When my Heart Became Ice - Chapter 6

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Can't you see the blood that stains my hands . . .

“Hey, get that one!” Kyth pointed to the Cauldwyn that had begun chewing at a building.

Syn let out a laugh and swung towards the Cauldwyn, driving his sword through its soft chest. It let out a cry before falling, dead onto the ground. Syn made a show of cutting off its head.

“Don’t get so bloody,” Kyth sighed. She didn’t have a scratch or drop of blood on her. Her marks glowed as she held her hand up, and every thin beam of light that stretched from her fingertips disintegrated one more Cauldwyn.

“I love the blood,” Syn moaned happily and stabbed into another monster. “It makes me feel so happy!”

“You’re always happy!” Kyth cried as she flung her arm around. Slicing like a blade, the beam of light the symbols on her hands let off swung through the air, disintegrating several Cauldwyns at once. Syn had to leap high to miss the blade cutting him too.

“Hey!” He snarled. “You nearly killed me!”

“Good, it’ll teach you to be on your toes,” Kyth turned and smashed her foot into the side of a Cauldwyn, and it let out a cry as it dissipated into particles. “Watch your back, idiot!”

Syn turned swiftly, but another Cauldwyn had already clamped down on his arm. He let out a scream and stabbed his sword through the Cauldwyn’s mouth. Letting out a cry, the creature jerked away, tearing Syn’s arm to shreds.

He gripped his arm tightly, blood pouring down from it.

“I told you to watch your back, stupid,” Kyth grumbled, landing beside him. “Let me handle it.”

She lifted her hand and the creature dissipated.

Syn picked up his sword and looked around. There were only a few stray Cauldwyns.

“I’ll take care of them,” Kyth told him. “Focus on healing.”

Syn gave a nod and watched Kyth leap away.

Sighing, he glanced at his right arm. Not a piece of skin showed; it was soaked red with blood. He could see pieces of bone in some places.

“Ow,” He whined. “Damn Cauldwyns.”

Kyth landed gracefully beside him. She brought her hair down from its ponytail and looked at him.

“So,” She said. “Let’s go home. You’re obviously hurt.”

“I can heal,” He muttered, but she walked off anyway. He followed, holding his arm against his side.

It took them about two hours to reach the Order’s headquarters.

By that time, Syn was stumbling, not even holding his arm anymore. His eyes were halfway closed with exhaustion. Kyth kept glancing over at him as he stumbled through the hallways. She slowed down so she stood beside him.

“Come on,” She said, her voice gentle. She took his free arm and pulled it over her shoulders, and helped him walk to the infirmary.

“Syn!” Hykuma’s voice shrieked. “What the hell did you do to yourself this time?!”

“Um…” Syn looked down. “I don’t remember…”

Hykuma rushed over with a wheelchair and made him sit in it. Kyth followed her when she darted into a room with him.

Laying him on the bed, she started to work on his arm. Without looking up, she said, “Keep him awake, Kyth.”

Kyth’s head tilted and she walked over to Syn, whose eyes had closed.

She brought back her hand and slapped him across the face.

“Ow!” Syn cried. “What the hell?!”

Kyth smirked. “I’m supposed to keep you awake.”

“You’re so mean,” Syn sniffled. “Ow… What happened…?”

“You lost half of your blood, stupid,” Hykuma snapped. “I told you to be careful!”

“I was,” Syn claimed defensively. “It just decided to eat my arm off…”

“You’re covered in blood,” Hykuma fretted. “Your whole right side is covered in your blood! You promised me you’d be careful!”

“Sorry, Hykuma…” Syn looked up at her. “I’m sorry.”

She looked at him, biting her lip. “What would I do without you?” She asked.

Quietly, he answered, “I dunno.”

Kyth looked at Syn. His white hair was red-soaked with blood, face splattered with it. He had more blood on him than he had in him.

“Why do you have to love it?” Hykuma looked distressed, her turquoise eyes shimmering with tears. “Why do you have to love to get so much blood all over you?! Why can’t you be careful and come home okay for once?!”

Syn looked up at her. “I’m okay,” He told her. “All I need is to get cleaned up and I can heal in a day or two.”

“Two days here,” Hykuma insisted. “And you aren’t leaving this room!”

“No blood…?” Syn looked upset.

“None!”

Syn turned his head towards Kyth, as though she would support him, but she just shrugged. “Don’t look at me, she’s your boss. I’m just your partner.”

Silence dragged on for 30 minutes as Hykuma worked on Syn’s arm. Kyth kept her eye on him, but she didn’t have to do anything to wake him up. He simply lay there in silence, head tilted back. His eyes stared up at the ceiling.

Hykuma finished, and she stood, washing her hands in the sink.

“Kyth,” She said. “I have to clean him up. You can go now.”

Kyth nodded and stood, and slipped out to go to her office and fill out paperwork. Feeling almost sorry for Syn, she’d do his too.

Hykuma turned sharply, looking at Syn.

“You idiot!” She screamed.

Syn turned his head to look at her. “You’ve said that already,” He murmured.

“You nearly got killed!” She yelled, gripping the sides of her dress tightly. “If you hadn’t gotten here on time… If I hadn’t been here so early today…!”

She covered her face in her hands.

“Come here,” Syn said softly. He held out his good arm to her.

Hykuma darted over. She put her arms around him and lay her head on his chest.

Syn laid his hand on her hair softly.

“Hykuma,” He sighed. “I’m fine. I’m one of the fastest healing Reachers.”

“I know,” She sniffled. “I just get so scared when you come home covered in blood… Even if it isn’t yours…”

Syn smiled softly. “Well I’ll come home with none of my blood on me. But I can’t promise about someone else’s blood… I do love blood, you know…”

“You’re a demon…” She sniffled.

“Can I make you bleed…?” He asked quietly.

Hykuma sat up, sniffling. She put her wrist to his lips.

He opened his mouth and took in her thin wrist, then bit into it with his sharp teeth until blood ran down.

“Good girl…” He murmured as he licked it up.

Hykuma grabbed a bandage and wrapped it around her wrist, then said quietly, “We need to get you cleaned up now.”

“Does that mean I have to get naked again?” Syn whined.

“Come on,” Hykuma sighed, exasperated. “In the tub.”

She helped Syn stand and get into the bathroom, where she helped him out of his clothes and into the shower. He sat on the floor as she scrubbed at his white hair. Blood trickled down the drain.

Syn sat there obediently, closing his eyes so he didn’t get soap in them. He’d rub at a big of blood on his leg or chest every once and a while, but he didn’t offer Hykuma any help.

She managed to get him clean of blood after an hour of scrubbing. His hair had taken 45 minutes of that time just to get it white again.

Hykuma pulled Syn out, wrapping a towel around his waist. She laid her hands on his chest and sighed.

“Syn,” She looked up at him. “I’ll stay with you while you’re here.”

“All right,” He grinned. “Will you let me bite into you again?”

“You have such strange wishes,” Hykuma smirked. “And no. Only once a week.”

Syn pouted, but then he laid his head against her shoulder, having to bend over because he was so tall and she was so short.

“Syn…” Hykuma sighed softly. “Shh…”

Her hands settled in his soaked hair.

His arms came around her tightly, giving a tiny whine of pain as his bad arm stung.

“Shh,” Hykuma crooned. “Be careful, my Syn.”

“Your sin…” Syn pushed his lips to her throat. “Am I your sin, Hykuma…?”

“No,” Hykuma scolded softly. She slipped from his grasp, taking his good hand and leading him back to the bed. Gently, she helped him get into clothes.

“I don’t want a shirt,” Syn insisted when she tried to pull on the collared shirt.

“Why not?” She asked.

“First of all because I know you don’t want me wearing one and you just don’t want to admit it,” Syn began. Hykuma blushed furiously. “Second of all, my arm still hurts!”

“Fine,” Hykuma huffed. She made him lay down in the bed and she pulled the covers up to his chin. “Now rest, idiot. I have work to do so I’ll be back by breakfast to check on you, all right?”

“Okay…” Syn looked after her as she walked away.

He held up his good hand and tilted his head at it. He ran his fingers through his soaked white hair and smirked.

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Kyth sat alone at her desk, spinning in her chair again. A green lollipop sat in her mouth.

She glanced towards a picture of Rynu.

He had dark silver hair that hung all around his handsome face. His pale features were almost the same as Kyth’s, just more angular and older. He always had a smile on his face, his cheeks dimpling like Kyth’s. Dark, unnaturally green eyes peered out at her.

“Rynu…” She sighed. “I’ll find out who killed you… I promise, brother…”

“Revenge isn’t everything, you know.”

Kyth glanced behind her at the tall man who stood in the doorway. He had electric blond hair and white eyes. Kyth always had to admit she admired his white eyes. They looked godly, and made him look terrifying. The man was muscled and yet thin, and he wore a tank top with long jogging pants on. On his arms, markings zigzagged down to his hands.

“Nyun,” Kyth greeted. “I haven’t known you to come into my office when you’ve known I had a mission earlier.”

“Well it’s early in the morning,” Nyun shrugged and sat down in the chair in front of her desk, relaxing. “I didn’t think you’d be here. I was actually coming to drop this off.” He held up a folder.

Kyth reached over the desk and tried to grab it, but Nyun moved it out of her way, grinning.

“You’re gonna have to come get it,” He chuckled.

Within seconds, both were standing, Nyun close to the wall and Kyth on the back of the chair he had been sitting in.

“You’re getting better,” Nyun smiled. “This should be fun.”

Moving at inhuman speeds, both Reachers went pelting down the hallway.

“You can’t run forever you know!” Kyth called.

“You’d be surprised!” Nyun yelled back. He then turned his head to the left.

Here’s my chance, he’s going to jump to the left!

To Kyth’s utter shock, Nyun made a leap to the right without even looking. The dangers in that were enormous, especially since Reachers moved so powerfully and so quickly. He could have broken his leg or driven his foot straight through the wall.

Instead, he landed light and quick on the wall, and then propelled himself away from it, doing a back flip over Kyth and running back the way they had come.

“You still need training!” Nyun laughed.

Kyth let out a growl and darted after him. Her legs flashed beneath her in a blur, pale and powerful. Every muscle in her body was working for her mind; moving forward.

“Nyun!” She shouted, and swung her leg upwards. It hit his arm and he jerked away, dropping the folder.

Grinning, Kyth picked it up.

“That was a dirty trick,” Nyun pouted. “I thought I had hurt you.”

“Use every ability to your advantage,” She said. “Now I just happen to be a girl that most men just love to swoon over, so if I call their name, they automatically get distracted. You’re the one who told me to use every ability I had.”

“I didn’t mean to kick my butt with them,” He laughed.

Kyth smiled at him, softly.

Nyun had been her peer for many years. He had started in the Order the same time she had, so they had been paired up with him in many practice battles. They had constantly been striving to be better than the other when one day, Nyun was taken away.

There was so much talk about it that Kyth had nearly lost her mind wondering what the truth was. After a year, no one but Kyth thought of him again. Her skills dropped as she had no one that was strong enough to fight her, or they were too strong and she couldn’t even dream of fighting back.

No one but Nyun was at her level.

A year and a half after his disappearance, he came back to class. Everyone had been crowding around him, asking what had happened. Was he sick? Did his parents get killed? Did he get hurt?

Nyun refused to talk to anyone. His eyes had gone dull, his face ashen; he didn’t care.

Kyth had walked up to him and slapped him. She yelled at him for leaving her all alone, and then hugged him and told him that she was glad he was back. She never pressured him to tell what had happened and what had broken his fighting spirit. Perhaps that was what got Nyun back on his feet. Knowing that someone didn’t care where he had gone or what had happened, just that he was safe and back.

The two had been best friends ever since.

“Oh, is that the rare non-sarcastic Kimata smile…?” He asked, leaning towards her.

“No!” Kyth giggled and pushed him away. “Don’t be ridiculous, of course I smile.”

“You’re always smiling at someone’s pain though, and that’s kind of harsh.”

Kyth laughed. “Shut up,” She said affectionately.

Nyun swung his arm around her shoulders. “So where we going today, beautiful?”

“I finished my paperwork,” She sighed. “And Syn’s.”

“What happened to Syn?”

“His right arm was torn up by a Cauldwyn on a mission. Though, I couldn’t tell if it was his blood or the Cauldwyn’s… He’ll be all right. Hykuma wouldn’t let him die.”

“Yeah,” Nyun glanced ahead. “She’s more protective of that boy than I’ve ever seen anyone. They’re like lovers but not. It’s so weird.”

“Some people thought we were dating,” Kyth said, amused.

“Oh now?” Nyun looked at her. “I wonder why that is?” He walked closer to her.

They both laughed.

Kyth smiled at him. “I’ll give you an hour in the training room if you give me some of that candy.”

Nyun pulled out a small piece of candy, wrapped with a white wrapper. “Oh, you mean this? It’s so good though, I don’t like sharing,” He teased.

Kyth snatched at it and Nyun darted off. “You have to catch me!” He yelled back to her.

Kyth grinned and ran faster.

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If you do, why do you still hold me?