Hi! This is sort of a sequel to "The Best Birthday Ever." It's not a true sequel per say, since you can probably read this without having read TBBE, but there are some references to TBBE so you might wanna read up on that if you haven't already. Anyways, this fic is gonna have alot of citrus in it, as there is in this first chapter, thus the M-rating. Just a warnin'. I do not own the rights to Disgaea, blah blah blah, someone else does. Now read the fic.
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The tapping of footsteps could barely be heard from the hallway, almost as quiet as a fly landing on a window. A shadow hid behind its mistress as she glanced around the corner, and seeing that no one was there she crept down the staircase, ears erect and alert. It was almost evening; the afternoon was melting into night and it wouldn't be long before the castle became bustling with activity, the other vassals returning from missions or preparing dinner for everyone. She had very little time to do what she wanted to do.
Her hand came to rest against the rusty door, pushing it forward with little effort. She slipped inside, the click of the lock bouncing loudly off her ears, shoulders tensing in reflex. She grimaced as the strong scent of urine briefly hit her senses, clasping her gloved hand over her mouth to keep from breathing the foul smell.
'It's right here,' she reminded herself, crouching down and tapping the floor quietly until she heard a hollow noise. She groped at the tile for a moment before her fingertip snagged on a small knot, and with a tug the floor opened to a secret room. A smile crossed her face. Once more she listened for anyone outside, then lowered herself down the hole.
The room was vaguely illuminated from the light above, just enough to read for a short time. It was completely bare, sans a short table with a pen and book on its top. And a large book it was, for if anyone would see it they would immediately think that the table would be crushed underneathe the book's weight.
Thick leather slipped off of her arms, revealing her soft peach skin inch by inch until it released her slender digits. She knelt before the book, opening it and flipping through the pages until she reached a blank. There, she grasped the pen between her fingers, and she began to write.
'Nothing special happened today. He pretty much ignored me...just like he always does.'
She paused for a moment, briefly glancing at the previous page. It started off with the exact same sentence. A sigh escaped her lips, her mind beginning to wander, her hand seemingly beginning to write on its own.
'I wish he would look at me. I want him to love me again, like he did on his birthday. I wanna come closer to him, close enough to touch his hair...Close enough to touch him...For him to touch me...'
Her breathing became lighter as she remembered his hands on her stomach, inching closer to her belts.
'For him to kiss me...to taste me...for me to taste him...'
Her hands trembled as she recalled her lips against his, the metallic taste of her own blood still on his tongue as it danced with her own.
'His breath on my ear...his hips against mine...he called out my name...I remember...his sweat on my body...'
She reminisced his moans, his tongue lapping at her neck as she clung to him, too immersed in ecstacy to think of anything but him.
'I want him again...Was it just a one night stand? Does he still love me like he did when we...'
A loud crash suddenly jerked her out of her memories, a violent shudder racking her body as her muscles tensed in reaction. She held her breath, listening for more noise. It came in many voices; she recognized them as the other vassals, squabbling over whatever was just broken.
"You dumbass! That's the fourteenth plate you've broken this week! Can't you do anything right?"
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm really really sorry! It slipped from my hands, and--"
"Whatever, clean this up before Miss Etna comes back, or she'll have your head!"
"Y-Yes sir! I'm really sorry!"
More commotion ensued, and her breath gently flowed out of her mouth in a quiet sigh of relief. They were at least three rooms over; she was in no danger of being found out. Her eyes drifted back down towards the paper, her teeth gently sinking into her bottom lip. A long line of ink stretched across the page, slicing through a few words, but leaving the page readable. Her hand had jolted when she heard the crash.
She read what she had written, biting her lip harder as she realized how far she went this time. Her writing was wiggly and difficult to read because of her constant trembling. As her ruby orbs drifted over the last word, she closed them and sighed once more. The magic had been broken.
'This is the only place I can say this,' she began to write, 'This is the only place where I can be alone...but lately, I've been feeling like I am alone no matter where I am. The only place I am not...is here, and in my sleep...my memories and my dreams are all that keep me company.'
She thought for a moment before ending the entry. Her memories...
Fingertips danced along the edges of the other pages, hesitating for a moment before flipping them over. She began to read the previous entries, skipping back to almost the very beginning. There were too many entries to count, precisely, but...it seemed that everything up until number twenty-four had to do with her past. There were still gaps in her memory, but it seemed like from there on she didn't mind leaving them as is. Everything from there on had to do with the prince.
She closed the diary, and it was put back in its place alongside the pen. The creaking sound of doors opening and shutting were the demoness's thanks and goodbye. But she knew she would be back. She knew she would return...
She always did.
