Misora

Chapter 21

Misora sat beside Vincent. His chest, going up and down. His face was red, dropping sweats down to his neck. Misora grabs his towel, draining it and dipping it in cold water. Then placing it back on his forehead.

"I'm sorry Vincent," Misora says, and stares out the bright sun. She places her hand on top of his hand, letting out a sigh. "It wasn't your fault."

Vincent whimper, one of his eyelids were open. "Vincent," Misora smiles, she lunges at him with her arms wide open. She wraps them around Vincent neck, Vincent let out a hiss. Misora pulls away, apologizing. Vincent slowly reached out to Misora, she gently hugged him.

"I'll get you water," Misora places a kiss on his cheek. She pulls away, grabbing a cup of water. "Thank you." He gently puts his head back on the pillow, his hand holding his head. "I feel so dizzy, you know. When I pasted out, all I saw was flames. I couldn't open my eyes, or walk. I just laid there, watching the flames grow bigger and bigger."

Misora hands Vincent the cold water, "I thought I lost you, after that explosion." She says, sitting at the edge of the bed.

"It was my fault," He begins, "The explosion, no. You coming after me, yeah." Misora says, glaring at him. "It could've killed you, what if I was holding your lifeless body."

"But, I'm still here and I'm sorry, I thought you would get hurt and I thought that, if you died. We could've died together." He says, Misora sighs.

"Your always thinking of cute stuff, but did you forget that I have powers to protect myself? Do you even know who your talking to? Even if that explosion happened and you weren't there to push me, I would've survived but you. You on the other hand wouldn't survive." Misora says, crossing her arms.

"I didn't wanna lose you just how I lost my father. I didn't wanna loose another person that I love," He says, sitting up from his bed. "I'm sorry,"

Misora stares into his eyes, her lips going ear to ear. "Just never do that again," Vincent nods, they then leaned in, matching lips.

A door swung open, the two teenagers pulled away from each other. Vincent pulled away to quickly, smacking his head on the bed frame.

"I knew it," Kyouko says, Misora felt her blood rushing to her face. Vincent held the back of his head, staring directly down at his blanket. Beside Kyouko was Eric, he was laughing. He held his stomach, then held the door for support.

"Did, did you see.. the, the way they pulled away?" He cried out, covering his mouth. He laughed even more, Kyouko stared at her husband. Then Misora and Vincent.

"Enough, tell him now." She elbow his side, Eric flinched at the pain. He let out a cough, "R-right.."

He fixes his clothes, holding his side. "Vincent, your rocket is almost completely finish. Your going home next week," He smiles. Vincent bounces his head up from the blanket and looks at the parents.

"Thank you so much, I appreciate it." He smiles, Misora smiles as well. "Your clothes are inside the closet," Kyouko says, and then leaves. Eric waves goodbye before closing the door. Vincent slowly stood up, his feet touching the ground.

He holds on to Misora for support so he wouldn't fall. Misora and him walked over to the closet.

"Just a black button up shirt and black pants." She says, "Alright, undress!" She says, Vincent covers himself. "W-what?! No, you look away!" He says, Misora giggles. "I just wanna see the scar. You know, just to see how bad it is?"

Vincent turns the other way, taking off his shirt. There it was. There was a bunch of scratches, the burn marks had electricity shapes. It didn't cover most of Vincent back, only a few.

"Is it bad?" Vincent asked, Misora told him no. He looks at himself through a mirror.

"It looks pretty badass to me," Misora says, hugging him from the front. "You see this?" She says, pointing at his scar. "It looks like a clouds, and these are the lightning." She says, Vincent smiles. "I can see that, it looks cool."

Misora pulls away from the hug, but her arms were still holding his shoulders. Her eyes traveled down to his stomach, "Is that a little tummy I see?" She asked, Vincent pulls away, covering his stomach.

"Okay, stop! Stop!" He quickly puts on his new shirt. "It's cute," Misora laughs, "Just, look over there. I have to change!" Vincent said, pushing her to a wall. Misora could feel steam coming out of his ears.

"My mom feeds me a lot when I was younger, and my grandparents! Even if I was full, they still would feed me." Vincent cries out, embarrassed. "They're always like,

Vincent finally finished putting his clothes on, looking over at Misora. "Meaning I look thin and I should eat more." Misora looks at him, "Sounds like a cute family."

Vincent smiles, "You should meet them, they will love to see you."