The sun rose, and rays of light shone through the hospital windows. Her face looked peaceful, and the light left her unphased. Will Kira ever wake up?
She woke up with a less than pleased dispositon. She slowly dressed in the clothes that her roommate provided her. A tired sigh escaped her lips. It was quite obvious that Kira didn't want to deal with anyone that day. Never the less, she trudged down towards the bridge.
"Oh, hey Kira." Aerrow greeted warmly. "Stork is waiting in the hangar for you." Kira grumbled at the fourteen-year-old, and headed towards her destination. The sound of Aerrow's light chuckles echoed off the metal interior of the Condor.
I walked into the hangar to see Stork tinkering with my air skimmer.
"Yo." Stork jumped a little then turned to look at me.
"Hi." he said. I walked over and sat down next to him. He looked a little nervous.
"So, what do I need to know?" I asked, and Stork went on about the different parts of the skimmer. I heard about the first parts, but then I started to daydream. I could just see myself gliding through the air. I could only imagine how amazing it must be.
Kira.
My name echoed through my mind. I wonder who said it...
Kira.
It came again. Whoever was saying my name had a cute voice.
Kira.
Again, the voice said my name. This time is was so much clearer it was almost as if there was someone right next to me.
Kira.
That voice sounded so familiar. My daydream started to fade away, and instead of clear, blue skies, I saw...
"Stork!" I yelped, and we both jumped away from each other. "What the heck is wrong with you?!" Stork flinched. "You can't just scare the life out of someone like that!" He flinched again.
"You fell asleep."
"Well, I'm sorry!" I huffed. It got real quiet. I was looking away, but I could feel Stork's stare. If it were any other person, I would have felt bad for snapping at them, but this was the guy who hated me. "Ya know what? Let's just get this over with." I said, and we began the lesson.
I was in the kitchen. Stork had taught me a little about what powers a skimmer. It linked in with all the stuff about crystals that Piper taught me, but it was still pretty boring. Now I was in the kitchen eathing a sandwich. I mean, learning about air skimmers actually can work up my appetite. ell, as I was eating, guess who decided to stop by? Stork jusmped a little when he saw me, but he soon recovered. He made a bee-line for a crate that was stacked with a few others; a plate was already in his hand. After Stork lifted the lid of the crate, I felt like gagging.
"EW! Stork, what is that?!" I said. The sound was muffled, because my hands were covering my mouth and nose.
"Merb cabbage." He said dreamily, and I giggled a little bit.
"I take it that that's your favorite food?" I asked with an amuzed tone of voice. Stork nodded, and we both ate in silence.
"I don't hate you." He said out no where. I looked over at him in shock.
"Really?" I asked, and he nodded. "Look Stork, I feel aweful for the way I treated you, so...I'm sorry." He gave me a weak smile, and I giggled a bit. He looked kind of cute with that sheepish smile on his face.
A light blush crossed Kira's cheeks at the thought. Luckily, Stork didn't notice.
"So," Kira said. "I never got the chance to ask this...how old is everyone?" Stork raised an eyebrow at the girl and looked into her eyes.
'Is she really this strange?' he wondered to himself.
"Well, Finn, Piper and Aerrow are all fourteen." Stork said aloud. "And I think that Junko is too. Radaar is about three..."
"So, how old does that make you?"
"Sixteen."
"Cool, I'm sixteen too!" Stork looked at the girl with a strange look on his face.
"I thought you didn't know much about yourself." Stork stated in a questioning tone. Kira began to fiddle with her fingers, and her cheeks were steadily turning red.
"Well, I don't know why, but I feel particularly close to you, so when you said you were sixteen, I thought that I must be too."
"Oh." The conversation continued like this for about two hours, and then they went their seperate ways leaving Kira questioning her feelings.
