Kasin's Real, I Promise
Author: Kassandra

Chapter 8
You can call me Leumas.

I walk back down to my real house and through the front door. Helen is in the kitchen cooking dinner when I enter. Her pregnant belly protrudes slightly over her sweatpants. She smiles at me and asks, “Hey sweetie, how was Opal’s?” I blink once, confused, then remember my blatant lie.

“It was great, we chilled and listened to music and watched a couple of corny scary movies, I had fun.” With every word, I sink deeper and deeper into my own self-induced guilt. She stirs something in a big pot.

“Well I’m glad you had fun. Dinner will be ready soon. We didn’t have as much pasta as we thought so the portions are going to be a bit small tonight.”

I shake my head. “No, it’s alright. You and my mom eat.”

She frowns. “Then what will you eat?”

“Eh, I’m not particularly hungry. Maybe I’ll have some Ramen later on or something.”

Before she can protest further I run up to my room and shut the door. I turn around.

Kasin lays sprawled comfortably on my bed.

I jump a bit and he studies me, my sodden hair and clothes. “Where the hell have you been?” he jests with a smirk on his face.

“My friend Opal’s house,” I lie once again. Kasin searches my face. Jesus Christ, please don’t read my mind…

“How was it?” he questions, finally. I refrain from letting out a whoosh of air.

“It was fun,” I mumble flatly, no energy left to even try to make up a colorful deception. He nods and I flop down on my bed next to him, closing my eyes.

“I’m tired,” I whisper simply, more to myself than to Kasin. He sits up and takes my shoes off. I can do it myself, guy. He lies back down, propping himself up on his elbow. “Go to sleep, then. You’ve got a big day tomorrow,” he murmurs. I twitch an eyebrow. It’s just school? Not that big of a day, but it doesn’t matter.

“It’s only six, though,” I protest. He shrugs. I get up and pick up the clothes I was going to wear when I came out of the shower earlier. I go into the bathroom and change.

I walk back into my room and turn on my PS2 and small television. I think about Ash while I wait. He has so much stuff. But at what price? His father doesn’t seem to be around much. His mother is dead. He is a slave to spirits. How can he even live?

“Rose, you alright?” Kasin interrupts my thoughts. My eyelashes flutter and I see the opening screen for Kingdom Hearts II. I press “Load Game” and answer Kasin’s question.

“Yes, I’m quite alright.”
He studies me closely. I wait for my game to start. I don’t look at him. He puts a hand on my arm. “Are you sure?” He presses. I nod emotionlessly. “Just thinking.”

A pause. Then, “About what?”

“Can’t you read my mind or something?” I mumble as I slice through a Heatless.

He shakes his head and I relax, relieved.

“I can interpret or even predict human behavior, because I am a master of human nature, but no, I cannot read minds.”

“Not even in your true form?”

“Not even in my true form.”

“Why can’t I see you in that form, by the way?” I ask as I beat another Heartless senseless.

“Because in it, I am a vibration of light that is too fast for the human eye to see.”

I cock my head. “You said the human eye. So does that mean animals can see you? Like they can hear a dog whistle?”

He nods, smiling. “You caught that.”

“So that’s why Kobe can see you.”

He nods again. “You really do understand things easily.”

I shrug. “I’m just very perceptive.”

He nods, and we leave it like that, playing Kingdom Hearts until midnight, until I fall asleep next to him.


I am dreaming.

But this time I’m in a different place.

I am lying down in a vast field. I’m in the white dress from before and there is a nice breeze. I sit up, my body feeling lighter than air. I look around. All I see is grass and sky. The grass is green and uniform while the sky is bright blue, not a cloud in sight. There doesn’t seem to be a sun anywhere but the plain is brightly lit.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?”

I gasp and turn around.

I see a boy lying in the grass next to me.

He has a mop of shiny black hair on top of his head, deeply tanned skin, and dark, dark eyes the color of obsidian, surrounded by a thick frame of black eyelashes. He smiles and instantly I know who he is.

“You’re the boy from my other dream,” I state simply. His black eyes twinkle mischievously, almost dangerously. “Someone’s a smarty. How did you know?”

I glance at his lips for a split second. “Intuition,” I reply flatly.

He smiles again, such a bewitching smile. He stands up from lying down, all in one fluid motion and offers me a hand. I take it and he helps me up.

“Who are you?” I ask.

He looks up towards the sky, a distant look crossing his face. “You can call me Leumas.”

I nod. Leumas. Odd name.

“Come take a walk with me, Roseline.”

“Just Rose,” I shoot back automatically.

“Come, take a walk with me, Roseline,” he repeats as he offers a hand.

I roll my eyes and take his hand. He clasps mine firmly but gently in his. His skin is cool to the touch.

“Do you like it here?”


“This place. Do you like it?”

I shrug a shoulder. “It is beautiful,” I state simply.

He lets go of my hand and walks out in front of me. He turns around and closes his eyes. A small crease forms between his eyebrows.

“What is it?” I ask.


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