[center]After a stop at the store for stuff to cook for dinner the walk to his apartment was quick and soon he was unlocking the door and stepping through. The sight that greeted him made him wince. There sat Blaze, the remains of a pair of Raven’s underwear scattered around the feline. The kitten was glaring as best as an animal could glare, tail waving stiffly behind the kitten. Raven sighed as he knelt in front of the feline. [color=violet]”I know, I forgot to feed you but I can make it up to you.”[/color] He said, shaking the bag in his hand. Blaze gave the bag a curious look, padding over to sniff it. Raven stood and the kitten followed him to the kitchen. He washed out the cat’s food bowl and opened the can of cat food he had bought. Upon smelling the food, Blaze’s eyes lit up and began to mew and paw at Raven pants gently. The boy laughed at his pet’s behavior and set the bowl down, watching Blaze pounce on it. He normally bought the cheap cat food because he didn’t always have to money to buy the kind the cat loved. But he had today in way of an apology. 

After Blaze had finished eating he rubbed against Raven, purring. Raven laughed as he petted the kitten before standing and unloading everything else he had bought. He had been in the mood for spaghetti tonight. He set a pan of water on to boil and set another pan on the stove and added oil. As he waited for the pan to heat up he grabbed a bowl and began mixing ground beef, garlic and other ingredients. Soon he was humming to himself as he rolled the meat into balls. As the motions became automatic, his mind drifted away to what had happened this afternoon. It puzzled him. What in the world happened? Did he hallucinate? But it seemed so [i]real[/i]. And what happened to that girl? He hadn’t seen her when he came back to his sense. Had he scared her off when he had that freak out? Probably. He couldn’t blame her really. He just hoped he hadn’t scared her too badly. 

As his mind continued to drift, he began placing the meatballs in the oil. Sizzling filled the kitchen and soon, the smell of cooking meat. He added the noodles to the water and turned the meatballs every now and then. His stomach grumbled in hungry as he began unpacking some fruit he had bought as well. He decided a snack before dinner couldn’t hurt and without thinking he brought the fruit he was holding to his mouth and sank his teeth into it. He tore off a piece, chewed, swallowed then repeated the actions. The taste filled his mouth, running over his taste buds. A mew suddenly brought him from his daze and he blinked down in shock at the orange he held. He…He had been eating it, peel and all. The orange fell from his limp fingers and landed on the cabinet as he stared down at his hand. He didn’t understand. When he was younger he had been dared to eat an orange peel. He had been sick for the rest of the day. He knew some people ate orange peels but he just couldn’t stomach them. So…how was he able to eat the orange just now? 

As if his stomach finally realized just what he had eaten, it lurched and he lunged for the trashcan just before he retched. After a few minutes he rinsed his mouth out under the tap. He leaned under the cabinet before throwing the orange away and cleaning the stickiness off the surface. Luckily, he barely saved his meatballs from burning and as he added them to the sauce he realized that after what just happened he wasn’t all that hungry. He mitotically finished everything before loading half of the food into bowls and heading next door. Mrs. Forester answered and blinked in surprise at the boy standing at her doorstep. 

[color=lightblue]”Hello, Raven. What can I do for you?”[/color] Raven gave her a small smile before holding up the bowls. [color=violet]”I got a little too carried away making spaghetti and I was wondering if you would like some?”[/color] The woman smiled. [color=lightblue]”Of course, you know my family and I would never turn down your cooking. It’s the best thing we have ever tasted.”[/color] A small blush crept over his features as he handed over the bowls and waved goodnight. As the woman was closing the door, Raven heard Mr. Forester ask who it was. Upon hearing his wife’s reply on who it was and what he brought them, Raven blushed darker at the sound of Mr. Forester’s whoop of delight. 

Raven returned home and put the rest of the food away in the fridge for later. After that he headed to the bathroom to draw a bath. He added some lavender scented oil before stripping and sinking into the warm water. He sighed, leaning his head against the side of the tub as he closed his eyes. [color=violet]”What a weird day.”[/color] He murmured, allowing himself to sink under the water. He kept his eyes closed, the peaceful silence around him causing him to relax. He didn’t know how long he had been under there for but after about ten minutes he opened his eyes and gasped, shooting up into a sitting position. Water dripped down his face and he wiped it out of his eyes. He had been under for far longer than he should have been able to hold his breath. Wait…had he been holding his breath at all? He wasn’t really thinking about when he went under. Deciding it was high time for bed, he drained the water and got out. He reached for his towel and began drying off. He happened to glance at himself in the mirror and froze. He frowned, stepping closer to examine what it was that caught his attention.

He raised a hand and picked at the dry skin he saw, eyes widening when it fell off to show a black-blue spot. He ran a finger over it, surprised at the hard, smooth texture he felt. He tried to pull it off but hissed in pain. As he stared at himself he noticed that there were more of the black spots scattered all over his arms, chest, and legs. Worry and fear ran through him. Was this some type of disease?! He began pacing around his small bathroom, fingers picking idly at the black spots on his arms. He took a deep breath. [color=violet]”Just calm down. Go to bed. You've already had one hallucination today, this is probably just another.”[/color] 

He finished drying off and pulled on his night clothes. Soon he was turning out the light and sliding under the blankets. Blaze curled up next to him and he stroked the kitten, feeling his eyes becoming heavy with sleep. It wasn’t long before he was fast asleep.[/center]