Three wishes and a fairy godmother

Chapter twelve

At some point they had appeared once again at the clearing. One foot on the pavement, the next on carpet grass. Exhausted,sleep deprived,hurt and confused, Chika sluggishly trudged to the base of the tree and slumped there. He propped his knees up, raised his elbows to his knees and dropped his head in between his upper arms.

Unable to bear the silence any longer, he snuck a peek at Kyle who sat cross legged watching Chika with an unnerving amount of calm on his face. He shifted uncomfortably, and lowered his eyes once more. The reprimanding look he expected wasn't there, but this was a lot worse. It was something akin to pity. What else is new?

He raised his head glancing around the field,avoiding Kyle's steady gaze. He hated how quiet his voice came out. "I don't need your pity."

"This is not pity,Chika."

He snapped,his eyes finding Kyle. "Then what is it? Obviously you have a lot to say."

Kyle sighed,flexing his shoulder muscles turn by turn before replying. "That depends really. Your mother-"

"I don't understand her." He nearly screamed. "I work as hard as I can to take care of her. If it weren't for me,only God knows what would have been of her. What more does she want?"

Chika had never seen Kyle this upset before and he winced before anything was said. Kyle's amethyst eyes were wide, glowing, his hands flailing around as if to say unbelievable. "Unbelievable! Chika. You haven't seen your mother in a week!"

"So?"

"What do you mean so? She is sick. The least you can do..."

Chika jumped to his feet,his fists curled by his side. His eyes shot dagger at Chika as he fired back caustically. "Don't tell me what to do. I am doing the best I can. I have been doing everything I can possibly do. She is just ungrateful and unhelpful."

"She has cancer!" Their chests were heaving at the same rhythm,their eyes locked. One filled with incredulity and judgement. The other stormy and defensive.

Kyle's head and chest were drumming a tattoo at this point. His chest tightened with each passing minute, he fought to keep his composure. He couldn't break down now. Not when he had a point to make. He broke the silence and winced at the break in his voice, trying desperately to his emotion in check. "I know that and it's not like I can change it. You don't expect me to stay at home all day taking of her just because she's sick. I have other things to do. You can't just stand there and judge me like that."

He scoffs, rolling his eyes and shaking his head. "Just listen to yourself. No, I mean really listen to yourself. You haven't been home in one week Chika and she's sick. You claim you have things to do. Does that include organizing a party? Is that more important?" He lowers his voice and looks at Kyle pleadingly. "You saw her there yourself. She barely looks like she's eating. She needs you. And I'm not judging you, it's just.."

"Oh you're not judging? What is this then? You are literally attacking me." He blurted out.

Looking utterly dumbfounded,he staggered as if hit and stuttered. "What...what...will you grow up for once!"

The atmosphere took a significant shift after that. Grow up. Those two words echoed round Chika's head leaving him livid. His jaw ticked,fists curling and uncurling. Voice calm but venomous. "I can see why you don't take me serious. You see me as just a child huh?"

Kyle gaped at him. He soon shook his head and with a resigned sigh,replied. "At this point, yes."

His jaw tightened as he glared heatedly at Kyle. "You have a lot of nerves for someone who causes pain."