Flowing Evil

Chapter 3: Decline

The next morning, I woke up to the usual smell of breakfast in the kitchen. I changed out of my clothes from yesterday and walked into the kitchen. I had a dull feeling of dread that something was wrong with me and that something bad was going to happen, but because the feeling was dull, I tried to push it out of my mind, even though I knew why I was thinking like this.

I sat down at my seat at the table and started eating. I already had a plate, utensils, and a glass of water ready, but nothing on the plate.

"Morning, Kira!" Yuki said.

"Hey." I said in a monotone voice, not looking at him.

Yuki placed a nice, large, fluffy pancake on my plate that had chocolate chips inside it. The breakfast was quiet, not even one word being spoken. When everyone finished eating after a few minutes passed, I walked out to the car and sat in the passenger's seat.

Yuki got into the driver's seat. The car started up and we were driven to Kori's. The kids got out of the car first. We saw the front door open and saw a smiling Kori and Neon looking at our kids from the front door of their house.

They live in a nice two story house. It's a large, white house with a brown roof, a garage out front that we had parked in front of, and to the side is their front porch and the front door of their house. Above the garage are two windows and above the front porch is the other part of the two story house, two more windows seen above the porch.

Neon and Kori let our kids inside and Yuki stepped out of the car to let them know that we'd be inside soon. Yuki came back to the car and sat down, and I was about to get out of the car when Yuki stopped me, closing his door with him.

"Sit back down, Kira. We need to talk." He said.

I sat back down in my seat, closed the door, and looked at Yuki. Studying his face, he wore a serious expression. Was he mad? Maybe. I couldn't tell, but he doesn't usually look like this, so it must be pretty bad.

"What's wrong with you? Did something happen to you recently that you didn't tell me about?" He asked. I frowned in response to his question.

"I'm fine."

"No you're not. Even I know that. Tell me what's on your mind." Yuki said, reaching over and about to place his hand over my hand, but I pulled it away before he could do it.

"Back off! I said I'm fine!" I said.

I could see a slight change in his expression. He looked confused, disheartened even, but then the look quickly changed back into another angry one. Serious one? I hated how I was making him angry, especially since he's the calmer one out of the two of us, but I couldn't help it. This wasn't me.

"Kira, I'm trying to help you."

I opened the car door and shot him a cold glare.

"Help me? Sure, you're helping me, all right. At being a nuisance, that is." I said, a cold tone in my voice, slamming the door behind me and then walking to Kori's door, all the while the events that happened just then playing through my head.

Yuki didn't deserve that. Out of all the people to be mean to, why him? I hated how I responded, but there was nothing I could do about it now. That wasn't me talking; it was what was in my veins.

Once inside, I saw my kids playing with Ren Kazumi, Kori and Neon's daughter. She has Neon's blue eyes and long brown hair-Kori's hair color-that's normally in a ponytail.

I needed somewhere quiet right now. I quickly walked into Neon and Kori's master bedroom and stood in the doorway, scanning the room and seeing that no one was inside it, so I sat down on the bed, trying to collect myself. I should go home. If I didn't, who knows what could happen?