Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Gifted Moon Academy ❯ Ki'iro is Back ( Chapter 33 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Ki'iro sighed as he had been moving about the village. He had yet to find anyone here with any "special abilities". He couldn't exactly go walking around asking "Hey, do you by chance happen to be demonically gifted or otherwise?". He flicked his hair behind his ear. Lines of stress had appeared underneath his eyes and across his face.
Not a few minutes later, a taxicab pulled up next to him. "Hello," a voice called from the inside of the cab.
"Hello," Ki'iro replied, suspicion in his voice. "Who may I ask, am I speaking to?"
"Oh don't be silly boy! Get in the car, we're taking you back!" The woman's voice demanded. Recognizing this voice (in this tone), he opened the cab door and sat next to the woman. The drive back to the school was silent, his eyes had slightly glazed over. The majority of his power had diminished from not using them or excersizing. A heavy sigh trailed out from his lips as they pulled up to the gate.
The taxicab drove them straight to the door. The woman immediately departed towards the upper levels of the school. Ki'iro clenched his hands into fists as he pressed his way into the halls of the school.

Nakya had spent the whole time Ki'iro had been gone in her closet with the door closed. She only ventured out for food, water and the bathroom. She had been waiting here for him to come after her, so he could wrap his arms around her and tell her everything was alright, it had just been a bad dream. But, he hadn't come for her. The day before, she had finally realized he wasn't coming back. Not for her.. not for anything. She had pulled herself out of the closet and cleaned herself up. Walking through the halls, she noticed a cab pull up and watched the headmistress run out. She didn't think anything of it though. She didn't think much of anything now. As she made her way through the halls, she caught a glimpse of someone familiar. Ki'iro. What was he doing back here? He wasn't supposed to be. She bit her lip so hard, she made it bleed. Sighing softly, she sat down, her back against the wall.

As Ki'iro walked through the halls, he noticed nobody. The halls seemed extremely empty and lifeless. Silently, he wondered where everyone had gone. He hadn't been gone for very long, a few days, maximum. His body tensed as he saw Nakya against a wall. His fists clenched even harder, his fingernails dug into his skin, causing blood to drip to the floor. He stared at her, not moving a muscle. The lines of stress bore deeper impressions into his skin. He looked to be in his twenties now. Tears streamed down his cheeks, and rolled off the tip of his chin. As he looked away from her, he made a low grunting noise.
Nakya had looked up in time to see him looking away. She felt tears spring to her eyes but she quickly brushed them away. He looked older. More attractive, and she hated him for that. Seeing blood dripping from his hands, she sighed softly. Standing up, she walked over to him. Reaching up, she gently wiped away his tears. Taking his fists in her hands, she rubbed them softly until they loosened and opened up. Tearing a couple strips of fabric of her dress, she tied them around his palms, stopping the blood from dripping. Leaning forward, she whispered into his ear before kissing his cheek gently.
"I'm sorry.."
Letting her hand linger on his a moment longer, she continued on her way out the front door. Sitting on the front steps, she buried her face in her hands, letting a single tear roll down her face.
Ki'iro didn't move as she touched him, didn't move as she tied his hand. Quickly, he moved away from her and headed down the hallway. Ki'iro had no motive to see Nakya again, seeing her just caused him pain now. He couldn't be with her anymore, she needed to be happy now- without him. Quickly, he headed for the cafeteria, he needed to eat some decent food
Nakya knew he hated her now. Seeing him again made her want to embrace him, kiss him, make everythng okay. She knew, however, that there was no going back this time. She had messed everything up for the last time. As she sat outside in the cold, her stomach let out a low growl. Sighing softly, she stood up and made her way back inside to the cafeteria. Walking inside the cafeteria, she saw Ki'iro again. A pretty frown graced her lips. Grabbing a plate, she filled it with fruit then made her way to a table, two tables away from him. If he wanted to talk to her, he would come over. She was done chasing after men. Biting into a juicy strawberry, a tiny bit of juice ran down her lp. Flicking her tongue out, she licked it up before it reached her chin.



After everyone left, the glowing stopped. Rinsi noticed that she was very much exhausted now, both physically and emotionally. True, the nightmare had ended, at least the living one, but it left behind fear and stress that she really didn't want to feel again. She collapsed to her floor and curled up into a fetal position again, mostly for comfort. As she began to drift to sleep, she silently wondered if Tahtsu was going to return, and, if he did, would he still want to be with her? Or would he push her away, or even bully her like everyone else did? It was a thought she didn't like, but at the same time it wouldn't go away, and even drifted into her restless, terrifying dreams.

Just before the door could close, Cecil wondered outside her room. S/he knew that Rinsi would send thanks later, but for now was far too terrified to do so, and would be very exhausted soon, especially after such a burst of pure energy. S/he decided to follow the nice man that had saved Rinsi, so that s/he could think him for his mistress.


Sighing heavily, Ki'iro sat up from his bed. Nobody had moved into his room since he had left. In a sad way, it upset him. His face was completely emotionless, and hard as stone. He had no reason to even be here now. Slipping into one of his old ripped shirts and comfortable jeans that formed to his body, he walked into the hallway and quickly headed towards the Music room. Reaching the room quickly, he picked up a nearby violin. Sighing, he regretted not having his own. His heart sank as he realized his life was crumbling around him. Quickly trying to forget, he began playing the violin which wasn't his.
After waking up in her bed after a restful sleep, Nakya had showered and dressed long ago. Wandering the halls, she heard a violin coming from the music room. She sighed softly as she thought about Ki'iro, and how he loved the violin. She hadn't seen Ki'iro since the cafeteria the day before. She figured he had probably left, and that she would be safe peeking into the music room. She made her way there quickly and leaned against the door frame before looking up and seeing Ki'iro. It hurt her to see him but she hated not talking to him. Refusing to speak to him first, she leaned her head against the wall and closed her eyes, humming softly along with the music.
Ki'iro continued to play, but would never let himself get lost in his music again. He played emotionlessly, the music still sounded beautiful, but lacked his soul. Turning his head as he heard someone humming, he assumed it was Nakya. Seeing her, his fears were confirmed.
"Hmph," he shrugged softly.
His violin song skipped a beat as he thought about Nakya and their relationship. His heart sunk, turning his violin song into a sickly mood. His song was so drenched with depression, and its message carried throughout the halls.
Watching Ki'iro's reaction to her presence and hearing the change in the song, she smirked prettily.
"So it's true then. You don't care anymore.."
Her tone was void of any emotion; it seemed almost dead. She crossed her arms, waiting for a response she knew would most likely never come. She didn't know what she had done wrong, but she was beyond the point of caring. If he had to leave her, by leaving the school completely, he was less of a man then she had previously thought. It wasn't that she hated him. No, she still loved him. She wouldn't, however, let him back inside ever again. She would make him realize exactly how it felt.
Ki'iro stopped playing suddenly, his violin produced a squeak as he violently pulled his bow across the strings of the instrument. Standing up quickly, he threw the violin across the room. It hit the wall with a crack as it dented the wall itself and the violin shattered.
"Don't you dare say that I don't care about you," he said simply, his pain apparent on his face.
He didn't offer to hold up his stone facade to her. It angered him that she didn't seem to care at all. But he deserved it.
Nakya continued smirking.
"I just did and getting mad or upset over something someone has said or done, won’t change it. Trust me."
She kept her arms folded, and didn't flinch when he threw the violin or when it smashed.
"Was that really necessary? It was a beautiful instrument. I highly doubt it ever did anything to you."
She fixed Ki'iro with a cool, calm gaze. Inside, her heart was aching just being near him but on the surface, she was able to hold it together, making anyone around think she didn't care for him at all. It was the way she wanted it. He had hurt her and nothing would ever change that. He could think what he wanted about her. It didn't matter anymore.
"It was definately necessary," he said as he calmed himself. Regaining his composure, his face turned back to stone.
"I'm glad you don't care about me, Nakya." he spat at her.
Turning to face her, he stood inches from her face. And being taller than her, his figure dwarfed over hers. A smirk crept across his face as his body twitched for a moment. His voice changed a bit, deeper, more smooth. He reached his hand up to her chin and touched her face delicately, running his fingertips from her chin to her ears. He flicked her hair from her face and smiled again.
"Hate me," he said simply.
Moving his hand from her face, he didn't move his body. Ki'iro silently chewed on the inside of his cheek, awaiting her reaction. Something about her, something was so different. Perhaps she really didn't care? But, he had an extremely hard time believing that.
Nakya rolled her eyes at his comment about it being necessary.
"You do seem to like breaking beautiful things, so I suppose it would seem necessary to you."
She covered her mouth delicately with one hand, trying to smother a small giggle.
"Do you really expect me to believe that you're glad? I know you better than that Ki'iro."
As she lowered her hand, he moved closer to her and she had to look up at him. As his fingertips trailed softly from her chin to her ears, she opened her mouth to protest but found her eyes closing. Her eyes remained closed for a moment longer, before her tail snapped in annoyance and her eyes flew open and quickly narrowed.
"Do not touch me again. You broke me once and you will never do it again."
Turning on her heel, she quickly made her way to the staircase leading upstairs. Sitting on the bottom step, she buried her face in her hands. She still loved him; still wanted him so bad. She couldn't allow herself to believe his lies once more though. He had won once, but he wouldn't win again. As she ran her fingertips along where his had just been, she closed her eyes and a few silent tears rolled down her face.
Ki'iro let a soft chuckle escape his lips before exiting the room. He shoved his hands into his pockets and quickly headed towards his room.