A/N:Well, here it is guys. Second chapter. [yeah, so I actually got ideas and thought that maybe I should post 'em since probably you were waiting for them. Disclaimer is in first chapter.
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V.i. Steps
She walks in front of him with small, tense steps and the only sounds he can hear are the ones made by their feet touching the floor.
Clip. Clap. Clip. Clap.
It's almost annoying. He hears her sigh and watches her shoulders slump a bit.
Clip. Clap. Clap. Clip.
The rhythm changes and he grabs her wrist, long, slender fingers curling around the thin part. She turns her head to look at him, confusion and curiosity shining brightly in her eyes and he grins.
"Do your best."
And she grins back.
ii. Game
She grips his scythe form with a strength and willpower that amazes him. She begins fighting and he notices [and makes a mental note to himself] that her moves are fluid and succeed each other rapidly in a deadly game of 'kill or get killed'. He makes a small tch-ing sound in the back of his throat. She gradually ignores him and concentrates on the fight. He always loved games, especially if he was the winner.
iii. Weak
And he's hurting every time she looks guiltily and brokenheartedly at the floor [or walls, whichever is convenient] avoiding his eyes and when she's thinking so lowly of herself [thinking that she's not a good technician or that she's weak and mostly useless], but he can never gather his words [nor his courage] to tell her that she's so much more than she thinks she is.
VI.i. Fairytales
She knows she loved stories ever since she was little, when her papa would tell her fairytales about princes and princesses and white horses and living happily ever after and love. She sighed. Too bad they weren't real.
ii. Kiss
She always hopes [and mostly dreams] about her first and ideal kiss, with her prince charming [blonde, blue eyes, an archetype of perfection ], with fireworks and flowers and rain and people clapping in the background because they were meant to be and all the mushy romantic stuff a girl could ask for. But when it comes [white hair, red, red, red eyes, an archetype of imperfection], in their apartment [at least it was raining outside] she tells herself [while his slender fingers are gripping her forearms and he bites her lower lip in a hungry and chaste kiss] that she got the exact opposite and she still liked it.
Well, Soul was never that much of a romantic to begin with.
iii. Fight
They're both flustered and still a bit angry, glaring at each other with their faces only inches apart. He whispers.
"You're an idiot."
He glares. She glares back just as fiery and retaliates.
"And you're a moron."
He almost wants to laugh at the irony of the situation, but he controls himself and continues.
"Why won't you listen to me? You never do."
She looks like he just slapped her.
"So it's my fault now?"
He almost feels sorry.
"I didn't say that."
She struggles to escape but his fingers are tightening against her arms, pinning her to the wall and successfully preventing her escape.
"But you implied it."
She struggles again. Doesn't she know that she's fighting a lost fight already?
"I didn't. You assumed it."
He's calm and she's angry, her cheeks burning a bright red, though he doesn't know if it's because of the kiss or because she's annoyed. He assumes that it's because of both.].
"Touché. Now I'm listening."
He sighs.
"Stop doing reckless things. I can't always protect you."
She gets angrier and he can tell that she's near hysterics.
"I don't need your help. If I recall correctly, I never asked for it."
She almost shouts the last part and he's the one beginning to feel guilty when he notices her teary eyes. She avoids his look.
"I know. It's my duty to do i-"
She interrupts him and she's screaming again.
"Your duty? Your duty? Then you can just give up on your duty."
He's frustrated and sighs again.
"Will you stop implying things? Fine, it's not my duty. I want to do it. I'm sorry."
She almost rolls her eyes. Soul saying sorry wasn't exactly a daily thing.
"Damn right you should be."
He chuckles.
"You're stupid."
Her eyes are once again locked with his.
"I can say the same thing about you too."
"I know."
And he crushes her lips with his once again, hungrily and desperately and he has a feeling that after this all thoughts of the fight will be lost.
A/N: Thank you for those who reviewed [even though I only got two reviews]. You made my day guys, I really appreciate it. *hugs*
To AkhikoYuki: Hope you got my review reply, where I explained what you wanted. If not, then Pm me again and I'll try to answer again. Thank you very much! *hugs*