Name : Midnight Conversations
Author : Rain
Disclaimer : Shaman King belongs to H. Takei.
It's late and she's slowly drifting off on her couch, back resting against the hard wall. He's somewhere in the room, she knows as much, but doesn't quite care. It's way too late for that. She's quite an easy prey tonight, he knows.
He sneaks up from her side, this unnerving smile on his lips as he nudges the side of her head. When she fails to give him the attention he wants, he grow angered, takes her wrist, twist it. That does the trick.
"Hao…"
It's a warning. Not quite the plea he'd love to hear. "Tell me, Jeanne…"
His breath is warm against her ear, and though her mind is still foggy and distracted by the growing pain in her wrist, he knows he has her complete attention and will not lose it again. Not tonight, anyway.
"What do you want, Jeanne? For me to stop? Have you considered begging yet? Like, I don't know…" His already high-pitched voice imitates her, surprisingly well. "Stop, Hao… Stop… If you loved me you'd stop..."
Her eyes finally meet his, shades of red darkening as the idea sinks in like feline teeth in her soul.
And then, it's bitter, she laughs.
At first she simply thought he was mocking her, teasing her, but it appears not to be the case, and the only rational answer that comes to mind is laugh. Because it's pretty much that or breakdown, and she will not break for him.
"To say that I would need to believe you loved me. And then to believe that you loved me like a natural, sane person would, and that you loved me enough to sacrifice your puny pleasures because I asked."
He releases her wrist, as if surprised.
"So to be clear it's no." Her tone is final.
"Why," he whispers, leaning in so that his cheek was against hers, hands cradling her shoulders, "always so willing to believe me, are you?" She doesn't answer that one. For a few seconds he seems to contemplate his next words. "I do love you, you know."
She chuckles, absently massaging her wrist. "Not very funny tonight, mister.
- Really, I do," he whines. That doesn't seem to faze her, and she disengages herself from his awkward embrace.
"Yes, like a tiger loves its preys, a child his toy. Don't try to deceive me, Hao. You know better. I know better."
Rain : Dunno why but I suddenly feel inspired for those drabblets…
Hao : … Silence of the Lambs probably helped.
Rain : Yeah, probably… You seem quite calm… Weird…
Hao :I'm just too desperate to try and bring you to something like reason, which you seem to never have possessed.