Cold hands
Chapter 1 Cold Tiled Floor
Brown eyes observed the black tiled floor serenely as she fell closer towards it. She closed her chocolate eyes, hands automatically stretching out to protect the upper half of her body, remembering the tiled floor she shuddered slightly. However, it was not the impact which she dreaded, as she was very much used to it, it was how cold the floor looked from her point of view. Just as she was about to hit the solid ground, she remembered how she was playing round on the staircase with Lavi-kun, and how she forgot to look where she was going. She imagined Kanda-san's scolding face when he told her not to play around on the stairs.
The railings are too low, He had said you'll fall.
Calmly, she waited for the impact to hit her, the cold floor. Yet, all she felt was strong arms wrapped round her lithe structure. She her eyes fluttered open and her brown eyes met black, the black eyes of the Japanese male. The brown haired girl detected a flash of relief in those eyes, then anger and annoyance. Kanda-san looked away quickly, but not before she sensed a tinge of pink on his pale features, and directed his anger to the red-head, who was rushing down the steps to see if she was hurt.
"Oi, Usagi!"
In one swift movement the Mugen was free of its container, almost emitting a dark aura… desire for the dark red liquid, pulsing just beneath the emerald eyed male's fragile skin. The Mugen seemed to shiver in excitement, red hair and red blood. Sensing this, the girl whimpered slightly, tugging gently at the Japanese's man's shirt.
Kanda attempted to chase the red head as he spirited off into one of the many corridors that leaded out to god-knows-where, before realizing he was still holding on to her. In a sudden moment of panic, the dark eyed male let go, dropping the 14yr-old girl on to the floor.
Not expecting this, the brown haired girl let out a slight gasp at the impact, as her back hit the floor, brown hair splaying on to black ground. She regained her composure and quickly stood back up, dusting her dark colored skirt as she did so. Kanda's face reddened, looked away, and then chose to leave the room quickly, rather than to face the awkwardness of the situation.
The girl blinked before realizing what had happened and her face heated up. And the color? If a combusting tomato had a face that would be it. She took a silent note to always wear something under the skirt, as she walked back towards her room. And she totally forgot about how cold the black tiled floor was, and so also forgot the simple fact that,
Black is not a color.