Hi! here's the next chappie, sorry this update took so long, I've just been lazy. BTW this chappie will have some violence and stuff
BIG CHANGE! I CHANGED THE CHARACTERS AGES! THEY ARE ALL 17 INSTEAD OF 15, OKAY!
"speech"
"thoughts"
*Mighty POV*
thump...thump...thump... I have no idea how long I've been slamming my head against my desk. 30...31...32...I finally stopped and wiped some of the remaining bath water from my head, thanks to my long hair, it stays wet a lot longer than I would like. So taking the lazy way out of this, I just wrapped it in a very messy and rushed bun, tying it back with a random black rubberband that I happened to find.
"I really hope i didn't screw this whole project up" I muttered to myself while staring into the mirror.
"Well it's not like you forced him or anything"
"Wha- who said that?""It me, your conscience... you don't use me very often do you..."
"Uhhh...no"
"exactly, I'm here to help you with your Nakama problem."
"What do you mean? I don't need your...my...advice."
"I think you might, you think that you regret what happened between you and Nakama"
I blushed at the mentioning of it, "well...yea... I just hope that i didn't completely ruin my non-existant relationship with Nakama because i... well yea."
"are you stupid...?"
"wha-"
"he obviously likes you which is why he kissed you back, remember!"
"Well yea but-"
I swear I could feel my conscience smacking me in my mind "NO no buts! You're second guessing yourself, that's why you're so confused. Dumb ass..."
"Are you always this mean." I get enough crap from Espio, I don't need it from my head too!
"Uhh...Mighty, are you done talking to yourself now?"
Oh man, I didn't even notice Vector leaning against my door frame, I really hope he didn't hear all of that.
"Yea yea, sorry, didn't hear you come in."
"Uh huh, I think that Nakama's crazy is rubbing off on you..."
"Oh Vector be nice, he really is a good guy, real sweet and everything."
"Yea you would think that wouldn't you."
I looked over in time to see Vector giving me a smug grin.
"Wha, what do you mean?" God please don't let him be getting at what I think...
"Oh you know what I mean, hmm. I just happened to notice a few things when I walked past the bathroom a few minutes ago"
"O-oh really..." Oh shoot, he's knows HE KNOWS!
"Yea, like how your patient's face is redder than a tomato, and why his face mask happens to be on the bathroom floor, and why you both happen to be wet, almost as if you both bathed at the same time, hmm."
I swear if my heart was beating any faster, Sonic could hear it, and he's off touring Antarctica!
*with Sonic*
Sonic: *sneeze* what the hell...
*back with mighty and vector*
"W...well I..."
"Don't sweat it man."
"Wha?"
"Espio and I just happen to be heading out tonight so I hoped that you wouldn't mind having Nakama all to yourself for a while, but from how things look, I suppose that you two will be fine." Vector gave me another grin and a wink as Espio came up.
"Why are we going out, didn't you say that you needed to study for you Spanish test tomorrow before your teacher fails you?" Espio questioned.
"Well things changed, now come along Espy, we need to go." Vector bid me goodbye as he shoved Espio out the house, leaving only the faint sound of tire tracks speeding down the driveway.
My eyebrows twitched...stupid Vector and his stupid fangirlism. He thinks I don't know that he pretends to study while he's actually reading his yaoi doujinshi, no wonder he's failing Spanish class. But who can blame him, yaoi doujinshi is pretty addictive.
After about 5 minutes of staring at the space where Vector was standing, I decided that I probably should get re-dressed. The same clothes shouldn't be a problem, since I wasn't dirty to start with. So I just tossed on my black and white shirt and slid on some shorts instead of my old jeans, I'll just let my hair stay tied up, I'm kinda getting use to it like this.
10:15am
I haven't looked at the clock ever since I smashed the one in Nakama's room, I didn't realize that it was still so early. Vector and Espio must have had a half day, or skipped school, I would put that above Vector. But all other thoughts aside, I really should go and see Nakama, I don't want him thinking that I'm avoiding I'm, that will just make things even more awkward, and I don't want to avoid him, I really like him, stupid crush or not. And I was planning on us spending the day together, he's not gonna weasel his way out of that. So after grabbing my bag and wallet, I dashed out my door to head off to his room.
"Nakama...NAKAMAAAA! WHERE ART THOU! NAKAMA!" Am I annoying him to death...good.
He peaked his head out from his closed door.
"Don't forget, we still have to spend the whole day together, so don't plan on staying in there for too long."
I noticed that his eyes weren't on my, in fact they weren't even in my general direction, they were looking towards the bathroom where his abandoned metal mask still laid on the ground. I responded almost as if I could read his mind.
"Don't worry about it, you don't have to wear that thing 24/7, not on my watch."
He gave a somewhat relived sigh and began to close the door while muttering something along the lines of, "I'll be done in a minute."
Good enough for me, so I just ran downstairs and began to lace up my black converses, I figured that sneakers would be better than my boots since we'll be walking around quite a bit.
I heard Nakama shuffling his way down the steps as I finished up with my shoes. I turned to greet him, but instead, I just stared at him pretty dumbfounded.
He wore simple things; a black t-shirt with baggy black cargo pants. And his hair was like it always is, down in the back and covering most of the right side of his face, almost as if he had no idea what to do with it. But on him, it just all came together and looked down right amazing. And the fact that he didn't have his mask on made me feel as if he was just some hot Goth guy that I was going to hang with, not a peer mediator project.
He walked down the stairs to where I was and slid on his boots.
"Are you ready?" He asked me quietly. I don't even think he has the ability to speak any louder. Like if his voice was on a scale of 1-10, I don't think he can't physically get any louder than a 4. But...it kinda works for him, gives him that mysterious vibe.
"huh, oh yea, lets get going." We headed out the door to head to our destination, which he surprisingly hasn't asked about yet.
"It's cute that he trusts me enough to lead him to a place that he knows nothing about" I giggled softly to myself as he looked over at me, confused as always.
We both walked side by side on the sidewalk in a somewhat comfortable silence, nobody is really out at this time day, most people are in school or at work. But I didn't really care, the only thing that I realized at this moment was the fact that Nakama was taller than me. After the days I spent with him, it really shocked me that I didn't realize that from the beginning. I guess I can be pretty slow at times. I mean he wasn't that much taller then me, maybe a few inches, but enough that when I look over at him I'm looking a bit over his chin.
"wow...have i always been this short..." I always thought that 5'7 was pretty tall.
I was going to start a small conversation when I heard someone calling from behind me.
"Mightyyyy! Over here!" I turned to find my old blue haired friend Sonic running over to me, dragging some pink haired chick along with him. Sonic was a handsome guy, being a year older than me (i don't know if that's true or not) he stood a good few inches over me with long spiky blue hair and jade green eyes. He was also on the track and cross country team, he was defiantly the perfect mix of talent and popularity. Though the girl next to him scared me a little. She was a bit shorter than me with shoulder length pink hair and wide eyes with small green pupils, a strange toothy grin and a revealing red and white dress.
"I see that you're in the peer mediator program as well, I didn't know that, I should have seen you there!" Sonic said with a glance over to Nakama.
"Yea i am," I smiled and dragged Nakama a bit closer to me. "This is Nakama, who's the young lady next to you?"
Sonic scoffed and dragged the girl closer to me. "This is Amy, I didn't chose her, I got stuck with her."
Amy gave me a wide smile and a exaggerated wave as if I was miles away, then went into a strange twitching fit that Sonic seemed to ignore.
"Did you chose your guy?"
"Yea, I got lucky cause he wasn't on the assignment list, I had to pull a few strings." I smiled at Sonic's annoyed expression as Amy began to foam a bit.
"Well you're a lucky guy, and I would love to stop and chat but I had better get her home before she hurts herself...or me." Sonic ran off dragging the spastic girl along with him. "Nice to meet you Nakama, see you later Mighty!"
I smiled and waved to Sonic as he hurried off, then we continued on our merry way.
A few moments of silence passed between us.
"A friend of yours?" Nakama asked, glancing at me slightly.
"Sonic...yea, we've known each other since kindergarten days."
"hmm..."
"Do you have any old friends?"
"wha?"
"You know, friends. I mean, you couldn't have been born in the asylum, where did you grow up anyways? I barely know anything about you come to think of it."
"...is that a bad thing?" Nakama muttered as he looked forward again.
"Well I guess I would like to know more about you, if it would make you feel any better, when you share something about yourself, I'll say something similar about myself, okay?"
"...alright, i guess."
"Great!" We stopped at a Starbucks nearby, it is my favorite place to go after all. So we order to smoothies and sat at the table closest to the window. The privacy of this place was perfect considering the fact that we were the only one's there.
I took a sip of my drink and decided to begin the conversation. (Just making this clear, I'm going to be altering some of Mighty's info)
"So I'll go first, I was born August 28th on a small island called Angel Island, it's right near Hawaii, that's where my mother is from. My father is from the outskirts of Tokyo, though my skin completion is more from my mother's side of the family, nobody knows where I got my red hair from. We moved here when I was 7 and I began attending the Kokyo (Sorry I realized that I changed the name of their school a few times) all boys boarding school when I was 11. It runs from middle school through the end of high school, so I basically live here, epically after my parents died." After I was done speaking, I looked over to Nakama, as a sign for him to begin talking. He looked hesitant, but he began slowly.
"I'm…from a city called Birmingham, it's in England. And I was born October 30th"
Well that caught me off guard, I never knew that Nakama was English. I guess if you listen closely to his voice, you can kinda pick up on the accent.
"If you're from England, why do you live in Tokyo now? And not to be rude, but your name doesn't sound very...England-ish"
"That's true, my sister-in-law is Japanese, she lives in Kyoto, I lived with her and she kind of renamed me."
"Why? What was your original name?" I didn't know if I was asking too much, but as long as he'd keep talking, I'd keep asking.
"My real name is...Carlyle..." He muttered the last part so quietly that I barely didn't hear it. But I did.
"...Carlyle?" I tried really REALLY hard not to crack up laughing, thankfully I passed it off as a cough.
"...yea, i don't know why they named me that. My mother said it was because her name was August and my Father's name was Chancellor, they couldn't agree on a name for me, so they mixed their names together and added a few more letters. It was either that or Augustine..."
"Wow...and I thought that the name 'Mighty' was bad...uhh...not that your name is bad or anything, I actually like the name Carlyle. It's like that guy from Twilight!"
And then I saw the one thing that I thought I would never see from Nakama, he...smiled, not just that but he laughed as well! Not a huge hearty laugh, but a nice little chuckle, more than enough to put a smile on my face.
"So...why did you move from England, and why did you change you name?"
Nakama refocused his eyes on his strawberry smoothie before he continued.
"Well...my parents sent me to live with my brother and his wife in Kyoto after...an incident in my home town."
I could sense that he was feeling a bit uncomfortable, but I couldn't stop now, I was so close to unraveling him.
"What incident? What made you leave Birmingham?"
He took a deep breath.
"Well...when I was younger, around 6 I think, I began to get...sick." He looked up at me when he continued. "I began hearing voices...voices that told me to do bad things, voices that would keep me up all night. I was too frightened to do anything and the voices told me not to tell anyone about them, they said that they were my friends. So I didn't tell anyone, until when I was about 10, and I began to act on what they told me to do."
He stopped talking and looked at his half empty smoothie cup.
"Hmm, so what happened, you can tell me." I tried to give him a warm comforting smile, I can only imagine how hard this is for him. Peer mediator or not, I really just want him to confide in me, to trust me.
"...i don't know if you really want to know."
"Why not?"
"You really won't like me anymore of I tell you..."
He reminded me so much of myself, just wanting to be liked and accepted. Because past the scars and silence, he's just a regular teenager.
"Nakama, of coarse I will, you don't have to ever worry about that, I wouldn't have done what I did earlier if I didn't really like you, remember."
He blushed slightly at the reminder of our little bath time activity, then finished off his drink before continuing.
"If you're sure you want to know...I'll tell you. There was a girl in my neighborhood, her name was Yolie. She was a few years older then me but pretty weak, she had long purple hair and brown eyes with these huge glasses, and would always wear this goofy orange helmet, tan vest, lavender turtle neck, red puffy pants and army boots."
"Wow, sounds like you remember her pretty well."
"I don't like remembering her, but her image from that day on has been pretty burned in my mind."
I stayed quiet, not sure what to say, thankfully, he continued.
"I remember watching her from my window, her and her friends would always go bike riding in the street out side my house. Though the voices would always talk about her, they always told me to keep my eye on her. I even went to talk to her a few times, but she'd always push me away and call me weird. I didn't mind though, I didn't like talking to her, in fact, I couldn't stand her. But there was this one day, the day before Halloween, that the voices told me to follow her home. Her parents worked late so she would always let herself in her house using the rainbow colored house key that she kept in he wallet."
He stirred the straw around the empty cup as the waitress came and dropped off another one for us.
"go ahead, you can continue." I tried to usher him on.
"I had taken her house key earlier that day when she sat her wallet down to finish bike riding, simply unlocking the door then returning it before her or her friends noticed. Then I ran and sat in her house like the voices told me to. I sat there on her bed for hours waiting until she came home. The voices kept telling me that they were hungry, and she was the only thing that could satisfy their hunger. They needed blood, pure, innocent blood, and they were screaming in my head for it. So loud that I couldn't even hear myself think, so I gave in, praying that they would leave me alone if I didn't what they said. A bit later, I heard the door crack and she carelessly came inside and tossed that dumb helmet on the floor and came running up the stairs. Needless to say, she screamed when she saw me, she screamed and threw things and threatened to call the police if I didn't leave her house immediately. So I stood and was about to leave, but that's when the voices came back, they screamed and yelled at me, telling me to kill her. So I…"
I noticed that his hand began to shake, clutching on to his cup, nearly breaking it.
"…you killed her?"
He cringed as he lowered his head.
"…no, I…I ripped her apart, with power I didn't even know I had. There…was so much blood, and I ate and ate…to feed the voices, and they were silenced. But when they went away, and I took a look at my…work., I felt sick, so sick."
I stayed silent, I didn't want to say anything that would upset him. But I felt my heart drop when I saw a few stray tears fall from his hair covered eyes. Though he continued to talk.
"There…there was blood everywhere. All over her, me, the walls, everywhere. And her body…I couldn't even tell if it was the same girl. Her face, neck, everything was completely destroyed, and I had the worst, most disgusting, but delicious taste in my mouth, and I only wanted more. Then her parents came home, and the voices came back full force, making me scream in pain. Her parents ran upstairs and nearly fainted at the sight of their mutilated daughter, then turned and screamed at the sight of me kneeling in their daughter's blood, parts of her dripping from my mouth. The voices…the voices told me that I knew what I needed to do, so I did, and I fed their hunger again."
Her didn't dare to look up at me, but surprisingly, I wasn't at all mad at him.
"Oh Nakama, I'm so sorry."
He whipped his head up at me, his eyes rimmed with unshed tears.
"Sorry, I'm a monster, how could you feel sorry for me!"
That's the first time he ever raised his voice past a level 4, that was probably a level 8 or 9, but still pretty quiet for yelling standards.
"Because Nakama, you aren't a monster, you just didn't know what to do, you're just different and didn't get the help you needed," I reassured him.
He looked me with a confused look, by the looks of it, he looked like he was gonna start crying again.
"But you didn't answer my question all the way, how did you get to Tokyo?" I decided to change the topic a bit.
"M-my parents found out, though because the police were looking for the murderer, they didn't know if they could get me help without the police being too involved. They said that I was too much trouble, and that they couldn't deal with it, so they sent me away without telling my brother about what had happened. Though when he found out, he said that I wasn't stable enough to be around his family, so he put me in the asylum, and changed my name. I've been there ever since…"
I nodded my head in understanding. I laid my hands on his and smiled up at him.
"Thank you Nakama for opening up to me, I'm glad that you told me all of that instead of holding it in, don't you feel better now?"
"…no"
I couldn't help but laugh a little as I looked at my yellow watch which was blinking 12:10pm.
"Wow, we've been here just talking for about 2 hours, we haven't even gotten to where I was going to take you!"
"Where are we going?"
I gave him a playful wink.
"I can't tell you yet, duh, it's a surprise."
Nakama rolled his eyes and propped his elbows up on the table.
"Well, what if I don't want to go anywhere…"
I laughed and leaned over the table, grabbing his face gently before connecting my lips with his in a sweet kiss. We ignore all the fan girl squeals from the Starbucks workers when we broke apart.
"I don't think you really have a say in it…Carlyle" I snickered at his old name as I quickly sat up from chair, and began running from the deadly glare that Nakama was shooting at me.
Though I quickened my pace as I found that he actually was chasing me, and damn he's fast!
TBC
Next chappie we'll peek in on Nakama and Mighty's big day out! Hope you enjoyed the flash back in Nakama's past. And yes, the girl Yolie was taken from Digimon season 2, yes…I hate her R AND R PLEASE!
