Ex-V: I hope you like it!
What Am I doing…Emi wondered, miserable, slightly upset, on Maou's couch.
The hero glanced over, at the demon king, who was watching Television, disinterestedly, beside her.
She tugged her knees up to her chest, unhappily, thoughts swirling. What am I doing, what am I doing…
Emilia knew what she was doing, and nothing terrified her more than confronting herself on the matter.
Maou isn't evil anymore. He hasn't been evil in two years.
I don't have to watch him anymore, and I don't have any reason to be here.
And yet, despite knowing that the demon king was reformed, she found herself at his place every day, she was with him every day…From right after work, to the fall of night, and sometimes later...
As for tonight, she had yet to leave, she simply had yet to leave, as the hours ticked on by...
Recently, she'd been staying later and later...
But for Emi, admitting that she was with Maou because she wanted to be with Maou was insane; it was almost physically painful. In her heart, she had realized it long ago, maybe a year ago, maybe more.
She wanted to be closer to him.
Perhaps, she wondered, inconsolable, turning away, watching the far side of the room, trepidation filling her, perhaps she was hoping he wanted to be closer to her.
Perhaps she was hoping he would fall for her, or…
Emi's heart thudded, numbly, inside her, and she jumped to her feet, eyes squeezed tightly shut, shaking her head.
"Emilia-?" Maou turned to her, slightly confused, and she could feel his curious stare on her back, as she whirled away from him, desperately, hoping to conceal her face, the faint blush on her cheeks, the tears welling up in her eyes.
She couldn't handle it, she couldn't deal with it, she'd gone too far, even just thinking the words in her mind was destroying her.
She had to get away, she had to leave, flee, never to return, she couldn't bear this any longer-
"Emi-" Maou was on his feet, behind her, but she didn't look back, stepping into her shoes, jaw clenched shut, eyes downcast, and threw his door open, running out into the night.
The king of hell just watched her go, nonplussed, eyes wide, for a moment, before glancing up, out the window, noticing storm clouds gathering overhead.
He sighed, running a hand through his hair, making his way over to the door, picking an umbrella up out of a stand, heading into the drizzling rain, as it began to pour down around him.
(Ten minutes later)
Emilia stood, despondent, on a bridge, in the downpour, looking out over the water, passing by below.
Her eyes drifted closed, for a moment, feeling the rain pouring down around her, soaking into her, feeling her wet hair pressing against her face.
It was refreshing, somehow, but it was also terribly sad, and lonely…
Her life had been so much easier, before, years ago, in Ente Isla…Back when she was clearly a hero, and Maou was clearly a villain, someone she hated, someone she was sworn to kill, an enemy…
She wanted, so desperately, to return to those days, to go back, for her feelings to vanish, for her heart to stop, in her chest, if only it would erase her feelings for Maou…
"I…I'm sick of this." She mumbled, to herself, looking up, squinting, into the grey, stormy clouds. "I want to go back…I want to go back to Ente Isla-"
She trailed off, and for a moment, in silence, the only sound was pouring rain.
She shut her eyes, sighing, strongly suspecting that there were tears running down her cheeks, mixing with the streams of running water…
"I can't let you do that, Emilia." Maou was behind her, and her eyes snapped open, as she whirled around, horrified.
The rain above her had stopped…As she backed herself into the railing, she looked up, seeing Maou, Holding an open Umbrella out, covering her.
Her heart fluttered, and she hissed, furious, faintly red, glaring at him, swallowing her feelings, as best she could. "What? Are you going to stop me-?"
"I will." He turned slightly away, grinning, staring out over the bridge, still holding the umbrella over her, as rain poured down onto him, in her place.
She looked down, at her toes, for a moment, frustrated, silently, struggling, speechless, fighting her own shallow breaths. Somehow, she felt terribly winded….
"Why…?" She managed, whispering, voice tiny, looking back up at him, heart throbbing.
He met her eyes, and she saw some strange impulse rising in his features, some hungry, barely restrained impulse, but he laughed, seemingly regaining control of himself. "You don't want to know why, Emilia. Trust me."
She froze, heart stopping, for a moment, and felt her breath catch in her throat.
They stared across at each other, for a moment, quietly, noiselessly, as the rain poured down, around them, onto him, as Emi stood, at arms length, under his umbrella.
She felt her thought swim, watching him, and she knew she could see some kind of desire in his face…Maou was careful, he was watching her, coolly, calmly, collected, but the hints of desire were there, and she couldn't stand it.
It was agonizing, she couldn't bear it, and she stepped towards him, desperately, heart hammering, closing the distance between them, grabbing his hand, pulling it towards him, with her, as she stepped into him, standing right in front of him, almost pressed against him, staring up, longingly, eyes wide, into his face.
The umbrella now covered them both, and the ringing, heavy sounds of rain sloshed on the thin fabric above them.
"I want to know…" She whispered, breathless, disbelieving, as the hero and Demon king just stared at each other; Maou blinked, eyes wide, and Emi trembled, fidgeting, feeling his breath on her, as she refused to look away from him. "Why?" She insisted, helpless, at last.
He struggled, for a moment, with his composure, feeling her, soaked, pressing against him, right in front of him, so close…
He checked, dryly bemused, her eyes, looking deep into her face, reading her, and saw wide, wet, watery orbs, pools full of innocence, naivety.
And he was such a pervert, it was awful. He almost chuckled, if it wasn't so demented, it would be funny. "My reasons are the worst, Emi. I don't want to tell you-"
She froze, stunned, trembling, heart racing.
"Did...Did you fall for me-?" She managed, voice tiny. "D-Do…Do you want to kiss me-?"
Maou twitched, grinning faintly, frustrated, restraining himself, turning away, unable to look at her red face for a moment longer, without risking his cool exterior demeanor…
The demon king grabbed her arms, teleporting them, silently, out of the rain, into her apartment.
"M-Maou-?" She stammered, shocked, heart rate spiking, eyebrows rocketing up.
He turned away, unable to meet her eyes, unwilling to compromise her innocence by answering.
She grabbed his sleeve, however, sensing his intentions, just as he made to teleport away, and he cursed himself, internally, as she managed to yank herself along for the ride.
Maou materialized, in his apartment, with Emi appearing beside him, still holding his shirt tightly.
He met her eyes, pained, and saw her huff, flustered, but determined.
The king of Demons groaned, teleporting them back into her apartment.
"Emi, Let go-"
"No!" She snapped, flushed, heart hammering in her chest, pulse racing. "Answer me-!"
Ex-V: Did you like it? Did you have fun?
I hope so! I'll put the next chapter up tomorrow, If you want! :D
See you then!