A/N: A random one-shot. My brain hurts Please leave a comment behind. I accept criticism.
Unforgivable Scars
He, who gave the scar to my arm, is unforgivable. He, who gave me the scars that disfigured the face of a model, is utterly unforgivable.
My hand balled into a fist as I stared at my reflection.
Despicable bastard, I will get him for this…my blood boiled up to a million degrees right there and then.
I stood up, huffing with annoyance, and stalked over to Shiki's room, knocking the door harshly and impatiently. I was ready to knock it down.
The door swung open seconds later, and he had that sleepy face of his on as his blank blue eyes bore into mine.
"Hey Rima, what do you want?" he asked groggily, stifling a yawn. I bet he just got out of his bed.
"What do I want?" I crossed my arms and then started tapping my feet against the floor, pretending to think indecisively.
I wanted to tear his face, that's what I want. I want revenge. My heart desired for revenge.
My fingers twitched at the thought, but I had to be in self-control.
"Well," I started bitterly, "do you care to help me find a way to get these ugly scars off me Shiki!" I pointed angrily at the mark of flaw marred onto my face.
He lazily watched me with no amusement written on his face as he scratched the back of his head; he really didn't seem to care.
I felt my shoulders shaking from an evil laughter trying to erupt from my chest as my fingers twitched in desperation.
"I guess…this is what they call payback," I glowered at him and prepared to slash his face, so that it'd be as unpleasant as mine, but a soft touched me.
My fingers merely touched the bridge of his nose as his grip clung onto my wrist.
Apparently, he's half-awake. Lucky him…
"Shiki!" I screamed in a demented manner. "I need to claw that face of yours…and quit smirking at me!" I gave him a threatening glare, but the smirk never left his face.
I felt him lean close to my cheek where the scar lied. I felt those soft lips brush lightly and caressingly against my face.
I think my cheeks gave me away. I hate it when that happens! My breath was also taken away by the intimacy he's suddenly presented.
He noticed my silence and released my wrist, giving me a devious look, "See Rima, you don't need to damage my face. Just be thankful those scars are made by me…so now I'm a part of you now."
Without another word, he slipped back into his room, leaving me with my jaws to the floor.
That slick! Always getting away with his stupid sweet-talks. What a flirt. So much for my vengeance although, I suddenly feel very delighted. Scars meant for me.
