounds like fun," I said. "But like you told me, you're exhausted. Get some sleep and I'll see you at School on Monday."
"Okay," she whispered. "Goodnight Kiddo."
"Goodnight," I told her, only she didn't hear it because she was already fast asleep. After another moment or two looking at her peaceful, sleeping face, I left her room and gently closed the door.
Maka stopped me before I left.
"Return Soul's clothes first. I still can't believe you were wearing that the entire day," she said.
"Yeah, it is pretty disgusting. No offense Soul," I said to him, but he wasn't listening because he and Donna were making out on the couch.
"Guys, that is sick. If you're going to do that, do it in private," Soul just gave a thumbs up without parting from his long time girlfriend.
"How about I take these home, wash them, and return them to him at school on Monday?" I suggested.
"Fine with me. Reduces the stink from him by one pair of clothes. Much better for the environment that way."
"Yeah, totally. Well, I'll see you later then Maka."
"See you, Kid. Thanks for bringing her home, and...sorry for accusing you earlier."
"Not a problem. Goodnight Maka, Soul, Donna."
With that, I left, feeling pretty good with myself, despite having dirty clothes on me. I'll wash them as soon as I get home anyway.
My Gods, today was perfect.