Chapter Six: Awkward

Natasha POV

I didn't want to move, my body hurt everywhere. I rolled over, groaning. I peeled my eyes open, to see Kyle. 

"What's wrong?"  He asked.

"Well I should be asking you why I hurt, this was probably your fault." Another round of pain shuddered my body, making the migraine worse. I whimpered. 

"owww..." I mumbled. 

"Sit up." Kyle ordered. I did as I was told, and sat up, Immediately getting light headed. I started to fall back over, until I realized Kyle was sitting behind me. I leaned my back against his chest, turning my head up to look at him. 

Kyle put the back of his hand on my forehead.

"You have a fever." He said simply. 

"Wow..." I said, laughing. My brain suddenly went blurry. Kyle's face turned to one of confusion. 

"You good?" He asked. I started to feel drunk. With the back of my head still leaned against Kyle's chest I grabbed his jaw in both my hands. I kissed his chin, and giggled. Literally giggled. Kyle removed my hands from his face, and scowled at me, his face a crimson. 

"Stop," he said "This isn't you."

I sat on my knees across from him, tilting my head.

"Can I touch your hair?" I said. My still conscious version said "Hell no" But this new, not afraid of anything version wanted to touch his hair.

He looked at me glaring, folding his arms over his chest, but surprisingly enough, he nodded, face still red. I grinned wildly lunging over to him. 

He flinched backwards, scared like. I had no time to think about this, cause I had to touch his hair, and his ears, ooh I wanted to touch his ears too. 

I got really close to him, almost nose to nose. Then experimentally, I lifted my hand and stuck my fingers in his hair. It was softer than expected, but still had many knots in it. At this point in time, I didn't take into consideration as to where Kyle's face was. I got on my knees, and started to play with his hair.

"What?!" I heard Liam say. I looked over to him in the bed next to the one I was on. His face was one of shock.

"Hey buddy," I said. "Ooh your hair looks soft too." I moved my arms to touch Liam's hair too, only to find my hands stuck in Kyle's. I looked down to his face, to see his entire face heated and red. 

But he sat there, eyes glued forward. I Sat down, hands still stuck to Kyle. I made a pouty lip. Seriously what the hell is wrong with you. I said to myself unable to control my actions.

Kyle finally moved at that point, taking my hands out of his hair with ease. We stared at each other eye level for a minute, until Liam said.

"Did you drug her?!" Kyle looked over to him. 

"Why would I do that?!" He retorted. I sat there, head turning to the both of them as they spoke.

"Kyyyy, I want doughnuts." I said, interrupting them. Kyle looked at me, then at Liam, that poor 8 year old didn't know what was happening. Kyles eyes widened like a little light bulb went on over his head. 

He then got on his knees, and did a similar thing as I did, except he seemed to be looking for something. He found it and all I heard was a loud pop, along with goo leaking down the side of my face, and a horrible headache.

"Is that better?" Kyle asked, sitting on his knees, hands covered in goo. I blinked being able to control myself again. I covered my face with my hands.

"Ooohhh my god, I am so sorry."

"It's fine…"

"What was that?" I asked, relieving the tension and feeling the goo in my hair. 

"That was a cimex. It takes over your brain slowly, making you loopy in the process." Kyle responded. Looking down at the floor, the tips of his ears red.

"ugh, I need to take a shower, stay here." I walked over to my bag of things and got out another t-shirt along with a long sleeve shirt., along with some jeans. Heading over to the bathroom door, I looked at Kyle. He was splayed across the bed, staring at the ceiling.

"I'll get you back." I said, getting Kyle's attention. "I'll pay you back for how nice you have been to me." I walked into the bathroom, rubbing to get the goo out of my hair, I noticed my forehead tingles where Kyle had put his hand to my head. 

Well that's odd... I thought. I got in the shower, feeling the hot water, sink into my skin. I sighed, This was all confusing, I would have to get more information from Kyle later. 

Kyle POV

She grabbed my jaw, kissing my chin. The memory kept replaying in my mind. She massaged my hair in silence as I looked straight, trying to avoid her body that was in front on my face.I covered my face, knowing it was red. I was laying down on the bed, when I heard a voice say;

"Who are you?" Liam asked.

I looked over at the boy, his face showed no emotion. He stared directly at me. He strongly reminded me of someone…

"I'm Kyle." I said. I got up and sat next to the young boy, putting my head in my hands. I felt a light tap on my shoulder. I looked to face Liam.

"Why?" He said simply.

"Why what?" I responded.

"Why did you choose her?" Then it hit me. He knew. This small boy knew what demons were. Then I knew who he reminded me of. 

A Demon Slayer.

Liam POV

Something was off, I had seen many demons before, but none were like this. They would usually antagonize girls, and take advantage of them. I was a demon slayer. I was told to take the lives from them, To free the people they had taken.

Ever since I knew who Natasha's father was, I knew I had to kill the demon race. I found a way to become an undercover demon slayer. Even at such a young age.

I looked at the young man beside me, taking in his appearance. His face was red, as he tried to cover it with his hands. I could tell that he was a demon, first he kept appearing out of nowhere, second he had pointy ears, which is usually the only thing to tell Demons apart from Humans. He didn't know how to handle his feelings. He was different from the other demons and I could feel it. I could easily tell he was a knight, due to the tattoo on the back of his neck. He froze after I asked him the question. That's when I noticed another thing.

He's not as dumb as he looks.

Natasha POV

Whyyyyy? I'm so damn awkward. And apparently I get addicted to hair? After I entered the bathroom, I looked at my hands, remembering how friggin soft Kyles hair was, I then covered my face in my hands. 

After taking a quick shower, I put my clothes on, A black long sleeve shirt, with a printed t-shirt on top. I sighed looking at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was a wet mess as It trailed halfway down my back.

My face was a light color, with a slight pink on my lips. I remembered Kyle comforting me after the thing with the traourterrour. How he was just as awkward as me, as he ran his fingers through my hair. I sighed, turning towards the door.

I opened the door and realized what time it was, we had to leave in 5 minutes. I turned to see the boys sitting side by side, sitting in an awkward silence.

"Come on, time to leave pheasants." I said packing up my clothes, Kyle came over and patted my head awkwardly, entering my mind. I winced at the headache, that started forming again. Liam came over.

"You okay natty?" He asked. I Patted his head (A lot of head patting) Then blinked.

"Daaamn your hair's soft too." I said. Liam looked at me strangely. I coughed,

"Yah, I'm fine bud. Don't you worry." I picked up the last of the luggage. 

"Lets go get breakfast." i said, breaking the already awkward silence. We were walking out to the car when I heard;

"Why do you have a weird hair fetish?" Kyle said, still in my mind. 

"What? No I don't." I could practically feel Kyle shrug.

"Yah okay sure. Whatever you say." I harrumphed. 

"No chicken nuggets for you." I said.

"What?! You really are a monster."