Marionette and the Blue Demon (Rewritten)

Chapter 15 Hidden Scars Pt. 1

-Airmed-

I walked beside Dabi holding on to his pinky finger. It seemed like he didn't mind letting me grab it. Though I felt small in his presence. Not only was he about a foot taller than me, but just his whole arura also abound him seem to make me drown.

I was about to close my eyes and breathed in deep when I felt him stop which make me halt. I looked up at him.

"Da-" he looked down at me and had a small panic in his eyes before it was replaced with displeasure. With hooded eyes he grumbled, about something about this was gonna be a long walk.

I quickly looked down feeling guilty. I let go of his finger and took a step back from him. I looked down and pouted slightly when I felt him look down at me with those eyes of disappointment.

But he never said anything. I shoved my hands into the pockets of the black hoodie and walked beside him as he walked forward. It seemed like he knew where we were after a while.

Finally, we walked to a bus stop and he plopped on the metal bench. I stood there and looked down at him not sure what to say or do until he pulled me down on the cool seat.

"So when we get home you got a lot of explaining to do, Rei." His voice was low but smooth. I dropped my head like I was a child being scolded.

"Ye-yes, sir." When I said that I felt him gasp for a second and then cleared his throat.

"Look I am not your father nor-" he stopped and then I saw him run his fingers through his hair as there was a long sigh that came with it.

I knew he was looking for words but didn't know how to explain it. With him frozen with his hand in his hair, his head tilt back, and almost closed eyes I could see more than a burned man. To me, he looked almost like a god. Maybe one of war, or hell, but a god non the less.

"Look I know who you are...... McFarland." My heart stopped when I heard my name. I was frozen in fear, as the air was sucked right out of my lungs.

"I....I..." All I could push out was I, but nothing more.

"Airmed McFarland." His voice played the name like it was a perfect chello, low and smooth. But it vibrated shaking me to my inner core.

But it all hit me like a wave crashing into jagged rocks. Without saying anything my body ran. I wasn't sure why but my body did it on its own.

I could hear him shouting "Wait!" But I wasn't waiting. I kept running, already tasting blood from the little pockets in the lungs popping. My legs were burning, as I tried to push on.

"I SAID FUCKING WAIT!" those were the last words I heard before he crashed into me. I fell to the ground with his body on top of me. He rolled me onto my back I squirmed trying to get away from him.

"NO!" I scream.

He quickly grabbed my wrist and held me down. Those once numb cyan eyes were filled with pleading. "Stop fucking fighting me Airmed." The tone in his voice was breaking from the seductive honey that he usually laid on me. No this time it was more pleading, begging me to stop.

I stopped, frozen under his gaze, with him struggling his face was only a few inches from mine. The smell of cigarettes, lavender, and sage wafted up my nostrils.

The day that I bumped into him in America flashed in front of my eyes. The day he tried to save me once but instead, I tried to save him.

What brought me back was gone I felt my skin prickle under his fingertip. He was running it over old scars that I gained for healing Serena, when my stepmom slapped her, across her face.

I watched as his eyes followed them trying to make a map out of it. Slowly the cyan eyes moved over to under my chin and down my throat. The scare that I hope was hidden he saw.

The one where Michael broke one of my bones and it tore open my flesh like paper. His fingers glided over the long scar on my shoulder. His eyes never left it.

"He did this didn't he?" His voice was nothing more than a wisp among the breeze. I opened my mouth but quickly shut and closed my eyes and softly nodded.

I felt a quick heat under his hands. Everything grew warm quickly before I grew too hot. I let out a small whimper, and he realized that was burning under him.

He quickly let me go and hop off of me. He looked at his hands and then turned his back from me so I couldn't see his face.

I just lay there not understanding why he seemed so upset from my scars. No one cared that much about them before so why does he?

I slowly sat up and pulled my limbs into me. "Sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you." I looked up, his back was still facing me. His black hair played in the breeze gently, his white shirt was burned hear and there with holes. Black jeans that bearly hanged on his slinger frame.

"You didn't," I answered back. He turned his head to look at me over his shoulder. His cyan eyes became cold once more. He turned his head back when the sound of a moving vehicle approached.

"Come mouse. It's time to go." He shoved his hands into his pockets and he started walking back to the bus stop.

I looked down at my hands. Covered in the dirt I knew I needed to take another shower when I got home. But at the same time, I didn't want to wash away his sent from me. It calmed me, even though I was unsure why.

I quickly got up when I heard the brakes of the bus stopped. I started running to make sure I didn't miss it.

Dabi was already getting on when I ran up to it. Once again I was heaving to catch my breath. The driver looked at me and raised an eyebrow.

I walked up the stair and dropped some change into the coin collector before started walking into the alleyway. Dabi was in the back looking out the window.

I was about to sit beside him but instead, I sat across from him. I looked out the window and just zoned out. The thought of his fingers running over me, over my face and shoulder sent my skin into overdrive, and become covered in goosebumps.