Sorry for the long delay but I had other priorities. But I'm writing now so it's all good.
Akaneko
A reddish blur streaked through the amber void, several heads turned to watch its progression with curiosity. Legato gave a start as suddenly the slender redhead appeared before him. Triumph burned in the depths of her aqua eyes as she regarded him with sly determination.
"I have a present for you," she announced with a guileful smile. "If I give it to you will you tell me all you know about your mast?"
"Depends on what this present is," he replied with suspicion. He found the girl amusing, her claim to being a cat and all, but that didn't mean he trusted her. There was only one being he trusted and that was his master, Knives.
Gently her cool hands cradled his face as she guided his head lower. He didn't resist, realizing the startling strength in those elegant hands as inescapable. He couldn't withhold a startled gasp as her soft lips touched his.
Suddenly a tumult of images assaulted his mind, his senses. His master, this was everything his master had felt, wanted, thought. He rode a sort of delirious joy as his psyche was fully immersed in the essence of his master. Strangely, or perhaps not, the overriding impression was of a pain that delved deeper than mere flesh wounds.
A moment later the connection was lost as the girl pulled away, breathless as well.
"Now tell me everything," she commanded lowly, anticipation blazing from her narrowed eyes. Her once gentle hands gripped his head, nails digging in painfully. "I need to know." Mutely he nodded, his mind still reeling.
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Wolfwood paused in his brooding as a familiar redhead came running by. Casually he reached out and grabbed her arm. The girl gave a small shriek as her feet continued without the rest of her. Suffice it to say she landed indelicately on her posterior.
"Ow, that hurt," she declared from her sprawled position. "Hello Wolfwood." She gave him a beatific smile, oblivious to the fact that he was responsible for her fall.
"You never answered my question," he stated. She stared at him with evident confusion, her mind racing for recollection.
"What question?" she finally inquired with curiosity.
"Why are we here?" he demanded, pulling her more or less gently to her feet.
"I'm guessing that you're not talking about the meaning of life, right?" she responded with a cheerful smile. He groaned and ran a frustrated hand down his face. "Well, the truth is you all are here for me. I'm still a novice and all. Why, are you unhappy here?"
"You think?" he retorted hotly. She made a sympathetic clucking sound then gave a cry of inspiration.
"I'll get you a present to cheer you up," she told him with a kind smile. "Milly's the girl you like right? I'll get you a present from her."
"What?" Suddenly realization of what she meant by a present dawned on him. "No, that's not necessary. I'm quite happy here, really. Don't bother yourself."
"Don't be silly. It's no bother. I'll be back in a little while," she chirped, fading from view. The priest smacked himself in the forehead and began to pray that he was wrong in what he had assumed a 'present' entailed.
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Another short one I know, but some is better than none, right? Please review and don't be afraid of the strangeness.
Akaneko
A reddish blur streaked through the amber void, several heads turned to watch its progression with curiosity. Legato gave a start as suddenly the slender redhead appeared before him. Triumph burned in the depths of her aqua eyes as she regarded him with sly determination.
"I have a present for you," she announced with a guileful smile. "If I give it to you will you tell me all you know about your mast?"
"Depends on what this present is," he replied with suspicion. He found the girl amusing, her claim to being a cat and all, but that didn't mean he trusted her. There was only one being he trusted and that was his master, Knives.
Gently her cool hands cradled his face as she guided his head lower. He didn't resist, realizing the startling strength in those elegant hands as inescapable. He couldn't withhold a startled gasp as her soft lips touched his.
Suddenly a tumult of images assaulted his mind, his senses. His master, this was everything his master had felt, wanted, thought. He rode a sort of delirious joy as his psyche was fully immersed in the essence of his master. Strangely, or perhaps not, the overriding impression was of a pain that delved deeper than mere flesh wounds.
A moment later the connection was lost as the girl pulled away, breathless as well.
"Now tell me everything," she commanded lowly, anticipation blazing from her narrowed eyes. Her once gentle hands gripped his head, nails digging in painfully. "I need to know." Mutely he nodded, his mind still reeling.
* * * *
Wolfwood paused in his brooding as a familiar redhead came running by. Casually he reached out and grabbed her arm. The girl gave a small shriek as her feet continued without the rest of her. Suffice it to say she landed indelicately on her posterior.
"Ow, that hurt," she declared from her sprawled position. "Hello Wolfwood." She gave him a beatific smile, oblivious to the fact that he was responsible for her fall.
"You never answered my question," he stated. She stared at him with evident confusion, her mind racing for recollection.
"What question?" she finally inquired with curiosity.
"Why are we here?" he demanded, pulling her more or less gently to her feet.
"I'm guessing that you're not talking about the meaning of life, right?" she responded with a cheerful smile. He groaned and ran a frustrated hand down his face. "Well, the truth is you all are here for me. I'm still a novice and all. Why, are you unhappy here?"
"You think?" he retorted hotly. She made a sympathetic clucking sound then gave a cry of inspiration.
"I'll get you a present to cheer you up," she told him with a kind smile. "Milly's the girl you like right? I'll get you a present from her."
"What?" Suddenly realization of what she meant by a present dawned on him. "No, that's not necessary. I'm quite happy here, really. Don't bother yourself."
"Don't be silly. It's no bother. I'll be back in a little while," she chirped, fading from view. The priest smacked himself in the forehead and began to pray that he was wrong in what he had assumed a 'present' entailed.
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Another short one I know, but some is better than none, right? Please review and don't be afraid of the strangeness.
