Disclamer: I do not own Umineko ... That is all
A/N: Yay, my first fanfic. I hope it's ok becouse I'm going to continue... If it's ok XD~
If You Love Me You'll See My Words As Red
Quiet
The only noise was the wind blowing hard past the stain glass windows and the clank of my heals against the cold stone floor. It was hard to believe just a short while ago this cathedral was going to be the spot of a glorious wedding.
Stupid Piece
I decided to sprawl myself on the steps leading up to the alter. After taking a deep breath I started to settle down from my recent meeting with a woman who I never wanted to see again.
Stupid Old Master
After a while I started to drift off, the power of alcohol finally kicking in. From far off I heard light taps come to a halt in front of my place of rest. My eyes didn't have to open to know who was hovering over me.
Stupid…
"Oh Bern, I love you"
I felt my stomach turn and the immense urge to throw up forced my eyes to open. The sight I was met with were two deep orange eyes. I groaned and started to sit up, however a weight pushed me back down again.
"Lambda, I'm not in a good mood."
After a sharp giggle Lambdadelta leaned her face closer to mine," I know". She ran her fingers over my lips, "but I love that face you're making"
Love
I hear that word from her a lot. And every time the words "I love you" pour from her sweet lips I have to wonder if she meant to say them in red.
To my eyes those worlds look blue.
This love that she was stating as her truth was no more than a mere statement that she wished for me to confirm for her with the red.
She was, like me, a survivor from hell so I understand her needs and insecurities better than anyone ever could. However, I am no longer in any position to help her. Something broken is not entitled to fix. All I can do is remind her that she's here.
"Bern?"
"hmmmm?"
"I'm bored"
I snorted, "Then go away"
"No!" She pulled me tighter, her distressed eyes being lit by the dim light that was radiating through the stain glass of the cathedral.
Her eyes slowly became hidden from sight as her lashes bowed to the beautiful of her face.
After an annoyed sigh I gave in, her morose beauty numbing my sense of composure.
I ran my hand through her hair, pulling her down to meet my lips. It was not a particularly long or passionate kiss; however, after a short while I could feel the orange eyed girl begin to relax in my arms.
As we pulled away from each other I could see a slightly sad smile creep to her lips, "Why did you do that?"
"You didn't want to?" I was slightly taken aback by her reaction but that soon changed when a blush rose to her cheeks.
She pulled herself together and stood up turning her back to me, "You know that's not what I meant." After a moment of just the sound of wind she turned her head to look at me, her eyes narrowing.
Knowing that an answer was expected and the silence was growing boring I responded, "It was my present to you."
"Why?"
That's a good question.
Why? How? Was it always like this? When did this contradictory relationship begin?
I don't want to think about that time, that time when we met.
DUNDUNDUUUUNNNNN !