A Wicked Smile

New New Home?

When my Uncle brought us back to our home, I almost immediately jumped out of the car, thanking him.

"If you did whatever you wanted, I congratulate you." He said, chuckling. "That was the first time I lied to a Military man. We could get jailed for that, y'know." He snickered, me joining in.

"Oh, no one will know!" I spoke, "Thank you. Really."

"Alright then.. I've got some work left to do, and I'll be back soon." I nodded and waved goodbye, closing the door.

Chara waited silently for me to approach, her hands crossed on her chest and the annoyance on her face already motioned that I'm going to be lectured on "how do I speak with people".

"You-" She started speaking, but I interrupted her by opening the door.

"Make yourself feel home." I'd put on a small smile, as she still looked at me with annoyance, but simply went inside the house.

"It's.. big." She said, as I almost immediately spoke after.

"That's what-"

A knife formed up near my throat, and I guess the peak of her annoyance was reached.

"Shut. Up."

I smiled nervously, putting my hands up defensely, her removing the knife and allowing me to not fear for my life. For now.

"You know, killing the one who offered you some place to live in isn't exactly friendly." I said, while she smirked.

"Well, you didn't have much of a choice really."

"Yeah, whatever."

I now went up to the kitchen to cook myself something up to eat. It was almost 2 PM, and I haven't ate since like.. last dinner?

Couldn't call it a dinner really. Just some pizza and soda.

I grabbed a knife and started to throw it up into air, whilst using my free hand to get the bread out. I planned to just make some sandwiches, so It wouldn't be exactly hard.

"Huh?" I heard from behind, turning my face to Chara that looked at my doings. Probably the knife.

"What?" I asked, putting the knife down, shutting the refrigerator with my leg.

"You're used to throwing knifes like that?" She asked curiously, as I nodded.

"Well, being brought up by a group of people that were mostly trained soldiers, and cared for my self-defense abilities.." I started, now turning around to slice bread and the other ingredients.

"..Pays off sometimes." I said, snickering a bit.

"Is your father a soldier?" She asked, my happiness disappearing in a second.

"That wasn't my father. That was my Uncle." I said sadly, now placing the knife to the side, gathering all of the ingredients.

"And where's your father? Your mother?" She insisted, which made me feel really bad.

"I.." I started weakly, just hoping that she would realize that without words.

I turned around with the dish of sandwiches prepared already, now looking into her eyes again. She could understand what I'm thinking of just by the look of my eyes, so I'd prefer to tell it that way.

For a short while she looked at me before gasping and covering her mouth with her hand.

"Sorry." Chara said quietly.

"No, it's.. fine, really." I put on a small, not confident smile on my face and just headed towards the TV.

"I see it's not." She insisted, but it was really hard for me to speak about that.