Kasin's Real, I Promise
Author: Kassandra

Chapter 6
Hey Rose, no practice today.

I push myself up onto my elbows and stare into Kasin’s face. His expression is completely unfathomable. I swallow the baseball-sized lump in my throat. “So let me ask you again,” I begin slowly. “Are you going to hurt me?”

I think I’m afraid of Kasin now. He senses this and whispers fiercely, “I wasn’t lying before, Rose, I would never, ever, ever even think of hurting you. I love you Rose, don’t you ever forget that.” He pulls me to him, making me inhale sharply in shock. He holds me to him closely with his chin on top of my head and his arms securely around me. I lay here rigidly with my face in his soft cotton shirt and my fists pressed against my collarbones, hoping to God that he’s not the world’s greatest liar.

 

My eyelids are heavy as they slowly open.

Everything is black. I breathe rapidly for a moment as I realize I can’t move. Something soft is pressed against me and two strong things are wrapped around my waist and shoulders. I feel a weight on top of my head. My eyelids flutter for a moment as my brain fully turns on. I now realize that the two strong things are arms and the weight is someone’s head. I open my hands and turn my open palms away from me. A cottony mass. It rises and falls, surprising me. A thought pops into my cloudy brain suddenly, which clears away all the fuzziness of post-awakening.

It’s Kasin.

Kasin’s a demon.

I push and shove away from his body, mine bucking and squirming like some kind of helpless rabbit caught in the jaws of a fox. In the process, I roll off the bed, smack the back of my head on my nightstand, and hit the floor with a dull thud.

Kasin moves suddenly and hisses, “Rose! What the hell are you doing?”

I rub the back of my head in silence for a moment. I hit the very corner with it and it hurts like a bitch. Kasin repeats himself, quieter this time. I shake my head and kneel in front of my bed with my elbows on the edge. I cover my face with my hands. “I’m sorry, I was just… I was just scared, that’s all.” Kasin pats my shoulder. “I would tell you that you shouldn’t be… but I’m not the best guy in the universe. I - used to be an angel…” I lift my head and stare at him in the darkness. “But I thought you were-”
“I am a demon, now. But demons are fallen angels, those who leave God and side with Satan.” He puts his head down and for some odd and completely inappropriate reason I look at the time. 3:00 am. What the hell? What is it with 3:00 am these days? Kasin raises his head. I focus back on him. “The devil was cunning. He was… persuasive. But it wasn’t all him. I was weak, spineless. He appealed to my desires for power and I gave in. I’m not good, but I would still never hurt you. I have learned from my mistakes and I pay for them every day. You can trust me.” I look everywhere but into his eyes as I nod and crawl back into bed. I lay with my back towards him and my body a good five inches away from his. I hope he understands.

 

MONDAY

“So, why exactly do you look like that?”

It’s morning, about twenty minutes after I woke up and brushed my teeth, and I bombard Kasin with more questions as I plait my long hair into an expert fishtail braid. He just lies sprawled across my bed with his hands behind his head. His feet stick out the bottom of my too-small-for-him twin bed. “What do you mean?”

I shrug and continue to braid. “I don’t know, you say you’re this all-powerful demon, so why do you look like a normal nineteen-year-old guy?” Kasin laughs softly. “Well because in your world, to your eyes, you see me as your perception of beauty. After all, I was an angel once. All demons were, so therefore angels and demons are the most beautiful creatures in the universe. In this form, I am the essence of beauty as humans on earth comprehend it. In my true form, when I’m in hell, it’s a totally different form, but it’s still beauty. But then again… ah, it’s hard to explain.” He rolls off the bed and sits down behind me, taking my braid from my hands. “I’ll finish. You look like your arms are going to fall off,” he mutters.

My arms fall to my sides, almost numb. “Thanks. And you don’t have to worry about me understanding. I get it.”
Through the mirror in front of me, I see him frown. “Get what?”

“The whole different forms thing. I get it. You’re always the essence of beauty, but depending on where you are and who you’re with, what you look like to them varies.”

His eyebrows rise. “Yeah… You’re actually right.”

I shrug. “I can comprehend a lot of complicated things.”

“Mmm, that’s quite the gift you have, Rose.”

I make a face. “Eh, kinda. It comes at a price. It’s difficult for me to understand the concrete things.” I gesture to my Pre Calc book. “Like with math I understand the equations but the actual arithmetic takes me forever to work out. Good thing I’ve been studying for my final.” Kasin smiles and winds a hair tie around the ends of my hair. I haven’t had a haircut in like two years. My ends aren’t too dead though, I very rarely ever use heat on my hair; I’m not into the whole hair-killing thing. It’s not really my cup o’ tea.

Kasin smoothes the top of my hair and then gently brushes his hand against my cheek. I shrug away from him. “And why do you do that?” I ask, trying not to sound rude.

He doesn’t appear offended. “Do what?”

“You’re always touching my hair or my skin or something. Why?”

Kasin laughs to himself. “Rose, I don’t think you understand how long I’ve been waiting for you. I’m tangible now, and it’s amazing to finally be able to feel you. When I’m in my other form, sure I can touch you, but you just feel like… like warm air. You’re there, but I can’t really feel you. But now…” He smacks my cheeks playfully. “Now I can really feel you. You’re there, Rose. You’re finally there.”

 

School with Kasin was probably the most interesting experience of my life.

He followed me the entire day, making little comments as I interacted with my peers. It was a physical challenge not to burst out laughing as Kasin yelled rude comments about my history teacher’s baldness directly in his face. It was also interesting to try to communicate with Kasin without looking like a schizophrenic weirdo. History and English finals accomplished. Gym and Pre-Calc tomorrow and I’m finished. Now I lie on my bed and try to work out some Pre-Calc review problems.

I stare at the equation in front of my face, not comprehending at all why it isn’t working out as planned. What the hell am I supposed to do with this? Kasin walks over and looks at the equation. I don’t look up at him. “Don’t,” I warn him. I contemplate the problem some more. Kasin whispers, “You did the square root wrong, and then the-”

“Kasin, I know what I’m doing, I got this.” I discreetly erase the equation I wrote and redo the math. Wait, this doesn’t work either. Kasin mutters, “X equals plus or minus three.” I snap my head up and whip my pen at him. “Dammit Kasin, how am I supposed to learn this stuff if you tell me the answers!?” Kasin rolls his eyes and stands up. He leans forward and puts his hands on his knees. “Let’s do something fun, Rose!”

I pick up my pen from the ground. “Like what?”

“I don’t know… like go for a walk?”

I shake my head. “Nah, I have to finish this studying, you know I have zero drive to do anything after practice.”

Kasin smiles. “What if you didn’t have practice?”

I look up at him. “Well that would be okay, but I do, so-”

My Blackberry vibrates. I look back and forth between him and the phone.

            New Message: Coach Martyr.

            Hey Rose, no practice today. Supposed to be a thunderstorm, we’d all get electrocuted lol. Practice tomorrow still, don’t forget. -Martyr.

I look back up at Kasin. He smiles and shrugs. I roll my eyes.

“I’ll go get my sweater.”

 

We come home from our walk and I trudge up to my room. It’s one ten, my moms don’t get home from work until around four. I peel off my jacket and toss it on my bed. “Well, I’m about to take a shower, so you better scram.”

“Yeah, I have some stuff to take care of anyways. Official demon business, you know, torturing souls, ruining lives, that sort of thing.” He gives me a sly smile and I roll my eyes. “I’ll be back in a few hours.” He pushes me lightly and disappears. I go to the bathroom and turn on my water. I strip and step into the shower, letting its scalding hotness heat me from the insides out.

After I finish, I get out, wrap a towel around myself, and walk back into my room. When I get in there, I see my pants on the floor from last night. I see a size sticker on the left leg. “Aw man, are you kidding me? How did I not see that? So embarrassing.” I tuck in the corner of my towel and pick up the pants. I peel the sticker off, noticing writing on it. A memory surfaces in my brain. “Listen, if you ever start experiencing any… weird stuff any time soon, here’s my number. Gimme a call.” I throw my jeans into my hamper and stare at the number. I take my phone in my hand. I punch in the number and wait.

 

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