Gemme: Re-kindledMature

Don’t worry, let me take this one.” I nodded, I didn’t want to face this and Nigh seemed to know what she was on about, and I just hoped she was strong too. “I am. At least, I could kick his ass if he tried anything.” Okay, deal. Do your stuff. “I will.”

 I walked forwards and Luca stayed back, allowing me to sort it out. Thanks, Luca. I smiled as if I had saw Ben for the first time, “Ben, hello!” First I would play it cool, ask him if he had a good day at work then tell him. He shouldn’t be too unhappy anyway; he can find another prostitute to do his bidding.

"Hey, babe, what're you doing with Cancer?" Babe, I’m not his Babe.

"Umm... I thought you'd kinda guess." Just play it sweet.

"Don't tell me you made up?" That should be easier.

"Okay." What? He said don’t tell me, so I wasn’t gonna.

“Why did you make up with the loser?" Okay now you’re pushing it.

"Why are you so bothered?" I snapped, shouting down at him.

"Like I said before, you can do so much better than a waster like him." I could hear Gemme in my head and she was so happy I was here. She was actually crying inside our head. I’m sorry Gemme, I didn’t think of what an idiot this guy is.

"What a promiscuous loser like you?"

"Nothing wrong with having a healthy sex life, at least I have a job." Yeah, so what Luca has a job to? As for the healthy sex life? I bet he's gonna get all sorts of diseases if he carrys on. Luckily however I read his mind; not just the concious stuff either. He had none.

"Mmm, you won't be as wealthy as me though" I shrugged. "The only reason you want me is because you can't have me. I'm a forbidden fruit and you can't get enough."

"There's no point having a job you hate just because it makes you rich, Gemme. And what makes you think you're so fucking high and mighty anyway?”

"I love my job and I'm high and mighty because I just learned just how much better than you I am." My voice was cool and calm even when he moved closer to me and began to look down at me.

"So how are you so much better than me, huh? You call me promiscuous, yet you fucked me after knowing me like three hours max." He snarled, but he sounded more like a whining bitch.

"I'm stronger, faster, wealthier, happier, more artistic and heck. I'm cuter, sexier and you're just getting jealous." I stuck my tongue out at him, not quivering even though he was taller than me.

"I'm not jealous babe, 'cause you're only lying to yourself." He smirked dangerously and with a quick glance at Luca, he ducked in and kissed me quickly. "But hell, I'll still have you anyways. I guess you'll do."

"Oh really, just how do you think you'll be doing that then?" I raised my eyebrow. "And if I'm lying..." I reached to whisper into his ear. "Then why do you want me so much?" I smiled seductively.

"'Cause I like bringing girls down off those pedestals they put themselves on."

"Then you have a hell of a climb to get to my level. Just try me Ben. I will break you.” You just try me big boy I will bring you down so fast.

He slapped me and I growled, that was it an open invitation to bust your ass."Good luck with that one, bitch. You're fucking nothing!" He leant in, grabbing my wrists to stop me slapping him back, "if anything I'll have to climb down to your level."

I brought up a knee to his stomach. "You're the bitch here. I hope you enjoyed your sex life because once I'm done with you, you won't have one anymore." As he loosened his grip on my wrists I side kicked his groin sending him falling backwards.

"I think that's my job," Luca said, walking forward, his face stormy. His guitar floated gently over to the front door and laid itself down carefully before Luca bent down and grabbed Ben's shirt, half lifting him off the ground before slamming him back down into the pavement.

I looked over him, placing a foot on his groin; I was wearing high-heeled boots by the way. "Now tell me, do you want me to apply pressure or are you gonna admit I am better than you?" I grinned, just try me boy.

He groaned, blinking from the pain in his head that Luca had caused and looked down at where my foot was. "Christ what is your problem?! Leave off!" He tried to push himself back, but Luca was holding him down with his telekinesis.

"You are my problem, now. I want to hear those words. Repeat after me, ‘I am a worthless dog compared to Luca.'" I laughed, this felt good, really good.

Looking between me and Luca - particularly Luca's clenched fist - his expression betrayed a flicker of fear. But still he persisted; "You can fuck right off. I'm not saying that!"

"Too bad," I grinned, applying pressure to the flat of my boot, then my heel slightly. I had already created an illusion around us so when people walked past they couldn’t see anything.

Crying out, he protested, "Ow, Ow!" but still didn't say what he had to. I applied more pressure to my heel. I could feel him quiver beneath my boot. He cried out again, "Oh my God! Okay, okay, I'm a worthless dog, happy?"

"A worthless dog to whom?"

He grimaced and tried to wriggle out from under my foot again, but Luca was still holding him down. "Huh?" He gasped.

"You are a worthless dog compared to whom?" I spat.

"To Cancer."


"Cancer! Luca!" he snarled. I laughed, lifting my boot, but not before I brought it down hard on his stomach.

“Argh!" He balled up and his face contorted.

"Definitely like the new Gemme," Luca laughed. Thanks sweet cheeks.

"Now go, before I start to become nasty." My eyes glinted and I kicked his side, pushing him onto his stomach.

He picked himself up and shoved his hands in his pockets. "You made a mistake, Gemme, you too, Cancer," he growls before turning and walking away.

"Heh, I think I should bring Gemme back before I cause any more damage." I laughed.

Luca laughed, "yeah, maybe."

What, "maybe?"

"Well the only damage that you could do now is beat me up, too, but I would hope you're not about to do that."

"I wouldn't want to hurt Gemme. Or you for that matter." I grinned.

"Good," he lifted his guitar and caught it out of the air as it floated back towards us, "shall we go inside. Looks kinda rainy," he smiled

"Thank you, Luca." I grinned, thank you, Nigh.

"What for?"

"For helping Nigh."

"No problem. She didn't really need me that much, to be honest."

"Heh, still, thank you."


"Would you like a drink or something else?"

"Water, please."

"Sure." I walked out and grabbed a glass, filling it with water. I gave it to him and he thanked me. I sat down on the sofa beside him and smiled, I missed this. "What do you think he meant by the fact we had made a mistake?" I wondered, looking up at the ceiling.

"By making up with me," Luca shrugged.

"Then what was your mistake?"

"Not sticking up for him and letting you beat him up," he chuckled lightly.

"Oh, I feel so helpless now." “Smile Gemme, I’ll be here for you. I’ll never mess up again.” Thank you... but still.

"Oh, I feel so helpless now."

"Well, I either need you or Nigh to protect me. I can't do anything myself."

"Nigh is still a part of you, so It's still kind of you?"

"I guess..."

"I can stand back next time if you'd rather?"

"No!" I exclaimed. "God knows what would have happened if you weren't there. It's just I feel useless." I sighed. "I'll just leave it, I'm being stupid." He hugged me again and I sighed, folding my arms across my chest and sighed. "It's good to have you back." I muttered.

"Oh, fine, don't hug me back," he muttered, pulling away. I rested my head on his shoulder, linking my arms around his waist.

"No, don't just do it because I pointed out you weren't," he grumbled

"Fine," I nodded, still not letting go.

He sighed and hugged me back, damn it. I just didn’t want to let him go, I don’t know why but something inside me broke when I saw Ben and I realised what had happened. “I’m sorry Gemme, I am...” Shut up Nigh.

"Sorry I just didn't want to let go." I closed my eyes, trying not to cry.

"S'ok. Are you alright?"

"Yeah," I lied, I tried to keep myself together and my eyes were still firmly closed.

"I don't believe you. Your voice is shaky."


"Don't be. What's up?"

"I was just thinking about... about Ben and how I went against you and I didn't mean it! I didn't want to let you go. I didn't want to..." I stuttered, I winced, tightening my eyes as I felt the sadness wash over me.

"It doesn't matter, now."

"But I still did it! It's going to part of my past forever."

"Well yeah, everything we do is a part of our past forever. I will always hate cats and I will always have killed my mom, but it's in the past, so it doesn't matter."

"Oh I'm sorry Luca, truly I am."

"Don't be."

"What have I done?"

"Nothing, it's nothing."

"How can you say it's nothing? I only knew him three hours!" I finally pried my eyes open and they had begun to water. "Please forgive me!"

"Because it was just a shag, wow. It didn't mean anything to either of you. There's nothing to be forgiven."

"Yeah, you're right." I nodded, tightening my grip slightly. He was right. There was nothing to it; wait is that how he felt about us too?

"That and I did say you could go with whoever you want. We'll still be friends." He laughed gently, shifting slightly as my grasp on him strengthened.

"Is... is that how you feel about when we do it too?" I didn’t want to make anything hard for him but I had to know. I’m sure I knew anyway; it was only lust.

He bit his lip slightly. "I dunno."

"Mmm, it's okay. I know. You only do lust." I smiled.

"Sorry," he murmured.

"Don't be." I continued to smile and Nigh spoke, “You are really strong, that even when he is hurting you like this you still smile and tell him its okay? Wow, I’m envious.”

"Ah, but I feel like I should be learning faster."


"'Cause I know you want... you deserve more than lust." You’re so sweet...

"I cannot force you into this. You already protect me, tell me everything's going to be okay and sacrifice your happiness to make me happy. That is already more than enough." Not to mention the spontaneous hugs.

"If you say so," he mumbled under his breath. If I didn’t hear it in his head I wouldn’t have known.

"When you're ready you'll know, you will just say those words."

"Well, we do have all of eternity," he smiled weakly.

"Yeah, we do." I smiled, kissing his cheek. He didn't kiss back, but he didn't stiffen as much as he used to, either.

"You'll know." I whispered, shaking my head. "I'm sorry; I am so tired. It has been a long day."

"S'ok. Wanna go to bed?"

"I would but I don't want to be rude."

"You think I mind?"

"You're my guest. I wouldn't want to fall asleep on you like that." I was brought up in the old traditions.

"You don't have to stay awake for me. If I get bored I can play with my new guitar," he beamed.

"I'm..." I stifled a yawn. "I'm glad you like it."

"I really like it, wanted one for years."

"Heh, then you know how much it cost. Don't go smashing it up." I smiled, my eyes flickering.

"I don't intend to, sleep."

"I'm sorry." I whispered, trying to shake my head to keep myself awake.

"It's okay. I'd heal it away, but it'll catch up with you. It's easier to just go to bed." he smiled.

"I don't think I'd make it." I laughed, the sleep entering my voice.

"You're forgetting who has telekinesis here."

"But would you catch me, if I fell?"

"You wouldn't fall in the first place."

"Good answer." I smiled, my eyes closing, "a very good answer."


"Just leave me here. I'll sleep on the couch." I yawned, waving my hand sleepily to dismiss him.

"Suit yourself." He got up, resting my head on the edge of the couch, I stretched out. Opening one eye to see what he was doing. He picked up his guitar and sat with his back leaning on the couch. "I'll play you to sleep," he laughed lightly as he began playing.

"I don't want to start floating." I moaned and then smiled. "Thank you."

"Floating is fun."

"I'll stay here. Thank you. You can show me in the morning."

"Only if you want me to," he talked quietly over the music

"That's beautiful." I murmured as the music began echoing in my head,

"I'd say thank you, but I didn't write it. I can't write music to save my life," he muttered, I wondered if he knew that I was asleep. That my subconscious was listening to his mind as he spoke, making my body reply. "No but the way you play. Is so sweet..."

"Heh. Thanks."

"It's a gift."

"Hardly, its practice," he laughed.

"You don't know do you? You can't hear it." I expected my subconscious to start talking riddles next, but I knew what it was on about.

"Hmm? What happened to you being tired, anyways?"

"I'm asleep. My subconscious is reading your mind and making me reply. It's a neat trick."

"It's weird is what it is."

"I'm sorry. I could stop if you'd rather."

"I don't mind, I guess, unless this is making you not sleep properly."

"No, you're music sent me straight to sleep."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It is, but do you want to know what I hear?"

"Go on then."

"I hear your soul."

"My soul? Good one," he muttered quietly.

"Seriously, how long have you played; have you used music to get away?"

"I got my first guitar when I was six or seven, I think. It's just a hobby. Better for me - and the rest of the world - than drugs, I guess."

"It has become part of your soul. I'm sorry, it must sound stupid but you love it don't you?”

"Umm... it's fine. And I guess."

"Hmm. Interesting, it's good to see you happy." I smiled, I’m sure I smiled.

"Is it?" That was a strange response, never heard that one before.

"You don't like it?"

"I dunno, just no one's said that to me before."

"I like to see you happy. It makes me happy." Without me there to think, my subconscious was unafraid to talk and make things awkward.

"Oh. Good," he smiled slightly. "You must have been fucking miserable the last three weeks then," he laughed a little.

"Hmm, miserable no. Upset yes." Oh you just make this worse.

“Huh. Same thing really, sorry.”

"No. I mean I wasn't miserable as you see it; me mirroring your emotions. I was saddened by the fact that you were unhappy. Like when you got kidnapped and I began to cry. It's some strange connection I have with you."

"Poor you," he tried to hide the sadness in his voice when he said it. "Poor anyone that has to suffer my mind, really."

"I don't mind. If I was awake though, I would have hugged you by now. Just so you know."

"I'm all hugged out." He sounded like he was happy that I wasn’t awake to hug him.

"You can just say you know if I hug too tight or something."

"It's not that, though. I was thinking the other day, wondering why hugs freak me out so much. I think it's 'cause the last person to properly hug me before you was my mom. I could be wrong, but it makes sense to me. Either that or because I'm just a total social failure," he laughed weakly.

"I'm sorry" I rolled over so I wasn’t facing him.

He stopped playing, "I should go."


"No," He reversed the healing and a sharp pang appeared in my head and although I tried to wake up I couldn’t. It hurt, a lot.

"Wait... please..." I murmured through laboured breaths.

"Don't try to move, you'll only hurt yourself. I gotta go, okay? Have a good sleep. I'll see you later."

"No." I tried to sit up but as soon as I made any progress it hit and I fell back onto the sofa. "Damn it. You better come back."

"Told you not to move. Look, I'll even leave the guitar here, so I have to come back, 'kay?"

"No. Take it with you. I trust you."

"It'll be safer here anyways. Better to leave it here than let some junkie trip over and put his head through it."

I smiled weakly. "Okay, I'll see you later. Stay safe."

I heard him prop the guitar up against the sofa. "You too,” he left then without another word. You better come back. I did trust that he would.

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