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It had been a week now, and she still hadn't come out of her room. He would have thought that she died, if she hadn't been singing every night, making him sleep. It also worried him that she may be using magic, like when she had stared at him and he hadn't been able to look away… Or maybe she really had left the castle unnoticed, for that's what the servants had taken as truth.
It all just made his head hurt! Her presence had been eating at him little by little ever since she had suddenly appeared in his spring…
'That's it!' he thought and decided to settle the matter once and for all! He was going to go up there, no matter her mood or how her eyes got to him, or how much her voice tore at his mental state, he was going to get her out of that room and get answers from her whether she liked it or not! He didn't care if it seemed indecent, for she was the one truly being indecent!
It took him only a second to get there, and he immediately understood why the servants refused to go near her chambers. He could feel her aura nearly seeping out from underneath the door. When he felt something wrapping about his leg and begin to travel up it, he looked down to see that her aura was literally gripping him and pulling him in towards its source. There was only one being he knew of that possessed such a powerful and visible aura.
Without a second thought, he opened the door and was nearly blown over by the thick mist of her aura that almost nearly soaked through him like a wave. He felt suffocated and his clothes felt weighted down as if he were beneath a waterfall. And like the aura that had been seeping beneath the door, the aura in the room gripped onto him instantly and began trying to consume him. But unlike any other aura he had dealt with, none could compare to the shear force of this woman's aura, as it wrapped about him and kept him stock-still. He looked up best he could, through his drooping eyelids, as he felt the air in his lungs slowly leaving him. He could see her looking into her mirror, concentrating on it with all her consciousness, not giving him a single bit of mind.
He was held there, completely helpless for the first time in his life, while she simply stood in front of that mirror.
Finally, after what felt to him like forever, when his consciousness was slipping away from him almost completely, she turned towards him and smiled. Her eyes lit up with her smile and she walked towards him, and cupped his chin to tilt his head up and level with her own face.
"Now, now, I can't have you sleeping within my mist, or else you might die," she told him in a singsong voice, while he tried his best to focus on her, but he was failing miserably.
"Well, seeing as you can't seem to handle it, I'll just put you somewhere where you can," and with that said, she allowed her mist to place him in her arms and she began to carry him down many hallways, and finally to his chamber doors. He simply lay there, not able to move and slipping further and further out of consciousness.
"Just a bit longer, you can hang in there can't you?" she asked him, trying to spark a little something from him, if only to keep him awake. Only once before had something happened quite like this, and she hadn't liked the results one bit, and neither did the receiver.
Walking over to the bed, she gently placed him upon it and immediately departed from the room. She only said one thing to him.
"Don't worry, you'll better when you awaken…"
As the sun's rays filtered through the window, a body stirred on the bed just beyond it, trying in vane to block it out. Finally, the attempts stopped and he sat up, his long hair spilling over his shoulders and into his lap. He felt groggy beyond belief, and a splitting headache immediately gripped him. With a very audible moan, he lay back down, trying to sooth his head, but to no affect.
A servant heard her master moan, and went in to check upon him. When she saw a look of pain upon his face, she rushed off to get the healer whom soon returned with her.
The man simply lay there, not quite understanding what was happening, but knowing full well that it was annoying the hell out of him. With a swipe of his claws and another moan of pain caused by the action, he managed to get them at least a few feet away from him.
"My Lord, please, allow me to know what is the matter?" the old healer asked, her brown eyes filled with hurt from his sudden reaction.
"My---"
"He just has a bad headache, though nothing you can do about it," said a woman as she stepped into the room. As the man in the bed looked up, he realized something. The black-eyed woman had finally come out of her room! He almost smirked, but even that small action made him let out a moan of pain. The black-eyed woman quickly rushed over to him and, seeing a good bit of sweat upon his brow, sent the already complaining and bickering servants out of the room, telling them that she knew what was wrong and could fix it. With that accomplished, she sat on the edge of the bed, and began her inspection.
The man gave a good bit of protest, but felt too miserable to fight too much. She had him overpowered by her quick and stealthy movements within a minute or two, and had finished shortly thereafter.
"No need to worry, you'll just need to sleep it off and you'll feel better," she said, her voice once again singsong.
"But why do I… feel like this?" he asked, while his head protested slightly.
"My, my, my…you must truly not be feeling yourself if you're speaking as such! Here, I'll get you some medicine," the black-eyed woman said, and reached into her sleeve, pulling out a small pouch. She stuck her finger into the hole and opened it, then poured a small amount of powder into her hand, and then closed the bag using the two strings on either side of it. With the powder in hand, she picked up his cup that sat on the small table next to his bed and poured it in, swirling it to mix it in.
"Alright, now just drink this," she said, and helped him sit up a little, lifting the cup to his lips. He immediately reeled back, his body thoroughly protesting the sudden movement, as soon as the scent passed by his nose. His face contorted into one of disgust and his nose wrinkled up, showing his distaste for the smell that still lingered in the air.
"What in the seven hells is that most disgusting scent?" he demanded, trying in vain to move his face out of reach of the bad smell that only seemed to fuel his headache.
"This would happen to medicine, which will help you fell better sooner then if you just slept it off," the black-eyed woman told him, causing him to give her a very annoyed, but understanding glare.
Turning his head back to the cup in front of him, he allowed her to assist him in drinking its contents, even though it tasted just as bad as it smelled.
As soon as he finished the last drop, he lay back down and was willed by the woman sitting beside him to take a couple deep breaths. Within a minute or two he noticed that his headache was nearly gone and that he felt much better. As he looked to the side, he noticed that the woman was still there, however her attention was focused on the mirror across from her. As he looked in it, he again saw the same look of pure detachment on her face as he had seen before. She eyes weren't focused and she looked to be in a complete daze. This gave him a moment to have a good look at her.
She was wearing a burgundy colored kimono with a rare flower he had only seen once upon it. If he remembered correctly, it was called a rose.
These were black with silver around their edges. Her kimono was once again pinned in that odd way, showing some of her breasts and the bottom pinned up so that it was shorter and had soft folds on the front. Her feet were bare. Her hair was in a hair tail, with a slightly large lock of hair that partially covered the right side of her face. Her eyes were once again predominantly black with the little red ring around the pupil. She a little bit of a brown eye shadow on and her lips were as red as ever. Again, he could not think of her as anything but a goddess.
After a few minutes she looked back at him, feeling the intensity of his stare, which he still held firm. She gave a slight blush, almost the same shade as her lips, which made his eyes move to said lips. They stayed like that for a few seconds, before she turned her head away from him.
"Do you feel any better?"
Her voice effectively pulled him out of his thoughts and shoved him back into the proper state of reality. He blinked and shifted his eyes back to hers.
"Yes, much better. I thank you," he said, his voice quiet.
"I'm glad… well, you should get some rest, and by the time you wake up dinner should have been prepared," she told him with a blush still tinting her cheeks. His eyes sparkled a bit, happy with himself for making the female before him nervous.
When he nodded his head, she stood up to leave, only to have something grab her wrist. She looked down to see a hand wrapped around it, red stripes adorning it.
"Might you sing?" he asked, his voice demanding, but also hinted with question. She nodded her head, her blush deepening as she sat down again.
"Alright then, let's see… I think now know a good one.
As she began to sing, his brow immediately furrowed at the strange words, and from their meaning.
Prisons gates won't open up for me
On these hands and knees I'm crawling
I reach for you
And I'm terrified of these four walls
Cause iron bars can't hold my soul in
All I need is you
Come please calling
And oh, I scream for you
Hurry, I'm falling, I'm falling
He looked at her through drooping eyes as she sang the strange words, oddly touching his soul that was unnerving.
Show me what its like
To be the last one standing
Teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if its worth saving me
His brows eased back after these words and began to feel more at ease than uncomfortable, although he still concentrated on her words.
Heaven's gates won't open up for me
With these broken wings I'm falling
And all I see is you
These city walls ain't got no love for me
I'm on the ledge of the eighteenth story
And oh, I scream for you
Come please, I calling
And all I need from you
Hurry, I'm falling, I'm falling
Show me what its like
To be the last one standing
Teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if its worth saving me
Hurry, I'm falling, I'm falling
And all I need is you
Come please I'm calling
And all I scream for you
Hurry, I'm falling, I'm falling, I'm falling
As he heard what sounded like the climax of her song, he felt sleep slowly pulling him into its embrace, a warm feeling wrapping around him.
Show me what its like
To be the last one standing
Teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if its worth saving me
Hurry, I'm falling, I'm falling
Show me what its like
To be the last one standing
Teach me wrong from right
And I'll show you what I can be
And say it for me
Say it to me
And I'll leave this life behind me
Say it if its worth saving me
As her song finished, she looked at the man on the bed she sat upon, who was now in light slumber. She smiled and went to get up, when she felt a tug on her kimono. She looked down to see that his hand was holding it in sleep, his talons slightly piercing it. With her soft smile still gracing her ruby lips, she sat back down and waited for him to let go. When he didn't, she decided with yawn that it was no use.
Shifting him into a better position, she placed his head in her lap and leaned against the wall behind his bed, she slowly ran her fingers through his long tresses, and began to sing.
Playground school bell rings
Again
Rain clouds come to play
Again
Has no one told she's not breathing?
Hello
I am your mind
Giving you someone to talk to
Hello
If I smile and don't
Believe
Soon I know I'll wake
From this dream
Don't try to fix I'm not broken
Hello
I'm the lie
Living for you so you can hide
Don't cry
Suddenly know I'm not sleeping
Hello
I'm still
All that's left of yesterday
As she uttered the last words, she fell into a light sleep, her hands clasped together with her draped around his neck.