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"Talking"

'Thinking'

KHR World

~ Silver's P.O.V ~

"Is that your math test mark?"

"HIIIEEE!"

I raised an eyebrow as Tsunayoshi whipped his head to look at me. His little scream was pretty amusing, and raising an eyebrow was the only way I could keep from laughing. Besides, having a 3% was really awful, especially to a girl who's one of the smartest in school. Let's just say that my parents threatened me with my brothers. It's not like I have money of my own.

"Silver-san! Don't sneak up on me! How did you even get in here?" Tsunayoshi asked as I sat down on his bed, crossing my legs. It was strange how I couldn't feel the blanket or mattress underneath me. I was absolutely sure by now.

"Well, I don't exist, Sawada-kun," I said, standing up, "but I'm not a figment of your mind either. I am real. Someone sent me here to help you."

"Help me?" Tsunayoshi asked as I sat down beside him. He shrieked when I poked his cheek. "B-But you can touch me just fine… You're really here to help me?!"

"Perhaps so. I'm not sure myself," I said, checking at his math homework. "Hm… this is actually pretty easy. You've got the basic idea, Sawada-kun," I told him, trying to change the conversation. "Okay, let's do this."

"A-Ano… Silver-san, what do you mean you don't exist, but you're real?" Tsunayoshi asked as I started to explain the concept.

"There are many worlds and dimensions out there," I told him, trying to figure out how to help him when I couldn't touch anything but him. "I come from one of those different ones. It sounds weird, but it's the truth. I have the power to go through those worlds, and I ended up here."

"But if you're here, what about your family?" Tsunayoshi questioned, looking sad. He must've been thinking about his dad. I knew that feeling of mistrust and abandonment.

"Let's just say that I'm here while sleeping. When I wake up, I'll go back to my world," I explained to him. "You have nothing to worry about, Sawada-kun. I can balance both worlds. If you ever need help, I'm going to be here. I'm pretty sure I'm at least 5 years older."

"I'm 10… so does that mean you're 15?" Tsunayoshi asked me. I nodded my head in reply. "It must be nice being so old… People won't pick on you because they'll be scared. I bet you don't have any problems."

"That's not how it works. Just because you're older doesn't mean that your life is better. No matter what, life always will have problems," I told him, narrowing my eyes. "That's why it's good to have someone by your side, someone you can trust. Those kinds of people will help you in life."

"But… I do now. I have Silver-san, and you said I can trust you," Tsunayoshi said softly, smiling as he read through his math problem. "A-Ano… Silver-san… I don't get this part. D-Do you mind helping me?"

"No, I don't mind… Okay, let's do this…"

Slowly, I explained the question step by step as our relationship grew closer by those exact same steps.

~ Cindy's P.O.V ~

"What are you doing here again, stupid woman?!" Hayato yelled at me as I attempted to pick up a magazine book. Like I had thought, I couldn't pick it up. Sadly… I couldn't find Silver yesterday either. My luck was the worse…

"I thought I told you to fix up your attitude," I said, flicking Hayato's forehead. He hissed at me, stepping back a few steps as he clutched his forehead. "Man… You're so annoying. At this rate, I may end up hating you, Hayato."

"Don't call me that! Stupid woman! Besides, I don't even want you here!" Hayato yelled at me as I wandered into his kitchen. "Why did you have to come back?!"

"Because you'd probably go emo without me," I said, grinning at him as I looked at Hayato over my shoulder. "Can't let that happen. You're like, 11 or something. If I can live till 15, so can you."

"I'm not going to go emo!"

"Explain those cuts, then," I said, leaning against the doorway. It was weird how I couldn't feel nor touch it. If my suspicions were right, it would be I was just an astral projection, but that wouldn't explain why I could touch Hayato. The Shinigami must've sent me to do something to him.

"Why do you care…?" Hayato grumbled, folding his arms. "Just leave me alone!" he snapped at me, making me roll my eyes. "Don't roll your eyes at me!"

"You're such a child. Just admit that you can't cook to save your life," I said, walking towards the kitchen. Using my telekinesis, I open the fridge, checking the inside. There seemed to be some vegetables that were good. Inside the drawers were nice looking knives. It seemed that Hayato did have the basic cooking utensils.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked me as I turned on the stove, starting to cut up some of the vegetables at the counter while I washed some rice at the sink. "W-Wait, how are you even doing that?! Are you a U.M.A?!"

"No, I'm a psychic, more specifically an atmokinetic. I have powers over the weather," I told him, trying to find some seasoning. "But obviously all psychics who are this developed know the basic telekinesis. You can't develop without mastering that."

"Why are you doing this?" Hayato asked, not moving from his spot at the doorway. I turned to him, a smirk on my face before I changed it to a rare soft smile.

"I told you: "You won't be able to go through life without someone to trust. You'll end up trashed in the end." ," I said, continuing to cook. I only knew the basics of cooking, but I was determined to make sure he ate properly. I could finally be someone that somebody else could rely on, one of my dreams. There was no way I would throw it away.

"Why does it have to be you?! Stupid woman!"

"Because you love me, Hayato."

The surprised look on his face after he tasted the meal really made me happy, no matter how much I was laughing at him for crying after taking a single bite.

But the pain I felt when I had to go back home… was indescribable…