Merely Existing

Chapter 1: Crosswell High

Blacky's POV

"Owwwweeeeeee!!"

Once again a pitiful cry of pain resounded in my ears. What was this, the 15th time? I couldn't ignore it even if I wanted to. Can't have my guardian dead, now can I?

I walked into the kitchen to see a mournful figure with a knife....and blood.

Ah, Kylee's suicidal cooking never failed to astound me.

"I'll cook."

My voice rang out like a chilly breeze, soft but cold. One of the many reasons I had been branded with titles such as 'unsociable', 'unfriendly', 'scary' and so on.

Sure it would be easy for me to put on fake personalities or change my voice since it was a basic skill for disguise, but I thought it was best to be myself' in front of someone whom I will be living with. Or else it would be a tremendous waste of energy.

Kylee nearly jumped out of her skin.

"Blacky! Since when were you there?" She tried fruitlessly to hide her cut fingers and poorly cut veggies.

I merely waited for her response. She looked flushed as I kept on staring. Kylee was a very interesting woman despite her lack in competence. She could treat me normally, speak to me even while knowing she won't receive much of a response. It was a situation I was very unfamiliar with.

"B-but it's your first day at school and I wanted to s-send you off properly with a lunch box and all...." she turned her big woeful blue eyes at me, I could almost see the hopeful sparkles around her head as she begged me.

Unfortunately that was not a good enough reason for suicide.

With one swift movement the knife was in my hands and away from the walking kitchen disaster. After packing two lunch boxes, I made some fried eggs with toast for breakfast. I turned around to find Kylee huddled in a corner pretending to have dark clouds above her.

"Eat. I've made some for you."

A wave of depression and gloom came off from the corner as the words left my mouth.

"I'm the guardian, and yet I'm getting treated as the kid. It's unfair to have children like you running around! Isn't there anything you're not good at?!"

"Mourning. In that aspect, you have my highest respect," I answered truthfully.

Kylee ignored me and went back to sulking. Now that it had come to this I had no choice but to say the magic words: "I'll teach you to cook."

It was as if someone threw sunshine around the place, a bundle of happiness sped over and crushed me in her arms.

"Blacky~ That's so sweet of you! I'll be the best cook in no time and then I'll cook anything to everything for you and....."

Kylee kept on ranting which was all very wonderful if I was not currently suffocating in her embrace. I saw no way of getting out of it without being labelled rude, but I decided my life was more important. I let my myself slip off from her tight embrace then firmly pulled her down to her chair.

"Eat." I issued a command.

"Yes ma'am!"

Seemingly unconcerned, Kylee started cheerfully eating her share. I took my seat opposite to her and cleared my plate instantly, all the while ignoring a burning stare from a certain someone. After finishing , I leaned back and waited for her to spit it out. Kylee seemed dissatisfied with something and she didn't hold out on it.

"For heaven's sake, Blacky! You're a teenager! Your going to high school!" I nodded, what about it? " Then what on earth are you wearing?"

I looked at my attire. Loose jeans for comfortable mobility, a plain black T-shirt for blending in crowds, and a hoodie for further stealth. Problem? I don't think so. In fact, it was quite perfectly coordinated in my opinion. I looked back at her and raised a brow.