Chivalry For The Princess
Drear, fear, and clear,
It sears, do you find it eternal?
The words were both of rhyme and reason,
funny, isn't it?
Chapter 4, Playing Mercy
He can't find her. That was her intention. Kurai was laying miserably at the barren park, twilight was kissing the skies, whether the night prowlers came or not it didn't faze the princess. Her back was against the wooden bench, splinters injecting into her bare legs as she stared idly at the fountain of children cherubs. No one made a gesture to her, finding her state to be strange, like she had schizophrenia and would go insane at any given moment. Her eyes had been cried out, the tears came in sets; at first it was constant, then slowly every five minutes she'd break into crying, then ten, now thirty. Silver locks had her surrounded, while she was fleeing for Setsuna's sight her clip had fallen out but she hadn't a care for the discarded item. Slowly, the evil sat up her hair disheveled over her eyes, her thirty minutes had expired and she was now in another state of unshed sobs. She felt the wetness stream down her face and quickly she wiped it away. Inhaling she shut her eyes tight, praying for once in her life that she wouldn't cry. Her obliged to Kurai's wishes and the tears were ended.
Setsuna wasn't far from her. He had recently began scavenging the park, his eyes still in frantic search. He had been looking for nearly a two hours and was concerned beyond comprehension. He was striding with his hands tucked into his deep, cargo pants pockets, and as Setsuna restlessly continued he found her very noticeable silver hair lolled on the park seat. His concern and worry was vanquished becoming replaced with security and contentment. Setsuna stood in front of Kurai, looking down at her figure, when she was in this state she seemed youngest. The princess's legs were twined together, her face focused at the ground, her hair long, and messily sheltering her, it looked like immaturity.
"…Kurai?" Setsuna's first word sounding shy and in a way shameful.
She refused to answer him for a while, the moments where you become obscure upon some sort of respond, "What do you want?" Kurai whispered callously.
"Come home with me," Setsuna's reply not intricate, a clear cut answer.
An unexplained anger impelled within her, her eyes were slits as she looked upon him like a fierce, hungry tiger, "Why? So you can torture me with your little unreal story?!" she growled, "I am fucking sick and tired of you and your little infatuation--Setsuna you don't love Sara!"
Kurai knew her words were little lies, something that was some sort of way to make the pain escape her and enter him. She knew more than anything that Setsuna was in love with Sara, everything he did was an act of dedication to his love. Setsuna's eyes were still, glassy, and frozen, his manly features had shrunken to his more childish sixteen-year-old self, was Kurai correct? Sure he loved Sara but Setsuna had been backtracking his beliefs, maybe he was falling out. Why is it that he was so twisted when he was either one of them? He had to choose on his own terms.
She saw the hurt and it made her feel like she had made things fair again, "I'll go with you, but don't you dare antagonize me, I'll leave I swear it, and if you make me mad enough I'll, I'll…" no more.
Kurai began straightening the wrinkles on her wife beater and shorts as she got to her feet, Setsuna's reaction was a bit distant, and the princess was almost in a state of remorse. She had started walking ahead of him, running her fingers through her lengthy hair trying to straighten the knots and tangles.
"Hey, Kurai, are you hungry? Sara and I ate a while ago and there isn't shit in the closet," Setsuna tried small talk, that usually made things cope-able.
A nod was her response as she made a turn to the nearest McDonalds. Setsuna waited with her in the rather short line, Kurai's eyes were scanning the menu above, her mind keying in on all her favorites, this meal would be an addition to Setsuna's suffering. She stepped to the counter, slammed her hands onto it in an overruling-like notion.
"I'll have a king sized quarter pounder with cheese, hold the mustard and tomatoes, a large vanilla shake, five of those little apple pie things, a fish sandwich hold the tarter sauce, a McFlurry--the kind with the Oreos, and, umm…" she overlooked the menu one last time, "I guess a cookie bag, oh wait, and, no never mind that's it," Kurai grinned as the total chimed to a whopping 26,384 yen.
The angel-boy made a fist, quite tempted to kill Kurai, but instead his hand slithered into his back pocket, and he pulled out the proper amount, paying regretfully. He sat at the table with Kurai, she however wasn't attentive to him, and was ignoring him in every way possible. Setsuna sprawled his arm on the back of the seat waiting for the food along with Kurai.
"Order of--" Kurai ran up to the receive her meal, balancing two trays with tremendous ease.
Sitting down, Kurai delved down into the food, eating, smacking, tossing, sipping, slurping, and any other way you could describe someone eating in an eager sense. Setsuna watched almost disgusted but he could tolerate it.
"Why aren't you talking to me?" Setsuna asked as he tried to take a fry but was denied when Kurai snarled at him.
She folded her arms as she took the straw between her lips, sipping, making that 'needs a refill' sound, "I hate you that's why," she answered taking a chomp out of her fish sandwich.
The debate carried on until she finished her food and was there was still a bit of an epilogue of the argument as they walked out of the fast food restaurant. Kurai made burps in between her points of view, whilst Setsuna would rate the burp from a scale of 1-10.
"Kurai, you can't just be pissed forever, think of our friendship," he fired at her.
"Our friendship?!" the princess simply laughed.
"Stop not taking this seriously, cause this is heavy stuff!" Setsuna chided.
"The friendship probably would've still been intact if you didn't have to screw me over!' she countered with folded arms.
"Screw you over? I love Sara, get it through your damn rock-solid head," Setsuna muttered.
"Then why'd you kiss me and lead me on?" Kurai asked with a single raised brow, "What did you want from me? Was I just your little substitute since she wasn't around to fulfill your little horny needs?" her question cold and ruthless.
Setsuna paused, then in the heat of the moment pushed Kurai directly into the stone wall next to them, "It's not like that, alright?" he whispered shakily.
Kurai gulped and looked at Setsuna's expression, she was frozen all over, like a still frame.
"Princess, listen…I," no don't say something you might regret and don't fret.
Hold on and wait a moment. Let it rush by. Is this what needs to be said? There's room only for one. So repent and let it be spent.
A/N: I love you guys so much o! I love the reviews and thank-you Sprite Embyr Skava I didn't realize I had that much of an impact on you readers. The fourth chapter was late, I know, but I'm working on a new Raphael fic, look out for it, it's called Trapping Trampling Tramps. I know this chapter was kind of boring but bear with me for the drama/angst will come shortly. Don't forget to leave your reviews!
Disclaimer: Does is it look like I own Angel Sanctuary? Yeah, I know it does look like I own it, but I don't, it's a shame isn't it?