Reed the Street-girl

That feeling....

Currently, we are in the sewers, slishing and sloshing through the gunk. Negra, a foot ahead of me, his cape- Er, cloak flapping wildly behind. I'm running along with the same speed in the icky sewers, skateboard in arm, flip-flops in hand and my jacket around my waist. All my belongings.

Not much, I know, but still, I'm taking it with me.

Having my flip-flops in hand, I'm literally running through the sewage barefoot. Negra realizes this and gives me a questioning look. I stick my tongue out at him not wanting to explain. Especially when I'm running at top speed; not much breathing going on.

Earlier we couldn't think of any way to bust Fabron out for any reason as to why he got himself fucking captured in the first place.

.............................................~EARLIER~.............................................

"Crap!"

We have no fucking plan, and any plan we had won't stand against a kingdom.

Negra shot up and grabbed my hand to pull me along throughout the house. He led me to the room passed the library; the other side, full of boxes.

I pulled my hand away from him, crossed my arms and gave him that 'really' look of mine.

"I highly doubt this is a good time to make out in the closet, Negra."

I know that is wasn't what he came here for but I couldn't help it. I'll always take the opportunity to tease.

Ignoring me, he started to move the wooden boxes (doubt this magical kingdom has cardboard), looking for something. I kinda got the jest so quickly, I grabbed my stuff from Fabron's room.

Skateboard against the wall, "shoes" next to it and a crumpled jacket on the bed. Tied the jacket around my waist, grabbed the board and slipped into my "shoes", but I couldn't leave. At least not right away.

Hand placed in the skinny door frame, I had to look back. Two weeks here, not much goin' on, and I already miss it. My eyes glaze over to the chair at the work desk and a nagging tug pulls my chest.

It's been happening for awhile now. Something will tug at me and hurt like a old, beat up moaning ship just wanting to land. With him not being here. . . Another sharp tug.

It's almost like there's something that I hadn't realized yet. A feeling? Heh, what's that? Kinda reminds me that I need to admit something to myself; make it real. Maybe. . .

'Fabron, it's you. I think I might-----'

"Oi, Reed! Come over here, I found it!" Negra calls from the other room interrupting my thoughts.

Without thinking, I dash over there, forgetting about what I thought earlier.

He explains about the trap door into the tunnel that eventually connects with the sewers. We could make it to the kingdom faster that way.

.............................................~NOW~.............................................

Running at top speed, not wanting waste a single minute. Fabron's in trouble. The first person a take me in and care about my health since my worldly 'fall'. Negra, having being my second friend, has helped a lot since the first I've met him.

These are the first and far most the only people I care about now. The past doesn't count. I've been forced to leave that behind when I was pulled from my world and put here. 'Now' is happening; 'Past', isn't.

Negra really is athletic, isn't he? Glancing at him. Huh? No weird tugs? Eh, it doesn't matt---WHERE'S HIS TAIL?! He's a cat-man with no tail!

He turned and saw me lookin' at him. He took it the other way, but funny way.