"Don't get up," Lisa said in a mellow tone. It was the day after the battle with the feminine demon. Hiraku's eyes were slowly healing, though he had to use a bandage to cover them. The internal injury from the exposure to the demonic power still exuded a faint aura. Covering his eyes with the special bandage that Zack had left behind prevented the aura from hurting anyone and also quickened his healing. Lisa guided him to his bed, and he sat on it. His hands patted the bandage on his eyes with a feeling of discomfort.
"Don't touch it, or it will fall off. You're so stubborn," she said, putting his hand away with a glint of anger in her tone.
"Are you mad at me?" Hiraku asked, his left hand tugging at her top. She looked at him solemnly, wanting nothing more than to hug him. She sat down next to him. Hiraku couldn't see, but he could tell when his hand brushed her left leg that she was wearing a skater skirt.
"I'm not mad at you, Hira," she said, twirling her hair with her left hand over her ear, her voice quirky and calm.
"I'm actually mad at myself. I should have followed you, I..." Hiraku placed his index finger on her lips. He was closer to her than ever. His finger slowly traced her lips.
"You're always with me." Hiraku said with a hush tone. He moved close to her and lay his head on her laps. Lisa froze, slightly shocked at his move. Yes they were close,but she knew him to be the principled type. Laying on her laps in his bedroom was somewhat awkward,but wasn't a romantic gesture always awkward for first-timers. Hira was her first and she was his first. She relaxed her body and slowly placed her left hand on his hair twirling it in an upright motion.
"You make me nervous all the time. I don't know if that's good or bad." Lisa said,her voice gentle and warm."I know one thing is certain: i'll always be with you,in every battle and in every choice you make."
Hiraku's heart beat quickened.He knew it was the right time to confess what he felt."thank the heavens mom isn't home" he thought to himself. Relieved about her absence for once.
"Lisa,I've always wanted to say this" His right hand touched her face with a gentle caress. "I love you Lisa Daiya. I always have and always will.
She felt the sincerity in his words.Deep in her heart she wanted to know how his lips would feel on hers. Her head slowly moved toward his,and she kissed him slowly.The intoxicating feeling was new to her,she went deeper into his lips. Hiraku lay on her laps,his right hand holding onto her face as they kissed passionately. The bandage slowly turned bluish,and disappeared into the air.
*
Mira was in her room listening to her favourite song by pink Floyd,she was not bound by culture,her taste varied with her mood. Everyone knew her as a spoilt rich brat who was egotistical, intelligent and proud. Her mother rose her that way. That one thought of being number one was the centrepiece of her life. She listened to the song and slowly she fell asleep, in her dream she felt someone kiss her neck. Everywhere was illuminated with a bright light. She saw a peculiar face appear before her. His hands slowly held onto her waist,she tried pushing him away but he held tightly onto her.
"May I have this dance?" The peculiar figure asked while extending his arm.
"Yes,my knight in shining armour" She responded and held his arm. she noticed how handsome he was,each step of the dance made her feel excited,but not the usual kind of excitement-it was more like she was sexually tensed. There was a mirror on the wall that didn't reflect any light,yet she could see herself and the perculiar male figure on it. They continued dancing,then He stopped at a spot.Still holding onto her,his face drew close to hers and was about to kiss her lips.But she sensed someone was behind her,she looked at the mirror and saw a woman's head with an eye floating next to her. The eerie appearance made a loud screech. Mira jolted up. Awake and terrified.
"What the hell!" Mira yelled, her body drenched in sweat.
"Yuck, I need to shower. I'm going to be grossed out," she said, pulling off her clothes and heading to the shower.
The warmth of the water was soothing on her skin. She closed her eyes to relieve her stress, but suddenly, an image of a teenage boy trying to kiss her flashed in her mind, and she screamed. She held her head frantically.
"Am I going crazy?" she asked under her heavy breaths. She understood it was a dream, which in most cases was normal, but this felt more like her memory trying to take her back to something she had actually experienced.
She wrapped herself in a towel and, after a while of reflecting on it, got dressed in a pink cardigan and shorts, paired with ankle boots. She was about to head out when she peered through the window and saw an old woman staring at her. The old woman's face was slightly wrinkled, and she wore a fluffy coat with a hood.
"Weirdo," Mira said with a hiss and shut the window, drawing the curtain.
The old woman grunted and began chanting a spell. Her index and middle fingers glowed red as she slowly placed both fingers on her forehead. A sad expression filled her face. She pulled the hood over her head and hid behind a bus, watching Mira walk into the distance. The old woman shook her head slowly, as though regretting why she was there. After a moment of watching her, she disappeared into a dark astral projection.