An Angel's Wish

{ 1 ~ Continued }

~ Alistair's POV ~

Why am I so mad about it? why can't I tell her without doubting....is she human? Now that I think about...she hasn't aged since I've met her.

"Alistair, quit spitting nonsense!"
She sharply says, almost startling me. Her perfectly arched eyebrow furrowing and I can't help but reach over and press it down. She quickly slaps my hand away and cleans her face.

"Stop that! You're all bloody! Hold still."
Mira squints and I look away. She looks so bothered and disgusted. I close my eyes and look down at her.

"Mira.....is it true? You're.....you're human aren't you? They're just-"
She rips a piece of cloth with her teeth and looks up, her face all scrunched up before the thin lines disappear. She blinks around and sighs, wrapping the cloth around my waist, making me lean forward.

"Why? Do you believe them?"
Her words hit me like a slap, accusing me. Because when she spoke it was gentle. Not the usual sharp, sarcastic tone she spoke with. But a soft whispery tone. As if she was a mother soothing her child after scolding him for doing wrong.

"Well I choose not to but...."
She looks up at me with those perfect chocolate eyes and I feel my ears heat up. She stands up and hands me a shirt while placing a hand on her hip. Her other hand following. I try not to stare at her tiny, curvy waist for long without her saying anything.

"But?"
I look up and notice her hair isn't in it's usual tight position but a loose low bun with rebel baby hairs wanting to escape. Her lips curved down while frowning. Her face flushed at the sudden scene.

"But are you truly human? I've realized that you haven't aged a bit! Either some good genes or....?"
I put the shirt on and manage to stand up, looking down at the young woman who once towered over me. Her usual serious and cold glare returns, eyeing me down, making me feel small yet again.

"Are you serious right now Alistair? You ask that now? If it truly bothers you, I'll start with this. You must know this first  before I tell you all of it."
Her small pause is short yet long. Mira bites her lip as if trying to not spare a secret. She then sighs.

"Have you heard of the Akira Guardian?"
Her hands fall to her sides as her skirt glides around with her movement. I'm confused and surprised at the random sudden change in topic. She's actually going to tell me...? I sit back down almost falling. My hand slides slowly over the cloth.

"I've heard of the Akira clan. When I was little, my mum would speak high of them."
I hear her beautiful chuckle of a giggle. As she puts the things I bought in their place. She removes her waist apron and hangs it before walking to me and sitting in the chair across.

"I'm from the Akira clan. Mira Akira. The name is well.....famous or infamous, you choose. But we were known for our warriors. We were also known for being a small yet strong clan. Not many come from it."
Her voice hinders, emphasizing and dying with every sentence. Mira Akira....mum said she was the strongest of the clan....

"So you have the name of the strongest of the clan....?"
She looks at me in surprise, as if not many knew that. As if she was offended. I watched as she gathered her words and formed them into sentences. Her hardworking yet soft hands moving around, distracting me. I nod as she explains and gives the tale of her clan almost as if she-

"You're the last of the clan aren't you?"
My sudden words startle her and even me. She blinks at me for a moment before sighing and leaning her head forward, staring down. I've upset her now....She looks up, staring at the doorway of my room and I blink following her eyes finding nothing.

"I'm not exactly human Alya..."
It was barely whisper but I heard it. I wasn't as surprised but my face was. I get up and slam my hand on the table. Now that truly startled her, enough to make her reach to her side but not close enough. I quickly back up and stammer. She slowly gets up and frowns. She doesn't try to come closer as she sees my sudden reaction. I look at the floor as it begins to blur. Why am I crying? Why do I feel like-like.....wait who's Alya? I don't bother asking as I find my way into my room and shut the door. I hear silence then Mira's heel boots click out the door and I try not to exhaust myself with the mysteries and discoveries of today. I lay my head down and wipe my face. It's not serious anyways. It's all just a dream....a lie.

*Author's Note; Hello! Most of my work is unedited. I simply ask my close friends to read and give feedback & change what I think needs to be changed. I would also appreciate if readers here could also give me feedback! And I do apologize if the story's not perfect! Thank you for reading, I appreciate it!!!*