Hey, everyone ^^
As promised I've finished the new chapter as soon as possible and i hope you'll like it. I just wanna give the short warning that I don't like Simca pretty much; please don't be mad me for making her appear the way I did.
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Chapter nine: Shopping-Maniac (Normal POV)
"Have you been eavesdropping?"
Nue had closed the door behind him a few moments ago and had left Phoenix and Spitfire in the corridor. Phoenix had been looking at the door and didn't turn her head to look at Spitfire for answering his question. Compunctious she began to chew her lower lip while grabbing her hands behind her back.
"I-I wasn't eavesdropping, Spitfire", she finally managed to say, but still didn't look at the read-haired man because she was scared of the anger in is eyes which she expected - judging from the tone in his voice.
"I mean, I did hear you – but I wasn't eavesdropping! You gotta believe me!"
She finally raised her gaze from the closed door to his face. Spitfire looked down at her with a strict expression and he had narrowed his eyebrows, but then suddenly the anger disappeared and got exchanged by honest surprise.
"Wait, you mean you did hear us and you understood what we were saying?"
"Uhm . . . m-most of it, I guess."
Phoenix had no idea how to deal with the current situation. She had expected some kind of punishment like it always had been back at Sleepy Hollow, but . . . but that man – that man seemed to be positively surprised by the fact that Phoenix had heard most of the conversation what she had been obviously not supposed to do.
"That's amazing, do you know that?"
Spitfire felt the excitement growing up inside of him. That little girl's ears were amazing.
"I-it is?" The girl was absolutely confused.
"Yeah, it is."
"Uhm . . . kay."
The room became silent. Spitfire smiled while looking down at the little girl and Phoenix doubtfully looked up at the red-haired man. She wasn't sure how to handle the glimming in his orange-coloured eyes.
After a while Spitfire cleared his throat and mentioned.
"But anyway, we have to get some clothes for you because you can't stay dressed like this."
He looked determined at the old sweatshirt which Phoenix was wearing since the day before, combined with a pair of boxer-shorts.
"Where do we get the clothes?", the girl asked naively while she felt excitement growing up inside of her. When she had been living on the street she had always wondered where the people passing her had gotten these nice clothes; the t-shirts with the funny pictures on them or these scary high shoes. (High-Heels)
"Well, I'll see if I have some short trousers of mine for you then we can go shopping."
With these words Spitfire headed towards another room and Phoenix stayed in the living-room.
Shopping . . ., she grinned, sounds funny!
Only a short moment later Spitfire returned with the promised piece of clothing.
"Here, Phoenix, put these trousers on – oh, and I've brought you a pair of socks, too. It's still cold outside and I don't want you to catch a cold."
He smiled and Phoenix took both pieces from him. She put it on and with an additional belt the trousers were held in place perfectly. Spitfire put on his favorite jacket with fure at the hood.
"Let's hit the road!"
The weather outside was very nice. It was still cold, but the sun did shine and warmed Phoenix face. Spitfire carried her on his shoulders through the different streets because she still had no shoes. Her feet were simply covered by Spitfire's old pair of socks.
But it didn't matter to her that the clothes were too big or that they were old. She liked them because Spitfire had given them to her and they warmed her.
There streets were already filled with a great number of different people and the red-haired girl really enjoyed being above all of them, above the whole daily stress of the working people . . . and one step nearer to the light-blue sky.
She raised her gaze and strechted out one hand. It seemed to be almost possible reaching the fading clouds above her head. Spitfire recognized the movement due to looking at the reflection of them in the window of a random shop which they passed.
A sad smile grew on his lips. Poor girl . . ., he thought while remembering Nue's words about keeping Phoenix out of the world of ATs.
It seems like she is already a part of the sky.
Phoenix put her arm back and did let her hand rest on Spitfire's head.
"The weather is nice today", she whispered and placed her chin on the red hair of the Flame King, too.
"You're right."
It wasn't an honest discussion. Spitfire felt the emotions boiling beneath the surface, but it was too early the let them break through.
They reached the shop around two o'clock in the afternoon. Phoenix watched the electric sliding door with fascination and Spitfire did let her down to the ground. Carefully the little girl approached towards the door and shrieked when it suddenly opened.
She turned around scared and hid behind Spitfire.
"How did it know that I was coming?", she asked with pure confusion which made the Flame King laugh.
"There is a sensor above the door which react to your presence when you enter a defined place infront of the door." (I've got no idea if I'm right with this kind of explanation O.o if someone knows better, please tell me ^^)
Phoenix didn't seem to be convinced by that, so she followed Spitfire while grabbing his jacket when he walked forward. The door automatically opened and let the two enter the building.
Inside Phoenix was confronted with an amazingly big room. There hanging clothes everywhere and signs had written stuff like 'dresses', 'trousers', 'pullovers' written on them.
"Oh my god."
Spitfire turned around and grinned at the astonished girl behind him.
"Come on, I'll carry you on my shoulders again . . . this way you'll be able to see more clearly."
Phoenix couldn't do anything else than simply nodding.
"Is this dimension a normal one for a shop for clothes, Spitfire?"
They were heading towards a hat stand with pullovers. There were four of them with pullovers in so many different colours and shapes that Phoenix had stopped counting them after the fifteenth colour. She had preferred to focus on the place.
"Uhm, actually it's a small one with it's seize."
"Really?"
He could almost see the shocked expression of the girl in his mind.
"But let's focus on finding some clothes for you, kay?"
"Well, okay . . . if I can't find any clothes at this shop, I guess that'd be a good reason for desperation", Phoenix mentioned completely serious and crossed her arms in front of her chest. Spitfire couldn't help but laugh.
"Let's get moving then", he mentioned still laughing.
The red-haired girl on his shoulders nodded and suddenly felt like the captain of a giant ship.
When they had reached the first hat stand with pullovers Siptfire mentioned:
"Hey, I guess I better let you down. That way you can take a closer look at the clothes."
He reached out for the girl who was less heavier than he had expected and did put her down on her feet again. She stepped closer to the different pullovers and carefully reached out for one of them.
"The fabric is very soft", she mumbled. "Falk would have liked it."
"Hm?"
Spitfire had turned to the opposite direction to take a closer look on a few t-shirts.
"What were you saying?", he asked half-way turned around.
"It's nothing", Phoenix replied with a fake smile on her face.
The Flame King noticed that detail, but it wasn't the time to force her talking about the feelings beneath the surface.
"Well, what color would you like?"
"I've never had the possibility to choose my clothes based on color."
Phoenix observed a dark-green pullover.
"I think blue would look good on you, in contrast to your hair and eyes."
Spitfire hold a ultramarine-colored hoodie in his hands, but the red-haired girl didn't seem to like it pretty much.
"Blue is such a cold and isolated color."
Spitfire raised an eyebrow. "'kay . . ."
He did put the hoodie back and looked through the different pullovers again while Phoenix did the same on another hat stand.
Color . . . which color should I choose? A color which he would have liked! Her face became serious. I'll choose a colour which makes me easy to recognize from the sky.
"Come on, Phoenix, I'll never loose sight of you because of your shining, red hair."
The memory pierced right through her heart. She bit her lower-lip; it actually did hurt from biting it so often in the last time.
Damn, she scolded herself, where the heck are these memories coming from? I've been fine with living on the streets without him for one and a half year and I didn't feel like breaking down and cry every single moment after I had overcome the first shock.
Phoenix took a deep breath.
Calm down!
"Spitfire! Oh my, what a coincidence to meet you here!"
A girl had suddenly appeared next to the Flame King when Phoenix turned around to see who had ripped her out of her thoughts.
The first thought which entered the girl's mind after seeing the other girl was:
Too pink!
Phoenix guessed that she was about five years older than herself.
Pink hair surrounded a cute face and grey eyes were focused on Spitfire. That pink girl's figure was very well-shaped and her clothes were rather short. Phoenix didn't know why, but she had a feeling that she would never learn how to like that girl.
"I guess you're here to find some clothes for that poor, little thing?"
I'm not poor . . . kay, economically seen I am, but still – and I'm not a little th- okay, I am way shorter than her. This sucks.
Spitfire nodded and answered:
"Yeah, that's right, Simca . . . oh, and her name is Phoenix."
Spitfire turned his face towards the younger girl and mentioned:
"Phoenix, this is Simca."
Phoenix managed to nod.
"Oh, she really is a cutey."
"Well,I guess you've heard about her from Nue?"
Simca smiled broadly.
"Sure I did, but I wouldn't have expected her to be such a shopping-maniac to actually drag you into this shop. You've never had a thing for clothes right?"
"Well . . ."
Spitfire scratched the back of his head.
"Oh, but don't worry because now I am here and I can help you out if you – ah, you know what? Just wait a moment . . .I'll go and get some clothes which will fit that little shopping-maniac perfectly."
With these words she already headed somewhere else and Phoenix had to admit that she wouldn't care if Simca would never come back. She stepped next to Spitfire and pulled one of the sleeves of his jackets which made him looking down at her.
"What's up?"
"Spitfire . . . I don't like that nickname."
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That's it for the day . . . and once again i have to apologize for making you wait so long! u.u
I really hope you liked that chapter because it was great fun for me to write it ^^
By the way . . . you can also tell me if you didn't like something about it (but no flames, please) because I'm still learning. ^^
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