I'm a Walking Disaster With My Unwanted Virginity

"Are you okay?" I spoke, rather carefully. My guard was up and I poured some radiation into my sword: it glowed yellow. If anything were to happen, I was ready for it. 

I really hoped, nothing happened though.

Enira's body was immobile for a second but then with a twitch, she became attentive. She still wasn't facing me but I could tell that she was definitely paying attention to me.

She turned her head toward me so fast, for a second I thought her neck would snap, but it didn't. She looked at me, perplexed, her eyes became teary. Obviously, my guard was up but I didn't sense any malice from her. She slowly walked my way, the next second- touched my cheek- her movements were almost instantaneous. She'd caught me by surprise- so fast. 

"Helio," She spoke softly.

  Her voice was different from Enira's and even her looks were slightly altered. She actually looked like someone from a photo- but I couldn't remember where I'd seen her or when. I vaguely remember seeing a girl with blue eyes and blue hair in some photo album but honestly, I couldn't remember. Enra's hair wasn't blue parse, but she had a blue hue covering her whole body. 

"Are you okay?" 

Clearly, she wasn't, but I kind of didn't know what to do.

She proceeded to kiss me, very deeply that is. But- a second later- she hugged me and looked at me with a bit of pain. "You are not him." She almost leaked a drop of tear. "Has he- is he still alive?"

"He's dead."

I didn't know why but- it was almost as though I understood this girl. I understood what she was talking about and we were on the same wavelength. 

It was weird. I didn't know her, and yet, I felt like I knew her. I didn't know what she was talking about and yet I knew it. It almost felt like we were connected somehow.

It was really weird. 

And the fact that instead of my father, I thought of my grandfather was even weirder. 

Then again, this girl did say Helio out loud, and not Burt.

'So she was one of gramps' acquaintances?'

  "I see." She closed her eyes, smiled sweetly and the miasma started to evaporate. Two streams did stream through her cheeks though. It was almost like she was moving on. Before completely vanishing she looked at me one final time. "Of course, you're not him. He wasn't as handsome." She giggled. She again kissed me, this time on my forehead. "Live long, my son." Her smile was bright- too bright and it almost made me want to tear up for some reason.

Son? Excuse me!?

  And Enira again started falling. My trance immediately got broken and I moved my hand forward, grabbing Enira in the process. 

So, even dead people thought of me as my grandfather's son? 

Sigh. 

Or I guess it was like those times when old people called everyone around them 'son' and stuff?

Looks like I needed to have a talk with mom anyway. The fact that I actually felt a bit sad at that kind of made me wonder various things though. But for the time being, I had to focus on something else. 

Enira was more of a concern though. Even in my arms, she didn't move. "Hey, you okay? Still with us?" I shook her slightly.

"Mmmhhh." She looked just like before- not a trace of the miasma. Her eyes fluttered open: she wrapped her hand around my neck. "You have to bed me right now, or I'll turn evil. Hurry," She said in a seductive but urgent tone. She also tried to kiss me.

I stared blankly and just dropped her on the floor. "Uh-huh. I totally believe you."

"HEY!"

"Let's go pick our things up and book a plane." I looked back and just walked. 

I was trying to distract my mind from what just happened. 

"I can just-" I kissed Marg before she could finish. 

"I know."

She blushed slightly and didn't say anything else. 

I was being overprotective but it was what it was. 

For some reason, the brat followed us. Enira kind of got mad and went back into the saber.

This whole thing concluded a lot quicker than I thought. But it did leave a lot of questions in my mind. It also evoked some feelings that I didn't know I even possessed. 

***

The kid actually followed us to our room.

"What do you want kid?"

He looked a little nervous as he looked at me. And then he bowed fiercely. "Forgive me, I didn't know you were dating sis. I'm so sorry I called you an old fart." His head was still low and his bow was sincere. 

Apparently, he was also the son of a mistress. Since he was a prodigy, he'd inherited the Rodwich name, but he always had a close relationship with Marg. 

All in all, it just rubbed me the wrong way. 

I gave Marg a glance and she kind of looked awkward.

I actually wanted to talk to her about her illness but I stayed patient. This probably wasn't the best time to be having that conversation.

"We got that part, I still can't remember how you got hurt that badly but- why are you here?"

"Yeah, I kind of got cocky and underestimated you." He chuckled. "I know I'm asking too much but can I stay with you for a day or two? Father called me back home and-" He looked dreadful. "I might get grounded if I went now."

"You'll get even more grounded if you don't go now though," Marg mumbled. 

He looked at me with teary eyes. Obviously, there was just one answer. "No," I said, smiling faintly. I didn't need a kid of all things spying on us when we got busy. 

The kid flinched but stayed quiet.

Marg and Elsa actually hadn't said anything so far, at least about the kid.

So, I gave Marg another glance. "Well?"

"I mean-" For once she seemed slightly uncomfortable. "He's not a bad kid. Having him over for a day-" Her voice got a little low. "I'll be fine with whatever you decide."

I guess she couldn't decide. I really wished she'd be a bit more selfish or at least direct. Ordinarily, she'd be at least direct, but I guess things got complicated when family was involved.

Sigh.

"Fine brat, you'll with us for two days. Then you're out." I weighed the good and the bad. Having this kid over would likely make Marg happy and that meant, I'd also be happy. And if the kid disturbed us, I could always just erase him, right?

He gave me a big wide grin. "It's Dan!"

I flicked his forehead. "I don't care."

Anyway, as Marg and Elsa started to gather their things: I started to see if tickets were available or not.

Both used the other two rooms, so I was alone with the kid.