Madness [ Claire Sequel ]

Chapter 17

Kira's POV

Arika, after out training/talk session, decided I'd be best without her by my side for the rest of the day. I wasn't sure what she was doing, but she said she was "getting a mental map of the area". I didn't object.

Immediately after getting to my room, I thought about taking a shower. I wanted to be clean of the filth I felt just living here, but taking a shower wouldn't really help much.

I was Sane. So why was I having to be the one in danger of being killed? Again? Well, I did volunteer. Which was stupid. But I want to save the people that I love. And if that means putting my own life on the line, I'll do.

The bed was neat and clean, and it made me wonder who had cleaned it. I hadn't. Maybe Arika did? I shrugged it off. What did it matter anyway? Just one less thing I have to worry about.

I lay down on the made bed and looked up at the ceiling. It was black, like the rest of this wretched place. It was smooth, too, probably metal. I would have to keep that in mind for the invasion with the Academy.

Soul... His name whispered in the silent air around me, and I could almost see him glaring at me from across the room. I sighed and shook my head. He may hate me, but I still loved him, and I'd have to give them a report tonight. I'd try to talk to him then.

I truly didn't want to accept that offer. So I was going to put it off as long as I could. But if push came to shove, and I no longer had an option, I would accept. Right now, I wasn't being cornered, so the answer to Trevor's offer was obviously no.

Why couldn't I stop thinking about Soul? The white color of his hair, the crimson red of his eyes. The smooth feeling of his bare skin against mine, and the intimidating appearance his pointy teeth gave him. The chiseled muscles on his chests and arms, and the six-pack he knew I couldn't get enough of. The v-line on his waist that drove me insane every time I saw it, and the way he'd purposefully stretch high above his head so that it'd show. The way his fingers barely brushed against my cheeks when he was about to kiss me, and the passionate way he held me before he let me go. The way his voice rang through the room clearly, almost obnoxiously, so that everyone could hear him. The leadership and loyalty he showed to his Partner and friends, and the sacrifices he made to protect those he loved. The way he begged me to stay when he didn't want me to go, and the way he'd wrap his arms around me to make me change my mind. The way he licked the cartilage of my ear to tease me, and the way he rubbed up and down my sides to tell me he wanted me without saying anything. The way his lips moved in sync with mine, even if one of us wanted to relax and the other wanted to be rough.

It didn't matter how hard I tried. I couldn't ever get Soul out of my head. It was like he'd stuck himself there, and he wouldn't leave until he saw he'd left a deep enough mark. It was painful, emotionally, but it was also what made me so determined to make it back to him, no matter how far away we were from each other.

A series of knocks interrupted my thoughts, and I sat up with a heavy sigh. "Who is it?" I asked, sounding very tired, even to myself.

The door opened, revealing Giriko and Justin. Damn. I thought it was Arika. But Arika would've just walked right in, wouldn't she have?

"Hey, Kira!" Giriko said, walking farther into the room. I nodded at him, and gestured at the bed. "Take a seat." I offered. He nodded, and sat down in front of me. Justin came in after him, and shut the door behind himself. I nodded and smiled at him, and he smiled back. "Hi. Sorry to intrude." He said. I giggled. "You didn't intrude! I was getting bored anyway! What's up?"

Giriko smirked at Justin as he pulled out bottles of alcohol. "Ta-dah!" I sighed and rolled my eyes. "Oh my god, Giriko!" I laughed. Justin chuckled. "We never got to celebrate your return to Arachnis! So, we decided to do it now!" He frowned. "Is that not alright?"