AN:How long has it been, now? 7 months?

I'm a god damned useless human being. I really am sorry guys. I did not forget about this story, that I assure you, but I just had a lot on my hands, plus I started watching a lot more anime(anyone else? If so, do tell) and it just gave me ideas for new stories that made me set this one aside for a while.

Still, I should've warned you. Crap.

However! Worry not, as I am now back in business! I promise I am going to restart updating regularly.

I did get reviews, follows and favourites while I was gone! And thank you to all! I already love ya guys!

Much love, as always!

~Bee (Aka Undietakerr) ~

Yep, I changed my penname :3

Chapter 6:

30th of October- 1 day to go

Ever so carefully, my maid tightened the corset, making it almost unbearable to breathe. It was hard enough already, due to the anxiety crushing my heart.

Tomorrow… all could go wrong tomorrow. I had faith in the gipsy, he had been well trained by myself. It was I who could not be trusted.

Were anyone to ask me, a month ago, on what would happen if my plan went downhill, I'd say the gipsy would die, I would be locked inside my chambers for a month( as degrading as it would be) and then life would go on with no major alterations to my life and psyche.

I was a schemer, and so I knew how to play the game my Uncle believed himself to rule. The fool.

But now, the thought of the light leaving my Puppeteer's eyes frightened me to no end.

My Puppeteer. Tch, my own words disgust me, yet I have now given up on denying the fondness I feel for him.

I could feel my hands clench into fists as I gazed out of the window. I built myself from dust and I would not lose.

Sundown cast a blood orange light onto the world, and I couldn't help but wonder how much blood would be spilled for me to win.

After all, I was here, and I wouldn't turn away now.

And most importantly, I'd win.

Because I have never lost.

And have no intention of doing so now.

"Anais? You seem strange today. Stranger than usual at least."

His voice woke me up from my trance and I stared blankly at his tanned face for a few moments. Opening my mouth to speak, no words formed and I was left standing there like an idiot.

He quirked an eyebrow and set his elbow on the writing desk, his chin resting in his hand. "Hmm, you really are worried about tomorrow."

I looked away and a small pout formed in my mouth. "No I'm not…You're the one who's worried!"

Damn gipsy, reading me far too well for his own good.

He stood with a smirk and walked 'till he stood directly in front of my seated form. Extending one hand slowly, he reached for my face and I kept myself unmoving, staring at him through wide eyes.

Any trance it was possible for me to be under was broken as he merely ruffled my hair out of place.

"Why you little?!" I blushed and rose, smacking his arm. "Why would you do that?!"

He grinned goofily. "To get you to come back to normal, of course, chérie!" He sat back down. "I prefer your regular, aggressive self."

…Chérie... God dammit, his words don't help.

"You mean the kind that kills for fun?" It was my turn to smile at change of look in his eyes.

"Considering it comes hand in hand with the part of you that's actually tolerable, I guess I have to say yes."

"Thank you for the choice of words." I smirked, inspecting the work he had been doing. "And I congratulate you, your writing has improved greatly. We still have a long way to go, but a good start is…uh…good."

With the ego boost I had just given him, my Puppeteer felt confident enough to balance the chair on its two back legs.

Of course, the result of his stupidity was crashing to the floor.

And, hell, I laughed immensely.

Her laugh seemed genuine, for once. Not sarcastic, not sadistic. Sure, she was laughing at my misery, but the laughter was clear and musical, different from the usual.

Clopin didn't remember when he started taking notice of her laughs. Honestly, he didn't remember when he started taking notice of everything in her. All he knew was that he did.

He didn't like that he did. But made no move to stop himself.

"How about you lend me a hand, no?!"

She only laughed more, but in the end, reached her hand out to him to help him up.

She had never done so before. Her hands were quite cold, but very soft.

The proximity that came with her pulling him allowed Clopin to see her face more clearly than ever.

She had a few freckles, he noticed, just as well as a tiny beauty mark on the corner of her right eye. She smelled good too, though he couldn't pinpoint what it was.

All he knew was that he wouldn't mind staying like that for a while longer. And he would, tomorrow.

Oh, tomorrow. The thought scared him to no end, but there was no way in hell he would let her notice.

She, on the other hand, was restraining herself from moving him closer to her body. He smelled familiar yet foreign. His eyes had a glow she had never seen on anyone else.

It was different and she enjoyed it.

And, in later musings, she figured that was the reason why she stood on the tips of her toes, leant in and pressed her lips up onto his own.

AN: Gaaah, I regret nothing! :3

I had always intended for her to make the first move, but I admit I didn't plan to have done it before the Masquerade (which shall be in the next chapter, btw). Things will be awkward, I assure you!

I guess you can consider it a little gift for not having uploaded for long, though I intend on making a much better kiss scene later on.

See you next time, lovelies, and don't forget do give some love to that review button! Pretty please?

~Bee~