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Chapter 22:Parallel lines

Third pov

At first, Marco was unsure of the question that Kira just asked. What exactly was she implying? "K-Kira..." Marco starts, before being cut off. "Please...." she begged, her sad crimson eyes pleading. Marco stared down at her, not really knowing what to do. "Do you really want that, yoi? Think this through first, in your eyes I may seem ideal but..just think first with your head, yoi. Not your heart." he cautioned. "My mind is as clear as day!" Kira replies, her tone becoming more pushy, "Marco please...if we leave off like this, then things just will be hard between us. I...I want you."

For a moment, Marco was silent. He took his time to analyse what was the right decision. Should he stop this? Should he allow it? He didn't know...but...he decided what to do.

"Okay..." he said quietly, taking her hand, "Let's go. My sister isn't home, so you can take your time in showing me what you wanted me to see, yoi." he murmured.

*timeskip*

Kira marvelled at the sight of Marco's home. She would've at least thought that he might've lived in a apartment or something, but instead, he lived in a modern, Japanese house. It had two bedrooms that lived on the second storey. The kitchen was connected to the dining area/lounge, it was a smallish kitchen, but it was enough for two people, and the basics of the kitchen were at least in perfect condition. Here & there, there was some girly items, but Marco just said that it was his adopted sisters' stuff (which didn't raise any alarms in Kira's system). "Come." Marco said, leading her up the stairs.

'These must've been the so called stairs that he fell down. I can understand, these are wooden stairs..which is odd considering that the rest of this place is carpeted.'

Kira found herself in what looked like was Marco's room. His room had dreary white walls (that Kira so badly just wanted to splash paint on), and there was one window on the wall infant of her. His bed was a large double bed with blue, yellow & black duvet covers & sheets. In front of his bed was a long brown dresser drawers, with a large mirror on top. On the right of his bed was a door, and Kira assumed that was where his closet could be.

And then, Kira heard the door shut. There was no other noise in the room apart from her breathing. She never thought that it would get this far. But either way, she knew what she had to do. "So? What was it that you wanted to show me, yoi?" he breathed. "I..I need to take my dress off for you to see it." Kira stuttered. Marco put his hand on her shoulder, he leaned down, "Do you want me to take it off, yoi?" he asked. Kira nods, and quickly averted her eyes from Marco. Tension rises as Marco slowly untied the corset of the dress. Kira could feel the corset loosen around her waist, and it brought sweet relief when the thing was completely loose.

Kira laid down on her stomach so that she could cover her breasts. The first thing she heard from Marco was, "What the..."

Marco was shocked with what he saw. All he saw was scars. Scar upon scar upon scar. It nearly covered most of her back. "Scars.." he gasped. "I can't stand it when people touch my back now...but...I trust you." Kira uttered. Marco put his hand on her lower left shoulder blade. The skin was rough. Marco could feel Kira tense a little bit. Bit by bit as he stared at each scar, his anger grew, "Josiah did this to you, didn't he, yoi?" he asked. Kira nods, "It was when he first started hurting me. It was hard treating them, sometimes they'd get infected." Kira explained.

Marco grit his teeth, before pressing his lips on her back. Kira gasped as she felt Marco lay kisses all over her back. "W-W-What are you doing!?" Kira whimpered, sitting up & holding a pillow to her chest. Marco hugged Kira from behind, "Kissing the pain away, yoi." he replies. Kira looked back at Marco, "Really?" Kira asked. He made her face him, "Yes."

He then pressed his lips onto hers. This time, Kira immediately accepted his kiss a bit better. They both fell back onto the bed, the bed shaking a tiny bit. The kiss grew needy as Kira slid her tongue towards Marco's, who easily went along with her. For once in her life, Kira felt like she could enjoy kissing again. Their sloppy but loving kiss was passionate, lustful emotional. Kira slid the pillow off her body, and tugged at Marco's pants until they fell off. Marco slid her dress off her body, and it dropped to the ground. Kira gasped when Marco suckled on her neck, her nails digging into his back.

"Marco.." Kira breathed. Marco immediately stopped, "Whats wrong?" he asked. Kira shook her head, "Its..nothing. It..felt good." she pants. Marco stared down at Kira, "Kira, do you really want to do this, yoi?" he asked. "Please...just do it." she begged. "I can't help but think...if you're comfortable or not, yoi. After everything thats happened, I just want to know if you're really comfortable about me..touching you like this, yoi." he whispers. Kira reached up, and brushed her fingers over his lips, before cupping his face, "Don't you even worry about that." Kira states, "I've already moved on. I guess..." Kira smiled weakly, "I guess this is my way of getting closure. So please..." Kira stroked his cheek with her thumb, "touch me however you like. I want to be touched by you." Kira suddenly smiled sweetly, "So say it.."

Marco's eyes went wide as soon as he saw Kira suddenly become..different.

"Call me...'Doctor'." She whispered. Marco leaned in, "D-Doctor.."