Choice of Music: Without You - My Darkest Days, Every Heart

Chapter 8 - Your Heart Says Otherwise

Kia sat silently in the old armchair, a sketchpad and a mechanical pencil in hand. Vice was still under the pink comforter, one green gauntlet on the floor. K was still in his room, quietly getting ready for a job inteview he had that day.

'I can't believe I kissed Vice last night,' she thought to herself. Just thinking of how her lips touched his ceramic smooth skin; the feel of his arms around her, protecting her from evil; made her blush. Protecting her from evil. That almost seemed funny, considering the fact he was the epitome of all evil known to mankind. It was strange being around the green Douji now. Vice was making Kia feel in a way she didn't understand, and she did nothing more than just shove it away.

She felt the pencil gently scrape across the paper. Ever since she had gotten up that day, she had drawn the living room from every perspective she could get, excluding Vice. Kia did not need him yelling at her for something as trivial as that.

Flipping through her sketchpad, she had some of the Douji in there. She had Jealous, his gauntlet transforming into a blade of sorts. There was Mizho and Palace, Hana and Edile. No matter where, she had drawn all of the evil Douji and their master, excluding one.

Vice.

Hell, she even had kids from school in there, some that she just picked out randomly. There were more than enough drawings of K in their as well. Maybe there were good Douji somewhere, and she just hadn't seen them yet. Vice talked enough about one in particular. If she remembered correctly, his name was Ultimo.

Giving off a small pink yawn, Kia pushed herself out of the chair and set off to make breakfast. She was thinking ham and potatoe omelette, an old recipe she hadn't gotten to try out for a while.

Cracking eggs into a bowl, she heard her uncle finally emerge from his room and actuall looked decent. "Morning," she whispered. K gave her a quick wave and went out the door. Raising an eyebrow, she went back to cooking.

The aroma of cooking ham and sizzling eggs soon filled the kitchen, and Kia silently hoped Vice wouldn't wake up.

It must have sucked to sleep on the couch. Then again, when she really thought about it, there were two bedrooms. And Vice had been here before she was. Did she really kick him out of his room? Kia tried not to dwell on the thought too much. She didn't like the way that feeling nagged at her.

Once two omelettes were finished, she put one on a plate, and walked over to the sleeping bundle that was Vice.

"Vice?" she whispered.

No answer.

"Vice?" she whispered a little louder, gently nudging him.

Kia heard him say something and lifted the cover from his head a little, revealing his face. "What?"

"I said 'go away'," he grumbled, not even bothering to open his eyes.

"I made breakfast. You hungry?"

"Is it hamburger steak over fried rice?"

"No."

"Then I don't want it."

Giving off a small sigh, Kia moved the plate so that it was under his nose and he could smell the aroma of the food. Cracking one eye open, he looked at the omelette, and then at her. After looking at it for a bit, he asked "Do you have a fork?"

She flipped one out, and gently set the plate on the floor. Kia watched silently as Vice kicked the pink comforter on the floor, and grab the plate. She reserved herself to eating near the kitchen, away from Vice.

"You can eat out here, you know." Kia looked up from her omelette, and glanced at him.

"What?"

"I'm not gonna bite you. You can sit out here."

He wolfed down the food, probably just inhaling it. Kia stayed in the doorway, casually looking at him from time to time.

In the darkness of the room, the shadows made his face appear more mature than he looked. 'Kinda cute, in a sick and twisted sort of way,' she thought to herself. Realizing what she was thinking, she quickly forced the thoughts out of her head. 'Anyways, there's no way in hell he could ever think about me like that...wait, why do I care? I don't care.'

"Are you finished?" she asked the green Douji. Vice handed her the empty plate and fork, and he began digging through the cushions looking for the remote.

She walked silently to the kitchen, and when her left hand brushed to stove, she felt a searing pain. Kia let out a small shriek, pulling her hand tight to her chest and dropping the plates with a crash. Looking at her hand, she could already see nice hexagonal burns forming near her thumb. And now there was broken porcelain on the floor, and she was barefoot. "Son of a bitch."

Turning to go run her hand under cold, she ran into Vice. "Excuse me," she said, attempting to walk around him. Kia was surprised to feel his claws wrap around her wrist and spun her so she was facing him. "Vice, what are you-?" she started, but stopped.

Vice had looked at the small burn on her hand, placed his lips to her palm, and licked. Kia could feel his rough tongue gently slide over the burn, and to her shock, was actually soothing it.

She blushed. Hard. Her heart raced in her chest, raging like a wild animal in her ribcage. All other senses stopped besides touch. Even Kia herself felt like she had frozen in time. Vice slowly raised his head, his tongue still sticking slightly out of his mouth. "There. You'll be fine." His golden eyes bore into hers, and she relaxed.

"T-Thank you," she said, finding the will to speak.

Vice moved closer to her, nearly having her pinned against the counter. "Next time you won't be so lucky." Kia's heart slowed down, and she looked away from him.

'God dammit, what's this feeling?' Kia thought. He was the Ultimate Evil, and she had never felt more relaxed when she was in his presence. All the other Douji, minus Jealous, and their masters were scared of him one way or another.

She was still looking away when she felt his forehead against hers, his claws gently relaxing. There was so much about him Kia felt she knew, but she didn't know how to define it.

"Am I interrupting something?"

Kia turned her head to see Jealous standing in the doorway. In one quick flash, Vice brushed past the blue and pink Douji.

Jealous and Kia watched as Vice left, and Kia started to busy herself in cleaning up the broken dishes. "Hello, Jealou-"

"You like him."

Awkward silence.

"Meaning?"

"You like him. As in, like like."

"What are you talking about?" Kia asked.

"Like like. As in, you like him, but more than a like, like a like like. Like a friend, but like more-"

"The tongue twister is irritating me. Say it or shut it."

"You love Vice."

"..."

More awkward silence.

"I do not love Vice."

"You're right, I'm sorry," Jealous said. "You're in love with Vice."

"Am not."

"Are too."

"Am so not."

Jealous grabbed her hand, looking at her palm. Kia yanked it away, but not without letting Jealous have a good look. "What is it with all you people today? Just grabby grabby grabby! And I am NOT, under any circumstances, in love with Vice."

"You say one thing but your heart says otherwise."

And with that, Jealous too dissapeared. Kia scoffed at him, a little too late. Busying herself again with the remaing remnants of plates, she really thought.

Had she really falled for Vice?

So SO SOOO sorry if ANY of the characters were OOC! I canNOT apologize enough! Please review!