"Riho?"
I open my eyes to the sound, the vague call of my name, and as my vision clears, Shido's beautiful, worried face comes into view, gazing upon me with the utmost love and sincerity.
"Yes?" I answers, a little playful, a little groggy. He only frowns in return. I strain to get up, but find my body in complete odds with me, and a searing pain strikes through me, from my toes to my nose. I squirm back into a comfortable position, and though making no sound, I must have the hurt of my actions plain on my face, for Guni taunts me in the background.
"Serves you right!" her high-pitched voice squeals. I guess it sort of does. Everything good has to have a bad end, doesn't it? I smile, and look back to Shido, who has not let up his frown still.
"Mr. Shido?" My voice begins in a high, innocent tune, "What's the matter?"
For a long while, nothing is said, and he stares at me, as I laid sprawled upon the couch, and he adjacent from me, in the chair from his desk.
"Mr. Shido?" I ask again, and suddenly he stands in a huff.
"You could have died, Riho!" he cries, his hands in the air. Guni retreats to a corner of the room. I struggle to sit upright, but I manage. My shoulder, and ankles are back to normal, but I'm missing blood. That's okay. It'll come back.
"Calm down." I hear my voice whisper. And, I'm crying. How odd. How terribly unexpected. Mr.Shido has not realized, his back is turned from me, and he fumes.
"CALM DOWN?!" he asks suddenly, spinning to face me, but then his mouth shuts, and he see's his mistake. He bites his lip, and comes to me, sitting at the floor below me, on one knee, as if a man proposing.
"Riho." he whispers so whimsically, "What's wrong?"
I cry harder, and louder, and throw my arms around his slender neck, hugging it tight, my chin on his shoulder, and then my head nestled in his nape as I sob. His arms snake about me, in the most innocent of ways, locking, and protecting me within his sheltered grasp.
He's silent during the duration in which I cry, and a while after, as I we remain close to each other. I'm afraid to move away, but I do all the same, and realize the length of my hair, it must have been a night or two since last I was awake.
Shido picks me up suddenly, and cradles me like a dire princess, carrying me to our coffin room. He walks to my tiny casket, white, and silver, and kicks the lid off of it with his natural grace. And as he begins his descent, in order to put me down, I grab his shirt, and stop him.
"No," I whisper so quietly, I'm not sure if he can hear it, but he stops and stands erect, his eyes twinkling down upon me.
"I don't want to be alone tonight."
He smiles faintly, and turns to his other side, the black coffin large and master like. He does the same to it as he did to mine, and drops me in it with care. I pull off my bloody clothes, crusted and caked with asphalt and dust, and I lay there, naked, and free. He joins me soon, in the same fashion.
He reaches for me, and holds me again in his arms, as I nestle to his chest. He begins to run his lanky fingers through my hair. It makes me feel safe, like it always does. I sigh to myself, and he pulls me tighter. I stretch my face up, and for the first time, in what seems forever, I kiss him, allowing him what I so often keep to myself now, and our kiss is powerful.
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A/N: Yeah, that was A crap chapter, I've decided. Please R + R.
I open my eyes to the sound, the vague call of my name, and as my vision clears, Shido's beautiful, worried face comes into view, gazing upon me with the utmost love and sincerity.
"Yes?" I answers, a little playful, a little groggy. He only frowns in return. I strain to get up, but find my body in complete odds with me, and a searing pain strikes through me, from my toes to my nose. I squirm back into a comfortable position, and though making no sound, I must have the hurt of my actions plain on my face, for Guni taunts me in the background.
"Serves you right!" her high-pitched voice squeals. I guess it sort of does. Everything good has to have a bad end, doesn't it? I smile, and look back to Shido, who has not let up his frown still.
"Mr. Shido?" My voice begins in a high, innocent tune, "What's the matter?"
For a long while, nothing is said, and he stares at me, as I laid sprawled upon the couch, and he adjacent from me, in the chair from his desk.
"Mr. Shido?" I ask again, and suddenly he stands in a huff.
"You could have died, Riho!" he cries, his hands in the air. Guni retreats to a corner of the room. I struggle to sit upright, but I manage. My shoulder, and ankles are back to normal, but I'm missing blood. That's okay. It'll come back.
"Calm down." I hear my voice whisper. And, I'm crying. How odd. How terribly unexpected. Mr.Shido has not realized, his back is turned from me, and he fumes.
"CALM DOWN?!" he asks suddenly, spinning to face me, but then his mouth shuts, and he see's his mistake. He bites his lip, and comes to me, sitting at the floor below me, on one knee, as if a man proposing.
"Riho." he whispers so whimsically, "What's wrong?"
I cry harder, and louder, and throw my arms around his slender neck, hugging it tight, my chin on his shoulder, and then my head nestled in his nape as I sob. His arms snake about me, in the most innocent of ways, locking, and protecting me within his sheltered grasp.
He's silent during the duration in which I cry, and a while after, as I we remain close to each other. I'm afraid to move away, but I do all the same, and realize the length of my hair, it must have been a night or two since last I was awake.
Shido picks me up suddenly, and cradles me like a dire princess, carrying me to our coffin room. He walks to my tiny casket, white, and silver, and kicks the lid off of it with his natural grace. And as he begins his descent, in order to put me down, I grab his shirt, and stop him.
"No," I whisper so quietly, I'm not sure if he can hear it, but he stops and stands erect, his eyes twinkling down upon me.
"I don't want to be alone tonight."
He smiles faintly, and turns to his other side, the black coffin large and master like. He does the same to it as he did to mine, and drops me in it with care. I pull off my bloody clothes, crusted and caked with asphalt and dust, and I lay there, naked, and free. He joins me soon, in the same fashion.
He reaches for me, and holds me again in his arms, as I nestle to his chest. He begins to run his lanky fingers through my hair. It makes me feel safe, like it always does. I sigh to myself, and he pulls me tighter. I stretch my face up, and for the first time, in what seems forever, I kiss him, allowing him what I so often keep to myself now, and our kiss is powerful.
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A/N: Yeah, that was A crap chapter, I've decided. Please R + R.
