Gemme: Painful RelationsMature

“Too much information,” I mumble as I placed the chair back in the corner of the room. What was going to happen next? I would like to raid that anti-zodiac place and kill them all, I thought about it for a moment before seeing a black cat in the window, looking at me with sad eyes, “Cosmos! I forgot all about you.” I grinned as I opened the window, hugging the cat to my chest. I turned to the guest bathroom door as Luca emerged again giving me a strange look, looking at the cat with a quick confused glance. “This is Cosmos, he helped me save you.”

“A cat, a cat helped save me.” He pronounced the words slowly as if taking them in.

“He showed me where you were.” I nodded, realising how crazy I sounded.

"How the hell did a cat know? Or show you, for that matter."

"He must have lived there," as for the second question I tapped my head. "I'm an empath as well; I can figure pretty much what he means."

"You're not keeping him are you?" And he cares... why? Seriously what difference would it make to him?

"He followed me, it's not like he's my pet." I put the cat down and he sat next to my feet, looking up at Luca. "I can't get rid of him."

"Ugh." He looked down at the cat "fuck off. I hate cats."

Cosmos tilted his head slightly before shaking it. I laughed, "Why?" Not to mention, I hate drugs and knives but I still put up with them.

"Traumatic pet experience," he scowled, not appreciating the laughter. "Whatever. Where's my stuff?"

"Front room,” I followed him downstairs and Cosmos followed me. I bent down to Cosmos, whispering for him to come back later. He did so and left without me asking him twice. “Where’s my knife?” Luca asked after checking his bag for his stuff.

“Umm probably still in that guy...” I trailed, he sighed irritably. “Great.” Oh he so did not do that, I shook my head trying to calm down before speaking again. “"Sorry, next time I'm shot I'll try to retrieve it for you. I didn't know it was so precious." My tone was still slightly angry though.

"I didn't mean it like that, Gemme." he snapped, though nothing rattled. Guess his powers weren't all back yet. Damn it, I should be thanking him not angering him.

"I'll get you a new one, Ike's collection of swords and knives are still upstairs." I noted; I don't know why I didn't get rid of him when he left.

"No, it's fine. I'll go and get a new one later."

I wanted to lighten the mood a little before I thanked him, “you sure? He won't need them. I forbid him from using them when he cut my doll in two." I laughed slightly, but it was also slightly awkwardly.

He smiled, "yeah. I don't think Ike would appreciate me taking his stuff. And I got to like my knife," he chuckled dryly.

"Like I care what Ike thinks." I grinned, before kissing him firmly; rather randomly too. "Thank you for yesterday though."

He froze up almost instantly before stuttering, "S'ok..."

I giggled, I still found it rather cute when he froze up like that, he could do lust but not being kissed or hugged; that was a little backward. "Sorry."

He coughed and reached in his bag for his cigarettes. "It's... fine."

"Then you shouldn't be stuttering." I smiled, "I thought you could deal with that sort of thing?"

He shrugged, apparently concentrating on his cigarette. "If it leads to sex, then yeah, but that wasn't lust, was it?" he mumbled through the smoke.

No, it wasn’t. “hmm, perhaps when you get your powers back and feel better.” I don’t know why I said that but something clicked in my head that made me want sex too... damn hormones.

"Only maybe?" he huffed, "I've not slept around, just like you asked," he laughed

“It hasn't been that long! I laughed and then nodded sure then, when you get better.”

He rolled his eyes, but smiled. He gazed at his bag for a while and after a moment, I realised he was trying to lift it with telekinesis. His expression got more and more irritated in degrees, but he didn't say anything.

“Eager, aren't we?”

"It's not just that," he muttered, still staring at his bag, "I feel... ugh, I feel really vulnerable without it."

“You can't rely on your powers like that, I'm sure you don't need them that much.”

"I've known about them since I was nine or ten, and I've been practicing with them ever since I realised it was something I could control. It's a long time to have something like that for it to be suddenly taken away."

“Yeah, I know. It's okay though. They'll be back soon.”

"I don't like it," he growled. "What kind of a drug can completely take away my telekinesis?"

"I...I don't know." I muttered, "I'm sorry.”

He sighed, "It's not your fault."

"Perhaps I could try and find them?" I mumbled reaching out my hand.

Luca flinched away, shaking his head. "No!"

"But I thought you wanted them back?"

"I do, but I really don't like it when you or Ike goes in my head."

"Okay, I'm sorry, you do realise why I did it last time though?"

"No," he mumbled.

"You wouldn't wake up! If I didn't wake you up we would have both been trapped there."

"I didn't feel that one, or at least I don't remember it. I thought you meant the time before."

"Hmm?" Time, before? I wasn’t sure what he was on about I couldn’t remember clearly.

“When you went in my head before, at the train station," oh the train station, I thought that was done with.

 "I needed to make sure. I suppose I couldn't handle the truth." After all, the truth is harsh.

 "No, well, you can understand why I don't like you or your brother in my head. Every time you have, neither of you have been particularly gentle." he muttered bitterly.

"Both times I have, they have been urgent. I promise to be careful this time; and you know my brother is an idiot." Every time I called him a name I heard him shout at me in my head. Luca however still seemed reluctant, "Okay then, you don't have to if you don't want to. I'm sorry." I looked around the room for a moment, "is there no way I could relate it to something you like?" I didn’t want to have something bad against my name, especially something I am normally so careful about.

"You know the things I like, and I doubt you'll be willing to relate it to any of them."

"Drugs... no, violence... no. I think you're right." I nodded, none of those.

"You missed one out, but you'll probably slap me if I correct you." I knew what he was on about and no I wouldn’t have slapped him, okay maybe I would have.

"I don't want to relate something you think badly of to something so good." Crap, I mean something you think is so good, oh well too late to change now.

"Sex," he laughed. He had to say it didn't he?

"I knew what you were on about!" He didn’t have to say it so clearly like that. “But yeah, I don't want to relate something you find painful to something... sex..." I knew he would only giggle it again if I didn’t say it.

"It was worth a shot," he shrugged with a grin.

"Ask me again in a little while." I winked, grinning back, in my mind I saw what happened last time I got curious and together with my hormones made me want it as much as he did.

"Okay," he laughed, lighting another cigarette. I pulled the cigarette from his hand; stubbing it out in the ash tray I kissed him again. Damn hormones. "Ooh, 'ello," he grinned, kissing back this time.

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