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What I Feel for You

  It takes a while, but I manage to brush off the uncomfortable feeling. I don't want to spend too much of my time figuring out something that I have lost. A sister? In all honesty, it could be probable. Do you know what else is probable? Getting closer to Zero. Zero seems to be a lot of bark, some bite, and a ton of secrets. Sterlo takes him to be a fantastic friend, and I'm dying to see what's under that rugged interior of his. He can't just be nasty through to the core, could he?

But besides that, it wasn't like I didn't want to remember and get it all back. Heck, I'll admit right now that I'll probably get back to the house and think long and hard about whether I could remember hearing about a sister. The thing is, I don't want it to consume my life now. I feel bad enough about forgetting about my presumably loving mother, and that my aunt hates me, a possible sister could wait long enough for me to prepare myself. There really wasn't anything I could do now, with no memory and no image of one in my head, not to mention that this was all speculation. This could all just be a fluke in my head, and I don't even have a sister. It's just a feeling, after all.

Managing to get outside and into this "Steel Glass" elevator was exciting enough, so what Sterlo has in store for our little trio is making me even more jittery. "Guys! Wait up! You know my legs are a lot shorter than yours!" I shriek deafeningly. How can any human being walk so fast, let alone two? Zero glances back, giving me a good, long look as he crosses his arms and comes to a stop. Sterlo stops just as suddenly and trips over himself. With clumsy skill, he balances himself out to keep from toppling over.

"I hesitate to blame it on your legs being stubby because I can almost positively say that it is because you are simply shorter than an average person." Zero murmurs when I catch up, panting breathlessly.

"Hey...! Only I can make that joke about myself!" I argue back in between breaths. "And... and I am an average height, thank you very much!"

Sterlo dusts himself off nonchalantly, acting as if he didn't trip just now. He slaps me on the back when my breaths become less raged. "I hope you are not planning to die on us, poor child!" He sings. Giving a thumbs up, I straighten hurriedly and virtually knock myself off balance. The concrete floor convinces me to keep my footing. The more affluent class seems to use flying cars as transport but absolutely refuses to wear rocket shoes. In Sterlo's words, "They are unquestionably the worst form of up-to-the-minute technology man could ever produce, let alone dress! It would be an absolute catastrophe to my near-flawless wardrobe! Would I ever?!"

"I don't mind walking. Actually, I love it!" I sputter out loud. Walking side by side, with me standing in between the two drop-dead gorgeous men, it's hard to get away with such a loud proclamation.

"Was there a point to saying that?" Zero demands tiredly, his hands in his pant pockets and his eyes boring into the distance beyond us.

"Oh, yeah. Uhm... I was going to say that... I mean, ask... where we are going?" I stumble over my words, my head a cluttered mess from having to walk so close to these two men, these two desirables.

"That, my dear girl, is a secret." Sterlo teases, wagging a finger at me lightheartedly. His smile both threatens me and animates me.

"I guess I'll have to trust your judg–." Zero snorts loudly over me, crossing his arms as he stays in step with me, his strides somehow much more natural than my own. That small act is already making me feel spoiled, that he is putting in the extra effort to not leave me in the dust. "Or not, according to Zero –."

"Oh no, my darling, no! Zero, how could you have doubt of me in your swollen heart?! I believed our bond was indissoluble!" Sterlo throws his hands into the air as he stops, the exasperation on his face intense to the point that it almost looks like he's forcing himself to be dramatic. But I know better; Sterlo is just a flamboyant hunk of man.