We all went to my house and We told Travis and Jax to do there homework and then they can play. They nodded and went to Jax's room while we stayed out in the living room. I went to got some snacks for us and cool pack. I places the snacks on the table and place the cool pack on Knightmare's cheek. She seemed to be surprised and shivered at coldness of the pack; I chuckled.
"What was that for?" Knightmare said as held the cool pack.
"It probably still stings firstly. Second your cheek is slightly red so I thought it will help. She did smack you a bit hard." I said and sat next to her.
"Oh thank you." Knightmare said and grabbed some of the snacks and ate it.
"It's no problem. By the way your gift is in my room. We can go getting after we do homework done. And then i cook so you can do whatever." I said as I got my stuff out for my homework.
"Knightblade maybe you shouldn't cook your arm is still broken form the incident!" Knightmare said as I facepalmed.
"I literally forgot about that. I guess I'm just so used to cooking that I forget that I'm hurt. I guess we can wait the since my mother usually comes home not that late." I said as she laughed.
"Wow don't over work yourself Knightblade you need to heal. And how can you forget!" She said laughing.
"I know right. It's weird and I'm not proud of the fact that I keep forgetting things like this. My parents always tell me I'm just a workaholic. Heck on time when I was a kid my mom said that I came home after a really bad fall. Then I was all blood since my wound where bad and my mom was freaking out. I didn't fell anything of the sort. And she was surprised I didn't cry. I didn't remember that but she said I walked it off like it was nothing." I said.
"Well I guess that makes two. My dad says that I forget that I'm hurt and they would notice and I would be just find. I know it hurt just didn't care. Is it because that we where hurt in that past I mean?" Knightmare said theoretically.
"I don't know I never thought about it that way. But I guess after a few centuries of being alive you tend to forget things like that especially if your hurt many times in past lives." I said.
"I guess we'll never know. Honestly I'm glad I told you and you told me. About lives i mean."
"Me too. I finally have someone understands me. And lest just says Damn history can be cruel." I said.
When that we stopped and continued small talk as we did homework. After we finished we play a couple of games.
"Say Knightblade do you have other siblings?" Knightmare asked.
"Just brothers." I said.
"Huh? Brothers? So Jax and some other how come you never talk about him?"
"He lives somewhere else's he's doing residency in New York. He's not much of a talker like me. He's nice thought just we never seems to be close is all."
"Oh but does he visit."
"He does but like I said he's like a distant relive kinda feel you know? Now how about you?"
"Well two brothers. Travis and then Hawk. Hawk working in the military for the time being he wants to be a criminal investor one day. Then there Rinsimu my twin. But she decided to live with my uncle in Japan, for whatever reason she seems to hate us and mush rather be like a cousin than a close family."
"Oh ok."
Later in the day around sunset, my mother came home greeting us and our little brother and went to cook. Which nearly went on fire.
"Mom be-careful. Don't set the house on fire.!" I said as I hear her yelp and a sizzle sound and fire extinguisher sound.
"Honey I'm perfectly capable of cooking! I Just spilt oil on accident!" She said and I said ok back.
During dinner, we had some small talk and other things. Then my mother and I took Knightmare and Travis home. My mom jaw dropped after seeing how big her houses is. Even then my mom didn't say any and just acted if Knightmare just any other girl and said bye. My mother didn't pressure me into marrying her as my mother thank the heavens is not a greedy person.
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Many Lives of One Person
General FictionThis is a story about a person who can recollect his memories of a past lives he lived. A story of love and and drama.