2. First Moments
"So I'll just leave the two of you alone for now," Kino said teasingly as she smiled at her grandson and her pupil. "Come, Matamune."
The cat obediently followed his long time friend out of the room. The wooden frame of the door clacked as it slid shut.
"So…"
"Talk to me and I'll kill you." Her eyebrows seemed permanently drawn together in anger.
"Wait, wha—"
"Finish that sentence and I'll kill you." She turned on her heel quickly and began strutting away.
"Now hold on here—"
In a flash, she was standing a mere two inches away from Yoh's face. "Breathe and I'll kill you."
He whimpered and she stalked out of the room. "I thought I taught you enough of a lesson back in the market," she said through the doors. He bit his lip, uncertain whether his response will elicit another death threat from her. "Or perhaps you're simply too stupid to comprehend that." She made a little hmph-ing noise of affirmation. "That would explain a lot…" she muttered. "Such as your current inability to speak."
I was hoping Matamune was just kidding when he said she was my fiancée, he mentally sniveled. "Why did you beat me up?" he managed to croak. "You broke my headphones…" I spent all my birthday money on those too.
He heard the very meticulously controlled exhale of the girl from the other side of the door. "And you're to be the Asakura heir?" she inquired acidly, her words cutting deep into the poor boy.
"What's that supposed to mean?" he demanded, his anger rising a bit. Sure, he…let…her beat him up since…because…well…you know. You couldn't hit a girl. Or something. That and she probably would've ripped his arms off and shoved them down his throat if he showed any resistance. And he had the strength of a hopelessly intoxicated sloth that was addled by muscle deterioration. But! But he wouldn't let his dignity, his pride, his worth as a human being be trampled, spit on, and discarded by this…this…this…blond jerkface! he thought fiercely.
"It means stay out of my way and perhaps I will let you live." She said the last part of her statement so chillingly, so disturbingly, so icily, that Yoh Asakura, along with his dignity, pride, and worth as a human being, withered where he stood.
And with that, he heard the retreating footsteps echo in the otherwise quiet and abandoned house as she walked away.
A/N: so god knows why I waited so long to update this. I'll be much faster in adding new chapters. MUCH. also, for those who are/were interested in doing the challenge, the link can be found on my profile. happy days and it would be absolutely swell if you left a review! much appreciated.