The Last Burnish (Lio Fotia x Reader)

Chapter 4

Gaining his trust

It has been a week since you met Lio. Since you met the feared "pyromaniac" terrorist. But you had to be honest with yourself, even if you knew that he was a terrorist, you didn't feel...scared, or any other negative feeling. Which was surprising since he almost burnt the old Promepolis down. He wanted nothing but ashes, did he?

Either way, you thought that you had said goodbye to him for the first and last time: the only thing you were worried about was whether he actually enjoyed living in that ruined house or not, and especially...all alone. During this week you often found yourself thinking about this question: did he enjoy living all alone?

You sighed as you thought once again about that when you were paying at the cash of the local supermarket: the cashier often had to call you back to reality by snapping her fingers in front of you when she asked if you needed sacks for the groceries.

A year had passed ever since you were on Omega Centauri, but Lio didn't look like he was starving: actually, he looked like he was healthy, apart from his parts of ever-burning skin.

How does he mantain himself?

Why was his skin burning like that by the way? You remembered footages of Lio with totally green hair for example, but when you saw him, part of his hair as well as his skin were dark purple. Why?

You walked out from the supermarket when you realised that you were near the place in which Lio protected you. In which he killed two people. The thought gave you chills: didn't he feel guilt for it? You weren't even afraid of the fact that he ACTUALLY killed people, you were more afraid of his psychological status. Regardless, you were sure it wasn't totally good.

You stood there, observing your surroundings for a while, and noticed that there were still traces of the fire: you then remembered that no one on the news mentioned that the thiefs were killed by an explosion. That must have meant that they found the bodies once the fire was totally extinguished all by itself, hence they couldn't determine that it was a Burnish fire. Weirdly, you couldn't help but feel relief for Lio: who knew what Kray would have done to him if he found out that Lio was still alive.

"Did he at least manage to cure his shoulder...?" you mumbled. Over the week you started feeling guilty for it, it was true that he didn't want help but you could have at least done something.

You just took a step when you stopped yourself from walking any further: the sense of guilt was unbearable that you couldn't simply stand there without doing nothing. Lio was alone after all: he didn't have a friend by his side. You didn't even know why you cared so much, you didn't even know him at all, certainly you despised some of his actions as a terrorist, but it just saddened you. Everyone needs someone after all.

Well, let's thank your empathy for this: you stepped back, entered again the supermarket and went towards the parapharmacy section, only to end up with another sack filled with medicines and bandages.

With a determined look on your face, you paid again under the surprised look of the cashier and walked outside, proceeding with a steady pace towards Lio's "house".

In at least ten minutes you were once again in front of his "house". You looked at it again, and couldn't help but still feel sorry for his living conditions: if only he wasn't a terrorist, he could have lived a normal life like anybody else.

You walked towards the door carefully, listening for any sound, but it was quiet. Too quiet. You gulped, suddenly feeling uneasy in front of the door as you grabbed the knob: would have he appreciated another visit of yours?