Me x You

Chapter 4

    Kusuo's Point of View

       She keeps staring. That girl. So much for getting rid of attention during this move. Kusuo's face tensed in frustration; after all, so many violent thoughts were swarming through her head, it practically drowned out other's thoughts. This girl was going to do something to him. He could see it in her eyes before his x-ray vision kicked in. As soon as the release bell sounded, he found a place where he immediately teleported back into his house.

       Good grief, this girl was convinced that Kusuo did something to her brother. To be honest, her brother shook him up pretty good as well. That day at the park, a relatively peaceful morning, was when it all started. Kusuo went there hoping they wouldn't bother him, but he should have been smarter. As soon as that kid looked into his eyes, he knew, he knew everything. That kid knew everything as well. Soon after that, a stabbing headache entered his head. The pain was immobilizing, but Kusuo remained calm. The kid was obviously scared of Kusuo, so he started bawling. After that, his sister was out for blood.

       To be honest, Kusuo could care less what this girl thought at the moment. He just cared about that brother, Schroeder, his name was. He was the same. The exact same. Of course, Kusuo had met other psychics before, but not one like this. That agonizing headache lasted the rest of the day, and he wasn't even in the mood to eat the cookies that enormous family had brought over. Every waking minute of Kusuo's was consumed with thoughts of this child.

       His parents were fussing in the kitchen about what dinner should be, and Kusuo decided not to get involved as he started traveling up the stairs. Once he opened the door, he saw those sharp blue eyes again, and another migraine shot through his head.

       *Who are you?* Schroeder asked with conviction.

       *Good grief. Please get out of my house.* Kusuo responded.

       A long silence stretched between the two of them, at least it seemed like silence. The thoughts of the one person kept flowing through the head of the other. Filling in dark secrets, engraving messages not soon forgotten. Finally, through telepathy, Schroeder spoke.

        *Please, help me.*