M-a-r-i-o-n-e-t-t-e
Summary: The battle ended in a tie. N told her to become his princess. She gave him the finger and told him to get lost. After going home, she came to a realization: Her every move was being controlled by N. She was his puppet, and he was her master. Who will win? N's desire? Or her heart?
A/N: Happy New Year! Don't know when I'll update again.
Part 2 - Uncertainty
"Noun:
Uncertainty
Doubt; the condition of being uncertain or without conviction."
~String 6~
I feel smothered.
The moment I'd told him to take me, he did. Brave had followed behind, as we flew to who knows where, and I was so delirious that I couldn't perceive which direction we'd been going.
N had held me the entire time, his arms warm, and strong around me as we flew on Reshiram's sleek, downy back. It was as if he thought that if he let go, then I'd disappear. In my opinion that was ridiculous, seeing that I was loopy in the head and even if I had been thinking of running from him again, I wouldn't have been able to.
When we'd landed on a balcony large enough to host Reshiram's hulking form, I was still too disoriented to take in my surroundings as N carried me…..somewhere.
Now, I am sitting in N's lap, as he moves back and forth in a rocking chair. Why is he treating me like this for? Am I two?
His hand is methodically stroking my messy hair as my face is pressed against his chest; why is his chest so firm? I must still be delirious if I'm thinking stuff like that.
But I can't say that what he's doing feels bad. I mean...it's calming me down in a way...as if...something is reaching into my mind in tendrils of relaxation and pulling away all my worries...one by one.
N shifts slightly, and I realize that his other hand is lightly moving up my arm, hardly grazing the skin in a feather-like touch. His hand moves up across my neck, to my jaw line and finally to my….lips.
His finger traces them gently.
Does he think I'm asleep? My eyes fly open and I notice we're mere inches apart, his face is covered in a mask of no expression.
I literally fall out of his embrace, and my head hits the floor painfully. "Agh!" I grunt, curling up into a ball as I hold my aching noggin.
Looking up at the King before me, I wonder why I even told him I wanted to go with him. Now that I'm here...it basically means I agreed to what he asked all that while ago when we'd tied in battle.
He won.
I grit my teeth together, my eyebrows narrowing at the thought; it makes me angry. N just looks at me placently, and steeples his hands as he inspects me, like a winner would inspect a prize.
"What?" I spit, pushing myself to my feet, getting agitated with his expression….or lack of one.
N stands, and I have to force my face up to look at him. Damn his height! Why do I have to be a freakin' 5 foot 1?! That must make N at least 6 foot...
"You asked me to bring you here…" N states, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
I blink at him, my eyes demanding the answer I want. "Your point?"
He walks slowly towards me, his figure looming over my head. "The moment you said you wanted to go with me, was the moment you agreed to my request, so now you are my princess."
I deadpan. "I never said that," I say, my neck hurting from the strain of looking up. "I was just impulsively saying that because I was...scared." I glance to the side, embarrassment flooding my face at the fact I admitted I had been afraid. I, Touko, should never ever admit that, and yet here I was, telling my...enemy?
N raises his palm up, and lightly lifts my chin with his fingertips so that I'm forced to look at him. "Think what you like," he says softly. "But you're mine now."
My mouth opens and closes repeatedly as I try to speak, but my mind is still trying to comprehend what he just said.
"I-...I….I…." I stutter, and then glare angrily. "I don't belong to anyone you jerk!" I slap his hand away with a flick of my arm, and turn to walk away so I can hopefully find a door, but N stops me. His arm snakes around my waist like a vice, and I feel my upper body swinging forward as I'm carried like a rag doll.
"Put me down!" I shout, hitting his arm with curled fists, feeling seriously pissed. "I'm not a toy!"
N tosses me and I yelp, squeezing my eyes shut, waiting for a painful impact that is at the end of being thrown, but it never comes. Instead, what I land on is a cushioned...bed.
My eyes bug out as thoughts race through my head. This man is fucking insane! I sit up, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed as N stands over me. I look up with a wary expression.
N leans forward, and I clench my fists, ready to beat him into his place, but instead he kneels down, takes one of my bare feet in his hands...and kisses the top of it lightly.
I blink, staring down at him in confusion. Unfortunately, a blush crawls up my face, and heats my cheeks in a reddish hue.
Glancing up, N just blinks at me with his green orbs, which are innocent looking and shit. I look away, feeling frustrated at my unwanted response.
He lowers my foot and stands, reaching out and holding the side of my face gently, before speaking. "Clean yourself up," he says, nodding at a door to my back. "Your belongings are over there." He points to the rocking chair where my bag is lying. "Braviary is outside."
With that, he turns around, and walks towards the largest door, which I assume leads into the hallway; grasping the handle, he pulls the door open, and looks over his shoulder. "You're allowed to go anywhere you like,...Touko."
With that, the young man leaves, and I sit dumbfounded on the beige sheets of the now wrinkled bed.
What...just happened?
-.-.-.-.-.-.-
The door N had mentioned earlier had indeed led to a bathroom; a grand one at that.
Tiles cover the floor, some look like crystal while the others appear to be solid gold. There are two glass sinks to the right as soon as I walk in, and a fish tank right below them...but there are no pokemon swimming about, so I guess I should just call it a water tank with plants in it.
Directly across from me is a widening of the room that curves into an oval shape. At the center of the shape, is a gigantic white tub, which I would consider to be a jacuzzi. A crescent of glass-enclosed showers surrounds the tub, and I look to the left to see a clear cabinet with golden panels where I assume the bath towels to be.
I feel extremely dirty, with my hair frizzed and grime underneath my fingernails from spending the night in the woods, and a rush of guilt runs through me as I leave a trail of dirt on the pristine tiles.
I glance at the wide mirror that expands across the wall over the dual sinks and jump slightly, a yelp coming out of my dry, cracked lips. My hair looks terrible!
My skin has dark circles that sag slightly, my eyes are angry and wild, while my hair looks like a pokemon had a fight in it.
Shedding my clothes quickly, I turn the knob to initiate filling the tub with steaming water, and jump in the minute it's full enough.
Oh Arceus it feels good.
~Misty/Mrs. Ketchum