Finished on 11/11/2014

Drabble


She waited five years for her. It was to be expected when she appeared at her doorstep, covered in blood, hers and not so much. Mana took her in without complain. The nature of their relationship was such.

"Were you expecting me?" Saya pointed to the pile of clean clothing by the entrance. Mana pursed her lips, neither denying nor confirming that statement.

"You can leave your... is that a skirt? Better throw it away in that state," She went for the abused piece of fabric, but Saya stopped her. Her red eyes shone with gentleness not often expressed.

"I met you in that skirt," Mana smiled warmly as she retreated and gave Saya her space. Too much contact made her uncomfortable. Mana too had picked on that strange habit.

"Well, we better fix it up a bit, if you are disappearing on me again," It wasn't meant to be a jab of any sort. They knew it, so Saya did not take offence.

"Stay," Saya grabbed her hand in a delicate grip. "Leave the skirt. Hopefully I will have no more use for it," Tilting her head, Mana took a glimpse into her red eyes, trying to decipher what she meant to say. Her mind didn't take long to catch up.

"You can't abandon the world like this. They will die without you,"

"Let them burn,"