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Warnings: Language (for definite) and lots of angst
Spoilers: None – this is set before the movie so it's a prequel
Chapter 2 – Hiyme 'This can't be good'
Too true I was going to kill her in the morning! What was I saying it already morning. 2am in fact. I couldn't quite believe that she had done this to me...but then again I could fully understand why.
I starred at her as she silently slept, a faint smile on my lips. I knew everything that she had gone through was painful and I really should have informed her more clearly of what was actually wrong with Tima. But something had stopped me telling her about it...I don't why. That's the problem with being an empath you can tell other peoples feeling over a matter but you never quite know the truth behind those emotions.
Kamji stirred in her sleep and turned over, golden brown hair falling over her face and in the gleam of pale moonlight that fell from the window pain I remembered exactly why she was my lover. She was a pure spirit in this world of madness and a rare beauty that I could call my own.
None of the other Malduck's knew about our 'intimate' relationship, they were all under the impression that we were old roommates and we shared living costs. They were all fools but me and Kamji had a very difficult path to walk and to make sure that everything remained under wraps about us was not an easy task.
But I still felt somewhat guilty for not telling Kamji the full truth...but what could I tell her? She was a gentle creature and to learn what had killed her...I didn't want to think of the consequences. She was a trained killer – 'kill or be killed' was one of her most common phrases when I brought the subject up.
Slowly my eyes closed and I thought quietly to myself 'This can't be good' before sleeping lightly.
I was woken rudely by Kamji some hours later, looking worse for wear. "Hiyme?" she asked quietly, trying to shake me gently but misjudging it slightly. I blinked in the light, unaccustomed to it being so bright, "Why is it so bright?" I asked, still half-asleep.
"That neon light's been on for the last five hours. I'm amazed it didn't wake you earlier" her tone was softer and quiet compared with last night. "What do you mean? It's only six in the morning" I said yawning and looking at the clock we had somehow enquired a little less than a month ago.
"Hiy-sama!" she said, gently shaking her head and chuckling slightly, "And I thought I was bad for the drink".
I frowned at her, unsure what the hell she was going on about. Before I could ask she stood up and headed to our kitchen and told me, "You fell asleep in the early hours of the morning yesterday. I've been trying to wake you at odd occasions but you seemed to be tired...and I somehow doubt that you only drank one hot whisky" she passed me a steaming cup of light brown liquid and I was tempted to puke.
"Don't worry, baby, I think I was the worst" she smiled weakly and took a long drink from her cup. I slowly sipped mine, "Kamji, what are we going to do?" I asked slowly and deliberately.
I can't ever recall a time where I saw her look so lost and forlorn as she did at this point in time. She just looked at her cup and slowly shook her head, "To tell the absolute truth, I don't know Hiyme" she gulped, "I don't know"
Warnings: Language (for definite) and lots of angst
Spoilers: None – this is set before the movie so it's a prequel
Chapter 2 – Hiyme 'This can't be good'
Too true I was going to kill her in the morning! What was I saying it already morning. 2am in fact. I couldn't quite believe that she had done this to me...but then again I could fully understand why.
I starred at her as she silently slept, a faint smile on my lips. I knew everything that she had gone through was painful and I really should have informed her more clearly of what was actually wrong with Tima. But something had stopped me telling her about it...I don't why. That's the problem with being an empath you can tell other peoples feeling over a matter but you never quite know the truth behind those emotions.
Kamji stirred in her sleep and turned over, golden brown hair falling over her face and in the gleam of pale moonlight that fell from the window pain I remembered exactly why she was my lover. She was a pure spirit in this world of madness and a rare beauty that I could call my own.
None of the other Malduck's knew about our 'intimate' relationship, they were all under the impression that we were old roommates and we shared living costs. They were all fools but me and Kamji had a very difficult path to walk and to make sure that everything remained under wraps about us was not an easy task.
But I still felt somewhat guilty for not telling Kamji the full truth...but what could I tell her? She was a gentle creature and to learn what had killed her...I didn't want to think of the consequences. She was a trained killer – 'kill or be killed' was one of her most common phrases when I brought the subject up.
Slowly my eyes closed and I thought quietly to myself 'This can't be good' before sleeping lightly.
I was woken rudely by Kamji some hours later, looking worse for wear. "Hiyme?" she asked quietly, trying to shake me gently but misjudging it slightly. I blinked in the light, unaccustomed to it being so bright, "Why is it so bright?" I asked, still half-asleep.
"That neon light's been on for the last five hours. I'm amazed it didn't wake you earlier" her tone was softer and quiet compared with last night. "What do you mean? It's only six in the morning" I said yawning and looking at the clock we had somehow enquired a little less than a month ago.
"Hiy-sama!" she said, gently shaking her head and chuckling slightly, "And I thought I was bad for the drink".
I frowned at her, unsure what the hell she was going on about. Before I could ask she stood up and headed to our kitchen and told me, "You fell asleep in the early hours of the morning yesterday. I've been trying to wake you at odd occasions but you seemed to be tired...and I somehow doubt that you only drank one hot whisky" she passed me a steaming cup of light brown liquid and I was tempted to puke.
"Don't worry, baby, I think I was the worst" she smiled weakly and took a long drink from her cup. I slowly sipped mine, "Kamji, what are we going to do?" I asked slowly and deliberately.
I can't ever recall a time where I saw her look so lost and forlorn as she did at this point in time. She just looked at her cup and slowly shook her head, "To tell the absolute truth, I don't know Hiyme" she gulped, "I don't know"