A/N PLEASE READ!! This chapter really isn't finished yet, but it's been over a month since I've updated so I thought that I really should put something up because I didn't want it to end up like my ed edd n eddy story...O.O. Any way... I'll fix this chapter once I finish it. Honestly I have been working on this whenever I can, but I always have a serious case of writer's block. If you're impatient with my updates, adding me on myspace would be a really good idea (there are two links to it on my profile here) because I post most of my stuff onto my blog as I type it up. Sorry for the delay.

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When Her Eyes are Brown

Chapter 1

Obsession

I watch her as she floats, clad in a dusty purple nightgown much too large for her slight frame, her feet padding delicately across the cold blue tile flooring towards the refrigerator. Her pale arm rises upwards, a sluggish movement too unlike her footsteps, to take it's fragile perch on the door handle. A gentle tug and it flies open. I see her blonde head bob up and down as she searches the innards of a food's frozen prison until her eyes catch on what she had been looking for. Thin fingers wrap around a cool light yellow box, her other hand gripping a tall milk carton.

"Grim," she murmurs, a light croak from deep within her throat as if sleep were still slung over her head, while holding up the box so that I might take it from her, "make me some eggs," A simple command made in simple words, and yet it still sets my heart fluttering. Silently, I comply.

The stove turns on with a dull click, blue flames leaping to life from underneath the black pan that I had found somewhere. I can see her from the corner of my eye as she walks, as silent as the night, to her breakfast table, carton in hand. I know what she is expecting from me, so I crack three eggs into the pan before handing her that glass she wanted. "Good dog," she's probably thinking as she fills that glass to the brim, "good slave." Her lips flow smoothly over the edge, tossing back the cold white liquid in one quick gulp. Disgusting and yet fascinating, one of those things you can't look away from no matter how revolting or gruesome it may be. She sighs in contentment.

Minutes slowly pass and I can feel the air changing. She is growing impatient, her nails tapping the table menacingly. As quickly as I can, I gather her meal onto a fresh plate and pass it to her, switching off the flames with one quick swoop of my hand. I sit down across from her and watch as she eats, enjoying the quiet time between commands. She downs the food in quick bites that of which almost rival Billy's in speed and inaccuracy. Obviously, she doesn't care what she looks like to me. She glances at up me, and I quickly make sure that it is repulsion and not fascination that has surfaced on my face.

"Haven't you ever heard of manners?" I complain, locking eyes with her before she could direct her sight back to her plate. A once empty gaze turns rapidly to a cold stare. My stomach drops, a deer in headlights…Shit. With eyes like that she can freeze over hell.

I sit still and wait for a beating, but nothing comes, she doesn't even utter a sound. She simply wipes her mouth and leaves the room, her nightgown brushing the ground behind her like a train. Leaving me there to fester and wonder what that was all about. Nothing comes to mind. Maybe she wants me to wonder. I've learned by now not to ask.

I sigh and set myself off to clean up the mess she left behind in her wake, again promising that the next time she stares at me like that my heart won't jump. I'll be calm, I'll hold my ground and glare back like I used to. She is not worthy of my affection. I nod to myself as I wipe the table clean. She will not get the better of me. A smile finds it way to my face and I truly believe, completely, entirely with my stupid heart, that it'll work. But as that girl stomps down the stairs before me, as she throws something hard at my head and disappears completely from sight for who knows how long, I feel myself shrink to nothing but an ant beneath her feet. At that very moment I know for sure that I'll let her do whatever she wants to me.

And I hate myself for it.