The Hidden

7

In another life
We are standing
Side by side and
Laughing that,
in some other life

We are apart.
                      ~d.j

Edited

All night I held her. Till dawn I stayed awake for her. My markings shined bright and electricity continuously shot through me. I would do it again. I'd want to do it again. She was warm. But I don't want to get attached, I don't want this girl. I don't want to need her. I needed to reject her but I can't do it without Affinity. She's in charge of rejecting your other half and she is the one who determines the consequences of rejecting the other half of you soul.
Akira's may want to break the bond as much as I do. I'm so cruel to her. "Only because she's your other half and you're afraid that you'll love her. That you'll get attached and then she'll disappear. But that is unacceptable thinking." My inner self pleaded to me with evidence.
What about my true face? I may scare her worse than I do now if she finds out what I am. It's not normal. What if in motion of combat I lose it and become unrecognizable to her. This will be hell for her if we're attached by fate.

"I don't need you" I quietly whispered.
Liar.
Love is a set up. It's based off vulnerability and mistrust. Love is a quick road to headache that I don't need to be going down and worrying myself with other peoples feelings and needs. I know how to solve my needs, people should learn how to not be so dependent.

We got to the cabin late last night. She didn't talk much during the time we were awake. But when I saw her getting tired I figured that I'd better go and assist her comfort. Especially to avoid any night screaming and surprises. Besides sleeping in on bed together is better than me on the couch

Now the bed was empty. I woke up to coldness. She may have been gone for a couple of hours by now and I wouldn't know if she was alive or dead. She could've left. I shot up and went to the closest first. Opening it rather harshly and with a lot of strength, my closet doors frame cracked and the hinges detached themselves from the wall.
"Don't overthink it. She's not dead, she probably just went to explore the woods" I tried convincing myself calmly. But anything could happen out there. People creeping in the woods, dangerous animals. She can't defend herself.
My next move was the bathroom. The slow creaking under my feet echoed off the wallpapered walls. By the time she showed herself again the entire room in was trashed from my panicking. The bedroom door opened and there she stood in her short stature. Her gorgeous curly hair tied up, in my tank top and pajama bottoms with a steaming cup in her hand. She looked around the room frantically as she set the cup down gradually on the nightstand. Her brown perceivers met mines and her mouth hung open in disbelief. She looked as if she was in a state of a disorientation of words.
Slowly my heartbeat decreased and my temper cooled itself. I gulped.
"Sorry about the mess." I chuckled, a nervous emotion touched against my nerves. I felt the need to explain myself but not tell the whole truth. "I'm rearranging the cabin. One room at a time, I actually uh... just started this morning. So it's all a working progress so..."  I doubt she'd believe my exculpation but still, she nodded her head. It was eerily quiet for a moment.

"Would you like some b-breakfast?" She asked, a soft smile on her face. I returned the gesture. "What's going on in that pretty little head of yours." My inner self asked

The Fuck!?

I walked into the kitchen, my eyebrows furrowed and my face held no happy, jubilant emotion. As always. While she sat at the table bar imbibing her peppermint tea. I picked cutlery from the drawer. The food was sitting on the stove cooling. I looked over and saw her sizing up the cabinet from the floor her tongue peeking out the corner of her mouth. She seemed to be concentrating, her eyebrows furrowed and fingers on her chin. At her house she had a step stool. I need to buy one for her, I descried that she's very independent. Relishes to do things her own than wait around. I peeked at her again and discerned her move to climb. I sat back against the isle and watched. This view looked astounding better than the pristine brunette red head, or blonde I customarily had. She looked soft, like I could lay my head on any part I wanted. She had a way of making my clothes look exceptionally nice. I looked down feeling myself getting aroused.
As she passed me a plate I said "Thanks", hiding myself from her view. She began making her plate while I made mines. I grinned to myself. She had almost more food on her plate than I did. I liked a girl with an appetite. She let out an unexpected moan as she ate. Then suddenly stopped chewing feeling embarrassed. Akira looked down and covered her face. We ate in silence. When we finished she took my plate as I drank my juice.

"What is she doing now?" I pondered. "You don't have to do that, I'll put them in the dishwasher later.

"I can do it" she said quick and almost whisper like.

I walked over to her stature and took her hands in mines anyway. She flinched and quickly let go. Her face held fear. "Im not gonna hurt you" My soft response did nothing to ease her.

"If I only believe that." She cerebrated.
I felt exasperated and revolted with myself. I stormed off into my room upset. "What a mess." I began. "Such a fucking mess." I knew I had to clean up. I utilized my potencies to do so. You can't treat people like shit and expect them to...love you. 
"Look at yourself. You're a monster. A freak." I said to myself in the mirror. I was slamming my fist into my reflection that relished taunting me before I knew it.

* * * 

"I see you found the tv" I greeting the mellifluous sound of silence. Her deep dimpled smile that once painted her face all but stayed when she realized my return. As soon as she saw me, it vanished. The show she was currently watching, no longer regaling.

"Can I ask a question?" She said as I sat on the couch beside her. I put my arm on the back of the couch as I faced her. My hair was scarcely dampened from the shower I took to cool of earlier. Little drops of water spotted my shirt. "Shoot"

"W-what exactly are you doing? Y-you have my whole life story in your hands, You t-took me from my home, and now, we're at your house? Why?" She stuttered, twiddling her thumbs in her lap.

"Not my home, just a retreat cabin in the woods. I live in a secluded area. Far from civilization. That's where we are going." I commenced, thinking about my home in my head. "To my people...your people. This is just the halfway point. But I understand your concern."I said. "How about we practice"

"P-practice? She ruminated

"Well more like I teach you a few tricks about your powers. The first thing you need to know, everyone isn't the same. One of my abilities is Pyrokinesis ."

"Like telekinesis." Her eyes beamed with wonder. How long can I keep this...look on her face.

"Well I have that too. But no."  I stared into her enticing eyes. Feeling genuine jubilant as I gradually hoisted her without her being cognizant. When she realized what I was doing she yelped in surprise.
I watched as she reached her hands out prehending nothing. Nothing but air. I roared with laughter. I grabbed her hands being her source of stability. Lacing our fingers together, I pulled her towards me. She landed in my lap and we persistently watched each other. I took a mental picture of the smile on her face, this time her perfect teeth showed. But her smile gradually died when we found ourselves getting lost. I watched as hers dilated within the next few seconds.

She didn't expect me to conjure up a fireball in my pupils right them and there. Her effulgent eyes were atonished.

"There is no escape from destiny" My inner self voiced. "So if it is written, then it must be done."