"Gilbeerrrrrrrrt!" I drug out my bellow to resound in the valley to reach the albino skidding down the hill side. He pivoted and grinned an unbearably cocky grin before continuing. His Teutonic knight cape glided as he soared from rock to rock. The sun kissed his white hair (which made it hard to follow him). In day light...there was an aura around him that could make anyone jealous. Night was no different but it was the moon that paid homage to the silver boy. "Gil-" my mouth snapped shut half way through his name. I couldn't help but grit my teeth at the impact and squint open my eyes. He was there, solid as a brick wall...the person I ran into.
"Elizaveta," His voice was at the awkward stage where it didn't know if it wanted to be deep or high pitched. Albeit, his voice wasn't like most boys who had that rough sound to it. His was smooth like molasses. If he didn't have that pitch change once in awhile, it would put anyone under a spell. No one really met his eyes closer than a yard away before, but if they did; they would know they were the color of cherries."How unawesome it was for you to run into the awesome me!" His cocky words were loud and proud although his actions fumbled to see if I was alright. His hands scanned me, never landed, but fluttered about. "I understand you're jealous of my awesome but it doesn't literally rub off on people around me."
"Doesn't hurt to try," I humored his ego by feigning disappointment. His laugh at my remark was annoying. I kicked him in the shin but that didn't deter his laughter. "You leave tonight, don't you?"
His facial expressions grew tight and the air around him tempted to be sliced through with my own words. I could form none. I desperately wanted his nonchalant, carefree, releasing smile to return to his face. He slid a few fingers under the only lock of hair I had falling from my face and brushed it behind my ear. He sent a chill down my spine when he replaced my hair with a tiny pink chrysanthemum. When he withdrew his hand, a few strands of my maple colored hair followed and the last of my breath slid from my lips. I was speechless. Something I did must have been funny because he chuckled lowly and returned my look with a sweet yet sad smile.
"I will be back Miss-Unawesome." He spat in his hand and extended it towards me. I eyed the extended offer like it was poison. It was new...I didn't know what to do. "It's a promise dummy." I beamed and without a second heart beat, spat in my own and squished our hands together. The warm liquid squeezed through my fingers and made me cringe on the inside. We shook on it and he turned, lunged, and was gone.
I wanted to run off after him. I wanted to cling to him with my eyes filled with tears. I wanted him to hear my choked pleas for him to stay. His answer, in my mind, had already been predetermined. "How unawesome!" I wiped at my eyes with my wrist and turned my back on him as he trotted away.
The rocks below me gave out and I stumbled. A sharp pain surged from my ankle to my knee. It throbbed frantically, searching for blood to be delivered to injury. I bit my tongue while gripping to a tree limb but to no avail I collapsed anyways. My head snapped to where Gilbert was and, in a panic, scouted for him. "GILBERT!" My voice didn't make it far. It was all in vain for the silver boy was already out of ear shot. /I have to do this myself/. "How unawesome!" His voice echoed in my head. I grew angry and stood to my feet. This would only disappoint him. Some kind of magic flowed in my veins as I stumbled home.
"Elizaveta!" I was henned over by my mother who, unlike Gilbert, was tugging at my clothes and roughly moving me to see the damage. At this point, my ankle didn't hurt. Mother made a big deal out of it because it was black. Gripping to the flower from my hair in my hands; blackness shrouded around me. I could only hear my mother scream and the floor beneath me.
That was the day I turned back on the happiness I was meant to chase after.
Staring at the mirror, my mother combed through my hair. She tugged out the forest trash and tossed it aside. My curls bounced back into place to the middle of my shoulders. Mother was rambling on and on about how unlady-like it was to do what I did and that my cast would chase off suitors. The amount of care I had for the suitors was as tall as the tiles on the floor.
"Eliza do this. Elizaveta do that." I growled to myself. There wasn't any money in my family and there was no title. We were the Héderváry family. Simple as that. There was never a trait in the family to be desired for. My eyes were boring and green, hair a simple maple, and a very masculine figure. Mother said it was due to my age I didn't look more like a girl but I think it was a small lie to make herself feel better.
There weren't any suitors in the picture anyways. The last one to come to my doorstep was Gilbert…and even then it was a joke. I had no clue what my mother thought would happen. Just because when she was little and would get suitors doesn't mean I would get any. Even if I did get one…he wouldn't stay long in the picture anyways. Not many people could handle me. Mom was beautiful and graceful. Some called her a saint. I'm just her tomboy daughter.
"Maria!" One of her friends waved her over and she abandoned her work. I combed through my locks with a splayed hand and messed it up to my liking.
"Eliza…" My mother's voice was stern but "motherly". She had a boy by her side with her hand at the middle of his back. He had dark brown hair with a little sticking up in the front. He wore a pressed lavender tunic and dark tights. He sported what Gilbert and I joked to be "Librarian" glasses. His facial expression was unamused so I matched it. "This is Roderich…"
A/N: There is no excuse for my absence that would suffice for my viewers. I was just...gone. Sorry...and I'm not done writing yaoi(i'm writing outside fanfiction)...its just I wanted to try this pairing y'know?