• CHAPTER 124 - LONG TIME NO SEE

    It's one thing after another. But, sometimes, those events aren't always so dangerous, despite they usually are.

    For another forty-five minutes, I was lying on my side on the bed and glancing outside of the bedroom window at the pastel-colored canvas. Momo had been rolling all over the section of the bed near me, making his own field of fur. I continued to stroke him in apathy with Kai still on my mind; he wasn't going to die, I knew he wasn't going to. But the thought that he would want to die for the sake of the contract only boosted my paranoia.

    With my stomach moaning miserably, I finally climbed off of my bed and headed into the kitchen. The house was quiet...almost having an eerie aura to it. The presence of depression and worry was a heavy burden on my shoulders, worsening and increasing its weight, breath after breath, heartbeat after heartbeat. I wasn't in the mood to cook anything; ramen would be the only thing quick enough for me. After making the ramen--without the flavor package--I ate slowly and quietly, absorbing every moment of silence and every tick of the clock in the living room that would crack the silence.

    The silence was making me uncomfortable and I cleaned up my dishes, not even eating half of my food. I was much too worried to have any sort of appetite; in fact, any food I would think of wanted to make me sick. And every time I would swallow, my throat would sting and my stomach would ache from the multiple wounds and lacerations. Over fifty percent of my body was layered with bandages from either Mayura and Hitoshi or Minoru and Kaiba. I had never been in more danger than I was at the moment. There were too many creatures out to kill me for one reason or another.

    While in a daze, my feet took me outside the front door and I met up with a couple of unexpected guests. The Werewolf and the Succubus lovers lounging on my car. Surprisingly, I didn't show any fear or concern; I was only apathetic from worry and tiredness.

    "Oh, you're alive," Mayura peeked over at me while she was sprawled over the hood and windshield of my car. Hitoshi was standing next to her, leaning against the car.

    "Please get off my car," I sighed, sitting down on the front steps.

    "Where's your lover at? We can hardly smell him." Mayura frowned.

    I paused, "Running errands,"

    "And leaving you alone?" she snickered. "Not so wise."

    Mayura hopped off of my car and glided over to me, her snow hair glistening. She sat on the step next to me and propped her elbow on her knee, holing her chin up, "Looks as though you've gotten yourself into some trouble,"

    "Why aren't you trying to kill me?" I mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

    "Don't worry, your judgment day shall come; I only want Kai to see it."

    My heart flipped angrily and I clenched my fists to suppress my anger; Minoru and Kaiba said the same thing; that was pretty much the reason why they bound Kai under the contract. Mayura gripped my chin and lifted my jaw up to observe the bandages wrapped around my neck. She snickered in amusement and released my chin, eying my stomach; she probably could smell very subtle blood under the bandages.

    "Tell me; who did that to you?"

    I looked away, "That's none of your goddamn business,"

    "Was it Hisao?"

    I shook my head, "His right hand men,"

    Mayura threw her head back and laughed, "Oh dear that means the day is nearing, no?"

    "Screw off," I mumbled and buried my face in my arms.

    "Well, the way I see it, you'll die by either Hitoshi and I or those two," she giggled. "You just can't get anything your way, can you?"

    I peeked over at her from the corner of my eye and noticed the bandage on her temple from when I threw that rock at her. I would have loved to drive a knife through that same temple but I didn't have one on me and Hitoshi would slaughter me without remorse, hesitation, or another thought. A subtle growl crept out of Hitoshi's chest and I merely sighed; even thinking about doing that to Mayura set him off.

    "So, how is life going for my reincarnation?"

    A spark set off and I ran Mayura against the wall of the house by her neck, my anger building up gradually, "Don't call me that, don't ever call me that,"

    "I can stop calling you that but it's something you can't escape," she sneered. "Just like that contract."

    I slowly released my grip from her neck and I backed away until I was sitting against the wall. I glanced down, choking on fear and anger. I was hoping for a quiet night to myself for a short time but Mayura and Hitoshi just had to come and ruin it. If I was allowed to, I'd allow Mayura to kill me if any of this stress got any worse.

    "So where's the Vampire child?" Mayura casually leaned back and started picking her fingernails.

    I remained silent, keeping my arms cradled to my stomach and my shoulders hunched over. Hitoshi's irritable sigh was somewhat noticeable and Mayura sighed shortly after he did. Without further conversation, I stood up and opened up the front door.

    "Where do you think you're going?" Mayura interrogated.

    "Get away from my house," I mumbled.

    "Tell me where the girl is,"

    "Get away from my house!!" I exclaimed, throwing her a death glare. "Now!"

    I was horribly irritable and sensitive at the moment, what with the traumatic experience I just went through and the even worse experiences I would go through in the future. I was discombobulate; my mind was a big mess and I couldn't straighten it out. My mentality would have gone insane if I never had Kai to help me. But now that he was off on another life-threatening voyage, I was fragile again.

    Just as Mayura took one step towards me, Hitoshi gripped her by her bicep and pulled her away. Mayura hissed at me between her teeth and she climbed into Hitoshi's arms. He stepped onto the front lawn and took off in a full sprint. I slammed the front door shut and seated myself on the ground, sliding my back down the door. My hyperventilation started kicking in and I curled up in a ball, desperately wanting Kai.

    "Oh God, I'm losing myself..." I mumbled to myself. "I'm..."

    I silenced myself, breathing deeply to calm myself down. I didn't know what was what anymore; I could hardly tell up from down, side from side, black from white, life from death. I especially didn't know what was safety and what was danger. I slowly stood up and drug myself to the bedroom, halfway shutting the door behind me. Lying down on my stomach slowly, I released a groan of agony and loneliness.

    "Pull yourself together, girl; you're losing your sanity..." I mumbled to myself. My years of paranoia was finally starting to act up worse than ever, ever since Aya passed away. I truly didn't know what would honestly be the death of me; Vampires and Werewolves, my poor health, the contract, or my paranoia. The list grew larger every day.

    ~*~*~*~*~*~

    I must have fallen asleep while I was lying on the bed again because I never heard the front door when it opened and shut. I never heard the creak of the bedroom door opening, or Momo scurrying off of the bed. I did, however, somewhat feel the bed sink when somebody else climbed on, climbed on top of my backside.

    A whisper so gentle and delicate in my ear melted my fear away for a moment and a cold hand gripped my shoulder, "I'm home,"

    With my eyes still closed, my heart leaped and I groaned to show I heard him but wasn't quite awake. Very gently, his lips kissed my temple and nuzzled my neck for several slow minutes. He gripped my shoulder a little rougher and then released it, climbing off of me and throwing a fleece blanket over me. After another couple of minutes, he entered the bathroom, leaving me be on the bed, half asleep. My eyes pried open and I halfway sat up, wondering if it was a dream I was having.

    I could feel a small trickle coming from my shoulder, but, I couldn't feel any pain from it, so I couldn't have been hurt. Running my hand up my arm slowly and tiredly, I caught whatever was trickling down my arm and stopped my breathing at the sight; blood. And it wasn't mine.