KC's POV:

Zane and I were hanging out together again. He was showing me the cliffs again since I love them so much.

"Kawaii~Chan," He asked.

"Yes?"

"Why are you so comfortable around me?"

I giggled at the silly question.

"Because, Zane~Kun, Kawaii~Chan thinks you're pretty cool."

"Why?"

"Well, Kawaii~Chan thinks that Zane~Kun is special when she isn't."

Zane looked at me. I couldn't tell if he was confused or annoyed.

"What," I asked. "Why is Zane~Kun looking at Kawaii~Chan?"

"Because," He sighed. "You're not normal. I thought it was normal for your kind to look at weird things."

"Umm, maybe but, Kawaii~Chan thinks that it's a bit rude."

"Eh, I thought it was rude that you all came crashing into our home but, I guess it's to fullfill the dept."

"Kawaii~Chan thinks-"

"Can you stop talking like that?"

"Like what, Zane~Kun?"

"You always talk in third person, in a high pitch voice...do you think it's cute or something?"

I sighed and just shrugged.

"Really," He asked, unsatisfied with my answer.

I know I wasn't going to get him off my back. I've known him for a short amount of time but, I can tell he's not one to drop something.

"Does Zane~Kun promise not to tell," I asked, to which he nodding. I took a deep breath and went with it. "I'm using it to cover who I really am. I'm not what people think."

He now seemed intrigued by me.

"What does that mean?"

"It means that I don't want to be who I was."

"Which was...?"

"A witness to a lie."

He was silent and seemed to be more concerned.

"I'm not what you think, Zane and if you were to find out, you would hate me for it."

"It's probably not that bad. Did you kill someone or something?"

"No...but, I witness someone kill an important part of life."

I just sat down on the cool stone and just...stared at the blue waves.

"KC, you don't have to tell me, if you don't want to."

I was silent. I wanted to. Zane was someone that was different. Only one other person knows my secret which is Katelyn. It's like I chipped my insanity a little by doing so but, now it's growing and I don't want to keep it in. But, maybe telling Zane isn't wise.

"Zane...do you know what Washington DC is?"

"Indeed. My parents told me of the place," He says, sitting down next to me. "Did you come from there?"

"You mean, grew up there? Yes. I did. My father was a huge political figure in our country...

he was the president of the United States."

"I've heard of a...president. What do they do exactly?"

"They keep things in check. They make laws that are best for our country."

"What does that have to do with a lie?"

"Well, my Father was going through a situation with other countries. Over population. He agreed with other countries that we would have a nuclear war to wipe out all the adults and leave teens and children, along with some people to help rebuild our world again. Such as environmentalists. He kept the agreement from the US and the war started. First, they started small. Switzerland then, other various countries. My mother and I had some doubts but, were told to keep our mouths shut."

"...What happened next?"

"Soon, it was our turn. The whole world was chaos. We decided that we would do all powerful countries at the same time. So, my parents stuck me in a bunker and before the other adults for the US could come in, they closed the door for my protection...with my parents outside."

"KC...I'm so sorry."

"I was the only child that survived in DC. I changed my name, my voice, the way I act...I was ashamed of who I was and I never plan to go back."

"You know, that it's not your fault."

"How? I kept my mouth shut and now look where that led."

He bit his lip, hesitant on what to say.

"Look, if you hate me, that's fine. Just...let me leave with my friends."

"I don't hate you."

I looked over to him, shocked.

"Why?"

"Because, KC. You're not the problem. Your father made a choice and you didn't have a choice in the matter."

What he did next was odd but, comforting. He hugged me...

"You're not at fault here KC," He says, tightly wrapping his arms around me.

"...it's Nana."

"What?"

"My name is Nana...I just thought you should know."

He smiled.

"Don't be afraid to be you, Nana."

"...I won't."

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