Children of the Mirror
...10th Part: Krad...
Dark searched his room until he found a backpack and tossed it at me. I caught it and set it at my feet, waiting as he grumbled to himself and looked for another.
"Are you going to tell them you're leaving?" I wondered.
Dark didn't answer, but he managed to dig up another backpack for himself, and proceeded to stuff it with his clothes, still talking to himself. "We'll take my motorcycle..."
I didn't argue. If we had anything more than these backpacks, I didn't know how we'd manage to carry it, but I was sure Dark would figure out a way. His intense scowl said it all. He was upset, but he was also determined. Nothing could stop him from carrying out whatever plans he had.
He stood up and stared down at the bag, tapping his foot in thought.
"What all do you have in there?" I asked.
"Clothes. Enough for both of us." He raked his hand through his hair and then zipped the backpack closed. "We can put some food in that one," he continued, pulling a vest and another jacket from his closet and flinging them in my direction. "Put those on," he instructed.
I held the clothes in front of me to take a look at them. "Why?"
"Because I like that vest and you'll want a jacket," he explained simply.
I still didn't feel like arguing with him and wasting time so I put them on, snatching up the empty backpack and following him when he walked out of the room.
Dark went down to the kitchen and held out his hand to take the backpack I carried. I gave it to him, and he went through the cupboards, throwing stuff into the bag that wouldn't quickly parish, and things that could be easily cooked over a fire if we needed to. I didn't pay much attention to what he packed specifically, but we still had room in both backpacks.
"Anything else?" I asked him.
He thought for a moment, then dug in his pocket and pulled out a wallet to see what he had. "I've got more in my room, I think," he informed me. "And if you find anything up there that you think we might want, pack it."
I nodded once and we headed back upstairs.
While Dark hunted for the rest of his money, I went into the bathroom to look for the cross he'd given me, and my hair tie. I was getting tired of it falling in my face.
Soon we were ready to leave. Dark sighed as we stepped out of his house, looking back at it when we got to his motorcycle. "I guess I'd be leaving in a year or so anyway," he muttered, and mounted the bike.
I got on behind him, holding onto his backpack. "We should stop by my house," I suggested. "I have some money stored away there, too, that we could use."
There was a moment of silence from Dark and then he started the bike. "I don't think we should go back there," he said.
I grinned, but Dark couldn't see it. "Why? Scared of corpses, Mousy?"
His hands gripped the handles tighter and his back was tense. "Maybe," he grumbled. "But so what?" he said in his defense. "Do you really want to go back to that stink hole?"
"You mean, do I really want to go back and see my mother's dead body?" I guessed, then almost laughed. "Of course."
Dark shivered.