Kid

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Kid was softly sucking on her thumb as she slept on Neon's bed.

The room he was given was bare of any personal effects. While Neon understood the convenience of having spare bedrooms with no personal effects, it was bare of any and all characteristics, his room could pass off as a girl's room if it badly wanted to.

But he was given a small desk, much to his surprise, which sat by a window.

Neon sat on the chair at the desk and was glancing from Kid to the window and back. Neon tilted his head to Kid, "How am I meant to act around you now?" he asked absently. Kid let off a grunt as she rolled over in her sleep. "Are you even allowed in the same room as me on your own anymore?" Neon asked as he touched his still tender skin.

Kid's sleeping form didn't answer him.

Neon shook his head as he stood up. "What are we doing?" he mumbled as he leaned on the window sill. After a moment, he just started hitting his forehead against the window and soon rested it against the glass. "Why didn't I just leave you at the Nobel's house when I had the chance?" Neon pondered shaking his head against the glass.

Neon pushed off the window, "Everything would've just been so much easier for everybody." Neon sighed as he leaned his head on his hands.

So you wished you never met me?

The voice made Neon jump as he turned to see Kid sitting on the edge of the bed, her head was hanging low as she looked at the ground.

Neon sighed as he shook his head. "I didn't say that," he informed as he kneeled down in front of Kid.

Kid wiped her eyes as she cried, You don't like us anymore...

"I never said that either." Neon held Kid's tiny hands in his own and drew little circles on the back of her hand. "I never said I hated you, and I never said I wished I never met you," he informed. Neon smirked as he shook his head, not too sure if he was lying or not. In a way, he wished he had never met Kid, everything would be easier, and everything would've been exactly the way it was before. Why did anything have to change?

Kid pulled her hands from his when her tears were threatening to drip onto Neon's hands. Neon sighed as she shuffled back away from him.

"Kid," he grabbed her by the leg and pulled her gently back to him. "Kid, what I say is true, I wonder if it would've just been better if we hadn't met in the first place, if you would be safer or better off. But me thinking that won't change it, and like I said before, you're going to need a whole lot of weirdness to get rid of me... But you've found Dominick now, what use do you have for me anymore?" he asked.

Kid wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. She clung onto him almost desperately as she buried her cold nose into his neck. Neon was almost stunned as he stayed kneeling there with Kid hanging off him.

I love you Neon... I don't want you to go away, I don't want to go away.

"Go away?" Neon pulled Kid off him and held her in place, "Where would you be going?"

Kid shook her head, hopefully nowhere. She wiped her eyes and sniffed, her hand found his face and her thumb brushed over the cut on his cheek. "I'm sorry you got hurt. Dominick is just under some stress right now, he was scared you had replaced him."

Neon winced every time she brushed her thumb over his cut. "Why would he think I'm going to replace him?" he asked. He hissed when she pressed down hard against his sore.

Kid took no notice of his pain, "Dominick knows my thoughts. He knows I like you, he knows I trust you almost as much as him..." Kid pulled her hand off his cut, rubbing his blood that were stained on her fingers on her white dress, leaving a red mark which almost looked like paint.