Beyond The Past

Beyond The Past

Chapter 9 – Taking The Pieces From The Past Might Hurt You Like Hell

A/N: I dont own Resident Evil. I own Kira. May contains fluffy gayness from the couple.

Present

I cryied.

I let every single tear from my eyes out. As I kept remember, the memories runned throught. I kept remember to the bad things. Kept remember seeing my parents fighting… Killed me inside so bad…

„I'm really sorry, Kira…" I heard Claire's voice breaking the silence. „Let me help you drying your tears away" She held out one of her fingers, and tried to help me. She gaved a small kiss to my cheek.

„It was hard to realise, I saw my father in the worst time, and the happiest" I cryied. „I'm a ruin, after all. I let my family miss the half of my life… Graduating from Primary School, High School, Sweet Sixteenth Birthday… These things supposed to be able you to see it. Every single thing, would be able for you to see"

„Kira, it's from the past. I don't want to explain harder things, because it could take more time out. I don't want to do it here. Maybe when we get home, we can talk about it. But before getting out, we need to stop for something" Claire turned back, and waited for me, to get my position back.

As I pushed my head to her neck, she don't waited anymore. She continued the driving, to a better place.

As her motorbike stopped before the centre, she walked into the centre. Didn't told me to follow, so I thought she just went to buy something. I taked my helmet off, and tried to look around.

Nothing. Pepoles walking around. Normal life, normal pepoles. With life. No bad past. No bad secret to hide, like me. I looked down to the ground. I tried to force on a smile, but that smile didn't needed a smile, when Claire appeared in the crowd.

„I hope you don't mind smoking" She said, as she lighted up a cigarette.

So she smokes… Oh, how naughty I was when I was sixteen and tried not to get caught on smoking, but dad caught me. But that was in that time when dad and I got into several fights, eachday. And then my sweet seventeenth birthday comed. I never forget it.

„If you give me one, then I don't mind it" I said. She looked at me, with her suprised look.

She handed me her cigarette box and I taked one out. She helded me her lighter. I looked at her lighter. It got the S.T.A.R.S logo on it. I wasn't suprised after all. Most of my time, what I've spend in the Umbrella with my dad, I always toked his old S.T.A.R.S tshirt. And I've been in love with that shirt. Now I don't have it. Shame on me. I should've taked it with me, damn…

„You look at my lighter, like you would flirt with it. Come on, say what you want to" Claire laughed, as she taked her lighter back to her pocket.

„I used to steal my dad's S.T.A.R.S tshirt. And I loved it" I answered. „Shame on me, I would love to see the S.T.A.R.S, because I know that maded my parents meet again"

„Yeah. Wish you could remember. I still remember when my brother and your father taked you to the S.T.A.R.S when I got a free day from the University. I wish you would take a look at your memories" She explained.

I'm dying for S.T.A.R.S. I'm dying for this memory. To see my parents in S.T.A.R.S. Together. Again.

„It kills the virus. I started smoking when I've hitted seventeen. I was in a bad mod then. My father and I got into several kind of fights. School. Learning. Personal. And it didn't ended. Until I told him I'm taking the virus out of my body. So he let me pick this type of life. Now I'm leaving him…" I felt the tears running down across my cheek. „I've betrayed my own father…"

„Kira, I don't understand at you" Claire sighed. „A half hour ago, you've cryied for me, that we missed your half life. Now you're crying because you're missing your father. Tell me. Why are you soo connected to Wesker the way my brother is?"

„He's my father, after all" I've lied.

I taked a deep smoke in the cigarette, then I looked at my girlfriend. She knowed I was lying. She expected me to say an answer, but I didn't opened my mouth. I wanted to hide the dirty secret.

The dirty secret, what was behind. The reason my sixteenth birthday was the best. Why it all takes a big place in my heart?

It's a real misery to you.

But it's a real fight to me…

„Kira, please" Claire begged for me. As I looked at her cigarette, it was half way done. I taked another deep from the cigarette. I don't want to open it today.

„Can you mark my words? I don't wanna open it today" I whispered. As she looked at my face, she nodded. „I've already told you the way my life was ruinned. Let me have my last memory as a deep memory"

„You gotta tell it to me, before we could start our relationship, as a normal couple" I looked at her. I nodded.

We have time. Still a little.

As we smoked our cigarette, I sat behind her again. I hugged her. Before she could start driving again, she turned back to me.

„I really love you, Kira. You know?" She asked looking at me. „I still remember you, as a little baby girl. How I held you. How you smiled at me for the first time. The first time I held you…" She got tears in her eyes because of happiness.

„I love you too, Claire. Please, know it" I leaned to kiss her. This was passionate. And more filled with love. Not the one we use to fight for permission, dominant, control. Something filled with love.

„Can't explain how I'm happy to date with the baby girl I used to help, to grow up" She cryied from happiness. „The little baby girl I used to hug every night to sleep, is now kissing my lips…"

„Stay with me, auntie" – I whispered to her ears, as she pulled her head to my neck, placing a kiss down.

We have a little time, before facing the truth, and killing every bad memories.

I never forget that, she isn't the first love in my life. Somebody taked it before, shame on me, I don't mind it.

But I love her.

Really, really bad…