Introduction:
A series of haggard gasps from a feverish nightmare destroyed the stitched house's quiet, melancholy atmosphere as the frightened man shot himself upright into a siting position. Ever since he had killed her, heard her offer and those... words of unrequited love, he had tried to calm himself through sleep. Which was a mistake. He had nightmares of her. No, not quite nightmares, they were pleasant fantasies, but Stein was used to thin sleeps without memorable dreams.
He knew that if he closed his eyes again, he would dream of her coy words and bedroom gold eyes as she seemed to stare straight into your soul. But the hallucinations he had of her were quite worse and too realistic. Medusa was a beast, a loveless animal bent on her sadistic ways. And the witch seemed so alive, so /there/ that Stein almost ached to tell her: "I love you! Just please, leave me alone or take me with you!"
But the professor would never succumb to such a notion. It was all in his head. Yet, reality was what thrived inside your skull. Stein knew that if he said he could fly, and believed he could fly, and one other person thought the same, then that would become his reality. So, were the hallucinations of the snake witch really his reality or just hallucinations? The man pondered this thoughtfully, quite engrossed in this philosophical experiment as he battled between the two sides.
"Don't hurt your head, Professor." The seductive voice of his (imaginary?) Medusa whispered, sitting at the end of his bed with one leg crossed. "You aren't feeling well tonight," The blonde mused, looking upward as if she were in deep thought. "More bad dreams?" Her gold gaze met his green ones and Stein closed his eyes, trying to grope for his glasses, not wanting to answer this... this... visionary impediment.
"You have no idea," The man muttered, to himself or to the witch, he did not know. If the witch was his imagination then did that mean he was talking to himself?
"Oh, poor, poor Stein." It (she?) cooed, getting off the bed and walking slowly towards him, swinging her hips as she did so. Her pale hand reached out and stroked his jaw, mothering him. Stein felt himself tense up at the action, and repressed a shiver. He couldn't deny though that her touch felt wonderful and real and full... as if she were really there. But she wasn't, because Stein killed her.
"You're dead, y'know." The man told it (her?). She (it?) regarded the man monotonously, and smiled. That old coy smile of hers (it?). "Am I?" It (she?) asked almost with childlike innocence.
"But I'm right here." She (it?) added, and Stein frowned. She-it?- had a point.
"You just appeared out of nowhere, you're just a figment of my imagination." The meister offered lamely, not believing himself or this being in front of him anymore.
"Oh, Stein, how... childishly said. That's no way for a man of science to speak, now is it?" The man only shrugged in reply so she (it?) continued: "Besides, I just touched you, didn't I? Didn't you feel it? Or has your skin gone numb?" It-she?- had a point, Stein agreed, but nevertheless he shook his head. He had to refuse this being, or... or what?
"I'm going insane... just leave me alone." It was true. It was not just the madness that was harassing his mind: it was the thought of this witch. The twisting words and deceitful nightmares of love and lust and-
"I can't leave you alone, Stein. You and I are forever bounded through fate. We're together, we'll be together for forever." The witch whispered. Then she embraced the man, letting his head rest against her chest as her arms drew him closer. "Oh. Stein," She murmured, as if in a certain type of pleasure. "I love you." The gray haired man was quiet, as he thought all of this over. She was in love with him.
"You can't love someone who doesn't love you back, Medusa." Stein muttered in reply, but as the witch stroked his hair, the man became less tensed and softened.
"Shh~" Medusa (it? her? him?) shushed, stroking his head, closing her eyes. Suddenly, Stein broke. Not his sanity, but perhaps his self control. The Professor snuggled his head closer to her bosom, filled with warmth and care and was real. Yes, the snake witch was real. She was real! Oh, god, he had wanted her to be real for so long and now she was real.
"Medusa!" He cried, "please, don't leave me here. I need you." It would be the closest he would ever come to saying the words: 'I love you'. Yet, it was all that Medusa needed to hear.
"Don't worry, Stein, I'll never leave you again~"
