|| Chapter 4 ||

I was feeling more uncomfortable than I ever have before. Touma looked just about ready to decapitate Skylar. "No puedo creerte, CONFIÉ en ti…" Touma said in a too calm voice. It was menacing. I felt as if I was intruding on something, so I stopped staring and looked around the room. I saw nothing, it was just an act. I was totally listening to them. "Listen, I did it for a reason-" Skylar tried to explain, but Touma interrupted. "I don't care what excuse you have, just shut up and listen to me." Skylar furrowed his brow, "But-"

"Do I need to say it in spanish? SILENCIO. CALLARSE LA BOCA." Touma hissed. Skylar clamped his jaw shut and quieted. "As a punishment, I will make you…" Touma narrowed his eyes and looked thoughtfully at me. I glared at him, what was he planning to do to me? "You will take care of Nisshoku,"

I widened my eyes, "Take care of yourself." I snapped at Skylar.

"A feisty one," Skylar tried to joke. Touma met it with cold, hard, silence. Skylar glanced sheepishly at Touma then beckoned for me to follow. I didn't move. Touma growled at me to go, but I just stood there, my arms crossed and a flat frown on my face. Skylar glanced again at Touma and he grunted. Skylar stalked over to me and grabbed my arm. "Don't touch me…um, estúpido." He raised an eyebrow and grabbed my waist. I screeched as he lifted me up. I was lying on his shoulder. I pounded his back and demanded to be let down. We entered a room with multiple beds and he finally-finally-let me down. I stood there glowering furiously and he took in a shuddering breath. "Look, I'm sorry, I just- just needed to get away from Touma."

"Why? So he won't pound you?" I spat. He grinned a goofy grin and his dark hair flopped over his face. He brushed it out of the way and beckoned to a door on the other side of the room. "Don't go in there." I wasn't planning on going in there, but now I was super curious. "Why?" I asked. He saddened and blinked. "That is where mi hermano y mi madre died."

"I-I'm so sorry." I was definitely staying out of a room with corpses in it. He shrugged and put on a hoodie. The hoodie said, "Totally Professional Healer" I frowned. Why would he wear something like that? Whatever. He pulled out a bedsheet and laid it on a bed. "This is your bed," He grunted. I mumbled thanks and sat down stiffly. He walked over to another bed with stuff on it and fell on it with a sad sigh. "Será mejor que nos vayamos a la cama, cariño." I stared at him. As if he realized I didn't understand, he repeated it-in English this time. "We better go to bed, sweetie."

Sweetie? "Uh, yeah…"

Awkward…

I laid in the bed and settled down. He turned off the light and I stared at the roof. Wait, why wasn't I trying to escape? Because I trusted Touma. I answered myself. Do I still trust him? I mean, I don't even know him. I turned my head to the side and watched Skylar's chest rise and fall back down. Did I trust Skylar? I had no idea. Sure, I felt bad for him, but I also didn't know him either. I just realized that Skylar had turned his head to me as well. He couldn't tell, but my eyes were open. I noticed how calm and tense he looked at the same time. His words came floating back to haunt me though. "We better go to bed, sweetie." Sweetie. Why did that kick my heart rate up? I can NOT have a crush on my…my…my KIDNAPPER. KIdnapped. That's what happened to me. I shifted my leg and immediately winced. How could I have forgotten I was shot in the leg? I freaking walked from who knows where-to a city that was MILES away! How did I forget? It would be really embarrassing if I got blood on his stuff. But was I going to just turn on the light? Should I call his name? Should I wake him up? So I decided on sitting up. As soon as I did that, Skylar turned on the light. "What's wrong?"

"I'm bleeding." I answered, taking the blanket off. "What?" He shot up and stood at the side of my bed. "Where?" I motioned towards my leg. He grabbed my pants and I gasped in pain. He pulled them up and widened his eyes at the sight of the wound. "Let me heal it," He pleaded. I hesitated for a moment then nodded. He put his hands over it and his hands began to glow. He closed his eyes, concentrating. I gazed at his profile, tense and confident, though not too confident. When he finished, he was panting. "Thank you," I said, staring at the newly healed wound. He tried to speak but was too out of breath. "What's wrong? Don't you heal people a lot?" I asked, genuinely concerned. He took in a deep breath and managed to gasp out, "That was a-" he cut off gasping. "A big wound. I usually don't-don't heal wounds the entire way-" He tried to stand up but stumbled. I jumped up and caught him. Don't fall, don't fall, don't fall. I pleaded.

"S-sorry…" He panted. "It's okay," I grunted, my face was planted into his chest. "There must be something wrong with me…" He said. He took in a staggering breath and stood up straight. I leaned back from him, realizing how close we were. Skylar didn't seem to notice, though. He studied his hand as if it was a new species. "I can usually heal people just fine-" He stopped. Skylar turned his intense gaze on me. "Are you not a human?" He asked skeptically.

Uh. Excuse me?h

"Yes?" I answered, drawing "yes" out. "I mean, I think so? My mom was possessed by a god before I was born so-" Skylar interrupted me, "You either have ex-lives or you're a demi-god. Or you're completely human…"

"I'm completely normal!" I cried. "Human through and through!"

"Alright…well, then why is it hard to heal you?" I thought for a moment. "Maybe because I have god in me?" Skylar narrowed his eyes. "Maybe…" I shrugged, I didn't want to deal with this, I wanted to go back to sleep. I laid back down in my bed, fully aware of Skylar watching me. "Shouldn't we go back to sleep?" I asked. He nodded, blushing. "Yeah-uh, we probably should…" He turned stiffly and walked back to his bed. The lights turned off and Skylar still stood. He hesitated for a moment, then eventually went into the room where his mother and brother were. He's going to grieve. I realized. Should I go with him? No, he barely knows me. Something clicked. I shot out of my bed and grabbed my shoes. I shoved them on and took a couple steps towards the door. I was escaping! Wait, would Touma be out there? It had been a few hours, so maybe not. I shrugged and grabbed the door knob. "Where are you going?" A raspy voice asked. I jumped and whirled around. A girl with wavy blue hair and green eyes stood in front of me. Oh no, no, no. I thought. Moon was standing in front of me! Well, her ghost. Wait-SINCE WHEN COULD I SEE GHOSTS? Shaking, I asked in a small voice, "Wh-what are you doing here?" Moon chuckled, "I came to see my daughter." Oh heck no. I was NOT her daughter. "I am not your daughter!" Moon cocked her head to one side and purred, "Oh really? Then explain this." She dashed towards me incredibly fast and grabbed my arm, she drew out a knife and drew out a long cut. I gasped in pain as blood welled up. Moon dabbed at the blood and said, "Our DNA is the same, daughter." I yanked my arm away and protested. "No! It is not the same! Go away!"

Moon chuckled once again and said, "Oh, but you are my daughter, and it is the same." Moon backed away, still holding the blood-dripping knife. I took in a shuddering breath and cried out, "M-Mystery is my mother!" Moon raised a ghostly brow and growled, "According to science, you are my biological child,"

"No," I gasped. "I-no!" Moon smirked and began to say something but I interrupted her, "I'm nothing like you! I never will be!" Moon looked furious and snarled, "Ha! You will do my bidding! Or your soulmate will be dead!"

I widened my eyes. But soulmates aren't real.

"They very much are real, yes they are." Moon said. Wait what? Could she read my mind? "Have you heard the story of Alex and Felix?" She let out a raspy laugh. "Of course you have! Everyone has! They are soulmates, and also more." More? "They were my friends-Alex was my twin brother- yes they were! We were good friends, yes indeed!"

"No, they weren't! They were good guys!"

"No, no, no, they were not. Daughter. They helped me, yes they did!"

"Only because you threatened them!" I wailed. Felix was my role model, he couldn't be evil…

"But he wasn't evil, I'm not either," Moon's voice got deeper and rougher, "Everyone assumes or believes that I tried to kill Ocean because I was evil. But no! I was going mad! I am still mad!"

"Clearly!" I snapped. She ignored the comment and went on, "I was hurt, I didn't know what to do!" She sighed. "When I was extremely young, we were on a train, me, my "mother" and Ocean, to be exact. The train was being attacked! Yes indeed it was! A demon or something came into our train cart. He had gloves with long sharp claws on them. His veins glowed black. He was evil all around. And he was also my soulmate…" Moon shook herself and went on, "He apparently knew we were soulmates. He wanted to make me evil so we could live together. Yes indeed he did. Alas, it failed, yes indeed it did. He grabbed my arm and dug the claws in. I screamed and my so-called-mother…" She swallowed, "My mother abandoned us. I never saw her again no matter how hard I searched. My veins turned into a nasty black and Ocean attacked him. He ran away, leaving me. If he had finished it, I would have been okay. But Ocean stopped him. So I writhed on the floor, going mad. Because he didn't finish, voices in my head screamed at me. Telling me to run, to hide, to kill, to get out. But the strongest voice…the voice that followed me everywhere said, 'get revenge'. So I did. I tried, at least. I did, yes I did." She began to fade and I stared, wide-eyed as she disappeared into thin air. But she said as she left, "I will see you soon, daughter."