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For the next few days Pitchand I didn't really speak. Was it my fsult he wouldn't talk about the kiss or was he beating himself up about kissing me? Finaly one day as we were practising and I had cut my arm on a shard of glass I broke. Pitch didn't see yet so I had a good chance of getting away with it. I had just found out that I could cause electricity to form on my fingers and that was my new favorite now. Unfortuanly I shatered several glass...things wen I shot at the weird target.
"Good."
I frowned and looked at my arm. A thick line of dark blood ran down my arm. I covered it as best as I could but when my hand made contact with the wound it stung like a mother fucker. I yelped and pulled my hand away.
"Shit." I whent to my anoying white robe that layed on the floor near by and started to tear off some of the fabric.
Before I could even try to tie it over the cut a warm hand grabbed my bare shoulder then I saw Pitch's black cloak infront of me. I didn't need help and if I needed it I would ask him for it.
"Let me do that..." I saw Pitch neel infront of me trying to take the white strip I managed to get out of my hand.
"I can do this, I don't need any help." I said trying to take care of the wound myself.
Pitch sighed and took the cloth out of my hands then wrapped it around my arm tieing it tightly around the wound trying to stop the bleeding. I sighed and allowed this. Even if I was letting him teach me to use my powers I could still take care of myself. Pitch said nothing as he tied a knot in the cloth and let his hand graze over it.
"Pitch, about what happened I-"
"It was nothing. A passing fancy. Don't let it go to you're head." Pitch stood and whent back to where he usualy stood while he taught me.
I growled and tried to blast him with the electricity but failed miserably when it wizzed past his head and hit the wall.
"Don't dismiss it so easily Pitch! You have no clue how i've felt since you kissed me!" I was angry now.
Didn't he feel something towards me? Or was he trying to get me angry? Over the past few days he had been trying to get me pissed off but now was when it all came out. I was pissed and temped to kill the bastard! Pitch turned his golden gaze to me he looked angry and I didn't care.
"Do you regret kissing me pitch, cause I know damn well I don't!" I rushed forwarsds tryng to taackle him to the ground but he stide stepped me and made me crash into a wooden crate.
"Don't start this Tanya." Pitch turned to walk out of the rom but I quickly transported infront of him and grabbed the front of hias cloak so I could pull him in close.
"Look, just because you kiss and ditch dosen't mean you need to hide you're feelings. I could care less if you were angry for kissing me but, damn it all, just tell me how you feel about me!"
Pitch jerked out of my grasp then blasted me into the wall with his black sand stuff. I hit my head but quickly flew at him trying to catch him by the waist. I wanted to show him what I felt. It wasn't love persey but a strong attraction to him. I caught Pitch and threw him over my head trying to get him on his back, unfortunatly Pitch caught himself and twisted so he landed on his stomach and then tried sweeping my legs out with his arm but I jumped at the last moment then pinned Pitch to the ground by rolling him over then quickly sitting on his chest and puting his hands at his sides with my hands. Pitch grinned while watching my chest heave from using so much energy to take him down.
"Finnaly, someone who knows how to have a little fun. Get off of me." He hissed.
I growled then dipped down and kissed him. I kept my eyes open then felt Pitch slide his hands out of mine and place them on my stomach and back. He sat up with me stil in his lap but he never broke the kiss. He placed his hands on both sides of my face and took control of the kiss. He moved against my lips and wound his hands into my hair. I let my eyes slide closed and kissed him back. He tasted better than the last time we kissed.
I wound my fingers into his hair and felt the sliky black strands slide through my fingers. Pitch and I probably kissed like this for five more minutes before I pulled away to breathe.
"Damn!" I breathed as I loked away from Pitch.
"Now you know."
I smiled and got off of him imeediatly heading to that art room. There were alot of diffrent drawings and paintings I had done in the past few days. I had to draw this and now. I picked a large pencil and whent to the sketch pad on the easil I used. I hummed to myself as I drew of course it had to be a song that mocked my state.
"Hey hey, you you, I don't like your girlfriend No way, no way, I think you need a new oneHey hey, you you, I could be your girlfriend
Hey hey, you you, I know that you like me No way, no way, you know it's not a secretHey hey, you you, I want to be your girlfriend..."
I froze when I saw the drawing. Pitch smiling away as he danced with me. We were both wearing something out of a victorian era ball. He in a black suit type thing as he led my pale hand and his other hand on my wiast. I was in a beautiful dark blue ball gown with my white hair in an elegant updo and my eyes were purple instead of blue. I sighed and traced my hand over the picture then saw the large doors open letting Pitch in. I glanced to him but quickly looked back to the drawing adding finishing details and stuff like that.
"What made yuo an artist?"
I looked up and saw Pitch standing infront of the easil, I knew he could see the picture but I could care less right now. I smirked then let my face fall. That was a touchy subject even when I was human and it still is.
"I really don't want to talk about it." I say quickly then rip the paper off the book and tossed it behind me, then started a new drawing.
"Tell me... not like I can tell anyone." Pitch smiled to me and I looked into his eyes.
There was curiosity, and wonder in them, but the most prominent emotion in them was... lust? I felt my cheeks heat up then looked back to my hands so I could focus.
"When I was about ten my grandmom showed me a painting she made when she was younger. It was beautiful and she gave it to me. unfortunatly a few weeks after she gave it to me our garage caught on fire and I lost the painting. I wanted to make it up to her so, I started doodiling and when she saw the drawings she thought that I had potential. So after that I dicided that I wanted to be an artist to show people what I can do and make up for my mistake."
By the time I finished the story my throat was thick and I was getting close to finishing the hair on the portrait of my grandmother. I can remember her perfectly but everything is still fuzzy in places. Pitch said nothing after I finished speaking and I could smell the rubber burning from him thinking so hard.
"Something buring up there in you're head?" I teased never taking my eyes off of the paper.
I saw him smile at me then his mood changed.
"I have a proposal for you Tanya."
I glanced up at that. What kind of proposal would this be? Other than the one for him teaching me to fight with my powers so I can hurt Jack Frost but...
"And what would that be?"
"You know the globe Ihave?" I quickly nodded so her could elaborate on where this was going. "Well, in order for me to help you take down Jack, I need children to beleive in me. I have a.. "plan" of sorts to gain them. And I'll need youre help."
I could tell he never really asked anyone for help before and he dosen't like help like me. I smirked and did a thicker outline of the eyes then looked at pitch. "So what you're saying is, you want my help to get children to believe in you? What do I get out of this bargan?"
"Well, I may be able to get them to beleive in you also. We would make an amazing team together. What goes better than darkness and inteligents?" Pitch stod behind me now and his hands rested on my shoulders.
This did sound good, children beleiving in me? Seeing me and interacting with me. I spoke before thinking clearly. "Done."
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