Hello again. I'm still in a writing mood. Just a question before the story goes on. Does anyone know where I can find a good Sakaki fic? No slash im not into them.
Any please tell me if you know of one coz I've been looking and haven't found one yet.
Thanks again to anyone who reviewed or is planning on reviewing. Hint hint.
Hunted
Chapter two
Anima stared at her reflection. She didn't look any different. Same light brown hair, same warm brown eyes. Same tan less skin. Being a witch didn't change her appearance at all. This bothered Anima, she would have liked some highlights to say the very least.
After the illusion Dante had created she decided that she would believe she was a witch. It still confused of why they were after her. It was probably safer to stay with Dante for one night than go outside and be found by those men.
Sighing Anima combed her hair with her fingers and tied it in a loose plait that fell just past her shoulder blades. She left the small bathroom and lay down on the sofa.
Dante had gone out about 20 minutes ago to get dinner. He refused to let Anima go, saying if she went home she would be found. She didn't have any say in the matter, when she tried to argue she simply grabbed a set of keys and left, locking the door behind him.
She watched the light slowly fade from the skylight. She checked her watch, six thirty. He should be back now unless… unless those men had gotten him, unless he had left her to die in here. Anima stood up, suddenly worried. 'Don't panic, think, how could you contact someone for help?'
"Phone!" Anima looked around wildly for a telephone. There didn't seem to be one. Then she looked at the stairs. She hadn't been up there yet.
Slowly she walked up the stairs. 'Going into someone's bedroom was invading their privacy,' she stopped, not sure what to do. Then again it might give her some clues to what Dante was doing living in a shed. Reassured she ran up the rest of the steps.
What she saw was a big disappointment. A neatly made queen sized bed rested in the corner. A mahogany chest of drawers along with a matching bookcase filled with books was set side by side against the wall.
Black drapes hung beside the bed, Anima walked over and pulled one side open. The view wasn't great but at least the glass was clean. It was dusk and the sky was tinted purple and pink. She began to wonder what Nibori was doing. He would have had to have paid the rent himself. 'Serves him right, bastard.' The thought brought a smirk to her face and she closed the drapes and sat down on the bed.
Anima absent mindedly ran her hands over the sheets. "Shotgun the bed," she said throwing herself backwards. The bedspread was simple and glorious at the same time. It would have to have been at least 250 thread count pure black cotton. It felt so soft and elegant. She crawled up the bed and ran her hands over the pillows. She could have squealed. Ivory 400 thread count Egyptian cotton. It paid off working in linens shop.
Laying her head on the pillow she closed her eyes an imagined sleeping in expensive sheets for one night. Completely forgetting that she had been "kidnapped".
"Are you enjoying yourself on my bed?" A male voice called.
Anima jumped off the bed and tried to smooth the creases out of the bed spread.
"I was… um…trying to find a…um…" She struggled for an excuse while withering under Dante's suspicious gaze. She gave up and went silent, staring at the ground.
There was an uncomfortable silence. "I bought you a toothbrush, hairbrush and a magazine. I was going to get you pajamas but I wasn't sure on what size you were."
Anima looked up at Dante. He was looking at her like a little boy with a did-I-do-good? Look on his face. Anima smiled at him as he handed her a bag. She pulled the magazine out. Some fashion magazine. At least he was trying.
"Thank you." the cocky grin made another appearance on his face. "Um can I ask you a favor?"
The grin disappeared. "What is it?"
"Can I sleep in the bed just for tonight?" She asked staring at the ground in embarrassment because she had asked such a dumb question.
"What with me?" he purred.
Anima rolled her eyes, she should have expected that. "No, just me."
He turned serious again. "Of coarse I was going to give you the bed anyway." He looked around. "I got sushi for dinner, its downstairs. Just give me a second and I'll turn the lights on." Anima laid the bad on the bed as Dante jogged down the stairs. There were a few noises then a giant light above her flickered to life.
Anima made her way downstairs and stood beside the table waiting for Dante to come and eat dinner. The two sat down and ate dinner in silence; Anima because she was ravenous, Dante because he was distracted watching her wolf down her food. When they had finished Dante cleared his throat.
"What's your name?" He asked cocking his head to the side.
Anima blushed deeply. He had just fed and given up his bed for her yet he didn't even know her name.
"Anima, I'm sorry I forgot to tell you before."
"Spirit, that's very fitting. How old are you?"
"I'm 22, and yourself?" She asked examining him from across the table.
"26, what exactly were you doing sitting there?" He asked casually staring at the curious young woman.
Anima frowned, that was the reason she was here. "I helped an old lady in a wheelchair and she told me to go and tell a man that his dog had been taken to the pound. Stupid right?" She said sarcastically and grinned at Dante. The smile faded when she saw Dante's face.
His face was expressionless and he stared at his empty plate. "I think you should go have a shower and then go to bed. We'll go to your apartment to pick up some of you things tomorrow." He said quietly, not looking at her.
"I'm sorry did I do something wrong?" Anima stood up.
"No, it's not you. It was me that you were meant to give that message to." He said picking up the plates and taking them to the sink.
"What does it mean?" she asked following him.
"That another witch has been hunted down, hopefully nobody I knew." He sighed. "There is a witch that's helping those guys hunt down people like us. She's very powerful."
"How do you avoid being hunted?"
Dante finished washing the plates and put them away. He turned to Anima his eyes filled with unspoken sorrow and placed a hand on her shoulder. "It's inevitable, but you can do things to keep yourself from being number one on their list, go into hiding. I became a witch a year ago and they still haven't gotten me. Don't give them an excuse to find you."
He left her for a minute and came back holding a cream towel and a long black t-shirt. "This is the biggest shirt I have. Will this do for you to wear tonight?"
"Yes. Listen, thank you doing all this for me. I know I haven't been a great guest, with me hurting you, even though you saved me from those men." She stammered blushing at the thought of the afternoons events.
"Its nothing, I like having company. Especially pretty witches company." Anima nodded and headed for the bathroom. "I meant what I said, you do have a lot of tension in your back, my offer is still open," he said.
Anima laughed and closed the door behind her. He just couldn't help himself.
The shower was pleasant, and the shirt Dante had given her just reached her knees so everything was in order. She brushed her wet hair and decided to leave it out so it would dry before she went to bed. She left the bathroom and looked around for Dante. He was sitting on the couch reading a newspaper. "Showers free," she said smiling and walked up the stairs to read the magazine.
She flopped down on the bed, laying on her stomach and opened the magazine and read the main articles.
How to make him moan
scarves
You like him now what?
Anima cringed and just skipped the contents; instead she looked at the scarves. She heard a click and peered down the stairs to see what Dante was doing. He had just left the bathroom, Anima's eyes widened, in nothing but a pair of black pants. She took in his nicely shaped body then realized what she was doing.
She blushed then returned to her magazine. She flipped the page, it was the article, How to make him moan. "That looks interesting." Dante's voice purred in her ear, "Wanna practice?" She opened her mouth to shriek at him but a hand covered her mouth. "Don't scream whatever you do," his serious eyes boring into her shocked brown ones. Anima slowly nodded her head stiffly and Dante removed his hand.
"Sorry I forgot," she whispered.
"It's okay, just don't do it again. I don't know how they do it but when you use your craft they can track you down." Dante sat down on the bed across from her. "You could do a lot of damage with that power of yours. It felt like my head was going to crack in two today." He laughed running his hand through his hair. "I just came up to get a set of sheets. Then I'll turn the lights off so you can sleep."
"Okay, well goodnight then." Anima said closing the magazine and slipping in between the sheets.
"Goodnight Anima." He said walking across the room, sheets in hand.
"They won't come in the night for us will they?" She asked nervously.
"No," he said with a fierce certainty. He looked at her one last time before going downstairs. The lights flickered off and the shed became silent. Anima settled down into the sheets. They felt like heaven against her skin. She struggled against the bedding a faint musky smell kept tickling her nose. It took her ten minutes before she realized it was Dante from when he slept in this bed the night before. Smiling she succumbed to sleep, unaware of the fact she was number one on their list.
