Rosanna's P. O. V:
I was having a fever. The worst I've ever had. A myriad of cold and heat coursing through my body. I was in so much discomfort, I felt suffocated. Like someone snapped my air supply off.
My panting rose as I struggled to scratch the itch on my neck. It was one super disturbing feeling. But I just didn't seem to be scratching it well...
Maybe I was bleeding. I felt sticky liquid from the area I scratched. But the itch was terrible.
"Hold her, Kairos!" I heard a distinctive voice coming from above.
Where am I?
...
A sigh escaped my lips as I felt my whole body fall into a comfortable state.
I could stay here for hours.
.
Slowly, I blinked my eyes open. Staring blankly at the midnight blue walls as the jumbled memories invaded my head.
Five seconds passed in silence.
Okay, hold up.
"What the f*ck?"
Something moved at my back and I became aware of my position and the large arm squeezing my body.
Jolting up in shock, I yelped in pain as my entire body ached.
Did I run a marathon? Even Kairos' training didn't have this much of an aftereffect.
F*ck, my soul itself felt heavy.
"Relax," I turned my head to Kairos who pressed my shoudlers down gently on the bed.
The area by which he touched me, bringing my alerted senses to the burning sensation of his contact.
Was Kairos a natural painkiller? The desire to hold him seemed to be the answers to my pains. And indeed, wherever we touched, I felt my body ease up in that area.
I stared blankly.
Should I attempt slapping him, ask what happened or sleep?
I'm tired. Sincerely tired.
Drowsiness made me yawn. And seeing my action, Kairos chuckled before leaning over me to get a glass of blue glittering liquid by my bedside.
"Drink." He said, raising my head up as he brought the glass close to my lips.
"It will help restore your strength and mediate the pain."
I couldn't help but be more bothered about our close proximity than whatever is going on. Those golden eyes looked so... Warm?
Obediently, I opened my lips, hesitantly taking a gulp of the gel like liquid.
It's not poison, is it?
If he wanted me dead, I wouldn't be here... Or it could be torture, though.
The liquid was surprisingly tasteless and didn't give off any weird smell or any smell at all.
And magically, I felt more clear-headed and gradually strengthened.
When I was done, Kairos dropped my head rudely, placing the glass by the bedside table.
"Hungry?" He asked as I stared up at his pretty face.
Actually... No.
"Is this my final moment of peace?" I blurted out.
"No. And I think we both have some explaining to do. I'll go first?" Peering down at me, his eyes darkened to a deeper shade of gold.
Kairos was usually unpredictable whenever his eyes turned shades deeper.
"Sure." I responded, wondering where this will go. And if curiosity would kill me before he did.
I honestly need to know what the fudge happened!
He leaned on his side of the bed and started. And for the first few words, I thought it was a confession. But no. I'm just not smart and a hopeless rom- what? Me? Him? No.
"First day I saw you, I knew you weren't supposed to be here. I did research on you and found your records plain or blank. It was too suspicious and it's obvious you're... A stranger. There was no variable such as you.
I approached you when you resumed and confirmed by your reaction and words that you had a hidden motive. But at that time, I knew the initial curiosity I felt had evolved to something else. Too fast, too unreasonable.
You being in a close range by me during combat class made me feel a strange desire. Then Drake informed me he found you suspicious and suggested I take a look. Or... Eliminate you. Preferably by myself.
I came over with the intention to kill those desires and possibly kill a threat such as yourself. However, transforming to my other side as a precaution backfired. I lost control and marked you. It's pretty obvious, you're my fated mate."
I turned my head to look at Kairos and found he was staring at me. So it was a life threat turn love story? Should I feel sad or lucky?
And can we stop this conversation to argue about the fact Kairos almost killed me just cause I was a threat?!
Bloody psychopath!
Looking away, I muttered. "Well, wow."
I'm speechless. Entirely speechless. It's got to be true, though. The mates thing.... The influence I felt with Kairos is not normal. And from his explanation, that's highly likely.
"Why... Why was my condition bad, though?" I asked. I don't know much about 'Fated Mates' but I do know I wasn't supposed to wake up in pain or faint after being marked.
Kairos responded, quelling my doubts. "Having a fated mate does not necessarily imply being someone's official mate. A fated mate is someone who fate has brought to you as highly suitable. And of course, the attraction comes from 'fate'. Forcefully but with choice. Over time, the desire to be official mates increase.
Still, certain feelings cannot be forced. Attraction can but not feelings. By marking you without the complete requirements of mating, which includes having a certain mutual range of feelings, our pact was not balanced and therefore caused spiritual damage to the significantly weaker pair. It was a backfire to our desires."
Oh... Normal mates usually decide who they love or feel attracted to as compared to fated mates. But... In Kairos' explanation, it's still a choice.
"Why did you do it, then?" I pressed. A little dummy in me wondering if he desired me that much.
I mean, it shouldn't be that 'uncontrollable'. You must willingly decide to be influenced. And... I felt a bit giddy at that thought.
He wants me...? Wait, what am I thinking? ...Must be the bond.
"My other half placed me under massive influence. It came suddenly and I guess I... lost control. Sorry, Rosanna." Kairos said, his brows slightly knitted.
I let the silence and words sink in before responding to Kairos' apologies.
"I'm definitely not happy. But I can't hold a serious grudge. Nor can I beat the sh*t out of you. Still, the mating is temporary, right?"
I don't think we completely marked each other. According to the book-
My face heated up.
No, Jael, pure thoughts! You're a banana-
-Hey. Banana, you say?
Gosh darn, shut up!
Kairos laid on his sides and began rubbing my head. My lips parted in shock but I indulged in the pleasurable sensation of his fingers moving carelessly around my hair and scalp.
Like a massage of some sort.
"Temporarily, yes. The time frame... I can't tell. It varies for each individual. But if I get a steady supply of your blood, I can't guarantee it will end early." Kairos said.
...
Well, mama can't think no more. Can't believe this dude is still interested in my blood. F*cking beast.
Clearing his throat, Kairos reminded me. Taking his hand off my hair, he said. "I think it's your turn of the story."
With a grim expression, I responded. "I can't reveal the details because I have a soul imprint that will eliminate me upon breaking that code. But I can tell certain things.
One, I have been sent here by something to go negate your butterfly effects which will bring greater damage than before. I'm not yet sure what the damage is... but I will know as time goes on.
Two, I know most things about your past life. That's all I can reveal."
End of story for me.
"I see." Kairos muttered.
Standing up, he walked to the door of the wide room. Bringing my attention to this new area I'm in. It was a beautiful spacious room but Kairos was more beau-
Simp!
I scowled at my thoughts, glad his back was turned to me.
"Have a good rest, Rosa. You're exempted from your classes till whenever."
Kairos turned to me with his hand on the doorknob. "We'll talk more later. If you do resume your classes, be sure to continue attending mine."
"...Yeah." I said with an awkward expression.
That's my teacher right there... Mental cringe. And so my list of secrets pile up.
Should I also be glad seventeen- that neglected age, has become the new legal age? With the evolution of humanity and some 'odd' exposures, the age of adulthood has been cut off by one.
That's acceptable... A normal teenage life is not exactly normal in this world. And maturity standards are higher than the usual drinking, partying and casual s*x.
Kairos continued, "If you need anything, there are maids outside to attend to you."
I kind of didn't want him to leave but he did. And I felt more confused than clear on what happened.
Overthinking traits of 'why' to every answer didn't lead to any satisfactory end.
And I resigned to organizing my thoughts and resting before anything else.
I couldn't help but think Earth is much more far from me than the distance.
Adjusting to this world would also require a new bout of mental adventure if I go back to earth.
For a second there, I wanted to forget my return. But how do I find 'home' in this world and go back home?