Chapter Thirty-Nine

~ Death the Kid ~

The sun seeped through my bedroom curtains, shimmering against the posters that consumed the walls around me and blinding at my closed eyes whilst I lay there, trying to avoid moving from my bed.

My arm slowly reached up beneath my pillow, feeling the frost that lingered there throughout the night tickle at my wrist as well as my fingertips, and I could only feel nothing other than comfort once graced with that particular cold sensation.

Without opening my eyes, I knew that the morning was perfect. I could feel the sunshine's heat kiss my skin with every second that I lay there, and I knew that it was kissing hers also.

Feeling partially jealous, I pulled my spare arm out from beneath the duvet and slowly reached over to the side of the bed in which she lay asleep.

But as I felt nothing other than the empty sheets ruffle against my palm, I forced myself to open my eyes quickly and watch terrifyingly as Maka's presence was missing from beside me.

I threw my sheets from off top of me, letting them topple to my bedroom floor, the force thrown behind it causing some of my posters to flap drastically in the sudden wind.

Quickly, I pulled down my ruffled up tank top, almost brushing down my boxers due to my eagerness to step outside my bedroom door.

"Maka?" I called, stepping out onto the landing.

When no voice replied I began to panic, feeling a sense of genuine fear begin to boil in the pit of my stomach.

I tightly gripped hold of the stair rail, darting down the stairs as fast as my legs would carry me, jumping the last few steps altogether as if time was of the essence.

Standing there in the deserted living room, my fear intensified, quickly turning my head from left to right over and over as if I had to check every ounce – let alone corner – of the room.

I turned round and burst through the doorway of the kitchen, hoping to see her standing there with a box of cereal and that innocent but yet slightly concerned look on her face as if she truly believe she had done something wrong.

But as I once again found myself standing isolated in another deserted room, I could only stressfully grip at the torn strands of hair that rested lifelessly against my hairline.

Then I heard it.

That dripping sound.

That dripping sound – that haunted every inch of my memory.

Running back out of the kitchen and gripping hold of the stair rail once again, I chased my shadow up the stairs as fast as I could, taking two steps at a time, in order to reach the landing faster.

Reaching the top I saw that damp patch of carpet seeping out from beneath the bathroom door and growing darker as if it were reflecting that of my fear in that exact moment.

"Maka!" I shouted, racing for the bathroom door.

But as I gripped the handle tightly in both my hands, it wouldn't unlock the door, let alone turn at all.

I threw my palm against the wood, "hey!"

This couldn't be happening again.

I wanted anything other than for it to happen again.

One after another I slammed my fists harder into the door, feeling the wounds that rested against my knuckles split open once again.

"Open up!"

Then, before I could slam my knuckles into the door one final time, the sound of the door unlocking, echoed from the other side.

My heart froze entirely, but as I desired for everything around me to fall quickly into slow motion, water still continued to seep into the carpet that rested beneath my bare feet.

I held my trembling fingertips against the cold wood, pressing ever so slightly against it, and causing the door to slowly push itself open, sweeping away some of the water that continued to rush out from the inside.

She lay there – motionless, breathless – in the bathtub.

My blood covered white shirt was what clenched tightly to her drenched skin, the top three buttons ripped away from her chest, forcing that of her bra as well as her bare skin to be displayed, and to be grabbed by the waters current.

Black*star sat beside her, his fingertips sitting gruesomely above her bra-strap, as if he were waiting for the devilishly perfect moment, to slide it from her shoulder.

Slowly the blue haired boy turned to face me, his dark and sinister eyes staring directly towards me, whilst he smiled his most patronising, most evil smile.

His fingers pushed at her bra-strap, removing it slowly from her shoulder, and revealing her pure, innocent body to him.

"Hey, Kid..." he whispered.

I tried my hardest not to look towards him.

"Doesn't she taste good?"

~o~0~o~

I threw myself upright in my bed, immediately getting blinded by the sunlight streaming in from the window beside me, trying to burn my existence from the terrifying dream that just haunted my every sleeping moment.

Quickly I turned to the space beside me, suddenly realising that Maka still wasn't resting beautifully beside me.

I didn't hesitate before throwing the duvet from the bed and onto the floor, quickly jumping to my bedroom doorway and not bothering to pull my top down, leaving my stomach on display to the world around me.

I ran as fast as could across the landing, gripping on tightly to the bathroom door handle and immediately throwing it open.

Maka shrieked, struggling to quickly throw her arms around her bare chest as she turned round to face me from the bathtub.

"Kid," she screamed. "What the hell?"

"Sorry!" I exclaimed, turning round to face the empty doorway.

Before anything else could be said I swiftly stepped outside, pulling the door to a close behind me, but leaving my hand on the cold handle for a while longer.

I gripped a fist full of my hair, exhaling deeply and tilting my head to face the bone dry carpet that sat still beneath my bare feet.

My heart raced hard inside my chest, as if my veins desired to twine themselves within my ribcage, and act as a barrier so that my chest couldn't explode within this moment.

Black*star's eyes worked there way back into my mind, along with that god awful smile of his, and the thought of him touching her helpless, lifeless body.

"Kid, doesn't she taste good?"

I twisted the door handle beneath my grasp, gritting my teeth at the same time, and feeling my heart thunder inside my body once again.

The door pushed open from beneath my hand, creaking slowly as I turned back round to face the steamed up bathroom.

"Kid?" the green eyed girl questioned. "What are you doing?"

I stayed silent from her question, but proceeded to walk towards her wet, innocent body.

The ground creaked as I stood still beside her, her precious green eyes staring up towards me with the few seconds I stood there motionless.

I quickly wrapped my arms around her tiny naked waist, pulling her from the tub and feeling the tears of water leave her body then splatter against my bare skin as I pulled her close to me.

Gravity pulled us both to the now water covered ground, feeling her breasts push harder against my chest as she landed on top of me.

"Kid-"

Before she could mutter the last breath of my name, my lips were already smacked onto hers. Her chapped lips scratching at my own with every second I felt her push her mouth harder onto mine.

My fingers were already running through her damp hair, and clawing at her bare back, due to how I wanted to hold her closer, kiss her harder.

I felt her nails at my biceps, her right arm reaching under my left in order to grip tightly at my shoulder, whilst her hand on her other trailed of down my arm in order to lace her fingers with my own.

I rolled her onto her back, pressing her delicate body against icy tiles of the bathroom floor whilst I wrapped her legs around my waist.

Her neck felt soft beneath my lips, and her body felt right beneath mine, like everything within this moment was supposed to exist – just like her.

She giggled, "I love you, Kid."

I pulled away from her neck, placing my face directly above hers, so that I could feel the tip of her beautiful nose press against my own.

I smiled widely, "I love you too."

Then once again, I locked my mouth with hers.