Cry with you

Grabbing a few supplies was important for Kait. Recently, Kait hadn't been getting a whole lot of things for herself. That morning, she couldn't find a matching pair of socks. Two days before, Kait realized her flip flops were too small.

And she didn't have any coffee. Which was even more important, in her book.

Grabbing a few containers of coffee, Kait wondered how good of a chocolate supply they had.

His hands stuffed in his pockets, Frodo roamed the shop, not really looking at the shelves, just merely glancing at the items. He didn't mean to be here; just one of the shops he entered as he was walking around the streets aimlessly.

He spotted a familiar redhead and he swore his heart skipped a beat.

Kait.

"Still loving the coffee I see," he chuckled softly, not even sure if she heard him.

Her hand was up her sleeve for her dagger in less in a second. For a few moments, Kait was standing there reassuring herself that it was just Frodo.

"Sorry," Kait mumbled, picking up the coffee she had just dropped. "I have just been really jumpy for the past few days." For a good reason, Kait thought. Wincing mentally, Kait gave Frodo a weak smile. "How have you been?" She didn't look at him in the eye. The red head didn't want him to know, she didn't want to trouble him.

So she stared at his lips instead. Why did she feel the urge to kiss them, when they were like... this?

Damn it Frodo

As soon as Frodo heard his redhead's response, he knew something was wrong. The Hitrost knew her better than anyone and it was very obvious to him. He wanted to hold her and make her tell him everything.

Am I allowed to do that anymore?, he thought.

He blushed lightly when he noticed her staring and his body subconsciously took a step closer. "What happened this time, Kait?" He asked quietly, the plain sadness in his eyes at not having seen her in months. "Just talk to me."

Closing her eyes shut, the broken teen said no response. Why could Frodo read her so well? Only Lora could read her better. And that was pretty unbelievable at this moment.

Putting the coffee bags on a shelf, Kait fiddled with her dagger. A habit that she had picked up, and thankfully hid from Kallie. Kait was quite proud of herself for hiding her training lessons with her brother, and her drinking habits. Though the house elf, Pebbles, knew about both. But thanks to puppy eyes and begging, it was a secret.

"Stuff happened. That's what Frodo. I have been avoiding everybody, and hiding in my house." My house? Since when had she referred Kallie's house as hers.

Frodo was tempted to pull the dagger away from Kait just for a few moments so she would at least look at him. Did she hate him that much? He knew that he hadn't done anything wrong, but he was also involved in causing her sadness.

"I agree that I am smart, but even I can't figure out what 'stuff' is Kait," he smiled, though there was no humour in it. "What happened? Why are you avoiding everyone?" He asked, his voice not hiding the concern and worry.

"Did you find a new home to live in?" He asked in a hopeful tone, knowing full well that she was not talking about her current house at Greece. Like she'd ever hide in there with that horrible woman.

Gods, he missed her like crazy. If this was a normal situation, she'd be in his arms by now, rather than being hesitant.

"What do you think what happened?" Kait looked at him, this time in the eyes. "Take a wild guess. You know what was going to happen eventually." Clenching her fists, the broken teen took in another deep breath.

Still fiddling with her dagger, she leaned against the wall. "Yes."

"I meant other than whatever happened between you and Lena," Frodo replied, looking at the Hrabrost as well. "I am sorry that you both fought because of me," he whispered and stuffed his hands in his pockets once more.

"You did? Who are you living with?" Asked the Hitrost, his voice having an undertone of surprise and relief. Then worry became etched on his face. "But...what made you leave your mother at last?"

"I threw her against a wall, and knocked her out," Kait replied simply, hiding her pride. "It wasn't your fault. It was hers, and I don't care what she was going through during that time. It gave her no right." Subconsciously, Kait glanced around for danger.

Laughing suddenly, Kait shook her head. "You guess. I bet you ten bucks you will never figure it out. The bet on the living arrangment's. It doesn't take a genius to figure out what happen with that woman."

Frodo felt his heart clench painfully as he heard what Kait did. Though he loved his redhead more, he couldn't allow himself to abandon either of them. But at the same time, he understood why she did what she did.

"It is kind of my fault since it was me that she kissed," replied the Hitrost. "Sadly, I don't think I'll ever get her reason clearly in my head."

"Stop with the vague answering and just tell me everything Kait," he pleaded. "Who are you living with and what the hell happened at your home in Greece?"

The Greek saw the pained look on his face. Kait felt guilty a bit, but not what she did to Lena. But how she said it so carelessly.

"No it was not, Frodo Moria," Kait snarled vehemently. "And I wouldn't either. So I just plan on ignoring her when I can, until I do." Alcohol might help, Kait thought, pushing down her craving. For now.

"I am living with an fully capable adult. And escaped death for a millionth time. I used magic, but the minister knows me, so I got out of it." Kait snapped, brushing her hair out of her face. "I don't feel like talking about. It's bad enough that it happened."

Picking up her coffee, Kait grabbed a pack of socks and a toothbrush, not wanting to look at Frodo.

Frodo barely flinched at the Hrabrost's outburst. After years of being with her, he was pretty much used to her temper. He didn't like the fact that she and Lena were planning on ignoring each other, but he knew there was very little he could do about it.

He got closer to her and put his fingers under her chin, making her look at him. "Talk to me Kait," he whispered pleadingly. "It's me, what are you so worried about?"

The Hitrost kissed her deeply and blushed lightly as he pulled back and ran a hand through his hair nervously.

Breathing hard, Kait growled and punched a nearby wall. It didn't make a hole but it did make a dent. She stared at the neutral colored walls, tears threatening to spill.

She knew she was always welcomed to cry in Frodo's arms, but it was always her pride that prevented her.

Staring into Frodo's eyes, Kait felt herself going weak. He always did that. There was few people in the world Kait would be weak over, to feel the urge to hide them away from everything. Lora, Frodo, and Anya.

Lena used to be one of those people.

It was the kiss the caused her to spill. To taste the love he had for her. To feel the yearning he had, to care for her.

Burying her head into his chest, the red head took in a shaky breath. "S-she... she... tried to... She tried to kill me," Kait whispered softly, a few tears falling. "My mother... tried to kill me."

"Hey, don't do that," Frodo protested and pulled Kait close, rubbing her hands soothingly. The last thing he wanted was to see her hurt herself and as long as he was around, he wouldn't let her risk it.

His gaze never wavered from hers and he stroked her cheeks gently. Sometimes, words were never needed. It was these sorts of silences that created a feeling of reassurance; that they wouldn't leave each other's side, no matter what.

The Hitrost's grip on her tightened as he wrapped his arms around her and his eyes widened in shock. He felt a sudden anger that was so strong, the type of anger he felt only once after his mother's death.

"I do not care what you say anymore, I am never letting you go near her again, understand?" He asked, his voice dangerously low. He took a deep breath, trying to calm down and placed a kiss on her forehead. He rubbed her back comfortingly, encouraging her to cry if she needed to.

"How did she try to do that?" Frodo questioned, sounding angry and pained at the same time.

Kait shivered slightly at feeling his anger. If there was the the quality that Frodo had, that aided in Kait letting Frodo in, was his trait to hardly ever be aggressive or angry. For him to be angry, it wasn't right.

"I am not going in that house, or near that house," Kait whispered, tears falling thickly. She reached up to stroke his cheeks, comforting. Shaking her head quickly, Kait hid her head in his neck. "I don't want to talk bout' it."

"I'm sorry," Frodo quickly apologized, sensing that he probably freaked out Kait with his sudden anger. "You can't blame me for being mad, though. You're everything to me, Kait. How can I not get angry when someone, especially your mother, tried to kill you?" He whispered. "Oh God, I love you so much," he said and hugged her tightly, as though scared she would go away.

He wiped away her tears and leaned his forehead against hers. Placing his hand over hers as she stroked his cheeks, he murmured, "Good, because I won't let you. It's over, okay? You're safe." It pained him to see her like this again and the Hitrost kissed her to show her that it was indeed over.

"Of course," he nodded and added, "Sorry I asked. With whom are you staying now?"

(OOC: Wow... I got to post a non-insane still red head Kait...)

"Your the only one who makes me feel this way," The red head murmured softly, almost unheard. "To make me feel sane, hopeful... loved. At least, this loved." Burying her head in the crook of his neck, Kait blinked away tears. "Please don't do anything rash... please. One of the reasons I love you, it's because what you haven't done. To me, your innocent. I want you to stay that way."

I'm never safe, Kait hissed softly, knowing that Frodo wouldn't understand her. I'm just safer with you. Forcing a small smile, Kait stood up tall to kiss him better.

"The Minister. We meet before... and I came to her when I was in trouble." It was a bit hard to admit that, she was staying with her. Especially when the Minister was kidnapped right now. Not that Frodo knew.

He wasn't going to know though.

"I'm sure that's not true, there are others who definitely care for you as much as I do," Frodo said firmly and kissed Kait's forehead. "I'm sorry again that you and Lena are fighting because of me." Even as he said it, he knew he felt more than just guilt for the situation. Sure, he didn't initiate anything, but clearly he had said or done something to be a part of it.

He took a deep breath and nodded his head slowly. "As long as you don't go near her again, I think it's okay. But I can't say what I'll do and not do, because it's just rare when I get really angry."

"You're staying with the Minister? I guess I should be relieved by that, but I'm not sure," he admitted. "I would make you live with me, but unfortunately, I am homeless at the moment." He mentally cursed his father and just hoped his sister was alright. "But at least, staying with the Minister sounds a lot more comforting."

"How can I know that, Fro?" The question came out as a small whimper, as she buried her head futher in the crook of his neck. "How do I know when people are faking it!? Damn it Frodo, I am going insane! I can't... I don't freaking know what to do anymore!" Her fists pounded on his built chest as she cried. Her tears stung, it reminded her that she was weak. That was weak to cry. That was one of the many lessons that was drilled into her head, as a youngster.

"Child! Stop crying! I didn't even hit you, and you are crying!" Her mother towered over her four year old figure, as Kait crawled away from the drunk woman. "Crying is a weakness! Tears are your weakness!"

Crying harder at the memory, her fists relaxed, only to clench again around the fist full of fabric she had. Merlin, she was going insane. She was becoming a ghost of who she really was.

Who was she really though?

"I'm not going to Greece anymore," The Greek whispered roughly in the only human speaking language she used now- Russian. If Kait took one step on the lands of her old home, she would freeze up. Too many memories, too many steps closer to her old place.

"There is always Durmstrang. How about getting a job? That could pay for a cheap apartment." Kait didn't want to see her boyfriend homeless, it made her wonder where he slept now.

And that's when Frodo really began to worry about his girlfriend. Sure, he was used to this sort of behaviour from Kait, but this seemed to be worsening and suddenly, he felt hurt and anger on her behalf towards her mother and all the other people that had molded her like this.

He pushed her away gently and cupped her face in his hands, wiping the tears. It broke his heart to see so many tears and he could feel himself weakening. But no, he would stay strong for her. "Listen to me, you are not going insane, okay? It's okay to be like this Kait," he whispered brokenly but managed to give her a determined look through his eyes.

The Hitrost pulled her in closer, almost afraid to let go. "I love you," he kept murmuring into her hair, letting her cry and knowing that he could never leave her side. Ever.

"If you ever change your mind to go back to Greece, I will go with you. I'll not allow you to go there on your own," he promised and kissed her lightly on the lips.

He chose to say nothing about about his current living conditions. He wasn't in the mood to discuss that now, and this moment, he didn't care if he ended up with strangers, as long as everything was okay with Kait. She was his primary concern.

"Be like this?" She echoed, shaking her head a little. "I feel the insanity coming Frodo! Sometimes, I feel like I can't control my body. I-It is no.. not o.k!" The red head felt broken, broken like fine glass. Glass couldn't be put back together with glue, and still hold its old beauty. It had to be recycled, and put back together again.

Molding herself into his body again, Kait took in deep breaths, to try to control herself. Godammit, was she so freaking weak!?

"I won't," She murmured, shaking her head quickly. "I can't, I won't." But she appreciated Frodo's offer- she was pretty sure that someday she would change her mind. She was that type of person, to always change her mind. She was like a constant rolling ball of multicolored yarn.