Chapter fifteen:

#Millia:

 

I woke up the next morning, visions of my mother clinging to my lashes and the little bits of light.

 

“Millia san!”  my eyes met vibrant, red ones. “Wake up! We are going to land soon!”

“Thank you.” I sat up, not fully awake yet. I rubbed my eyes and yawned. It was a pleasant nap.

 

Sol.

 

I walked over to the kitchen and grabbed a glass of water and a painkiller, my arm was aching, I wonder if something’s wrong.

 

May walked in groggily, grabbed a glass of cold milk and walked out.

 

Johnny walked in, grabbed a piece of toast and then walked out.

 

Through the passed week, I had gotten familiar with the zombies that crawled around the ship at morning. None of them were a morning person except for Dizzy, she doesn’t seem to sleep at all.

 

Just like Sol.

 

I sat back on the couch and watched Dizzy play with the cat. Not long after that did Jan peek into the room and announced, “We’re here!”

 

My heart beat quickly, and I decided to just sit around until he came, maybe sometime during the night he had changes his mind.

 

“You look suddenly old!” Dizzy giggled at me and I brushed back my hair. “How old are you, Millia Chan?”

“Th-” Johnny walked into the room. “Twenty seven.”

“Oh.” She blinked a few times, not really looking at me. “Hm, I sense something…” she stood up.

Okay, I’m thirty, I admit…

“Sol Kun is here! I can feel him!” she bounced over to the main huge door and waited, her hands clasped behind her back.

 

The door opened and the cold morning breeze washed over me, sending chills all over my skin. In the misty doorway stool a slim figure that can only be identified as Sol Badguy.

 

I had to keep from smiling, he should not find out that I’m actually happy to see him.

 

“Rage.” He nodded to me, just as emotionless as ever.

“Sol.” I stood up and limped over to him.

“Johnny.” He glanced to the zombie behind me who nodded slowly. “Let’s go.” I started to walk, but noticed he was still looking at something behind me.

 

Dizzy

 

I waved goodbye to her and she hugged me tightly, the girl had so much energy, it was almost enough to light up a whole city. She smiled at Sol, and then got back to playing with Aki.

 

He held my arm and silently led me into a black Mercedes.

 

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#Sol:

 

She was unusually quiet, I figured she’d be blabbing about something a girl did, or another.

Then again, I didn’t feel like I wanted to hear her voice right now, either.

 

During the night, lots of alarms had came and gone through my head. The system restoring had restored lots of files that I had intentionally deleted.

 

I’ve had to deal with the memories all over again, now I remember why I wanted to stay so alone before.

 

Now I remember why the other side of the bed was always cold for almost two hundred years.         

 

I shook my head and frowned at myself in the side mirror.

 

I’m going to have to buck up, I’ve got a long day of moving furniture and dust and frustration in store for me.

 

“Sol.” Music to my ears.

Damn.

“I- I uh.” Missed you too. “I’m confused, why did you leave me with the Jellyfish pirates if you were going to just take me back?”

I lit a cigarette, damn, I hate it when nervous.feel.exe acts up, it makes my hand automatically reach for a cigarette. I flicked her new ID card onto her.

“So that’s why you took pictures.” she sounded un-amused.

 

There was a stretch of uncomfortable silence again, and I was about to sigh in frustration but held my breath when the building came into view, we’ll be busy long enough to not exchange glances for long.

 

At least I hope so.

 

“Where are we going?” her voice was quiet.

“I got a place.” You’ll love it, I hope.

 

”A new place! Yay! We’re going to a new place!”

 

I choked and the burning stick fell in my lap. There was gasp next to me but I only picked up the stick and put it back in my mouth.

 

“Are you okay?” I exhaled. “You should stop smoking.”

“Whatever.” I scoffed and turned the engine off, stepping out and examining the building for a moment.

She sighed behind me and I heard the rhythmic clinking of her crutches on the pavement. “This… is where you’ll live?”

I dropped the cigarette to the ground and put it off with the tip of my shoe. I made my way towards the main door without checking if she was following or not.

I climbed the stairs slowly, partly wondering if she would hit me with the crutches if I tried to carry her. Especially after all that’s happened last week and the way I purposely ignored her.

 

She bit me for crying out loud!

 

I frowned, mostly at my self for still wondering why the hell she was freaked out for killing a person. Isn’t that what she’d lived doing all her life? I always thought the assassination guild taught its soldiers to be tough, not to be whiny little school girls that walk around in crutches…

 

Anger.feel.exe has been launched.

 

Hell yeah.

 

I took my time in opening the door, she was still a long way behind. When the lock opened I heard her sigh, if out of frustration or exhaust I don’t know.

Not that I care, either.

 

The moment I opened the door a foul smell assaulted my sensitive nose.

Damn, something is dead in here.

 

“Oh, what is that?” she scrunched up her nose in disgust.

Have a little fun, Badguy. “The guy who lived here before.” I turned my head, looking at her. “They couldn’t find his body.”

Her face stripped of all emotion. “So his body is in the closet?”

I scoffed and looked around, trying to detect the exact waves it was coming from.

 

It was in the bedroom.

 

She limped next to me and stopped near the closet, her face pale.

Heh.

“Well, then, Sol.” She motioned with her hand towards the closed door. “I guess the cockroach peaking from under the door is a dead-give away. Literally.”

“Yeah.” I pushed away the heavy box that was sealing the door and put my hand on the doorknob, “Just step back so the body wouldn’t fall on you.” I smirked where she couldn’t see me.

 

Notification: after system has initialized the air sample, the results are the following:

1% Lemon.

30% Bacteria

69% natural Air contents.

 

I sighed and glared at her, she moved a step back.

 

Identify: 30% Bacteria

Processing…

 

Bacteria: a chemical decomposition of an organic substance, often with formation of gas. Forms after a creature dies.  

 

But this does not smell like a human dead body.

 

This more smells like…

 

I opened the door.

 

End of chapter Fifteen.