Chapter nineteen.

 

#Millia:

 

OhGod OhGod OhGod this can’t be, not here, too.           

Sol walked through the door of the kitchen and I had to hold onto the rack to keep from falling. We both spoke at the same time, but I couldn’t understand a word he was saying.

“Sol! Iknowthatwomansheusedtobe…”

Thatdamnwenchknowswhoyouare.”

 

I paused, waiting for him to repeat what I had missed, but the look on his face just told me to forget it.

 

“She knows me.” I brushed back my hair. “It never ends!”

He sighed and grabbed my mug, drinking coffee he had poured before they came. I figured it was cold from the way he scrunched up his nose in disgust.

 

I sat on the cold floor, in nothing but Sol’s clothes. His pants were a little wide on me, and the baggy shirt made my arms itch. “Now what?”

“Nothing.” He turned the kettle on and watched it.

I swallowed and rubbed my head. Just when things were looking up. Well, yeah, I had a weird dream about Sol, but that doesn’t explain why things were already tumbling down to nothing. Again.

 

I can’t keep dragging him along with me, I need to run away or at least find me another place to stay at.

 

Or maybe I’d just give myself up.

 

“Weren’t you out to get a bounty?” I looked up at him, my hair growing restless.

“No.” he poured hot water in my mug and added more than enough teaspoons of instant coffee.

Look at him, he’d lie to get away from explaining things. He is so lazy.     

“No?”

“No.” he walked out and I heard the television being turned on.

 

Sigh… I hate my life. I lay down on my side, right there on the cold floor. It seemed I didn’t care anymore. I don’t know what to do. I cannot possibly go back to the guild, even if they’d let me in, they wouldn’t let me have a desk job, not after killing the head honcho and kicking the shins of his right hand man.

 

Maybe if I get on Sol’s nerves he’d hand me in? Maybe I can just kill myself?

 

My eyes wandered off and rested on the knife near a drawer.

 

Nah, my hair wouldn’t let me, it’d just keep me alive like last time I accidentally slit my wrist with the knife.

 

It was midnight and I got out of bed after a horrifying nightmare, I wanted to cut an apple, but instead found myself bleeding in the sink. Whether it was on porpoise or an accident I couldn’t remember, all I remembered was that I kept bleeding and phasing in and out of sleep until Zato found me in my apartment and helped me.

 

I hated him for it.

 

I was startled when Sol slapped his hand on the knife and gave me this odd look before he drew it back and put it in the drawer.

 

“Tell me, Rage, ever tried killing yourself?” he placed the mug into the sink and looked down at me.

I rolled to my back and watched him. “Every day.”

His eyes remained guarded. “Well, stop doing that.” He walked out, “It’s annoying.”

 

I smiled slightly. He cares.

 

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#Sol:

 

Damn, lost blood always messed up my system. She just had to stab me with her hair and split my cheek, I’ll be damned if I take her to bed again. And if that wasn’t enough she stabbed me with hair! How ironic to be stabbed with ‘hair’ from a Russian woman! A woman! Such disgrace.

 

You like her.

I don’t, shut up already.

Come on, Sol, say it, you’d hate to see her away!

I’d hate to see her dead, is all.

That too… tell me, how did it feel to be touched by her?

I can feel you grinning, Fredrick, stop it. It felt like acid.

Did it? That’s weird, I felt a certain longing-

Shut up!

 

I sat up and lit a cigarette. Walking into the kitchen and watching as her hair crawled to a knife. Damn.

 

I glared at her and put the knife right where it belonged. In the drawer, not on her wrist.

 

“Tell me, Rage, ever tried killing yourself?” It would be wise to know if you were suicidal, wouldn’t want to come home and find you dead or something.

She rolled to her back and studied me.  “Every day.” Damn, on her back… Che… everyday she says, don’t we all?

I just hope my eyes kept the stray feeling.exe file hidden. “Well, stop doing that.” I started to walk out, “It’s annoying.”

 

Damn, I need sleep.

 

“I’m going to sleep, don’t wake me.” I just hate it when a program is terminated and needs to be restarted. Without hearing an answer I plopped on the couch and shut my eyes.

 

System shutting down in three seconds

 

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I heard sobbing before I actually understood what it was. My eyes refused to open at first, but the gasp that echoed from the bedroom woke me up. I sat groggily, not fully functional yet, and paddled to where Rage was crying.

 

I rested my head on the door frame and watched as she squirmed in her sleep, sobbing and begging for somebody to ‘stop it’. Whatever the hell ‘it’ was. I walked over, the floor was damn cold, and put my hand on her bare shoulder.

 

”You don’t touch me, Rage.” Damn, I was really angry back then, I think I probably hurt her.

 

“Rage.” She gasped and squirmed more, escaping my hand. “Rage.” I growled.

 

“Stop. it hurts.” She writhed and cried more, her cheeks and nose flushed.

 

“Wake up.” I shook her shoulder not so gently and saw a flash of utter horror in her eyes when they opened. “It’s a dream.” Damn dreams.

 

Mine and hers. Keeps waking me up.

 

Th- thank you.” She sat up and wiped her tears with her hands.

I shook my head and lazily padded to the door.

“Sol…” don’t say it that way, it wakes the beast that scratched the inside of my chest. “Stay with me for a while.”

I’m not going anywhere, babe. “Why.”

“Because if you don’t I’ll find the closest sharp thing and…” she sighed and shook her head. “No, never mind, sorry… I… never mind.”

I sighed. “You wanna sleep, without the dreams?” I frowned at her, my eyes were sensitive to the light that shone through the window.

Her eyes shone, they were rimmed in red. “Can I?”  

I scratched my head and walked over to one of the smaller boxes I packed from the other apartment. I know I’m going to regret this, but for now, we both need the sleep.

 

I pulled out a small bottle and tossed it over for her “Half a pill.” She fumbled and the glass bottle slipped, I watched in disinterest as the bottle toppled to the floor, but then was caught in the last second by her hair.      

 

The woman had three more limbs.

 

She broke the pill with her teeth and popped the half into her mouth before sealing the bottle shut. “This wouldn’t kill me, would it?”

No but I would if you start sobbing again. “No.”

She sighed and rolled her head. It was already working. In an instant she was asleep and as dead as a log.

 

That damn Albino knew his thing. I should start to actually give him his money.

 

I walked over to the nightstand and looked for the instructions. There were none, damnit it was a drug… I shook my head and willed the dizziness to go away. She was already asleep. I touched her hair and expected at least a twitch, none came. Her eyes weren’t even rolling. All the better. I pushed the blankets away and pulled the shirt a little so I can see how her injured ribs were.

 

Just the same if not better.

 

I threw the blankets carelessly over her and plopped back on the couch to catch some sleep, the clock struck four.

 

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Damnitdamnitmdamnit.

 

I groaned and sat up, demons in my head. Who the hell was making all that racket! My system shot energy everywhere, which distracted everything, and it made me a not-so happy man.

 

I was never a happy man when I woke up.

 

I could practically feel the bags building under my eyes, there was shattered glass in the bedroom, damn.

 

A certain Albino was kneeling over a sleeping Millia and studying her face like she was sleeping beauty.  He scratched his silver hair and made a face. “Augh it’s a woman!! She’s sleeping too, wouldn’t even put up a fight. Damn! Just when I thought I had her!” I could practically see the way he threw those metal stars on my window and pretended he was super Sayan or something. “Auh well, Mito would tell me where to find another one anyway.” He shrugged and turned to walk out the window. “Wonder where he gets the info, man I need some pills. Augh..” he jumped off.

 

Damn.

 

Only one thing left to do. I pushed the blankets and made myself comfortable right there next to her, in case the right assassin decides to come by, I’ll be we awake.

 

At least I hope so. I’m not getting a damn thing done around here.

 

End of chapter nineteen.

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