Secret, Secret
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Kira tossed and turned from her sleep, jolting awake from her nightmare. DAMNIT IT ALL!
"How many Mews does it take to beat me?"
Kish said from her bedroom window.
Kira paused in the middle of her sting of curses and gave a childish frown at the intruding alien. He leaned on the frame, taking pleasure at her irrate figure curled up, ready to strike at him.
"Not you, please not tonight." She grumbled, rubbing her eyes. She hadn't been sleeping well with the dreams alone. He wasn't making it any better.
"No? Why should I listen to you? You know I've really stuck my neck out for you and your little race on this planet." He said. "TIme's running out until He awakes. As soon as that happens, you'll wish you'd never left me.
Kira snapped at herself before stretching again and getting from her bed in an almost relaxed way. It was normal for her to keep her anger botled under a facade and strike when full.
"Get out, or my swords will go through your head."
"Why? I want to see the only Mew that dwells at night."
"I am not a Mew! I'm a Bane! You of all people should know that. You rememeber the day when you invaded our planet, kidnapping every child your race could find. Even snatching them in front of their parents. We still yearn for Akoran and we're no human creation like those girls are."
Kish approached Kira with a look of curiosity and started to walk around her, watching her cross expression. This was something she was used to from prior expirience, but it was amazing she hadn't attacked him by now. She drew a crystal-like flute from her pocket and began to hold it to her mouth, but he shot up to her and took the flute from her fingertips. She was shocked as Kish held her flute in his fist. For a moment she lok like she was going to cry a little, but the glazed look was replaced by a grimace, her eyes locked into the instument.
"Awww, I got the kitty's toy?"
He said in a mocking voice, twirling it in his fingers. He watched Kira follow it, fists clenched. Her breathing had changed and her eyes were sharpening.
"Would kitty like a trade?" He said darkly, at such a whisper, she had to focus on his voice instead of her weapon and strain her ears to hear him. He teleported behind her and pushed his knuckles into her shoulder blades. She cried out in pain as he ground into the scar on her back, reaching back to try and hit him. He pulled her arm behind her and licked the back of her neck, recieving she shiver and a strangled hiss. Kira growled and tilted her head back.
"Big mistake." She sneered, grinning smugly as she twisted her body around his, making him loose his grip on her. She knocked him in the stomach with her fist. Regrettng only slightly when she heard him. She then continued by stepping on his foot, smacking him in the nose, and hitting him 'there'.
Kish proceeded to double over, tearing slightly and dropping her flute. Kira swiped it and locked it away hasily. He was still in the fetal position when she went over to him and helped him up, her devotion from so long ago still tugging at her heartstrings. She paused, sneaking a quick kiss from him. He growled possessively and licked her lips, nibbling her ear before whispering hoarsely into it.
"You never change, pet. Be back soon." With that, he dissapeared, allowing Kira to relax, for the time being.