Vacancy-
When Anti-Wanda woke up it was to the sound of screaming alarms and the cell next to her was empty. He had left without her. Her jigsaw mouth twisted into a frown, but she quickly brought the edges back up into a smile. She shouldn't feel sad. Anti-Cosmo was free. He probably had some genius plan to take over fairy world already in the works. And he'd break her out too. Of course he would. For now she'd just need to be patient.
Three months later there was an explosion in the top right sector of the high-security wing of the prison. To Anti-Wanda it was practically a love letter, and once she had escaped she went straight to Anti-Cosmo's mansion. When she floated into the ballroom of he was playing piano. His head was down and his posture was bent as his fingers danced over the black and white keys. Anti-Wanda's naked, calloused feet made a sweeping sound as she dragged them on the marble of the ballroom, wings propelling her towards Anti-Cosmo. She stopped behind him and leaned over his hunched form, resting her chin atop his bowler hat and slipping her hands down his arm, letting her fingers rest passively atop his. Green and Pink eyes traced their mutual movement as their hands flew across the keys, a blur of dark blue.
"I missed y'." Anti-Cosmo continued playing, although she could feel the invisible tension in his hands and the way his spine seemed to stiffen.
"You know I can't let you come with me when I escape. It would be too risky." Anti-Wanda closed her eyes.
"Y' know anti-Cozzie, I ain't too smart or nuthin', but I reckon that ain't true." He stopped, the melody cutting off sharply. He lifted up his hand and slammed down the wooden piano-key cover, and the resulting crack echoed against the ballroom walls. She removed her hands from his and stood up. "What's wrong?"
"What are you talking about you twit? I broke you out eventually didn't I?" His knuckles were turning a pale sky blue as he gripped the piano cover.
"Anti-Cozzie… I know y' get outta anti-fairy jail all the time. An' I know y' don't bother breakin' me out when y' do. Y' only take me out later. When y' don't have any plans f'r me to mess up." She sat down next to him on the piano bench and tried to lift the cover. Anti-Cosmo pulled it back down. "I know I always mess up y'r plans. I always get in the way." She looked down at the lacquered wood, so dark and polished that she could make out her reflection.
"Now don't say that. You have been a valuable asset in the past."
"Y' still left. Y' didn't even tell me y' were goin'." He began tapping on the cover, and she knew the small metronomic sound was meant to comfort him with its predictability. "I jus' woke up an'… you weren't there. I was alone. I know y' jus' wanna win. I know when y' do you'll let all us Anti-fairies free. The only thin' I really hate is you not bein' there with me." Anti-Cosmo was quiet. His grip on the cover loosened, and he stopped tapping.
"We hate each other, correct? That is to say, we're meant to hate each other." He sounded unsure. Anti-Wanda smiled, exposing her jagged teeth.
"I don't think we hafta. I think it'd be fine if we got along civilized like. I don't see no one getting' mad." She pulled the cover up, and this time he didn't resist. She laid her clumsy fingers out on the ivory keys and began to hammer out a mockery of 'Twinkle Twinkle Little Star'. Anti-Cosmo's lips twitched in what might have been a smile.