Of Love and Death.

The Present Chapter Seven: Ghost of the Past Pt. 1

Umm, possession, guilt, and Zac X AzureEye. Sorry, sorry, Aster Guy. Mentions death and violence and someone mentions someone could be killed by a third someone. 

     "You feel fine, right?" Valt asked, a sort of anxious concern edgeing his voice. He was pretty sure it wasn't that he was actually worried for Shu. What it likely was was that Valt had gotten used to hanging around his friend again. Now he didn't want to leave.

     "I'm gonna be fine," Shu said, smiling reassuringly. His eyes glinted in the sunlight of the airplane drop off. "It's been two weeks. I haven't burst into flames yet. I don't think I'm going to."

     Valt sighed. I know, he spoke to his friend without words. To Shu's credit, he'd only flinched the very first time Valt had communicated this way. Thankfully, too. Valt didn't really want to have to speak normally most of the time. Sometimes it just felt like his tongue was glued to the top of his mouth, and that it would take as much effort to move a mountain as to open his jaw to speak. So it had been quite a relief to find out he was telepathic. 

     "But you don't want to leave?" Shu asked. There was a teasing glint to the blader's voice, hiding something. Valt suspected it was that Shu didn't really want him to go either. Valt shook his head in agreement with Shu's words as he pouted a bit. 

     Suddenly, there was a loud blaring noise that pricked Valt's ears with its volume. He turned to look at the black car that had honked. Turns out it was parked behind Shu's own. "GET ON WITH IT!" Someone shouted, just like they did in that comedy movie he'd watched once. 

     I suppose we're holding up the line? Valt inquired. More of a rhetorical question than anything.

    Shu pressed his eyebrows together. "Yeah," he said sadly. Then, he did something that surprised Valt. Shu reached out, tentatively, and rested his hand in Valt's own blue hair. Valt celebrated a bit. Shu might have been feeling better about all of the fire stuff, but he'd still be a bit hesitant to touch anything living. The white-haired guy was going to be alright. "But it's probably for the best. The Nationals are starting up soon and we can't have a member of our rival team spying on us." The words were said in such a way so that it was clear Shu didn't really mean anything he was saying. Besides, Valt didn't hear the words. He was preoccupied with the light weight of his friend's hand in his hair.

    Um, yeah? Valt replied, taking an educated guess that his friend had asked a question. Hopefully it was a yes or no one. He was terrified for a moment when Shu raised an eyebrow. 

     "The car?" Shu asked.

      Oh, right, Valt said, relieved he hadn't missed anything his friend said. I'm supposed to be going.

     With a bit of melancholy, Valt took a step back from Shu, separating any touch the two were sharing. Then, forcing himself to appear not quite as sad as he was, he turned and bounced away into the sliding doors of the airport.

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     Valt sighed and stretched out his arms. Transatlantic flights were no joke. Especially when you took an overnight flight and couldn't sleep at all. That had been a fun conversation with Shu though. Valt wasn't forgetting the look on his friend's face when he told the guy he was taking a red eye back to Spain. Perfectly priceless.

     Valt took a look around the airport from where he was standing just outside a bathroom. It was fairly crowded, although not as bad as it could be. It was a Wednesday, after all. There were three guys in suits looking at a map next to a Starbucks. In front of one of the windows, two siblings watched the planes land. Next to a gate with an incoming plane was the entirety of BC Sol's top team.