We Who Are Jaded

Chapter One

"I told you not to come." The thought collided in condemnation within the walls of his mind, crisscrossing with strained speculation and weaving in and out of fearful question. This was the curious mind of Indigo and I sat disgruntled within it.

"As if I had a choice" I retorted, making myself as comfortable as one could in the mind of another. Kieran's scoff rumbled like thunder through the entirety of his tensed body and I could feel him rolling those peculiar indigo eyes. Still, his good spirits were welcome as they brought warmth to his customarily cold self.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," Kieran murmured with the phrase I had become all too familiar with.

In truth, this particular couple activity of saving and surrendering souls was one Kieran would have preferred to carry out unaccompanied. However, a little like our courtship, soul searching was something we found ourselves consumed by completely by accident.

On this occasion, Kieran was trudging through a muddy gutter in some region of Northern Germany. Anyone might have envied his obligation to frequently navigate the world but they were the lucky ones; they did not know the price of such freedoms.

Kieran was the beginning and end, embodied in a strong, fast, invisible, indigo eyed creature. The occupation of judging the suicidal was one you would have expected to age a man but not Kieran. No, the indigo eyed boy was unchanging.

Beyond my reach was a memory of the indigo eyed boy saving my own life and the reasons he had had to. Try as I might, there was no recalling what drove me to want for death. But the consequences of that forgotten action had caused my world to become tainted by Indigo and I was left asking myself what Christine Evans wanted now.

"So what were you doing this time Evans? The last time this happened you woke up in your dinner if I remember rightly." Kieran shrugged further into his jacket and smirked. "I don't think I've seen a woman more... animated than your mother was when she told me." I cringed. I wasn't going to live that face full of mince down. To my credit, my mum's mince was one of the more edible things I could have fallen asleep in.

It was unfortunately the case that when thinking about Kieran hard enough, I could stow away in his mind and join him wherever his duties may have taken him. Being in a relationship with him, it wasn't surprising this occurrence happened more often than not.

With Kieran I could go to the ends of the earth and back again. At first it worried my mother and my step-father - my spontaneous sleeping patterns - but after a thorough medical examination from my doctor there was no need to blame anything but teenage melodramatics and insomnia. Unsurprisingly, this conclusion had been my mother's prognosis in the first place.

"If you must know, I was in bed," I replied, desperate for the blush that would have been apparent on my face not to be betrayed in our telepathic state. Kieran chuckled darkly, distracting me from all sense entirely.

"Thank you for the visual," he said. "Though you should be careful, my imaginations running wild and I wouldn't want to defile your innocence." I would have given him a warning glare but under the current circumstances it took all of my willpower not to delve into his mind further and question his theory. Though sense told me my relationship with Kieran was wrong there was a primal instinct that was insistent it was all so right. The intense opposition warring within was oh so delicious and I loved the taste of it.

"You, Indigo Boy, are a raging pervert." There was nothing more to be said, not when his mischievous thoughts were so clear before me in his unguarded mind. Though the context of our banter was questionable, what was a suicide mission without a little harmless flirtation?