Madness [ Claire Sequel ]

Chapter 7

Kira's POV

I woke the next morning unusually late. I was in pain all over, I was lightheaded, and nauseous. I wasn't sure what was going on, but I was sweating. But I was freezing! What the hell was happening?

A knock sounded at my door and I grunted. "I'm sick... Please don't come in..." I moaned ruefully. Instead of leaving, someone opened the door and stepped inside.

"Yeah. You're sick." Said Tyler. He walked around the bed and to my side, feeling my forehead. He sighed and nodded. "This is your sanity rejecting the amount of Madness you used yesterday." He explained. "After this rocky part of the road, it'll be much easier to control your Madness than before." He concluded.

I glared daggers at him. Of course, Tyler would be the optimist in such a horrible time. If Tyler was here, that meant the others were, too. How was Marina and the girls? How badly were they being harassed by the group downstairs?

With a groan and grunt of effort, I sat up. "I have a household to take care of. Breakfast to make, lunch and dinner, cleaning to do... The list goes on." I murmured as an excuse to get away from him.

Tyler pushed me back into bed, as gently as if I were an infant. "Nuh uh! You have to stay in bed today!" I glared at him. "Are you going to make me?" I snarled. Tyler quickly retreated.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," He sang as I walked into the bathroom and showered.

Showering helped a lot, and I felt fresh and clean. The scent of my body wash stuck to my skin, leaving a trail of black orchid wherever I went.

Marina had already made breakfast and was almost finished with lunch by the time I got downstairs. I apologized, but Marina told me I should go to bed; I looked like "warmed over Death". I would've laughed, had my chest not hurt. In any case, I rejected her kind offer of my going back to bed and went to cleaning.

Vacuuming was no chore. I vacuumed both floors, then, when I was sure no one was trailing me, I stepped into the basement.

In the basement, there was boxing and sparring equipment, all of which was dusty. I sighed and got to work down here; I would use this equipment very soon.

First, I dusted and swept the rings and equipment, which took much longer than it would have had I been healthy. But every movement seemed to weaken me, and it felt as if I would simply fall asleep where I stood. But I made it through.

Then, I swept and mopped the cement floors. That, honestly, had to be the most taxing job. By the time I finished the main jobs of cleaning the basement, I was exhausted, and could barely move an inch.

I pushed myself up to the main floor, told Marina I was going to my room to take a nap, then pulled myself up to my room.

Tyler stood before the window, his back turned to me. I didn't even acknowledge him, only collapsed on my bed and fell into a deep, troubled sleep.

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Soul's POV

I watched as Maka, Tsubaki, Liz, Patty, Ryuu, and Crona played ecstatically with Rayna and Rose. They all looked so happy and stress-less.

Death the Kid was looking at anything but them, and Black Star was glaring at his hands. What a group we were, huh?

Who did Tyler think he was, telling me that seeing the love of my life would only make her worse? I was cool enough to make her better!

My attitude was not shared with Death the Kid who, when I brought up the subject, said it would probably be best to listen to the guy.

It pissed me off.