The girl shook her head. "No. I would get in trouble."

     "How?"

      "Because then he would tell on me. I bit his ear off."

      My eyes went big. It was then that I noticed there really was blood dripping from her mouth. How in the world did she manage that? I was now a little scared, but I stayed next to her.

     She started crying again. "I'm a bad girl," she sobbed.

     "No, you're not! You stood up for yourself. You're really tough." 

      "I am?" She looked at me up and down. She studied my face, probably realizing I had been crying too.

       Suddenly she crawled to me and hugged me, tight. She caught me off guard.

      Not knowing what to do, I hugged her back. It felt good. I had never been embraced before, and my small self didn't want to let go.

      "Please don't be sad," she said.

       When she said that, it was hard for me to not cry all over again. I hated this place, and I had finally found someone that hated it just as much as me.

     "What's your name?" I asked, still holding on.

     "(Y/N)."  

     "I'm Kaito."

*end of flashback*

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     I lay in bed that night, thinking about the days when we were young. We had been friends for so long, I knew that we would never become more.  I knew I had become the brother she looked up to, the one she sought protection from. I was her best friend.

     But for me? I fell in love with (Y/N) shortly after we were brought to the agency. She inspired me, she was determined and independent, clever and caring, and the most stunning girl I'd ever known.  I loved her, but I kept it a secret because I knew she would never feel the same.

     It was easier at the time, since no one else had her.  I could live with not having her if no one else did, but that was before Shoto.  I couldn't let her know that I wasn't fond of him, especially because I had no reason to not be. He was everything she needed, and he could give her more than I ever could.  Nevertheless, I was jealous to the point that my own heart was breaking, silently.

     I was pulled from my thoughts by the sound of Nachika's voice. 

      "Kaito? You're still awake?" 

       "Yes. But so are you."

        "I was going to sneak into Riku's room. But I want to make sure you're okay."

        "Oh, I'm okay," I lied, sitting up. "I just miss (Y/N). Not that I'm unhappy she found freedom, but . . . you know."

     "I don't believe you."  Nachika sat down at the end of my bed.  "What's the matter?"

      I shrugged. I didn't want to tell her the truth.  Something in me found it embarrassing, and also not worth it.  What good would it do if I told Nachika? It wouldn't change anything.

       "Don't worry about me."

       Nachika accepted that answer. She said nothing, but got up and left. 

     I lay back down, wondering. What was it about me that made (Y/N) never want me? Should I have told her how I felt? As I thought about it, I couldn't remember a time that I felt I had the opportunity. Perhaps it was never meant to be.

     I tried to sleep, but failed. I kept thinking about how she was probably in Shoto's arms right now, and how jealous I was of him. I allowed myself to feel sad for a bit, since accepting it was better than denying it.

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*flashback to ten years ago*

       (Y/N) squeezed my hand tightly as we sat together in the back of the van. The two of us had just been selected from the foster care home to be assassins at the agency. We were on our way there for the first time.

     "What's going to happen to us?" (Y/N) asked.

     "We're gonna learn to fight. They called us the strongest and smartest kids from the home." I tried to comfort her, but I had no idea what was happening either. All I knew is that if I showed courage, she would be less afraid too.

     "I'm scared," she admitted. "I feel like I'll hate it. I feel like I'll want to die."

     I wrapped my arms around her. "I'm going to protect you. I'll keep you safe."

     She looked up at me with her large, sad eyes. "And I'll keep you strong."

     It was another half hour before we arrived. But presently, the car stopped and we were ordered to unload.

     In the midst of all the suitcases being brought and all the adults giving orders, (Y/N) and I stuck together. We were inseparable ever since we met at the home, but now even more so. All we had in this big, terrifying world was each other.

     "Kaito?"

     "Yeah?"

     "You're my very best friend. Don't ever leave me."

     "I won't!"

     (Y/N) was shaking with fear as we approached to great menacing doors of the agency, our new home. "Do you promise?"

     "I promise."

*end of flashback*

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     My phone buzzed, jerking me from my thoughts.  It was (Y/N).

     Hey, sorry if you're asleep. Just wanted to let you know that I'm safe :)

     I responded back, saying that I was awake and that I was glad she was okay. She replied:

     I don't know when, but I'm coming back for you and Nachika and Riku. I'm gonna save you.

     I was unsure what to say. I didn't respond.

     She double texted a minute later:

     Are you still there?

     Are you okay?

     I felt miserable but I wasn't going to let her know that. There was only one question I wanted to ask.

     Are you happy?

     She must have been confused, because it took a while for her to respond. 

     Yes and I feel free.  Shoto's my hero and I feel safe with him.

     I felt a tear break loose from my eye. I felt selfish feeling sorry for myself, when I should be happy that my best friend had finally found love and escaped the agency. Instead here I was, wallowing in self pity and wishing that I was in Shoto's place.  However, I was never going to tell her.

     I'm so happy for you :)

     

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Hey guys! Sorry for the sudden hiatus. I started college which has kept me busy and also I've been dealing with unmotivation, even to do things that I like :(  Hope you all are well and HAPPY NEW YEAR!!! I will be posting more content shortly <3


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