•Soul Eater•

So it's kinda uneventful but really cute to make up for it! :) <3

•Chapter 22 - Marshmallows•
•Ammi•
I had always wondered why I couldn't remember my parents. Even though I was always told they ditched me on the freeway, most people have at least one memory from childhood. Sometimes it was the stupidest little thing. Like remembering not being able to see over the counter top, your point of view stretched up on tip toes so you were just about at it's height.
I had nothing like that.
And now I knew why.
It was difficult, probably the most difficult of everything I had found out that day, to deal with. No recollection. All I knew was being with Kai. Every memory I ever had was one featuring him. The good ones, the bad ones, Kai was there. In a heroic way, he was sort of like a guardian.
In a realistic way, he was my parents killer and my rescuer. How was I supposed to love him, but how was I supposed to hate him? He'd killed my parents, but saved me in the process. Kai had briefly explained to me that the other Assassins might of allowed me to live, but... As their slave. Their plaything. A rag doll they could taunt and tease and torture.
I also knew now why Kai was so violent and disrupted. Being an Assassin was all he'd ever known. He was surrounded by guns, knives - watching people suffer at his hand was a normal thing. It gave him no guilt, no grief. Growing up learning the most torturous way to kill a person was not something I had to experience.
I could not fathom the things Kai had done. Images of rifles... Whips... Knives... Chains....
It all seemed like something you saw in a movie. Like you couldn't believe that that actually happened in everyday life, and the fact that somebody you knew was a part of it was even harder to believe.
"Ammi!" Kai called me for the fourth time that night. I realised I hadn't been breathing, and sucked in a loud, needed breath of air. Kai had been calling me for ages, and I hadn't even noticed.
"Coming" I sighed back, aware that he probably couldn't hear me. I had tried to sleep that night, but it was no use. I ended up back in the lounge, curled up on the sofa.
Kai's voice had come from the kitchen. As I entered, I saw the time on the microwave - four AM. I had already decided not to go to school. Kai stood at the counter top, running the cold tap into the kettle.
"You want a hot chocolate baby girl?" He asked me, filling the kettle and placing it on the base to begin boiling. He approached me with a gentle, sympathetic smile, realising how tough this was on me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and placed a loving kiss on my forehead. That itself was hard to understand. I groaned and buried my head in his chest, my burgundy hoody and purple sweats loose and baggy on my body.
He smelt like Kai, as usual. All shirtless and perfect, he was always warmer without a top on. He sort of smelt like boy, but if you buried your head in his neck, he gave off more of a 'scruffy young guy' scent that was surprising comforting.
"Do you even want to try and sleep?" He asked, resting his chin on my head, gently rocking me back and forth in his arms.
"No" I grumbled, wrapping my arms around his neck to ensure he wouldn't escape me any time soon.
"What about that hot chocolate?" He asked again, giving me a teasing squeeze.
I was boiling hot already, but Kai's hot chocolate was always a rare thing in our house, a specialty. He only ever made me one when things got really bad (most of the time between us). He often used it as a silent apology, but recently he'd found words could do exactly the same.
"Marshmallows?" I asked with a small smile into the crook of his neck
"Marshmallows" he nodded, chuckling throatily.
"Ok then" I accepted, before Kai's hands moved down to the backs of my thighs, just underneath my bum to lift me up and force me to wrap my legs around him, clinging on to his torso as he carried me to the counter.
"Wait here" he grinned, placing me down on the work surface and pecking my nose. I giggled and blushed, adding 'nose' to the list of cute places Kai had kissed me.
I watched as he wandered around the kitchen, rooting through cupboards and drawers full of cruddy stuff we shove in there when we don't know where to put it - we're teenagers, in our own house, everywhere is like that (I'm pretty sure Kai keeps his socks under the sofa for safe keeping).
After ten minutes of bumbling around and making the hot beverage, he had a single red mug full of steaming chocolate liquid, squirty cream on the top, high as a mountain, and marshmallows dotted on the top. A flake chocolate bar was poked into the mass of foamy cream, just about surviving surrounded by the other tasteful condiments.
I giggled softly when I realised the marshmallows on the cream were made to look like a heart.
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