Skin✄Brendon Urie Fanfiction

11. Kai

The next few weeks went smoothly, and Brendon even asked me out a few times. We went to his house and watched movies, no interruptions. My mom would flip if I told her I'd been spending time at a boy's house, so each time, I told her I was at Ruby's.

Ruby still had suspicions about the picture.

Before my third date with Brendon, she called me.

"I'm telling you, Kai, you can't go to his house. Just don't. Something weird is going on, we still don't know where Mia is and he just—brushed it off."

"Ruby. I'm okay. Brendon's okay. And I'm sure that Mia is okay."

"Hmph. I just want you to be safe. Okay, Kai?"

"What's Brendon gonna do to hurt me? Stab me with a colored pencil? Ha, it's not gonna happen, Ruby. Trust me, I will be fine."

   "Alright. I love you, bye."

   "Love you too, bye."

    Then, I heard a knock on my door.  I opened it and Brendon was there, smiling. "Hey."

    I smiled back, "Hi."

   We went out to the car, he opened the door for me.

"You look beautiful," he said, one hand on the steering wheel, looking over at me. It was something he told me almost everyday.

      "Brendon, I'm wearing sweatpants."

      "Doesn't matter. You still do,"

       "Whatever," I giggled, "stop kissing my ass."

       As we drove, my mind wandered elsewhere. Where were Brendon's parents?  Are they just on vacation?  Was he kicked out? Did they die? Why is Brendon so rich if his parents are dead?  Is Brendon just the Bruce Wayne of real life?

We pulled into his driveway, and we went inside. He already had Netflix on, blankets set out.
As we stepped inside, Brendon ordered a pizza and we got close in the blankets.

The questions still burned in my mind. Thoughtlessly, I blurted, "Where are your parents?"

  I don't think either of us were expecting me to ask that.

"W-what?" He sputtered, surprised by my sudden outburst.

"Um, sorry if it's a weird topic, but," Too late to play this off now, "Uh, where are they?" I hesitated, "There aren't any pictures of them up."

   "Oh, well, um," he ran his hands through his hair and sighed.

"Okay. When I was kid, we used to move around a lot. I still do. I used to live in Japan. Tokyo to be exact. I was about 13. Beautiful city, but at the time, there was a lot of crime going on." 

    I knew where this was going.

    "And one day, someone broke into our house. They didn't steal from us, but they took two things away from me. They took," he breathed out heavily, "they took my parents' lives."

To lose a parent. I knew how it felt. My dad wasn't dead, but he may as well be, I haven't seen him or heard from him since he left. "Brendon..." I was at a loss for words. "I'm—"