A Little Piece of Heaven
Chapter 21: Let's Have a Wedding
The images still vividly canter through my mind as I go about my business in daylight and dark. Lingering like a ghost of a dream, it haunts me. Daydreaming, I've never forgotten how, but it comes as an unfamiliarity when I do. I want to focus. I want to tune-out; vision it again. I want to save it for later. I want it, need it right now.
She danced for herself those nights ago while watching, interested, and some lustful eyes followed. I was amongst them. I wasn't surprised to find that she could, indeed dance. Very well, for the way she did at that time and place; casually. Yet, when we became alone, comfortable, and back in familiar corridors, she danced only for me, and with the accompaniment of no music, she sang.
The deep, dark, devilish demand swirled behind her eyes fading in and out of the tinted lamp light, reminding me of the darkness I stirred in her so long ago. Dusty black shadows cast smoothly across her cocoa brown skin following as she twirled, and teased. The tune she carried rolled off and around her body like water. She was so flexible. So thick and tantalizing. I wanted to touch her, but stuck to a false cynical calm and only watched.
There was skill in her sway that spoke of her profession. The almost feline curve and twist of her body was mesmerizing. I couldn't redirect my attention else where, not even if I wanted to.
For now I'll preoccupy myself with answering her queue of questions. There's nothing left for me to do except collect hearts and wait. Perhaps this time around I won't grow irritated and ignore her all together. Today, as yesterday, and the day before that, my mind is else where. The feeling is foreign in my case. I normally don't fantasize about anything, or anyone.
"But, how do we know it's not the other way around?" She's putting a rather large 3D puzzle together (one of her Christmas presents) as she sits on the floor in the library at my feet. Her clothes are changed for comfort, and her hair strung up in a messy pony tail.
"Light is 'good', but not all of the time," I drag on through the conversation attempting to read the book of Openings. If not out, and about I desire to do something.
"And Darkness is?"
"It's assumed to be bad, for a lack of a better word. But, it is never said, only stated as a beginning,"
"I still don't get it," she fiddles with a long plastic puzzle piece and tries to fit it into some place. She sighs contently picking up another after the first failed to lock in and continue the figure.
"What's not to get. Both are a source of power, and each play a vital roll,"
"Yes,"
"But do you know what makes darkness more special than light?"
"What?"
"It's not quite defined. It's power that can spark anything,"
"...?" She chucks a puzzle piece to her side.
"You'd be surprised at what you'll find in the places that those who are ignorant won't go. Darkness is something not to be feared, but embraced,"
"Well then preach, sir. I've never really been one for the light anyway. Looks boring," She ads rather sarcastically.
I glance at her lazily giving up on reading. No use in mindlessly attempting to read the same passage over again.
"Do you know what it is yet?" I point to the working on her lap.
"Oh, my puzzle? No, still a mystery. It's some kind of animal. There are pieces for legs over here. A black horse, maybe?" she slips another plastic piece in place making sure to keep all of the others from breaking apart.
"The box doesn't tell you?"
"Nope. I'm almost done though,"
I allow my eyes to drift close.
"You know, if you're bored you could help me," she breathes throwing yet another plastic shard to the side.
"No thank you,"
Yesterday was quite uneventful, and unfortunately today might be the same.
Much to her discomfort I linger in the kitchen while she cooks, judging her silently. She should be used to this by now, but she never seems to like it when I hover. I find it funny.
She mumbles to herself every now and again scuttling around the counter tops and cabinets searching for an ingredient, a spoon, a pan, whatever. I fixate an unmoving gaze on her, and after a while I fail to notice my waning focus. To cut it short, I space out completely. When I become aware of myself, much to my chagrin, I become aware of what I was so entranced on.
Her behind.
I frown. My eyebrows knit thoughtfully on my forehead. You know, I never noticed how large...
"Has anyone ever told you...?" I trail off, minding myself. I rest my knuckles under my chin; an elbow is propped on the counter.
"Told me what?" she hums and follows my plane of sight assuming that I'm looking closer to the floor. She licks alfredo sauce nonchalantly from her smallest finger.
Even though I know I shouldn't ask, I do anyway. Of all the wisdom, knowledge, and the ability I keep in a keen eye, how I didn't register her more noticeable features (at least to myself) before hand is unsettling. Even more when I'm just noticing now, and can't help but look at nothing else.
"That you're ample,"
She pauses and slowly turns her body around. Her head is tilted as she licks more sauce from her hands. She stares with an incredulous quirk in her smile.
"I've been told I was fat, but what exactly are you talking about?"
I boldly lunge myself towards her. Hands latch to either side of her hips, give her a tight shake, and let go. She gets the message.
"Oh," she fidgets meekly obviously embarrassed "I really don't notice myself," she ducks around me temping out of sight. "Follow if you are hungry," she's taken the food with her calling me down the hall.
I follow rather idly.
The last files of his own are locked securely on the complex computer. Though the outside has began to warm in this new season this hidden compartment remains cold. He can faintly see his breath as he types.
He had detected the faint traces of another being when he had quietly, and in an unnoticeable manner, he entered. He had suspected that this password protected information had been the cause of the special visits unbeknownst to the woman. He didn't feel it was her need to know, or to worry.
The bright metallic glow of the computer painted false shadows across the piped walls. Relaxed on the outside, on guard within. As more and more time past the suspicion he felt grew. The closer he got to setting forth on his goal for darkness, the more these faint shadows began to appear, and none of them were heartless. With the notion to spite, he began. The information on this machine needed to be eradicated.
S E A S A L T I C E C R E A M
Access was found easy. Previous memories, though faint, made sure of it. Permanently he deleted numerous detailed digital files, or ones he didn't already have locked away for himself.
"XEHANORT"
...
...
Erased
"I neglected to give this to you," the sheets rustle around her legs. In her hand she holds a familiar black box.
I take it from her rather reluctantly. It's not that I don't trust her, it's just that sometimes (or most times) I don't trust her.
My left arm slinks tightly around and over her waist squeezing her close to my side, and meeting with my other arm to open it. Inside the box embedded in soft cushion, is a solid black-silver pocket watch dangling softly from a chain.
"For some reason it reminded me of you," she wriggles her arms free and clicks it open. The ticking arms point to no numbers. "You don't have to see them to know that they are there,"
"How interesting,"
"I guess that means you like it,"
"It means I'll keep it. Sit still won't you. You have a tendency to squirm,"
She jumps. A confused expression etches its way onto her face. "Sit still for what?"
I'm so awfully guilty aren't I? These things bring me so much pleasure to do. I jab my way into her soul before she has a chance to shirk and run from me. I dive in gathering pools of darkness from the deep depths of her heart. She's in so much pain, she can't scream. It remains hitched, and caught in her throat.
I can hear the high pitched cackling in the back of her mind. I chuckle attempting to avoid dragging out the agony. After I've had enough of her essence I bring it to the air. The dark tendrils seep smoothly through my knuckles. The ink green tint is mixed with my own shade of darkness and blends till it forms something solid.
After a few whisping moments I hold a solid black ring in my hand; fit just for her ring finger.
"Now that wasn't so bad," I mumble against the line of her jaw. She painfully clutches her chest; heaving and whimpering piteously.
"What d-did you do?" She's regaining her breath.
I hold it out to her so that she may see. "Confirmation that you are mine. Might as well accept it, dear. You already went through the pain,"
"Un-expectantly," she mumbles. With a trembling hand, she slips it on the right finger. She admires it slumping gradually against my side. Her eyes droop.
"Don't lose it,"
"Ansem," she breathes. "if I didn't know any better, I'd say you were proposing to me in your own little twisted way,"
"Something like that,"
Author's Notes:
Nah-ha! Finally made it to a hefty bridge! This chapter is important, but it's your job to figure out why! The next chapter should lead the way to more graphic content, but I won't change the rating until later when I need to. Thanks to all who put in their opinions!
If you haven't already I recommend you listen to "A Little Piece of Heaven" by Avenged Sevenfold. Even if the songs meaning is twisted into the mold of the fanfiction.
Get ready; it's going to get even more exciting!
R&R!