SOOO I was editing this and it randomly refreshed and i was super pissed but OH WELL I GUESS
tried to remember this was a romance story so LOL
this chapters rather long so sorry
The moment his lips made contact with the top of Kluke's head she came crashing hard into reality. The awakening of a panicking feeling from the rush of embarrassment. She pushed herself away from Andropov with all her strength. Her face was as red as an apple as she blushed madly. She tried to step back but there was nowhere for her to go. The edge of the bed made contact with the back of her calves tripping her backwards. She fell very ungracefully back on the bed, letting out a yip sound as her arms spun. The silken sheets thin and light, shot up all around her. Light blue and reflecting orange and yellow from the dim candle light, they gracefully danced down around her. She fell on her back but rested her weight on the backs of her forearms. trying to sit herself back up.
"Why did you do that?" Kluke muttered at him, her eyes wide as her lips trembled, cleary feeling overwhelmed at his sudden kiss.
Andropov looked down at her for a moment bewildered, before letting out a snicker. He turned away just a bit and covered his mouth with his hand as he choked back a laugh at her ungraceful fall.
"Why?" He chuckled. "Why did I do what?" Hand still over his mouth clearly not trying to laugh, he kept looking down at her very amused.
She pressed her body back up but not enough to sit up straight. She was upset at him to say the least.
"You!" she gritted out of her teeth, her face still red as her heart thudded into her ribs.
"Y-you, jerk." She said almost a whisper. Unable to look at him anymore, she wanted to cover her face, this was too much.
Andropov lifted one knee on the bed, it creaked with his weight, Kluke's face shot forward so fast her neck might break. He crawled up on the bed in front of her, her thin leg between his. he loomed on top of her making her squirm a bit beneath him.
He had that shit eating grin she hated, it made her mad. It's that I think "you're a joke" and "I just wanna toy with you" smug look.
"W-what! Are you doing!" she exclaimed. Andropov leaned over her, with that self satisfying grin as always. She looked up at him, and then down. His robe gaped open above her. Olive eyes could not help but trail down his sculpted chest to to his hard abs. Her face got hot, so hot she thought she might faint. Like from a fever of sorts, like when you where a child and played out in the rain too long. Hot a burning heat. She had never been in such a situation in her whole life, this man this dangerous man, above her, with so much of his body showing.
"Stop checking me out, have some shame." Andropov laughed down at her. She had this look on her face, a moment ago she cried like a baby. Now she was very obviously flustered. Cute, too cute. He grinned down at her as he chuckled.
"Ah." he said as two small cold hands whacked him in the face. Kluke withered out from beneath him, and fell down the other side with a loud thump.
"Hey come back!" he whined, still in his looming position.
Kluke was shuffling backwards on her bottom, till her back met the wall at the end of the room. She covered her face and let out a huff.
This man, just what the hell is he doing? Why did he just do something like that? How dare he say she had no shame, just look at the way he dresses? Put a damn shirt on! What kind of pervert is he? He acts like some high and mighty war leader but he's just a leach! Kluke screamed all sorts of mean things about him in her mind. She noticed he was being quiet so, her fingers split to look ahead at the bed. Andropov was now laying down, she hadn't heard him move and that unsettled her a bit. The sides of the bed canopy cut off his top half but she could see his legs poke out from his dark blue robe.
Her hands drop as she felt the danger was over. She braced her hand on the cold metal wall behind her as she got up, she felt the faint sting in her arm from where the bullet had grazed her before, wincing a bit she rubbed her wound. Now standing tall, she looked over at him. He rolled to his side making the mattresses creaking a bit, he'd be facing her, the curtain wasn't in the way. She noticed he'd fixed his robe. Good he should have some decency around a lady. Her face felt hot again as she thought of his strong hairless torso, the curve of his collar bones, and his firm looking abs. She smacked her hands on her cheeks and tried to shake the dirty thoughts away. She had to stay grounded, just because a man is very fit does not mean she can lose her composure.
She heard a slight tap noise behind her, it brought her attention as she turned to see out the window. She been here and never looked out it before. The frame was air locked, it had a dip backwards, like in a sunroom but it would be too awkward to try and sit on the ledge. The glass had no plains holding it together, it was rather large, atleast at her height. She looked out and it was truly a breathtaking sight. They were above all the clouds in the world, she could hardly believe it. The moonlight illuminated the grey and blue of the sky below her. Gentle rolling hill of pillow like clouds for as far as she could see, and above that a galaxy. A sea of blacks and purples and blues, millions of brilliants stars twinkling above. Like some sort of ethereal fairy glitter, she breathed out the tight breath in her longs that she'd been holding in, it came out as it fogged up the glass before her. She had never had a window in her cell. Even while she cleaned, the loading dock had windows but, they were above the rafters and she never had been able to look out them. To think this whole time such a thing could be between her and the thick glass under her fingers.
"Beautiful" she whispered. Something out of a dream, she had a hard time believing it. She stood there for a good moment, taking in the breathtaking reality. But then suddenly candle light was snuffed out, making her twirl around quickly, the room fell black. She turned as the silver moonlight did its best to light the area. Her shadow cast long down the room blocking out much of the light. Andropov was still laying down. How did the candle go out? She didn't hear him get up but she heard it be snuffed out, how could it have happened? A shiver ran down her spine as she stared off for a moment.
Kluke cautiously wandered her way to the bedside. Part of her felt peaceful after seeing such a beautiful sight, it slightly reminded her of back home. She moved the curtain of the canopy gently to the side with small hands. Andropov's eyes were still open as he rolled on his back. He was looking up at something, then turned a bit over at her. It was almost too dark to see him. His robe was done up tight for once, the cords of his strong neck popped as he adjusted his head on the pillow.
His hand patted on the empty space on the bed beside him.
"lay, I won't do anything." he said to her.
She almost scoffed at him. Yeah right, she thought. But despite this she slowly crawled on the bed too, sitting beside him she pressed her back on the head board. She could feel it cold against her spine, it was uncomfortable. Kluke had become so thin that it hurt to sit for too long, or press her back hard on anything, she could feel each bolt of her spine press into the dark wood.
She sat with her knees overlapped one hand rested on her lap, the other on the bed beside her. Andropov wanted her to lay down but this was close enough. He let out a sigh as he felt contempt to have her join him. His thoughts drifted back to only a while ago, when Kluke slumbered on his chest peacefully, like a kitten.
While Kluke had her back turned at the window, he had checked under the mattress and pillows to see if she had hidden a blade or something. He thought maybe when she was cleaning those tools back in the ward she may have snuck one. He could tell her weakness was that kindness she had, but apparently it had become her greatest strength. When she had awoken earlier he tested her strength, she was so light it was like he was lifting only a couple of grapes. With her arms pinned above her head, he noticed she had very little muscle definition. How the hell did this girl overpower 2 guards the way she did? Will power? Was it the desire to protect those brats? A humbling notion but, he was relieved that he didn't discover anything hidden, but he thought it might be fun to wrestle with her if she tried something sneaky.
Kluke sat there and fidgeted slightly. To share a bed with a man, her parents must be turning in their graves. She fiddled with a loose strand of hair. Kluke had almost always had her hair kept up. A habit from working as a doctor. But when she came here, the only hair tie she had snapped. She missed putting it up in the morning in front of her vanity in her room. The more she thought the more she could only miss home.
"What are you sighing about." Andropov asked suddenly.
Had she sighed? She didn't notice. She swallowed for a second as she realized how deep in thought she had sunken.
"Can I lay my head on your lap?" He asked nonchalantly.
What!? Her mouth hung for a moment as she processed what he just said.
"NO!" she yelled down at him in a shrill tone.
"Ouch! My ears, you don't have to yell." He huffed, slightly amused that she took such a tone with him. He was rather used to people being too afraid to defy him, it was fun that she had no idea what he was capable of. Would she tremble if she knew? Or would it make her fight him harder? He was almost eager to find out.
Kluke's face red once more, she hated that. She hated how pompous he would act, that he had no shame and did whatever he seemed to want.
"What makes you think I'd say yes to such a thing?" she exclaimed truly curious to this man's delusional thoughts..
"I didn't think you would, but I still figured i'd ask." he almost giggled.
"How childish!" she turned her head from him, feeling many different kinds of heated emotions now.
"Hey, Kluke." he started, she turned slightly to look down at him her eyes cut with scorn. "I'll have to be at base all day tomorrow. But I can pick you up anything you think you need."
Things i need? I haven't thought of what I needed for a while.
"I don't really know." she admitted, it was true she had never really wanted for anything growing up. She wasn't wealthy, despite both her parents being doctors, they lived a modest life. Even after her parents tragic departure, the village had always come together to be there for her. She worked hard and they always helped her with any kind of need, she never really thought about what else she could want. Thinking of home she suddenly felt rather cold.
Andropov cocked an eyebrow and adjusted the pillow behind his head. Kluke leaned forward and picked up the quilt. She felt cold, like she always seemed too nowadays. Feeling the wool of the quilt, It seemed hand made. Expertly woven, it looked to be a white or light yellow, but she was unable to really tell in the dark. She ran her hand on the soft wool, feeling the ins and outs of the tucked knits. It almost felt abrasive on the small cuts on her hands. It was almost odd he owned such a thing, everything in his room seemed to be regal and imported, this hand mane large quilt just didn't fit in with the mood he was trying to set.
She swung it on top of them, covering most of his body, but his toes stuck out. She pulled it over her exposed legs and lap. Andropov didn't say anything at the kind gesture, a small bit of flush crept on his cheeks, he was thankful she couldn't see it in the dark.
"If you don't tell me i'll just get you more bras" he said in a rather too serious tone for her liking.
"Pervert." she said flicking his nose. She felt she may have exploded when she saw the garments he had prepared for her. She never wore such things, she had only ever had on very modest undergarments. Never lace, it had no function, it poked her under sides and it felt uncomfortable to sit with those on.
"Owch." he rubbed his nose a bit. He wasn't mad, he likes her playfulness.
"Give me 10 things you need, we have all night." he smiled, putting an arm under his head.
10 things I need? I could say the obvious. 1 I need to go home, 2 I need to see Marie and Romu again. 3 I...
Andropov rolled on his side, being slightly closer to her. She took notice and stretched her legs out away from him.
"Cold hearted women." he muttered.
"Why you!" she gritted through her teeth and went to flick him again. But he took the opportunity to grab her. Pulling her arm she let out a yip, with his body he turned her into his chest. He took notice how cold the skin on her arms where, she pushed against definantly against his chest as she blushed.
"You! Said you wouldn't do anything." she muttered into him, her legs in a fit.
"I won't." he spoke, his head atop of hers. Under that handmade quilt she was warm, but she was way to innocent for such actions. She squirmed a bit but he was so much stronger than her it was frustrating.
"tell me 10 things and I'll let you go." he told her, his chin tapping the top of her head as he spoke each syllable.
Huh? Is that really what he wants? Who cares what she wants, she thought.
"And don't say to go home or something, tell me what you need." he spoke again, that jerk saying cruel things to her again.
Andropov took notice at how she stopped fussing. She's a strange girl isn't she? 10 things i'd want? Such a odd concept to think about. She tried to turn but her hair was stuck under his arm, it pulled and hurt a bit.
"A hair tie." she breathed.
"Hair ties." he said in confirmation. She shifted a bit and played with his robe in her hands feeling a little flushed asking for anything from him. Andropov smiled though, not that smug one, but a tender one. She's so feisty, he knew that if she wasn't so frail she would have been much harder to hold on to. He liked holding her in his arms on the bed. He'd shared a bed with a few women before. But not like this, and not for something like this. He had no intentions to undress her surprisingly. He liked that she put the quilt over them, and he liked that she dropped her guard a bit. She was fun to cuddle.
"A hair brush..."
"Yep, go on." he said.
"Um... I'm not sure." she giggled just a little bit, feeling embarrassed.
"if you ever want out you better think of more." he spoke gently.
Warm she smiled, she felt lost in his tender arms part of her could stay in that safety forever.
"Something to sleep in." she whispered into his chest.
"Like what? I have shirts you can have for now? Or do you have something in mind." he asked not sure if the base would have girly clothing.
"Nothing sexy, practical. Pyjamas of sorts." she said into him.
"Mmh okay I'll look around." Andropov rather liked the idea of giving her something cute to sleep in, he didn't know if he should find something soft for her, or sexy.
It's hard to ask for what you want, let alone try and come up with things on the spot. She took notice he was being kind again. But why is that, is he lonely? It was hard to tell.
"Socks and shoes...please"
"yeah I'll get those, keep going half way there."
Kluke pressed out and looked up to him, her eyes had adjusted to the dark and he was easier to see. He looked down at her, he was smiling a bit. Does this makes you happy? What a weirdo. He was so close to her, her chest felt rather tight, part of her wanted to run, the other needed this warmth more than anything, and he seemed more than happy to give it to her.
"Go on." he breathed looking deep into the windows of her soul. Kluke felt shy again and looked away at his chest. It was nice to feel warm like this, she closed her eyes. He smelled nice. It made her think of home, the rolling fields hidden between the tall frosted mountain peaks. She wished she could see it again. The bells of the church as they rung, the sounds of laughing children. Their sweet faces. So happy as they played, the wind whipping up, the sound of thunder ripping thought the sky, the black of the large ship above. Something cold grabbed her hand whipping her head down. The caved in darkness of Marie's face, the light of her eyes snuffed out, only black craters left. Vines seemed to grip Klukes leg, planting here unable to move, heaving a heavy breath Marie gripped into her arms. Her flesh squeezed to the sides like pudding from the strangling grip. Her bones cracked and Klukes eyes pooled with hot tears.
"Why didn't you protect us?" the child screeched, her mouth gaping and bleeding as black insects crawled out from behind her teeth.
Kluke screamed as she launched forward, shaking and breathless her hands extended. The quilt on top of her seemed to fall back down after she had flug it up.
"Huh?" she panted heavily. it was day, had she fallen asleep? Andropov slammed out of the bathroom with just his underwear on.
"What!?" he yelled, his face full of concern. Kluke turned to look at him. She was crying and sweaty, her whole body shook violently as she stared at him. He rushed towards her and crawled on the bed.
"What's wrong?" he asked sounding rather frightened himself. Kluke looked down at her trembling hands, and thought of Marie's dead looking face. The hollow voids that used to be her eyes, the bright red oozing out of her mouth. She exhaled shakenly. Her head snapped to the side as Andropov touched her hand. She panted as her heart slammed into her chest. His sea blue eyes full of concern, staring into them she slowly came down. She turned away to look at her lap and let out a deep ragged breath.
"I, I had a bad dream. Sorry I didn't mean to make such a ruckus." She whispered as she turned back to look at him. He softened a bit. She tried to smile for him but it was hard, she was still slightly crying.
Andropov put his hand on her head and gave it a rub. Kluke took notice of his state of undress. And went red. He was practically naked, she rolled her eyes over his thick strong arms, his shoulders where defined as they crept into his sharp collar. His puffed hairless torso that lead down to his sculpted sharp abs. her eyes stopped on his skin tight boxer briefs. Her faced poofed with red as she covered her eyes.
"P-Pervert!" she screamed as she hit his face with a pillow.
"What's your fucking problem!" he yelled as he tossed the pillow to the side.
"Put some clothes on!" she yelled hiding her face.
"Well I was in the middle of it when I heard you scream damn it!" he yelled back at her. Andropov stood up and stormed off to the bathroom.
After their ruined moment he slammed the door to his bathroom. Kluke threw another pillow at him while he closed the door.
"Ungrateful brat." he gritted though his teeth as he picked up his pants. He hadn't heard a scream like that in a long time, it was true terror. He thought of when those men had her against the wall, gun in her mouth and hand on their cocks. He felt pissed, mad she rejected him because he wasn't wearing a shirt? His chest always hangs out in his robe and now she freaks out?
Kluke looked around the room after she calmed down. She had gotten up and made her way over to his desk, sunlight beamed in from the window. A gleam of light brought her eyes to his desk. The light reflected on his small table clock, picking it up it was rather heavy. Like it had a wight put into it, it was wooden and looked expensive and foreign. It was 6:15 am. She must have fallen asleep. Flush fell over her as she remember the last thing she was doing was laying in his arms! Feeling very embarrassed she slammed the clock back down.
That jerk! Kluke patterned her hands on her cheeks, they were warm. That pervert is so ripped, yet he has no shame! He acts so familiar with her, like he forgets he's keeping her captive. A sad wave ran over her. Like she was walking on the beach, and the waves crashed to meet her. That kindness he shows her, that concern look in his eyes. Was it all a fisaude? She felt like crying again, was she only trusting him because if felt like she had no choice?
The door clicked as he opened it and walked out. He was fashioned all black, kind of like what the guards wore. Black cargo pants with multiple large pockets, and seemed running down the top. Up top a long sleeved tight black shirt, tjen combat boots, and tight wrist hight leathery black gloves. He walked over but didn't look me in the eyes, he seems upset as his eyebrows were tight and his jaw clenched.
Kluke felt bad at how she reacted back then, thinking back he seemed very flustered over her. She jolted as he slammed a dresser cabinet open. She turned to look behind her, inside he all sorts of blues and purple garments hanging inside. That really seems to be his theme isn't it? He pulled out a washed out purple toned peacoat style jacket.
He turned to give me a cut eye, that made me feel uncomfortable. With his hands he tapped the doors shut, they made a clack as the magnet of sorts held them closed. He was kind of just standing there, looking down and frowning. Kluke swallowed and took a step towards him, timid and cautious. He was still her enemy, and he seemed pissed off at her.
She walked up beside him, looking up at him. His head was tilted down and his bangs of blue danced down his face. His jaw looked strong, his neck thick cut off by the neck high tight black shirt collar.
He pressed his lips tight as his eyebrows furrowed. Kluke jumped as he whipped his head to face her.
"What?!" he yelled. Kluke took a small step back and did her best not to look away. She bit her bottom lip just a bit.
"Sorry." She whispered.
"Hauh?" he spat.
"I'm sorry I threw that pillow at you.." she said a little louder as her chest squeezed, scared and feeling guilty.
Andropov went from feeling pissy to actualy slightly happy at her words. His lips moved awkwardly as he tried to keep them tight while they were trying to smile.
"Hmmm." he hummed a bit. He was only upset because he had felt so worried, just for her to get mad at him, he felt dejected.
"Kay." He tried to say cooley. But felt bad the moment Kluke gave a sad pout. He sighed loudly and made his way to her. He marched with to much purpose making Kluke visibly tense up. He halted for a second at this. He scratched the top of his head for a second as he thought.
"Okay," He huffed, Kluke looked up at him. He was only standing few inches away from her. She shuffled nervously, his strong eyes made her squirm. She could only start to worry more. She could remember how rough he was with her before, one arm strong enough to pin both her hands above her head, lifting her off the ground.
"Its, alright." He spoke. "I'm not mad anymore.." he trailed off looking to the side for a second before back to her. He felt relieved as her shoulders that were so high and tight, dropped as her face softened. Good that's good. He thought. A small moment passed, it was kind of awkward. Kluke seemed uncomfortable, he huffed a bit and decided to grab a seat at his desk.
He moved his coat and threw it on the back of the chair and sat down, Kluke had turned round and was still standing there, the same shy way she did last night within arms reach but too far to touch.
"Grab a seat." he rose his hand and in a wag. "Breakfast will be here soon." Kluke joined him at the chair he'd placed across from him the day before. He had ordered breakfast? Kluke wondered if she had become a heavy sleeper.
Timidly at first she sat down, her hands under her bottom so her skirt wouldn't bunch. She rested her hands on the cold stained wood on the desk. Andropov rested his elbow on the desk supporting his chin.
She felt like she should say something but she had no idea what it could be.
"Um." - "So uh." they both said at the same time. Before they fell silent again.
Andropov faked a cough, before sitting upright.
"So I snuck out while you slept. Something you did for like 15 hours by the way." He jabbed a bit at her, making Kluke frown at his uncalled for comment.
"A maid will come in at noon and again at 5 pm, to bring food and what not. I truly don't know when i'll be back. I may be gone till tomorrow." he explained, making kluke blink a few times before making an upset face.
Is she sad i'll be gone? Andropov would like to think.
"Where are we?" she asked him.
"We will be docking in about an hour, At Castelo de Blanco. It's a military stronghold. I have a meeting with General Logi, and the other members of my squad." He told her.
"Is that guy, Lumiere going to be there?" Kluke squirmed a bit at the thought of him.
When she was first captured he lifted her by her hair, and threw her to the floor, he sent grown adults to pin the small children down, they screamed as they were tackled down. Lumiere put his boot on klukes head as she struggled. The weight of his body, the pressure she felt in his skull as he pinned her. Kluke hated him the most.
Andropov took notice at her demeanor change. She seemed darker, her anger palpable.
"Yes." he spoke in a sharp tone.
Kluke snarled as she thought of him. She would have liked to avenge her children.
"Don't try and sneak out and kill him, you won't get far." Andropov warned her, his tone deep as he spoke from his chest.
Her face still in coils as she thought of the idea. She popped a joint on her finger while she bit down her bottom lip.
A knock on the door drew their attention as Andropov got up. He unlocked the large metal door and swung it open behind her. Kluke heard the clatter of plates as he brought in a tray, and for the first time Kluke saw someone else walk in. A girl, Kluke couldn't remember noticing another girl, even if she did everyone wore a mask and armor. She was wearing, a sort of maid like outfit. She was wearing a long black dress, it was very plain, no ruffles or embroideries. She also had on a white clean apron, it ran up around her neck and was tied at the back, accentuating her curves and larger than average bust. She had on this metallic smooth oval shaped collar of her neck, with a line running around it, with a small blue blinking light. Was it some sort of tracking device? The girl was young, around her age, with peach skin and violet eyes. Her hair was a charcoal black, pulled up into to pig tails atop her head. The girl was rather pretty, she had this youthful glow, and round cheeks. Kluke could tell she was rather nervous as she followed Andropov.
She wordlessly put the tray of food in front of me, she bowed her head and did not speak, nor make eye contact. It was slightly unsettling. The girl was clearly trying to act calm, she had the smallest bit of sweat on her forehead. I head the sound of the tin like tray chatter just a hair as she placed it. This girl was afraid.
She bowed towards me and stood up, still she did not look me in the eye.
"This maid will be coming here 3 times today, again at 12, 5, and lastly 9pm" Andropov spoke, his tone strict and intimidating. I watched the young maid girl grip her apron a bit and swallow.
"What's your name?" I asked her, I leaned a bit on my chair, so my eyes would be below hers.
They widen as she became a bit fluster, her lips popped a bit as her eyes darted back and forth.
"B-b-bouquet, ma'am." She blinked. Ma'am?
She was rather cute in her shyness. Her cheeks had a bit of pink flush on them, I smiled at her bashfulness. She looked surprised at me when I smiled. Were you too taken from your home?
"That'll be all." Andropov spoke out making Bouquet jump a bit.
She bowed maybe a bit too low and shot up, her rather large bust jiggling a bit.
"Please excuse me." She spoke, she had a very feminine song like voice, Kluke was eager for her to return, it would be nice to talk to another girl again.
Andropov grabbed a seat and without prompting began to eat.
It was a simple breakfast but the aroma wafted up to Kluke making her salvate instantly.
She had been given tea, a omelete, rolled over clearly well made as it appeared fluffy and bright yellow. On a small white plate with gold lips some sliced fruit. Kluke kinda just stared down at it for a moment.
"Eat." Andropov said before taking a bite of a slice of fruit.
Hesitantly Kluke picked up a fork, she pressed into the tender corner of the omelette. The fork cut through it with ease, she could see the fluffy airy interior, there seemed to be cheese inside of it as it oozed out from the cut. I brought it to my lips, it smelled eggy and buttery. Kluke blew a small breath on the steam before eating it.
Andropov watched her eyes lit up and twinkled, she had a bit of flush on her face while she chewed. She had this tiny little smile on her face. Andropov felt thoroughly pleased all of a sudden. Are you enjoying that? Good you can eat like that everyday here with me.
He caught himself on his own thought. He even took notice how eager he was to have her here. He felt this strange draw to her, like he knew her somehow. But he couldn't remember how or from where.
"Um." she spoke, snapping Andropov back. He had been staring at her for a long moment.
"Sorry i was just thinking." He snorted, feeling slightly embarrassed about his actions.
"I see you're eating a lot more today." He chuckled, the day before Kluke barely ate half of her meal.
But kluke had already eaten almost all of her omelette and most of her fruit. Andropov let out a chuckle as Klukes face went red, and made this flustered face. Her shoulders went tight as she looked down to her lap, her bangs cascaded over her red little face.
"Hmp." she huffed.
Andropov laughed again at her, taking in the peace of eating with someone. When he was a child he had been forced to join the Grand Kingdom. He ate with others but there was no laughs, no chatter. It was cold and quiet. And with that Klukes presence was like summer, it was pleasing.
"Did you come up with 5 other things you needed?" Andropov asked Kluke.
"Uhm." Kluke blinked, caught off guard by his sudden question. "There isn't much i'd really want to be honest." She told him.
"Hmp" he pouted a bit before taking a sip of tea. He thought Kluke would give him dozens of things, she's been a cleaning lady for the past month, I'm sure there are many things she missed having. Andropov couldn't help but feel puzzled by this, he wanted to try and pressure her for other things.
"To be honest." Kluke began catching Andropov's attention. "You ask me for things i want, but anything I could truly desire is far gone from my reach. I don't think, even if I were to be back home, I'd want for much else." She admitted, she was looking off to the side, not at anything in particular. Her eyes seemed to be far away. Like she was far away, far from here.
Andropov had a hard time saying anything to her thoughts. He wanted to berate her for not telling him what she needed. It may be awhile before they base, and it would be nice to not find out what she needs down the road. It was frustrating, he was trying to be nice, but she didn't need anything from him. Usually he liked that in a women, but this time it was annoying.
"Hair ties, hair brush, socks plus shoes. And what else? Pyjamas?" He asked her, almost acting like he couldn't remember.
"Y-yes, if you can I'd appreciate it." She said feeling a tense pulse in her chest.
Andropov finished his meal, kluke didn't really speak much else, she seemed to be lost in thought.
Maybe i'll just grab her random shit I find. I'm not sure what a girl likes anyways. Maybe I'll ask Cynthia.
Cynthia was one the only female members in the independent flying squad, a hot tempered girl riddled with self indulgence. Known to be quite cruel with prisoners of war. Andropov and her had worked a few missions together. He didn't particularly enjoy her company, but she was technically a women. Then again, maybe it might not be best to tell a woman who is extremely involved with herself about another women in his care.
Time had passed and they had finished eating, Andropov was feeling rather chipper that Kluke finished her meal, he had requested she be given not to much, but something filling. The chef of his carrier had been rather curious at the women he had with him. He explained it wasn't such a deep idea. To other Andropov told them he was going to make Kluke work as a doctor till she died, as punishment for the sins she had created.
The chef didn't quite buy such a front, you see because he had heard that Andropov had killed 2 guard for attacking this girl. And even some whipseres that she was quiet the beauty. Not to mention if she was being punished why was she staying in his personal suite. Even while Lumerier was incharge for 3 months he didn't even get to stay in there. The chef could only chuckle to himself when Andropov asked for a rather odd food request.
"Something healthy and not too heavy. Fruit or something. Please." It was the please that shocked him Andropov usually just barks orders, commands respect, and forces attention. But he seemed calm, and not to mention again, the fact that he said please.
"I'll be gone all day, but i'll need her to have lunch and dinner." Andropov said leaning on the side of the kitchen wall. The chef noticed he seemed to be rather deep in thought. Again for someone being punished why would she need a nice personal meal?
"Tell me about this girl then, what does she like?" Asked the chef, trying not to grin. Eager to find out more.
"I have no idea. What she likes or any girl for that matter." The chef had known this young man for almost 10 years. He only became the chef after Andropov requested it himself. He had been on the front lines fighting in the Grand Kingdom army. Andropov had always been a scrawny brat, with a sharp tongue. But now he had grown into a sharp young man. Strong and proud. Which is why the chef was so amused. All this for a girl? It was rather funny the notions of young love.
"She can't eat very much." he said, with this odd worried look. "She gets full off of nothing so it's hard to say what to make for her." The chefs lips parted as his eyes softened.
"I understand sir, please leave it to me." He said with an arm in salute on her chest with a slight bow. He felt rather eager to cook for a young women, nonetheless someone making this man so flustered.
Time had passed and around 7 am the craft landed in the base. The whole body trembled and shook. The sound of it landing in the large swampy coloured lake sent screeches and booms through the large vessel. The room rattled as a bit of dust fell from the ceiling. Books on the shelf threatened to fall as Kluke closed her eyes and clutched the rattling chair.
When Kluke was taken, they were brought up to the carrier in a smaller craft. Small being not the right word, but in comparison, the 200 person battleship loaded into a the shipping part of the giant carrier, 3 other battleships fit in the massive haul. While kluke was being led out in chains, she could barely take in her surroundings, she didn't even know she was in an aircraft till 3 days later. With the size of the dock alone she thought she was underground on some base or something.
The ship was so large it could not rest in the ground, the weight would force it to sink, the base had large man made lakes to hold the carriers. That led off to a loading path, inside the castle area.
The area was located in a far off plaines, surrounded by old dry black sleet rocks, the large lakes acted like a pentagram around the castle. Smoke always bellowed from the base as they made iron works from deep in the mines below.
Once they had based andropov gave kluke a large shirt he had and a belt that was too short for him. Since Kluke had already been in her outfit for a day he wanted the maid to wash it when she returned at noon.
Kluke felt uneasy to be alone. Although Andropov was uneasy company at times, she feared the idea of being alone in an enemy military base. Kluke took a brisk shower alone, Andropov said he would trust her not to do anything to herself while alone, He said he would be back in about 45 minute. She found it creepy how he had such a weird collection of bras and underwear. She felt uneasy at the idea of where he could have obtained them. From other girls perhaps? A lover? She flushed at the idea of it all. When Kluke had finished her steamy cleaning session she looked at herself in the hung mirror, she rubbed away the wet condensation so she could see herself better. A fluid streek of herself came to. A girl knew to her, not who she once was, her heart could only sting. This girl was different from the one before. A once humble doctor of a small town, not a wrack of bones and bruises. She used to save lives, now she took them.
A flash of her nightmare came to her eyes as hot tears began to poor.
Maries sucken black nebulas, starless nights for eyes. Black like the darkest thoughts. Her eyes held the feelings in Klukes heart.
Andropov had flung his coat over his broad shoulders and loosely slung his scarf around his strong neck. Kluke came out of the bathroom changed. He flushed a bit at the oversized long sleeved dark blue shirt, it looked like a dress on her, the belt he had given her was around her waist to the very last knot. Cute...
He paused at her face, her long auburn hair damp her wet locks flung to one side covered most of her eye, she had this lost look in her eyes again. Andropov worried if he left she might attempt something a little dark for his liking.
"I'll be back in a bit, I just have to go over somethings with the captain." Andropov told her. "Wait for me."
Kluke took a few steps towards in his direction. It seemed like she wanted to say something.
"What is it?" He could not help but ask.
"Thanks for the clothes." She spoke her tone quiet it was almost hard to hear here.
"Y-yeah." he said before bidding farewell and leaving.
Kluke heard the door lock from the outside. For now she was alone.
I had to edit this twice so i hope someone likes it.
i know this chapter is long but i need to here to further the plot, i want it done in 10 chapters or so
fic theme Zombie - bad wolves