Beyond The Stars

#6: His Name, My Attitude and The Ninjas

There are times where my bed is the only place where I wanted to be.

However at this moment, where I want to be, you ask?

Ohoho, I want to be where Kiba and Shino are.

"We've almost reached my apartment, believe it!" Kigly shouted as he held on to my arm in case I was going to flee.

Jeez, what's his problem?

And why does he always say "believe it" at the end of his sentences?!

"It's a habit,--" he started, but then cut off his sentence, me mentally slapping myself twice because my thoughts slipped off my tongue again.

"What?" I asked, when his eyes suddenly widened and he was wearing a "what-the-frickfracktwosmackstriplewacks" face.

"Hey, what's your name?"

Oh.

That thought hadn't actually crossed my mind, and I think about a lot of things. A lot. 99.99% of them are stupid, while the other 0.01% are incredibly stupid.

"Hi, my name is none of your business." I spat out at him and he smirked.

"I thought we were friends now."

"Friends? Barely. I don't even know your last name, Kigly. "

He crossed his arms, "I know you enough. And for the last time, my name is not Kigly."

"I don't see any other name that suits you."

"You don't even know me!"

"I know you enough." I smirked as I quoted his words and he now wore an amused expression.

However, panic reformed when I realized.

"I left my friends back there!" I shook my hands as if they were the wings of a bird.

"Yeah, you've been telling me that for the 15 minutes we took to get here."

"Then I have to go!" I said, finally managing to yank my arm out of his tight hold.

"Damn it woman! I'm trying to help you!" He said as he reached for my hand again, but I swerved it away before he could.

"This is kidnapping, not help!" I poked his rib.

"What are you gonna do? Go back there with out a plan?!" He shouted and his big hands went into his pockets, rummaged in there for a while before getting free and holding one small item that was silver, but it was carved into a key.

He grabbed the brown door knob with his left hand, while the key was held in his right.

Huh. How can such a small thing can open up so many doors?

Well I mean without the key you can't move on.

It was only then I realized we arrived at his building/apartment.

The building he lived in looked like a dumpster.

"Oi, girly, it's what on the inside that counts." Kigly pointed to his heart, the key no longer in his hold but he still had his other hand on the knob, showing no signs of opening it and letting me inside.