Ok, I've decided to explain why I like Kaorinite.
The whole cold heart/ice queen thing is awesome because now you get to make it warm again! And she's just about the best looking thing on two legs. But anyhow, PLEASE review, I PROMISE this story is worth sticking too!
The Catch
He carried her down a narrow hall, passing few people. He did not speak to the ones they did, nor look at them. He only looked at her.
They began to pass numbered doors, and he'd look at each quickly, but not stopping. He carried her further, but stopped at a door labeled, 34. He positioned her, so he could open it, putting all of her weight onto his other hand. He led her inside. The room was dark, but he seemed to carry her perfectly to a table and sit her down. Then he flipped on the lights, and she found they were in a kitchen.
"Do you like Chinese?" he asked. "Or I could do Italian."
"I'm not hungry," she stated quietly.
"You need to eat," he spoke calmly, "You already can't stand, do you wish to loose lack of muscle in your arms as well?"
"Whatever is fine," she rolled her eyes, "I like all types of food."
"I enjoy Chinese, so I think that's what we'll have today," he said, taking out two pans and a tray. "We always seem to have good supplies here for food. I know I don't do the shopping. Alright, here we are." He set some baking items on the counter and began to go to work.
"What is this place?" she asked, after a while of silence.
"CDRP. Central Department of Racheel and Peur. In simpler terms, it's a place for scientists to do their work together, for the greater good of man, and woman. There are only eight of us here at the moment."
"And what are you solving, math equations?" she chuckled.
"I am trying to use the sun to do an assortment of things. The sun fascinates me." He smiled, but she wasn't looking. "And what do you like to do?"
"I don't have time to do stuff I like," she replied sharply.
"Well you do now," he said, "So if there's anything I can help you with, I certainly will do my best."
She didn't answer, not even with a smart retort. She just kept silent. A few minutes later he set a plate in front of her, containing fried rice, sesame chicken and an egg roll. "I hope you aren't allergic to anything."
"Just Sailor Scouts," she said, though she didn't mean to.
"Aw, yes. Those can be pesky, or you would think." Kaori once again kept quiet, and slowly began to pick at the food. As soon as she had leg muscle- she could leave.
One they had finished he cleaned up and put away the trays, "You get the make what you like, but then you gotta clean. There's always a catch."
"Seems that way," she added. He finished and then walked to the door. She gasped as she lifted up, without any help from Samdon's arms, but help from his mind. He levitated her out the door and down the hall, stopping again once they reached room 44. He opened the door and turned. She dropped into his arms and he carried her inside.
The room was big, centered around a king sized bed in the middle, dressed with fancy blue sheets. Large curtains covered the windows. They were decorated in elegant lace. There was a vanity mirror and table, a closet, bathroom and book shelf.
"This will do, won't it?" he asked. She sighed, "For the moment."