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Chapter Twenty-Six
~ Maka ~
Sunlight seeped through the gap between the curtains, the brightness from the light burning at my closed eyelids and awakening me from my sleep.
I could still taste the pizza in my mouth as I pushed myself up from the bed, the sun continuing to blind me as I did so.
Using my hand, I held it up in front of me, placing it over the source of light that still remained beaming brightly between the two slightly closed curtains.
As I looked beside me, Kid was no where to be seen. His presence had vanished from the bed where he fell asleep beside me, the outline of his body still lingering as if his spirit had never left me to begin with.
My heart ached deeply as I scanned the room for his presence. But as my eyes were left wondering aimlessly, I couldn't help but fall back against the bed, in hope that he'd soon return for me.
Hair tangled itself at my shoulders, strands knotting together and twining against my chin as if they to wished to hold me against the bed, and refuse to let me escape its comforting hold.
I turned on my side to avoid the light, catching a slight whiff of Kid's scent as I rolled onto his side of the bed.
Pulling the covers up over my shoulders, I slowly buried myself within the warmth he had left behind, once again breathing in the smell of his shampoo that was stained against the bedding.
~ Death the Kid ~
My skateboard skidded against the concrete as I turned the corner. Feeling the air brush against my cheeks as I rolled through the alleyway, the morning sun gleaming down on my existence with every second that past me by.
I turned the corner again, watching as Maka's house fell into view, the trees surrounding displaying little of it as the wind blew, but enough to see the important aspects.
Quickly, I tilted back on my board. Skidding to a stop almost immediately as I saw the police cars parked outside.
Two policemen stood outside, slowly walking towards the front door, unaware of my presence from just ten feet away, and I didn't want them to acknowledge it, so I didn't dare approach them.
It wasn't safe to get her things, nor was it possible.
So I just breathed deeply, grabbed my skateboard from the floor, and darted back the way I came.
~ Maka ~
I was awoken once again, this time by the sound of a slamming door echoing throughout the house.
Footsteps followed shortly after, the creaking sound of feet pressing against the stairs growing louder and louder.
I could feel my heart racing, but I couldn't help but lay there silently. Burying my face into the pillow that still held the scent of Kid's hair, the smell of honey now lingering all around me and within me.
"You're still in bed?" Kid chuckled, leaning against the door frame.
I groaned, "its so comfortable..."
The bed titled as he sat against the mattress. The outline of where he once lay now morphing into the exact place he sat, as if his spirit had joined him, once again.
I closed my eyes again, feeling the darknesses urge to consume me into sleep. And with every darkened second that past, I was growing more and more willing to let that happen.
Kid nudged me, "it's half two you know?"
I opened one eye, "really?"
He nodded.
"Fine," I breathed heavily, "I'll get up."
I used my palms to push myself up, feeling my body want to collapse back against the mattress.
But as I felt Kid's heavenly touch grace the skin against my neck, I felt as if I were capable of everything and anything.
He watched every single movement I made before him, his eyes gleaming down on me, as if I were the source of light that shined back up at him, and made his eyes what they were in that moment.
Breathtakingly beautiful.
He stroked slowly at my messy hair. "Did you sleep okay?"
It was like the purity of the moment had stripped me of not only my breath, but also my words. So I nodded to him, because movement was the only thing I could handle.
"We have to find you something to wear," he chuckled, placing my hair behind my ear. "You know, for tonight."
I nodded once again, feeling my throat squeeze tighter with every second I sat there, watching him breathe, watching him live.
The touch of his hand sending goosebumps quivering up my spine. His skin staining mine with a beautiful amount of warmth, and a slight hint of possession.
He stood up in front of me, his hand reaching out to take mine, and pull me to the ground along with him.
I didn't hesitate to take hold of it, because I knew I'd follow him everywhere and anywhere, like he was my Peter and I was his Wendy.
"So, you have anything in mind?" He asked, pulling me to his wardrobe.
I shrugged, "jeans and t-shirt?"
He raised an eyebrow and stared. A look that watched me as if I were something he had never seen before, something that existed beyond his beliefs and something that caused him slight disgust.
The look made me nervous, and caused me to fidget in his presence. Scratching at the hand that was locked with his, as if I was trying to prevent myself from contaminating him with everything I was.
"You've really never been to a party before, have you?" He chuckled.
Nervously, I shook my head, "no..."
He smiled that beautiful smile – once again.
"We'll find you something, don't worry."