Akesh- My NameMature

"My name huh?" How could I tell him my name? Everyone knew my name! I was the infamous son of an infamous politician, if I gave him my real name, he'd either kidnap me, or kill me.

"My name is..." I had to think quick on my feet, "Akesh....var. Ya, Akeshvar." I said answering the first question. "I don't think you're well enough to get that food." I said looking at the bandages wrapped around him. "I'll tell you what, why don't you give me the money, and I'll get you something to eat." He raised an eyebrow.

"I'm not stupid, you know. For one, I can tell from your hesitation that your name is not Akeshvar. Two, I won't give my money to just any strangers." He smirked.

"Fine, I agree, my name is not Akeshvar, but I'm not giving you my real name. And chill, I got more money than you can imagine, I got no need for yours too."

Reluctantly, he handed me some notes. True to my word, I was back in a minute with two fast food wraps.

"I half didn't expect you to come back." He said as he smiled slightly. I simply nodded and nibbled at the wrap. "So, why the secrecy with the name? Convicted felon? Being chased by  the CIA for some secret government experiment? Or simply belong behind bars?" he asked raising his eye brow.

"Neither...though I am the son of a guy who belongs behind bars." I muttered, biting off a piece of the wrap.

"That sounds like half the politicians in our fair state!" He laughed heartily. I couldn't laugh. I didn't want to. I looked away. 

Without even knowing it, he had hit the nail on the head. He caught wind of my silence. And looked at me with those sceptical eyes those kind of eyes that judged me. I hate it when people give me that look. They had no right to judge me. I felt myself grow defensive, I felt my energy grow strong, I threw the wrap in the dustbin, and was about to leave, when he grabbed hold of my hand. He wasn’t staring at me, he was staring at the area around me.

“Remarkable...” He mumbled. “I’ve never seen an aura like it.” I sat down again.

“Dude,” I said, “How hard did you bump that head of yours?” When someone starts talking about seeing ‘auras’ around you, you know they got something wrong with them!     


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