So I'm back and so sorry! I had this chapter written back in November 2011 but then I moved and a bunch of crazy things happened. Basically I had to rewrite it 4 or 5 times due to lack of computer for like 2 years but it's here now! Thank you for the follows, faves and support and sorry about it being short. I will get more up later today or friday as long as no more computer issues happen. Again please no flames, and on with the fic, if any ooc I'm sorry.
"-ilo, Shiiiilo?" She mumbled turning away. "Kid... Wake up..." A groan. "Hmm... I guess I'll just have to kiss you to wake you up, won't I?" She jumped from the bed. "Y-Y-You wouldn't!" He smirked. "Who can say? It got you up didn't it?" Grabbing a pillow off the bed she tossed it smaking him in the face. "You're so fucking dense!" She stormed out of the room. Why does he have to be like that...! A troubled look on her face.
Smooth move Romeo... Shut up! He ripped the pillow away from his face. "Today's just beginning." He told himself. Sitting up he changed into normal attire, now slightly cleaner... Huh? Did the kid wash it? It was possible, but when did she get up? A click of the door brought him back. She must've changed in another room... "Shi, did you wash my clothes...?" She glanced away. "I couldn't sleep... Was that okay?"
Walking to her he hugged her tight. "Thank you Kid, no, maybe Kitten is better now." Her face was heating. Why is this...? Didn't I just stay the night with him? Why is it still so easy to...? He could get hooked on her. The scent of her, her frame, that smile, it was intoxicating, tempting. You know damn well you need to let her go! No... just a little more.
Reluctantly he released her. "No big..." He smirked, walking back to his boots and slipping them on. "By the way, Happy 18th." She leaned on the doorway. "Thanks, so why such an early wake up call? Something up your sleeve?" He bucked them. "Now I can't tell you that, would ruin the surprise." She pouted. "Can I have a hint?"
"One hint, that's it. It may bring unpleasant memories due to recent events... Regardless, I think you'll enjoy it." She looked down. "So an Opera..." He nods. "Not like the one before, you won't lose anyone this time, and I truely think you'll enjoy it." She looked away. "Please trust me Shilo. I'd never intentually hurt you." Her lips pressed together in thought. "Okay, but if it goes horrendously, do I have your permission to kill you?" He nods. "Completely, if you have the guts to."
"Keep close to the shadows, and to me and we'll avoid any Repomen." So there was more then my Dad... I guess it should make sense... "Got it." Thankfully the Opera house wasn't far from her home, the difficult part was the gap of shadowless streets. Observing his movements they quickly snuck past and into the opera house. "Graverobber! Glad to see you!" A woman came running up to him. Green, short, curly hair, blue eyes, maybe in her 30's. "Annabelle, long time no see." She looked so happy to see him, it almost made Shilo's heart ache.
"So decided to take me up on that offer of a free ticket after all?" She peeked behind him. "Well seems you brought quite the adorable girl." Adorable! Really? I'm not a kid! "Honestly it's not the word I'd use to describe her... But yeah... Any chance that ticket could be turned into two?" She nods. "I owe you big time so I don't see the harm. Private booth ok?" He looked to Shilo. "That ok with you? Get these weird little glasses to look through." She shrugs. "Sure."
Annabelle came back with two tickets and glasses as well as a pamphlet. "Here you go!" She placed the items in his hand as she leaned up to his ear. "She's special, I can tell. Take care of her, don't lose her." She released his hand and backed away. "And don't worry, No cops allowed tonight, or Repo's. I better get going. I hope you two enjoy!"
"You two seem really close..." Shilo hung her legs off one end of the chair, her head laying on his shoulder. "I guess, she's the closest thing I got to a friend these days." You know she's jealous! After all Annabelle's a woman. Can't be quiet can you? He hated how his mind worked against him. "So... then what does that make me? A toy...? A joke." He shook his head. "Something much more... With her, with the streets really... After working them so long... You either can make friends or enemies, and trust me it's better to have a friend of sorts or you won't make it." His eyes held a bit of pain, she regreted what she'd said.
"Graves... I'm sorry. I shouldn't've-" He cut her off. "No it's fine, it's all in the past." God... you really are becoming some kinda weak pussy shit, ain't ya? He paid his thoughts no mind. He wasn't becoming soft. He knew he needed a friend, and she did too, maybe even more then that. Someone to trust and just maybe, to care for the other.
The curtains rose up, reveiling the stage, a familiar frame took the stage. The scene was set in a desert location. A young princess had become orphaned, taking over her throne. Just after her loss a band of theives claimed and had stolen away her home, believing she'd died in the process. She weeped and sought pity, kindness, but without her royal possesions, she became nothing more then a beggar. She sang of her pain and loneliness, her trials and difficulty, how ready she was to let go.
She walked along, reaching a bridge ready to throw herself off when a prince from the kingdom over stopped her. He sang of how beautiful she was, how he'd love to have her as a wife, and would treat her as a treasure. She of how impossible it'd be and had he heard what townsfolk had stated. He didn't care, he wanted to know her. They fell in love and she became his wife. They were happy. And then that happiness was stolen.
He'd called away the palace guards, wanting a private evening with his wife, they had discussed a child and a new family. She was on her way home from the prior king and queen's home, blessing her as his wife. She had felt uneasy and quickly rushed home only to be greeted with a horrifying scene, her husband, the prince murdered in cold blood. She screamed and cried, singing a vow of revenge. Realizing they left behind a knife. The same style as the thieves who had stolen her life before, and yet again. Her enemy known. The curtain lowered for intermission.
"Woah..." Shilo was taken aback. He actually picked a good show, not only that, but the girl in the story's personal pain hit on a personal level. Having her family, home and people dear to her stolen by a group of people. It even caused her to cry a few times. "I'm gonna guess I did an ok job?" She nodded. "But I want it to start again... I want to see her overcome this. I never would've pictured Annabelle as such a great actress. It was like she'd had her heart ripped from her and the change from sorrow to anger was amazing..."
"Yeah... She's always been talented." He eyed over Shilo. The way she'd shifted he was able to see down her top and was doing all he could to restrain himself. The dreams didn't let up last night either which didn't help. "Graverobber... How do you feel about me... You said I'm something more then a friend." He shook his head. "I told you. I'm not answering that yet." I need to know though. The next act was fast approaching, her thoughts would have to wait.