Title: Needs of the Jagan Eye
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yu-Yu-Hakusho is of no way affiliated with Liola Li. This fanfic is for entertainment only and will not grant profits without the express permission of creator. sigh ==Usigh
Story thus far: The Jagan eye has, in accordance to the mating rituals, chosen a human for it's demon overseer. With his strength at risk and relentless consideration, Hiei obeys to the wishes of the unusual matchmaker. However, Hiei vows to end the relationship as soon as the proper 'courtships' has been reached; then, gently erase any trace of himself from the female's memories. Allowing him to leave the human world with at least a shred of honor intact.
Hiei's plan is finally being paced. His return from Makai was brief but left him unsure as Mukuro offers him words of caution.
'This is a warning, Hiei. Whatever your plan is for this human girl... it will undoubtedly fail. Brace yourself for what is to come. Few demons ever survive it.'
Chapter Summary: Hiei returns to the human world. Strange converse with Kurama. Hiei reminicing. Another Hiei Celeste moment with each showing pride and longing.
Kurama looked down at one of the many diagrams in his thick medical textbook. The article he was currenlty scanning was hinted by the professor to be on the mid-term examination later into the week along with the other countless handouts, charts, and graphs given to the groaning students ealier in the year. Who knew that humans were so vulnerable to such a variety of infestations? It seems everything they touch is a sudden danger towards their well-being.
A yawn overcame the red head; followed by the sudden motion of streching his arms outwardly over his shoulders. He glanced over at the digital clock at the side of his desk near the base of the lamp. The numbers 3:29 blinked delicately in red light. "That's enough for tonight," he muttered, rubbing his drowsy eyes. With a few misdirected but surprisingly graceful steps, Kurama was able to reach the covers of his mattress.
As he gathered himself over the bedsheets and underneath the thick comforters, he noticed the sudden appearance of a dark silouhette near the open curtains. With an aggravated groan, Kurama turned his body towards the window then threw a nearby pillow towards the shadow.
"Hiei, must you always come in the middle of the night?" he said as the pillow missed its target. Seeing Kurama this grumpy was an unusual sight but one that Hiei enjoyed being the one to caues considering what he had gone through becaues of Kurama's mouth. The demon lept into the room and flicked on the light of the lamp on the desk that was still hot from the hours it was already on. Kurama groaned loudly under the covers before sitting up; his hand impatiently swiping a few strands of disheveled hair away from his face.
Not bothering to notice the giant yawns that came from his unwilling host, Hiei leaned himself against a chair comfortably. "Did anything happen to Celeste while I was in Makai?" he asked mildly while balancing the two front legs of the chair and allowing the back legs to hover.
"No," sighed Kurama, "At least not that I heard of." Another stifled yawn. "Why would there be?"
Hiei turned his head and scoffed at the question. "I need to be informed of any changes no matter how insignificant it seems." Hiei paused as his eyes lighted up momentarily as he continued. "Even the most unnoticeable thing can set me back weeks or even months."
Kurama impatiently threw a second pillow at Hiei's head but ended up bouncing off the wall behind the fire demon. Hiei looked amused and innocently asked, "You're in an unusually good mood."
"Shut up, Hiei," the redhead said threatenly, holding up his last and largest pillow. "Just tell me why you're here. To ask me how Celeste was doing does not call for you to immediatly do so right after you leaft Makai. Something eles is on your mind so just spit it out and let me slumber."
Hisi stayed silent. Partly to reconsider telling Kurama at such a grumbling state and partly to purposely keep him away from his sleep even longer. After a while though, he thought it better to get it down since Kurama seemed near insanity from sleep deprivation which can lead to serious consequences.
Though it seemed like a moment that held so small it doesn't deserve to be regarded in memories, the episode with Mukuro still followed him around like a silent ghost. And even when Hiei had a good hunch of what it was about, Kurama undoubtedly would have more background on the topic and provide better insight even with his severe level of lack of sleep.
"Mukuro. I had an odd conversation with her during my time at Makai. She talked of demon and human relationships and how few demons ever survive an encounter like the one I am in now. " Hiei paused and looked at Kurama seriously. "Are you keeping anything about the mating rituals from me?"
The question seemed to change the red head's dexteriror almost like an activated innate reflex. The once tense shoulders relaxed and his body movements became more loose and shifted the blankets around in nervous motions. With an no change of tone, he answered simply,"No, everything I've told you thus far is what I believe to be accurate." A sigh escaped Kurama's lips as he tried valiantly to keep from yawning. "But I do know what Mukuro is referring to."
"What?"
"I believe she is speaking of love, Hiei." Kurama said. "While I do hold the opinion of you being stubborn, highly agressive, untrusting, reckless- all traits unsuitable for a stable relationship, I agree with her."
Hiei rolled his eyes to the reply. "You have been spending too much time with Kuwabara and Yuske- they've obviously influenced your once quick mind. I would never allow myself to be caught in love." He flexed his fingers. "I use my powers to gain and not to protect. To me, Celeste is no more than another difficult obstacle I shall eventually overcome. Nonsence like love is not necessary in my life."
"But what if it does happen? Did you ever wonder what'll happen if you actually do fall in love?"
Hiei scoffed. "Were you not listening? I would never allow it to happen."
"You never answered my question.," Kurama replied back. He begin to lie back down, sensing the coversation at a close. "Would you run? Or would you stay? The mating rituals, the Jagan eye, would never allow a clear cut escape such as you described. You will be left scarred but wether you will 'survive' or not is still quite vague.
But Celeste, even if you do plan on erasing her memories, would be in equal pain. That's why, for the sake of the girl who will one day say 'I love you' , I hope you will be able to reply in mercy."
Hiei stayed quiet with all four legs of the chair on the ground. He felt uneasy about the statement. Kurama had put it in simple terms but what he was saying made it seem like a possibility that he would find himself in love. And if he did, what would he do?
"It does not matter," he found himself saying at last. "Things as you describe are no more than superstitions in the demon world."
Kurama sighed but still hold a smile very similar to the one Mukuro had worn. "Well then, I wish you good luck. Now, with your permission, I shall retire." Without another word, Hiei headed towards the balcony window to blend once again towards the casted shadows outside. Kurama, eager to go to bed, threw the covers back on top of his exhausted body then closed his eyes.
With the last of his energy, the red-haired muttered, "Botan said the flowers you sent went well with Celes.."
Hiei stopped midway. "What flowers?" However, by then, the youth was already too deep in sleep to answer.
I called Celeste the next afternoon. She sounded pleased to hear from me and thanked me graciously for the unsigned flowers that were found on her doostep. I did not bother to say that I had no idea what she was talking about since the flowers were likely sent by Yuske or one of the others in my place. She politely asked how my trip was to which I replied that it went smoothly. We made arrangements to meet at her apartment later on that day. Overall, she held a cheery tone but I knew something was on her mind.
I spent the rest of the day lazily capturing up on my rest on the top of a large oak in the park near the familiar meadow. My energy was already spent with the constant contemplation of the mating rituals. The Jagan Eye had accepted my meagar tries and had now settled down to merely numbing itself. The consequence of which meant that a piece of my head felt like an empty void. A strange sensation indeed. I find myself periodically rubbing the place to make sure it was there.
I feel more and more tired with each passing day I spend with Celeste. The thought of her very existence cauese me fatigue but also creates a feeling of unusual security in me. The emotional link had allowed me to feel sparks of emotion now and then and, thus invigurates me. When I am close to her, it is particularly strong. Now I understand why Kurama had chosen his human body over his much more durable demon form. Being a human can offer many indescribable moments of emotions that appear less frequently in a demon' s entire lifetime.
Still, it does not mean that I have become addicted to the taste of it. I still overwhelmingly perfer the heat of battle and the feeling of being pushed to the limit of my very being. Nothing can substitute the victorious feeling one can only attain by defeating an equal.
As for Celeste. I do admit I would miss her. Though it had rather unpleasant moments, the stay in this world thus far was a fresh challenge. But I know that I cannot possibly bring her along back to Makai. My hands already had enough bloodshed to take responsiblity for. Besides, once she knows who I really am, it would be better for her to live her life without knowing of our past relationship.
It would be better for both of us if she does not remember.
The wind drifted leaves across the meadow below me as the tree branches above the limb I laid moved aginst the breeze. It was a cloudy day but rays of minute sunlight still managed to reflect off the leaves around me. I found my eyes slowly shutting themselves by relex.
"So how was your buisness trip?" she asked me after inviting me into her apartment and kissing me affectionately. I handed her a jewelry box that contained the necklace she was gawking at a barely a week before. She opened it carefully as if it were a bomb then gasped at the contents. I smirked, expecting praises for my thoughtfulness and highly unselfish act.
Her green eyes widened but, with the expression equivalent of torture, she quickly handed it back to me. "I-I-I can't accept that. It must have costed you so much money-"
I rolled my eyes and pushed the box back into her own hands. "For crying out loud can you just swallow your pride and accept the gift?" The statement was kind compared to what I was thinking at the moment but she immediately took the offensive.
"Look, I didn't ask for it-"
"Are you joking? You practically told me when we passed that store the other da-"
"I did not!" she interrupted.
"Then why did you accept the flowers?" I questioned, "You accept a bunch of dead plants tied with fancy strings but you don't accept-"
"Becaues plants die!" she reasoned loudly, "It would have been a waste-what are you doing?!!"
I had pushed her aside gently to reach the window that faced the streets below. Making sure she was watching, I took the necklace out of the velvet box and held it in a fist ready to send it flying through the city. "If you do not take it, this necklace is going out the window." I purposely allowed it to catch the light of the sun to its maximum glimmer. I could see the shock on her face and the longing in her eyes.
"You. wouldn't." she whispered, her eyes narrowing, "Even you aren't that insane."
Eyebrows raised, I stated firmly, "Do you think I am bluffing?"
She crossed her arms and relaxed her shoulders then sat back comfartably on the couch nearby. With a confident smile, Celeste said, "I dare you to."
I smirked. Before her overconfident smile had a chance to even flicker, I threw the necklace across the horizon and watched it proudly as it disappeared out of sight. From behind, I can hear Celeste's surprised gasp and the rush of her footsteps behind me. When she appeared moments later, she changed her sight between my hand and the window, holding on to hope that I was bluffing.
"You idiot," she breathed.
I shrugged, leaning against the wobbly railing while holding a wide grin. "It does not matter to me."
"That necklace must've costed hundreds of dollars!" she said to me,"Just becaues I didn't keep it doesn't mean you should just throw it away!" I did not say anything in reply as I watched her amusingly storm back into the living room and plant herself onto the couch. With a cushion clutched tightly over her face, she screamed.
I sat across from her on the couch and waited for her to finish. When she finally did, a few screams later, Celeste looked scathingly at my direction. I glared back. We both found our selves in a strange non- blinking stare off. She won by throwing the cushion at me, causing me to blink first.
She faltered in her rage as she hears me chuckling. I have been thrown with enough pillows and cushions for today. "I can't believe your laughing," Celeste said, looking at the ceiling. Though she had a strict look on her face, I could see a shadow of a smile appearing through the corners of her mouth. She turned to me, no doubt to continue her tiresome lecture.
I quickly pulled her towards me and slipped my arms behind her back to keep her still. Without hesitation, I interrupted her words with a kiss that stemmed more from my own needs then her own. Though she put up a futile resistence to my advances at first, Celeste eventually returned my eager kiss. When it ended, she hovered above me, her hair loose in strands that drifted down around me.
"I hate it when you do that," she said, finally able to comprehend my seductive powers. I sat up to position ourselves in a more comfortable position. She laid on her side to allow room for both on us on the couch with her head on my chest. I followed suit and wrapped both arms securly around her. In this position, I was able to smell the gentle scent of pomegranete that I have not enjoyed for a long time.
But she was uncomfortable, I can tell with her nervous movements. Becaues this is the few times I had held her this close, it was likely that I was the caues of those movements.
"If you want me to move, just say so," I said in a harsher tone than I had meant. Celeste's head shot up to look at me in surprise. I turned my head to avoid her gaze then started to untangle my arms. "You do not have to force yourself-"
"N-no!" she stuttered, "I-its not that."
I laid back down again then looked at her for a better answer. It was her turn to avoid my gaze. She breathed in deeply before clarifying.
"I wanted to ask you if you can talk about yourself," Celeste said quietly. "What places you've been to...your family...your past." Her hand cautiously gripped my fingers, afraid that I might suddenly go away as the words escaped her lips. She looked sincerly at me before continuing. "All I know is your first name and... that isn't enough for me."
A little bit longer than the last chapter. Not surprisingly, I'm still off schedule. But on the bright side, I've finally decided what career I'm going into. A Manga Artist! I might even work under this pen name. But, I still have a long way to go since this job requires stirct schedules and...yeah.
P.S. I'm working on my first manga and I'll offer the website when its done. Its definitely going to be a doujinshi(sp?) [fan comic] of either Fruits Basket(Great anime/manga btw) or this very story(seems like a popular plot). Hope to make it past the first page and see all my faithful reviewers there also!
P.S.S Review? Please? Even if you just skimmed through the first sentence, just type in a 0 for bad and 1 for good. For the lazy (but much appreciated) reviewer.
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yu-Yu-Hakusho is of no way affiliated with Liola Li. This fanfic is for entertainment only and will not grant profits without the express permission of creator. sigh ==Usigh
Story thus far: The Jagan eye has, in accordance to the mating rituals, chosen a human for it's demon overseer. With his strength at risk and relentless consideration, Hiei obeys to the wishes of the unusual matchmaker. However, Hiei vows to end the relationship as soon as the proper 'courtships' has been reached; then, gently erase any trace of himself from the female's memories. Allowing him to leave the human world with at least a shred of honor intact.
Hiei's plan is finally being paced. His return from Makai was brief but left him unsure as Mukuro offers him words of caution.
'This is a warning, Hiei. Whatever your plan is for this human girl... it will undoubtedly fail. Brace yourself for what is to come. Few demons ever survive it.'
Chapter Summary: Hiei returns to the human world. Strange converse with Kurama. Hiei reminicing. Another Hiei Celeste moment with each showing pride and longing.
Kurama looked down at one of the many diagrams in his thick medical textbook. The article he was currenlty scanning was hinted by the professor to be on the mid-term examination later into the week along with the other countless handouts, charts, and graphs given to the groaning students ealier in the year. Who knew that humans were so vulnerable to such a variety of infestations? It seems everything they touch is a sudden danger towards their well-being.
A yawn overcame the red head; followed by the sudden motion of streching his arms outwardly over his shoulders. He glanced over at the digital clock at the side of his desk near the base of the lamp. The numbers 3:29 blinked delicately in red light. "That's enough for tonight," he muttered, rubbing his drowsy eyes. With a few misdirected but surprisingly graceful steps, Kurama was able to reach the covers of his mattress.
As he gathered himself over the bedsheets and underneath the thick comforters, he noticed the sudden appearance of a dark silouhette near the open curtains. With an aggravated groan, Kurama turned his body towards the window then threw a nearby pillow towards the shadow.
"Hiei, must you always come in the middle of the night?" he said as the pillow missed its target. Seeing Kurama this grumpy was an unusual sight but one that Hiei enjoyed being the one to caues considering what he had gone through becaues of Kurama's mouth. The demon lept into the room and flicked on the light of the lamp on the desk that was still hot from the hours it was already on. Kurama groaned loudly under the covers before sitting up; his hand impatiently swiping a few strands of disheveled hair away from his face.
Not bothering to notice the giant yawns that came from his unwilling host, Hiei leaned himself against a chair comfortably. "Did anything happen to Celeste while I was in Makai?" he asked mildly while balancing the two front legs of the chair and allowing the back legs to hover.
"No," sighed Kurama, "At least not that I heard of." Another stifled yawn. "Why would there be?"
Hiei turned his head and scoffed at the question. "I need to be informed of any changes no matter how insignificant it seems." Hiei paused as his eyes lighted up momentarily as he continued. "Even the most unnoticeable thing can set me back weeks or even months."
Kurama impatiently threw a second pillow at Hiei's head but ended up bouncing off the wall behind the fire demon. Hiei looked amused and innocently asked, "You're in an unusually good mood."
"Shut up, Hiei," the redhead said threatenly, holding up his last and largest pillow. "Just tell me why you're here. To ask me how Celeste was doing does not call for you to immediatly do so right after you leaft Makai. Something eles is on your mind so just spit it out and let me slumber."
Hisi stayed silent. Partly to reconsider telling Kurama at such a grumbling state and partly to purposely keep him away from his sleep even longer. After a while though, he thought it better to get it down since Kurama seemed near insanity from sleep deprivation which can lead to serious consequences.
Though it seemed like a moment that held so small it doesn't deserve to be regarded in memories, the episode with Mukuro still followed him around like a silent ghost. And even when Hiei had a good hunch of what it was about, Kurama undoubtedly would have more background on the topic and provide better insight even with his severe level of lack of sleep.
"Mukuro. I had an odd conversation with her during my time at Makai. She talked of demon and human relationships and how few demons ever survive an encounter like the one I am in now. " Hiei paused and looked at Kurama seriously. "Are you keeping anything about the mating rituals from me?"
The question seemed to change the red head's dexteriror almost like an activated innate reflex. The once tense shoulders relaxed and his body movements became more loose and shifted the blankets around in nervous motions. With an no change of tone, he answered simply,"No, everything I've told you thus far is what I believe to be accurate." A sigh escaped Kurama's lips as he tried valiantly to keep from yawning. "But I do know what Mukuro is referring to."
"What?"
"I believe she is speaking of love, Hiei." Kurama said. "While I do hold the opinion of you being stubborn, highly agressive, untrusting, reckless- all traits unsuitable for a stable relationship, I agree with her."
Hiei rolled his eyes to the reply. "You have been spending too much time with Kuwabara and Yuske- they've obviously influenced your once quick mind. I would never allow myself to be caught in love." He flexed his fingers. "I use my powers to gain and not to protect. To me, Celeste is no more than another difficult obstacle I shall eventually overcome. Nonsence like love is not necessary in my life."
"But what if it does happen? Did you ever wonder what'll happen if you actually do fall in love?"
Hiei scoffed. "Were you not listening? I would never allow it to happen."
"You never answered my question.," Kurama replied back. He begin to lie back down, sensing the coversation at a close. "Would you run? Or would you stay? The mating rituals, the Jagan eye, would never allow a clear cut escape such as you described. You will be left scarred but wether you will 'survive' or not is still quite vague.
But Celeste, even if you do plan on erasing her memories, would be in equal pain. That's why, for the sake of the girl who will one day say 'I love you' , I hope you will be able to reply in mercy."
Hiei stayed quiet with all four legs of the chair on the ground. He felt uneasy about the statement. Kurama had put it in simple terms but what he was saying made it seem like a possibility that he would find himself in love. And if he did, what would he do?
"It does not matter," he found himself saying at last. "Things as you describe are no more than superstitions in the demon world."
Kurama sighed but still hold a smile very similar to the one Mukuro had worn. "Well then, I wish you good luck. Now, with your permission, I shall retire." Without another word, Hiei headed towards the balcony window to blend once again towards the casted shadows outside. Kurama, eager to go to bed, threw the covers back on top of his exhausted body then closed his eyes.
With the last of his energy, the red-haired muttered, "Botan said the flowers you sent went well with Celes.."
Hiei stopped midway. "What flowers?" However, by then, the youth was already too deep in sleep to answer.
I called Celeste the next afternoon. She sounded pleased to hear from me and thanked me graciously for the unsigned flowers that were found on her doostep. I did not bother to say that I had no idea what she was talking about since the flowers were likely sent by Yuske or one of the others in my place. She politely asked how my trip was to which I replied that it went smoothly. We made arrangements to meet at her apartment later on that day. Overall, she held a cheery tone but I knew something was on her mind.
I spent the rest of the day lazily capturing up on my rest on the top of a large oak in the park near the familiar meadow. My energy was already spent with the constant contemplation of the mating rituals. The Jagan Eye had accepted my meagar tries and had now settled down to merely numbing itself. The consequence of which meant that a piece of my head felt like an empty void. A strange sensation indeed. I find myself periodically rubbing the place to make sure it was there.
I feel more and more tired with each passing day I spend with Celeste. The thought of her very existence cauese me fatigue but also creates a feeling of unusual security in me. The emotional link had allowed me to feel sparks of emotion now and then and, thus invigurates me. When I am close to her, it is particularly strong. Now I understand why Kurama had chosen his human body over his much more durable demon form. Being a human can offer many indescribable moments of emotions that appear less frequently in a demon' s entire lifetime.
Still, it does not mean that I have become addicted to the taste of it. I still overwhelmingly perfer the heat of battle and the feeling of being pushed to the limit of my very being. Nothing can substitute the victorious feeling one can only attain by defeating an equal.
As for Celeste. I do admit I would miss her. Though it had rather unpleasant moments, the stay in this world thus far was a fresh challenge. But I know that I cannot possibly bring her along back to Makai. My hands already had enough bloodshed to take responsiblity for. Besides, once she knows who I really am, it would be better for her to live her life without knowing of our past relationship.
It would be better for both of us if she does not remember.
The wind drifted leaves across the meadow below me as the tree branches above the limb I laid moved aginst the breeze. It was a cloudy day but rays of minute sunlight still managed to reflect off the leaves around me. I found my eyes slowly shutting themselves by relex.
"So how was your buisness trip?" she asked me after inviting me into her apartment and kissing me affectionately. I handed her a jewelry box that contained the necklace she was gawking at a barely a week before. She opened it carefully as if it were a bomb then gasped at the contents. I smirked, expecting praises for my thoughtfulness and highly unselfish act.
Her green eyes widened but, with the expression equivalent of torture, she quickly handed it back to me. "I-I-I can't accept that. It must have costed you so much money-"
I rolled my eyes and pushed the box back into her own hands. "For crying out loud can you just swallow your pride and accept the gift?" The statement was kind compared to what I was thinking at the moment but she immediately took the offensive.
"Look, I didn't ask for it-"
"Are you joking? You practically told me when we passed that store the other da-"
"I did not!" she interrupted.
"Then why did you accept the flowers?" I questioned, "You accept a bunch of dead plants tied with fancy strings but you don't accept-"
"Becaues plants die!" she reasoned loudly, "It would have been a waste-what are you doing?!!"
I had pushed her aside gently to reach the window that faced the streets below. Making sure she was watching, I took the necklace out of the velvet box and held it in a fist ready to send it flying through the city. "If you do not take it, this necklace is going out the window." I purposely allowed it to catch the light of the sun to its maximum glimmer. I could see the shock on her face and the longing in her eyes.
"You. wouldn't." she whispered, her eyes narrowing, "Even you aren't that insane."
Eyebrows raised, I stated firmly, "Do you think I am bluffing?"
She crossed her arms and relaxed her shoulders then sat back comfartably on the couch nearby. With a confident smile, Celeste said, "I dare you to."
I smirked. Before her overconfident smile had a chance to even flicker, I threw the necklace across the horizon and watched it proudly as it disappeared out of sight. From behind, I can hear Celeste's surprised gasp and the rush of her footsteps behind me. When she appeared moments later, she changed her sight between my hand and the window, holding on to hope that I was bluffing.
"You idiot," she breathed.
I shrugged, leaning against the wobbly railing while holding a wide grin. "It does not matter to me."
"That necklace must've costed hundreds of dollars!" she said to me,"Just becaues I didn't keep it doesn't mean you should just throw it away!" I did not say anything in reply as I watched her amusingly storm back into the living room and plant herself onto the couch. With a cushion clutched tightly over her face, she screamed.
I sat across from her on the couch and waited for her to finish. When she finally did, a few screams later, Celeste looked scathingly at my direction. I glared back. We both found our selves in a strange non- blinking stare off. She won by throwing the cushion at me, causing me to blink first.
She faltered in her rage as she hears me chuckling. I have been thrown with enough pillows and cushions for today. "I can't believe your laughing," Celeste said, looking at the ceiling. Though she had a strict look on her face, I could see a shadow of a smile appearing through the corners of her mouth. She turned to me, no doubt to continue her tiresome lecture.
I quickly pulled her towards me and slipped my arms behind her back to keep her still. Without hesitation, I interrupted her words with a kiss that stemmed more from my own needs then her own. Though she put up a futile resistence to my advances at first, Celeste eventually returned my eager kiss. When it ended, she hovered above me, her hair loose in strands that drifted down around me.
"I hate it when you do that," she said, finally able to comprehend my seductive powers. I sat up to position ourselves in a more comfortable position. She laid on her side to allow room for both on us on the couch with her head on my chest. I followed suit and wrapped both arms securly around her. In this position, I was able to smell the gentle scent of pomegranete that I have not enjoyed for a long time.
But she was uncomfortable, I can tell with her nervous movements. Becaues this is the few times I had held her this close, it was likely that I was the caues of those movements.
"If you want me to move, just say so," I said in a harsher tone than I had meant. Celeste's head shot up to look at me in surprise. I turned my head to avoid her gaze then started to untangle my arms. "You do not have to force yourself-"
"N-no!" she stuttered, "I-its not that."
I laid back down again then looked at her for a better answer. It was her turn to avoid my gaze. She breathed in deeply before clarifying.
"I wanted to ask you if you can talk about yourself," Celeste said quietly. "What places you've been to...your family...your past." Her hand cautiously gripped my fingers, afraid that I might suddenly go away as the words escaped her lips. She looked sincerly at me before continuing. "All I know is your first name and... that isn't enough for me."
A little bit longer than the last chapter. Not surprisingly, I'm still off schedule. But on the bright side, I've finally decided what career I'm going into. A Manga Artist! I might even work under this pen name. But, I still have a long way to go since this job requires stirct schedules and...yeah.
P.S. I'm working on my first manga and I'll offer the website when its done. Its definitely going to be a doujinshi(sp?) [fan comic] of either Fruits Basket(Great anime/manga btw) or this very story(seems like a popular plot). Hope to make it past the first page and see all my faithful reviewers there also!
P.S.S Review? Please? Even if you just skimmed through the first sentence, just type in a 0 for bad and 1 for good. For the lazy (but much appreciated) reviewer.