Open Water (Kire)

Her tone was snotty, but it didn't sound like that was on purpose. It actually sounded like she was trying to pretend it didn't matter. It was obvious it did. "Well we all have our problems. At least you have some skills and you're not just moping about." What was up with her and moping. As soon as he had proven that he was doing more than just whining about his past, she suddenly liked him. Before that... well she had attacked him, and they had fought. Hmph, Wildcat. "Why do you wonder about your past? Shouldn't you just be happy with what you have now? Its not like we're poor or ugly or stupid? We have good lives. So what if you don't remember, you get to be here now."

She didn't really understand. She tried to, but she didn't. No one did. But, he couldn't fault her for thinking that way, it was how she was raised. It was how they were all raised. He was different because, well because he was different. It was that blip in his past that caused him to be so far separated from the rest. If he could only find out what happened before he was seven, maybe then he would be able to let himself fit in. Once he had a past he could make his future. He just wanted to know. He had to explain that to her, or she would never understand his motives.

It seemed that she had ideas of her own though, but he would work with it. He was flexible like that, usually. "Are you hungry, I feel like its time to eat." She was standing, looking down at him with her hand outstretched. Had she just asked him out? No, he must have heard wrong. She was just saying she was hungry and that he could join her is he wished. They were becoming friendly like that, after their little tumble. His mind flashed to when he had had her pinned, and then whispered in her ear. She had squeezed herself from under him, but in his mind he was thinking of a different ending. Nothing drastic, just a kiss. But no, he was getting ahead of himself, way ahead. He was just a teenage boy with a lot of hormones and no brains about women. Still, maybe she had thought about it too. Even if only for a split second.

He gave her his lopsided grin and took her hand, almost tempted to pull her down. Again, he told himself no. He would just stand up and go to brunch like a good boy. Especially because she would probably beat him if he tried anything. He got up, propelling himself as much as she was pulling him. On his feet now, he continued to hold her hand for a moment, he grinned broader then let go. It was a smirk on his face now. "To answer your questions; I wonder about my past because I would like to know it. You know all of your past, right, so why shouldn't I?" He didn't let her answer the question, leaving it as rhetorical. "I am happy with what I have now, or happy enough. It's not that I want more, I just want to know. If I say something and you don't know what I mean, wouldn't you want to know the answer?" Again, he left her no time to respond. He still had one more thing to say before taking her brunch offer. "I want to know my past so that I can understand why I'm different. It's easier to fit in if you know who you are. I just don't want to lose my real self before I've even found it."

It was as close to the truth as he was going to admit. He was actually scared of never knowing who he really was, and losing himself forever to be someone he was not. Because he wasn't a District four Career boy, right? Even if that was what he was becoming, he wasn't always that.

His grin returned, crooked as ever. "And about eating; what did you have in mind, Wildcat?" Though he knew her real name, he still liked his nickname for her. It really did suit her. If she didn't like it she would tell him. If she didn't punch him first. Told you, it fits.