Shattered

Chapter 5

Lloyd didn't give Kai a chance to talk.

He spun around and started walking down the hallway towards his room, holding his breath and begging begging any god that was listening to him just let Kai not chase after him. To have Kai let him go and continue on with his life. And, if they couldn't grant that, that the hallway was dark enough that Kai couldn't see his chest or back.

He assumed that Kai wasn't necessarily paying attention to Lloyd's physical appearance when he confronted him at the field, probably because he had other things to worry about, since he didn't say anything or give any indication that he saw. So, he had to make the assumption that Kai doesn't know he looked like a Deadpool reject, and so, he had to go and take a shower, put a shirt on, and speed walk out of this hallway, away from Kai, so he doesn't see.

Cause that'll open a whole new can of worms and he already opened up emotionally enough to last him until he died or went insane. So, needless to say, he walked a lot faster than he needed to.

Unfortunately, he could hear Kai's footsteps a few yards behind him. And he knew it was Kai's, each of the people here had their own footsteps, their own rhythms, sounds, smells, patterns, expressions, and tones. All of them similar from living together for so long, but all so distinctly different enough that anyone anyone with an ounce of common sense could tell the difference between them without seeing.

He wasn't speaking, thank god, but Lloyd doubted that he just so happened to need to go the same way as him, so the only explanation was that he was going to corner Lloyd in his room like a dick and confront him there.

Lloyd's body immediately tensed at the semi-close physical proximity. He had interacted with people too much today on all levels, and all he wanted to do right now was fall into a coma for a solid month and let his brain take a damn break.

He couldn't do that, of course, but a man can dream.

The moment he reached his door he had it open, shoved himself inside, and slammed the door shut while simultaneously locking it right before Kai was outside the door.

"Lloyd? Don't be childish," he twisted the doorknob, "let me in."

Lloyd rolled his eyes and moved his desk chair to stick right under the doorknob for good measure, "I'm not being childish, I'm taking a shower. Is wanting some privacy such a bad thing or have you actually lost all your sense of personal space?"

Kai paused at that, and taking that as a sign of surrender, he nodded to himself with a small, private smile and grabbed some random clothes from his drawers and made his way into his bathroom.

Lloyd moved his gi out of the tub with his foot, making a point of not looking at it (his stomach was still jumpy from looking at Kai's-no-so he wasn't risking it since anything could probably send him over the edge at this point), then he stripped off the remainder of his clothes, and turned on the shower at the hottest possible setting.

He loved hot showers. He actually loved and hated all temperatures for a multitude of different reasons, but he came to absolutely adore the idea of an infinitely long supply of blistering hot water for his use.

The feeling of the heat on his skin, washing away any hints of human touch, smell, scent, anything, so he didn't have to scratch at his skin till it was red and irritated or even bleeding, was incredible and rejuvenating. And, most of all, it made him feel calm.

Lloyd, clearly, wasn't a very calm person. He was secretly very jumpy, and always paranoid, and waiting for the next catastrophe to happen since he had nothing else to do with his life.