AN: Just wanted to do something different this chapter, tell me what you think of it. Enjoy.
The room was bitter cold, frost forming on the grimy windows; the loud collective noise that is New York, could not break the peace of the cramped space. Mozart's "Lacrimosa" floats through the thin walls, solemn angels that whisper secrets of the unknown.
Saya Otonashi sits in a high backed chair, with purple velvet backing and peeling gold paint on its handles. In front of her is a large vanity mirror, completed with a table, shot glass and a bottle of spirits. Her black hair is damp from sweat, shining in the low light from the lamp in the corner, slightly curled and grazing her shoulders.
A blonde wig lies discarded on the floor, golden strands thin and tangled. A roach the size of a silver coin makes a temporary home in the tresses, only to be kicked out the next night. She lifts a long lit cigarette to her cold-chapped lips, inhaling the sweet smoke. Her gaze wanders to and fro, a habit of hers that only happens when she reminiscing a faraway memory.
A cloud of smoke gently dissipates through the air as she exhales; a soft sigh from her mice-bitten four-poster bed drags Saya's eyes away from an imaginary crack in the wall. "You were amazing out there, you sounded just like-" a shot glass flies across the room and shatters right above Solomon's fair head. He sits comfortably on the edge of the bed, sharp black suit and slicked back hair.
He chuckles, a ghost of a smile on his lips as he continues, "What ever happened to that dog of yours? He-" Saya silences him with a glare, cigarette held gently between her fingers. "Why this sudden visit Solomon?" Saya snaps at the blonde-haired male, "You know I don't want you…Or that just can't get through your thick head."
Solomon shrugs, the insult apparently did not faze him. "I just thought that you needed company, being alone for two years."
"I don't need anyone or anything, not Haji or Kai nor the Red Shield, I'm fine by myself," Saya turns in her chair facing him, her eyes flashing ruby red, "And I don't want pity from you, child, thinking that I would run to you in my time of need."
Solomon eyes find the ground; his soft and wide hands grip his knees, knuckles turning white and cheeks rosy. Saya scoffed, taking humor in the man's youth, knowing he would keep on trying to win her heart, a fool's game.
"At least I wouldn't leave you, like that disgusting shit of a knight!",this sentence cut deep and his nostrils flared as he uttered this. "I could take care of you. Have you seen what you have become!
You're not the attractive woman I danced with at that school or the one who haunted my dreams after that meeting." He sprung from the bed, two long strides and he was in front of Saya.
"Now you're a forgotten Queen! I know he left you for Diva, but you got your revenge did you not?" The still fresh memories of her knight and sister weigh her down, Saya does not answer, her hard eyes trying not to tear up.
Solomon's voice softens, "But I could care for you, my love would be never ending. I could show you all the wonders of the world. Have you ever seen the sea shine like the sun? Or how fresh white snow reflects every spectrum of the rainbow?"
Heavy and warm tears fall down Saya's cheeks as Solomon pulls her into a hug, freezing quickly as they hit the vinyl floor. Solomon wraps his warm coat around his frail Queen, he whispers to her as he holds her tight against his chest, "Let us leave Saya…and start over again."
The sheets of the bed rose once and gently fell as the couple left the room.