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Myka raised her brow and opened her eyes, slightly confused. She sat up, faintly wondering what had just happened. Myka had never been that slow to register thoughts before, and that was downright weird. She shot to her feet, still slightly confused and started after Sho. Wait, he liked her? Her feet carried her toward him, taking on a mind of their own. Hold up, he liked her? 'God Myka! If you were any slower, you'd be a snail.' she thought. It didn't make sense. Sho showed no signs of liking her earlier, and she was almost sure he didn't like her at all.

Myka shook her head, not in disbeleif but in slight anger. She grabbed at Sho's wrist and caught it, hoping that he'd stop walking., "No. I won't foget it. Can you just cool it and listen to someone else besides the voices in your head? Did it ever occour to you that to someone who only knows you as someone who acts nonchalant and unaffected half the time could be surprised at the fact that you like them?" she replied, her voice as heated as Sho's. Her hazel eyes blazed with something like anger, but there was a little bit more to them. She dropped Sho's wrist and stepped back. "If you just stopped playing God and quit having that damn monopoly on life..." Myka's voice trailed off into a broken nothing. Her breath came out shuddery and ragged. Myka raised her hands and shook her head. "But fine. Whatever." she said, her voice coming out soft, but still mad. Myka turned around and started walking back towards her stuff. She picked up her shoes and jacket before jumping gracefully across the creek and she just started walking.

Myka stopped simply and just stood there. She was horribly close to Sho. She could almost feel his breath on her face. Her heart was beating in her ears, the adrenaline pumping through her veins slowed. Her eyes stung at the corners and her throat felt dry. She wasn't going to...cry, was she? She almost wanted to smirk. She, the girl who had cheated death three times, was almost ready to start crying. When was the last time Myka had cried in the first place? Not when she broke her arm in first grade or when she got beat up by a ninth grader when she was twelve. Nope. She hadn't even cried as an infant. Or rather, she'd just let out a series of grunts to tell her mother that something was amiss. "What is there left to say?" she asked, her teeth almost gritted. She wanted to beleive that there was something she could say or do, but there obviously wasn't. Their flaring personalities were all to similar. It was like fighting fire with fire, you keep risking a burn. And Myka could tell that both she and Sho were burnt.

Myka gave a curt nod before turning around as she started walking. There really was more to say, but the two of them were both too afraid to say what was left. They were afraid to give their words wings and to let what was inevitable happen sooner. They had been afraid. Fear was an emotion Myka was not familiar of and she didn't like it one bit. A tear silently slid down her cheek and down onto the grass. When Myka had realized exactly what function her body had produced, she stopped in her tracks. She put a hand that was anything but steady up to her face and wiped her eye with her thumb. She moved her hand back to gaze upon what had fallen from her face. 'No. No. NoNoNoNoNo!' she cried out in her mind. Myka viciously tore at her eyes with her hands before she broke out in a run towards the woods where she'd hopefully be alone.

She sat on a rock by the creek, having been sure to be far away from everyone else. She had her feet dipped in the creek and her socks and shoes beside her as she thought about... everything.

(Feeling evil ;p. And sorry, short post. There wasn't much else to say...)

"Is that what you'll be teaching Ayame tomorrow?" Sho asked in a low voice, leaning casually, and shirtlessly against a tree.

(Ooh, angsty. I feel like this should be a scene in some re-vamped Twilight or something ;p)

Sho smiled ruefully, and shook his head. "No." He said, walking forwards. "I can't fight like that. I fight with a sword, a katana." His smile turned into a smirk. "Nice shirt. It's very...all-natural." Silence followed and Sho looked up at the stars. "So here's an atheist-styled question for you." He said abruptly, not looking at Myka. "Do you really think the Gods exist? Or do you think it's all just a lie?" He didn't wait for her answer. "I think we're being lied to. If the Gods really did exist, things wouldn't be like this. I don't believe we're half-Gods. I think we're just humans. Fully and truly humans." He met Myka's eyes. "After all you've been through, can you really believe the Gods exist? They don't give a d@mn about us." He closed his eyes and smiled bitterly. "Sorry, I don't mean to take all my anger out on you. I came out here to talk, not rant."

"I'm an atheist-styled person." Sho said bitterly, then raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean, 'if we ever get claimed'? In case you haven't noticed, a lot of us don't get claimed. What if we are just humans who are different? What then? What if this is all just 'magic', or something caused by toxic waste or something like that?" Sho shook his head, the wind playing with his long hair. "Look, that's never even why I came out here." His smile became slightly less bitter and slightly more curious. "The real reason I came out here is to ask you why me? Why'd you put that make-up on me, and make Ayame smile? What was in it for you, other than the satisfaction of seeing me look like an idiot." Sho paused, and thought for a minute. "However, judging from you, that's probably enough of a reason right there isn't it?" He asked her with a crooked smile.