Angel With Broken Wings

27 - Mash Burnedead, Kat Ride and the Puppet Master (2)

[KAT POV]

I let out a deep sigh, stretching my sore muscles as I move towards the dormitory kitchen. I wanted to make Mash, Lemon, Lance, Finn, Dot and maybe even Rayne something as a thank you for accepting my eye and not looking differently at me when I brought up some of my past. They still don't know everything, but maybe one day they will. 'Ah, no more scary thoughts! What if they want to send me back to them? Not even Mash knows, but people I've known for only a little while. Hard to imagine them being okay with it.'

I shake my head, my heart pounding as I continue to second-guess my own decisions. I wanted to stay, I knew that for sure, but I didn't know if I was allowed to. If people found out I was a magicless, experimented on, orphaned kid, what would they do? I didn't want to think about it but a part of me felt like something terrible was about to happen, and that it would reveal everything.

'Then Mash and Lemon both had to say they have feelings for me. Lemon is more eccentric though, I don't even know of they're genuine due to how sudden they were...but Mash...I've known him for a year now, when did he start feeling this way? Why did he have to kiss me so suddenly and then say he missed?' I let out a small whine, pausing slightly in my footsteps as I then rub my hands down my face.

I've never met anyone who would like me before, the only company I've ever kept has been with the Flock, Erasers, or those damned White Coats, hardly relationship material. 'If only they had a crash course on romance that can explain things to me!' I let out another sigh, continuing on my way after the pause, soon landing myself in the kitchen and letting out a long huff.

"Alright! No more thinking, just baking!"

[POV CHANGE | MASH]

I remained in the nurse's office with the two boys, my mind somewhat drifting as I think about Kat and how that guy from Lang seemed to want her. Frustration was building as I recall how he seemed to look at her like and object and a tool, curious at how she didn't use a wand for her "magic", and seeming like he wanted to interrogate her. Even I didn't understand some of the things she did, I just assumed there were things she could do like me.

I never bothered to ask, hesitant to know or be shut down, because what if it brought up something painful? She showed up bloodied, bruised, and covered in scars, if what she could do came from that horrible experience, how could I ask her to relive it by telling me how she can do the things she can? I'm usually so blunt and muscle headed at these things, but I could never find it in myself to be so direct when it came to her.

I chew on my bottom lip, deciding to distract myself with something else as I then being exercising on the floor. I didn't know what was wrong with me currently, I had even tried to kiss her without her permission and it made her nervous. She had said she didn't understand what feelings for another person was supposed to be like, and that I deserved someone better who could, but I didn't want someone like that. I wanted her, just the way she was, even with her secrets and sometimes bizarre behaviour, I still just wanted to know her and be with her.

I just hoped I didn't ruin everything with that move I made. I grit my teeth, deciding to work on my exterior obliques, and going hard at it while I wait for the two boys to wake up. The silver haired bully woke up first, his eyes widened and in shock as he stared at his hand before he noticed my presence. "Huh...?" I only stared at him with a stoic expression while I continued working out, the boy soon shouting out, "What the hell are you-"