This was a drabble I thought up one night, but I'm continuing it into a story. Please be patient with future updates, I have 3 AP's and college apps so I might not get time to constantly write like I would love to do. T.T

Anyway, Asura is a curious man, even if what he finds curious frightens him.

Enjoy!

Trapped. Trapped like a fly in a spiders nest...

He had kidnapped her from the safety of her own bed without even waking her. How is that even possible? He and carried her thousands of miles to an unknown location in an ancient temple...and SHE STILL HADN'T WOKEN UP? She definitely had some deep sleeping issues.

But all of that didn't mater now. All that mattered now was trying not to scream. He scared her without a doubt; this man whom had kidnapped her. The three eyes on his face scared her , even more then any imagination of death, just from what they symbolized.

Insanity may have rule over everyone else in the world, but she could not be affected. Still, he was powerful, and without a doubt, he could break her easily, which were the thoughts that were most terrifying to her. Pain, pain, pain.

Yet, so far, he hadn't laid a single harmful hand on her precious body. Instead, he had treated her comfortably. Letting her use his own, but extremely historic at that, bed to sleep kindly while he waited patiently for her to awake. Now that she was, however, her once peaceful dreams and unconsciousness had fully worn off and were replaced with a dreadful feeling of fear. Why had he brought her here?

She reached for the covers, that had once been preventing his wandering eyes from wandering too far over her skimpy sleep wear, to cover herself up once again. He was so close to her, sitting a mere foot or so away form her on the luxurious bed he owned. She glared at him maliciously, never trusting him. Not even for a second.

He noticed her expression and looked curiously back.

'What is that look for?' She asked in her head.

Suddenly his face was closer, too close for her personal comfort zone. Her face reddened as she tried to scoot backwards before she noticed his scarves. She was automatically halted. They were hovering closely to her back, as if ready to catch her if she fell, or surge her forward into his awaiting mouth, only to devour her soul. He approached again, growing ever closer. She closed her eyes, waiting for the pain to come, waiting for her existence to cease.

"You don't have to be afraid of me. I will not harm you." A deep voice calmly vibrated.

... 'What?' …

Her eyes peeked out form behind her eyelids as she looked up to see two perfectly red eyes staring into her face intently; simply fascinated.

"You're so close to me..." She stated dumbly.

"I know." He said back.

"Why?"

"Because I want to be."

...Well, I guess you can't argue with facts.

"Why did you kidnap me? Where am I?"

"I took what is mine, I did not 'kidnap' you. You're soul is very close to mine, but in an opposite way... if that makes sense. I am simply curious." He explained casually. "..and i'm not telling you where you are." He still looked curiously at her.

"P-please don't stare... and that didn't make sense." She blushed, avoiding eye contact. She still didn't know why the blood was persisting to rush to her cheeks.

"Does staring make you uncomfortable?" He asked, a slight tone of amusement tinkling in his voice. Now only inches from her face, he raised a hand to her cheek and stroked it gently with one finger, relishing in it's soft feeling. His eyes were focused on her one spot of skin, watching his finger drag itself down her cheek. She looked at him oddly, not knowing for certain why he was acting this way.

"I've never touched another person..." He explained his reasonings to her, letting her know how he felt. She seemed to be the only one he wasn't afraid to touch now.

She gasped at his boldness...but also at his sweetness. She had never heard him use that soft tone of voice she had just heard.

A while ago he had started to grow curious in the ways of courage. This sudden surge of new strength had in turn caused him to become painfully curious about this young meister . He had never known what touch was- besides painful ones. But, he had grown bold and wanted to experiment with the two things he had grown curious about. He had found...they were both rather addicting. Growing bolder still, he now cupped her cheek, drawing it upwards. Touching was addicting. She was addicting.

Fear dragging itself along her spine, she shivered noticeably, making him jump. He snapped his arm back out of surprise.

"Sorry..." She trailed, relaxing slightly now that his touches had retreated for now...She felt strange when he touched her...

"It's okay." He said. Slowly he made his way back to her, but now he was touching her hand, resting his palm over the back of her hand. Maka blushed harder and pulled away. Her heart was fluttering and her face was tomato red.

Asura stared happily before mumbling "cute..." under his breath.

He surged forward again, grasping her hand fully now, intertwining their fingers in a lover's embrace. Maka's eyes lit up in embarrassment.

"What are you doing?" She exclaimed, pulling at her hand, trying to escape his grip. He was having none of that; he was simply too strong. Instead, he pulled her hand closer and rested his cheek upon the back of her hand. He was simply experimenting, but he was loving her reactions. Simply addicting.

He moved his lips forward, pressing them to her hand in a chaste kiss. He could see a considerably more noticeable shade of red creep into her features. He smirked and kissed the inside of her wrist next, watching her reactions intently. She flinched and closed her eyes.

He trailed experimental kisses up her arm, onto her shoulder and even made it so far as her neck. He had stopped there however. Maka was impossibly embarrassed, closing her eyes and looking away purposefully. He smiled and kissed her cheek.

Why was he doing this? Why was he being so gentle...so loving... He simply couldn't be able to feel love or affection...could he?

Her thoughts scared her...what if he did like her? What if she was going to remain here forever. Whatifwhatifwhatifwhatif.

The madness was pushing itself into her head, making it hurt.

Asura noticed her nerves build and the blush fade from her cheeks, turning into a frightening paleness. He pulled away from her suddenly.

Her paling cheeks and noticeable fear of him had crushed his new courage. He had to retreat quickly, or things would turn bad.

He pulled his feet into his chest and sat silently next to her, not touching her, not speaking to her, not making one single noise. As soon as he did this, Maka grew even more wary, but she was shocked overall. What was he doing now?

"Hey...A-asura... what's wrong?"

He mumbled something softly, his voice muffled by his arms.

"What was that?" She asked again, scooting closer and leaning near him to hear it better.

"...You're addicting..." He said quietly. "Stay away..." And with that, he jerked his body up , wrapped his scarves around his face, and exited the room, all in a blink of an eye. A significant 'clunk' of a large lock being bolted could be heard, and after that, silence.

Maka was left to her own confused thoughts. Questions of his intentions with her ran circles around in her mind. Whatifwhatifwhatif.

However, even if his intentions could never be figured out, Maka knew one thing was certain.

She was going to be here a while.

I hope you liked it so far! It will hopefully get more interesting!

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