Children of the Mirror
...12th Part: Krad...
Dark's clothes weren't very comfortable. As invincible as I was beginning to feel, the snug fabrics still made me a little self-conscious. I was tempted to have him pull over when we passed through the various cities so I could buy my own. I was partial to white, too, and most of Dark's clothes were quite the opposite.
As I was musing over this one day – and yes, it was daylight; we'd manage to fix our sleeping habits – I heard a metallic clink behind us, on the road.
This was when I realized that I'd forgotten to keep my hair tucked down the back of my jacket.
"Dark, pull over!" I shouted at him.
Dark pulled off to the side of the road and stopped, turning his head to look at me strangely as I scrambled off of the motorcycle and started running back down the sidewalk.
"Krad!" he yelled after me. "Where are you going!?"
"I dropped it!" I shouted back at him, running into some people and ignoring their protests as I continued on. Dark ran after me, apologizing to them for me as he passed.
"Dropped what?" he asked.
I caught the sun glimpse off of it and turned toward the road. I was about to run out and get it, but Dark caught my shoulder and pulled me away. I fell back onto the pavement, hitting my head.
The idiot hauled me back to my feet again by the collar of my jacket. "Now what was that all about!?" he demanded. "You almost got hit by that damn car, meat-head!"
"Stop calling me names – it'll do you no good," I said, glaring at him. "I want my cross back!"
Dark lost the majority of his hostility and raised an eyebrow at me before turning to look at the road. "Oh." He turned his exasperated violet gaze back on me. "You freaked me out and almost got yourself killed... because of that!?"
When he said it like that...
"Yes. I did! Is there something wrong with that!?" I shouted defensively.
"Well, yeah! There is!" he shouted back, shaking me.
We glared at each other for a long while, and car after car ran over my pendant. I couldn't understand my own stupid attachment to the thing, but whatever the reason I wanted to have it back, badly.
I gestured to the street. "Would you just let me get it already?"
"If you'll use a little of that common sense I know is hidden in that blond head of yours."
I shoved him away from me and shouldered past him back to the edge of the street.
As my lack of luck would have it, this was one of the busier streets we'd ridden on. Of course it would be. Taking a deep breath to prepare myself, I went for it.