Chapter 6

                                    

                                          
"Sit still."
                          
"It itches."
                          
"I didn't ask if it itched, I asked you to sit still so I don't mess up."
                          
I stared in the mirror as he snipped away at my hair, watching his calm and focused expression as I adjusted the fabric of my shirt.
                          
"You're taking a shower when I'm done by the way."
                          
"But I-"
                          
"No arguments."
                          
"Fine."
                          
"You'll wear my clothes after as well until I actually take you to get new ones."
                          
"Ok."
                          
He glanced at me in the mirror, a little worried looking before he set down the scissors and ruffled my much shorter hair.
                          
"You're being quiet. Talk to me."
                          
"I'm good, thanks."
                          
"Your wings are droopy and you keep staring at me. What's up?"
                          
I just pulled my knees up to my chest and flapped my wings softly. Barely enough to lift them.
                          
"You know.", he walked in front of me and sat down on the counter. "I could walk out of this bathroom and let you cry in the shower but I've decided that I'm not gonna do that, okay?"
                          
I didn't look at him.
                          
"I know what you're thinking, Keigo. I thought it too when I found out I wasn't the only one. And let me tell you, chasing something for so long doesn't mean you'll be happy when you find it."
                          
"What do you mean?"
                          
"I mean, you're doubting yourself. You're doubting me. You don't think any of this is real, do you?"
                          
"I'm scared I'll wake up and you'll be gone."
                          
"Yea well that won't happen."
                          
"Shouldn't you be doing your own thing? You don't seem like the caring type."
                          
"I'm really not.", he laughed. "But you're the only person I know now so I might as well treat you with care, right? Especially when we both feel so similar."
                          
"Doubt it."
                          
"I was actually scared to talk to you so I didn't. I was lonely too, okay?"
                          
"Then why were you scared?"
                          
"Not sure.", he shrugged. "But that doesn't matter. I made myself less lonely by making you happy. Or at least trying to."
                          
"You don't know me.", I shook my head and lifted it up to finally look at him. "Why would you try to make me happy?"
                          
Once I saw the calm smile on his face, I felt my heartbeat slow a little, any doubt or anxiety in my mind sinking down to my feet. 
                          
"Don't know. It was worth a shot though, right? I remember that I had a panic attack when I first saw you. Had no idea what to do or say. So I just hid and watched."
                          
"Stalker.", I muttered.
                          
"You did the same thing though. When you saw me, you tried to hide."
                          
"That's fair."
                          
"So. Do me a favor okay? I know it's a long shot but let's give it a try?", he held a hand out, smiling weakly. "We're the last ones left so let's at least try to get along."
                          
"Okay..."
                          
"Good.", he hopped down and threw a towel at me. "I'll bring you clothes for when you get out."
                          
"Oh uh y-yea."
                          
He shut the door, leaving me to take a shower in peace. Warm water was nice but I still couldn't get the feeling of cut hair off of me completely. 
                          
When I got out, a set of comfortable looking clothes was set on the counter. It was really just grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt with some kind of weird emo design on it.
                          
I noticed he's already cut holes in the back of it for my wings, which made me smile a little.
                          
I could also smell him cooking.
                          
He must like cooking.
                          
I quickly got dressed and walked back out into his room, sitting on the bed and knocking my feet together out of boredom.
                          
I was a little scared to explore the rest of the house so instead, I explored the room. Firstly, his closet.
                          
I quietly opened the door and ran my eyes over about five posters of me just on the inside of the door.
                          
What a liar.
                          
I bit my tongue to keep from smiling as I flipped through his clothes.
                          
Does he ever wear anything but black?
                          
I heard him coming upstairs and quickly shut the closet, sitting back down on the bed.
                          
"Come here. Sora's been whining ah the stairs for an hour wanting you to pet her."
                          
"Sorry!", I jumped up and followed him downstairs, sitting down on the last step and giving Sora the ear scratches she deserved.
                          
"Dinner will be ready in like five minutes by the way."
                          
"I thought you said you wouldn't cook for me often."
                          
"Yea well....whatever."