Metallic Taste of Patience
By SMYGO4EVA
"You're more trouble than you're worth, Michiko," Atsuko snapped as she paced across the room. "I could've left you behind, like trash, but instead I took pity on you, and you just couldn't leave well enough alone."
Michiko smirked, leaning against the wall, arms crossed. "No you wouldn't. You're too soft to do that. You'd be wracked with guilt the instant you turned you back."
Atsuko turned on her heels, her fists clenched, and then she took a deep breath. Her brows furrowed in frustration. No, she wasn't going to lose her temper over Michiko.
"You think you know everyone, don't you? You think you know me?" Atsuko replied quietly, sitting down on the chair across from Michiko. She couldn't believe that Michiko had changed.
And yet, Atsuko saw a new stillness in her within the confident, annoying swagger Michiko carried. She couldn't deny that there was a change.
Michiko smiled, her eyes lowered, catlike and smooth. "Don't worry, I know you too well to just rub in your face."
A pause, and then Atsuko couldn't help but chuckle, with Michiko soon joining her.
