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Chapter 19
First Kisses
A low yawn erupted from Amai's red lips, raising pale hands to rub away the sleep that rested within her emerald orbs.
Sleepy…
She contemplated going back to sleep, but…
"You awake?" The rough voice broke through her thoughts. She turned sharply, letting out a low sigh of relief when she only saw Hiro.
"Jumpy, ain't ya?" He grinned.
She pouted slightly as she moved to sit up, "So what're you doing here, Hiro?"
"Well, Madame Pum-muffins has decided it's about damn time I could take out that little thing that wants to eat your insides!" He said cheerfully, gaining a weird look from Amai.
He grinned broadly in response, sniggering.
"Well! I suppose we should get started, no?" He snickered.
She flushed and pouted slightly, "Yes, I guess."
"Lay back and relax my young padawan."
"You're annoying."
"You know it."
"Ugh! Ow! What was that for?" Amai demanded as he pricked her finger.
"Sorry. Necessary." He grinned, before his face turned serious, "Lay back and relax."
She nodded slowly, fear evident in her emerald eyes, she was closing her eyes as she did so. Her vision blacked out, and she knew it was starting by the Latin that fell from his lips.
*In Amai's Mind*
The mad cackle broke through her consciousness like hot ice. It sent shivers down her spine, the mix of hot and cold causing her to whimper. The pain went through her like mad, the hairs on the back of her neck standing
"Little Angel~" The sing-song voice scared her. It was silky and soft. So soft. A man appeared before her.
The man had silky black hair. His crimson eyes gleamed with malicious intent. His pale skin was clear and unblemished. His slender and toned form was draped in black dress-slacks and a silver button up. He wore a black vest over it as well. His pale mouth curled into a feral grin, spikey teeth glinting.
This wasn't a human.
Monster.
She gulped.
"Aw, Wittle Angel is scwared!" The monster cooed at her, running a cold finger down her cheek. She flinched away.
"W-..who are you?" She whimpered out, emerald orbs wide.
"Kira, madam!" He said with an overly-flourished bow. He straightened and ran a finger down her cheek, "So… pretty. I wonder… How good you'd taste?" He licked his lips and Amai gulped.
She didn't like this man. Not at all. He was scary.
"Don't touch me!" The weak whimper escaped her lips, which she was hoping to have come out strong and hard, alas it didn't.
"Aw…" The demon cooed, a feral grin stretching his pale lips.
He leaned down, shadows curled around her legs. She whimpered quietly, eyes wide.
He was too close.
Kira leaned forward and…
*End Chapie.*
CRAP! I realize this is so unbearably short but I owed ya'll. SOO SORRY! Working on my other stories as we… type?O.o. ANYWAY! CLIFFIE!-Evil cackle.-
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~Geo and Neo