Catastrophic:
II.
He was pulling her by strings. Strings that wouldn't sever their obnoxious bond.
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"How long do you plan on free loading here and eating everything in my fridge that has the consistency of beef jerky?"
Her voice came out irate, fingertips lazily twirling a piece of her long blonde hair in-between her index and middle finger. Cerulean eyes narrowed almost to a close as she shot a glare at the back of his head.
Hands carelessly placed in his lap, the glint of one of his red tattooed cheeks met the corner of her eyes.
Long legs clad in a pair of gray sweatpants were stretched out against the windowsill, the open window pouring in the cold early morning gale. His head was turned towards the town expanding below the horizon. Bedraggled due to the mist of rain assaulting his face.
Konoha was still raining. It had only ceased for a few days.
Yet ever since his arrival, Ino was surrounded with dismal days. Off and on.
"Heh. Who knows, babydoll." A twitch of one of her eyes. The pause of her hair twirling.
"You know, stupid idiot." She re-situated from where she perched on her bed, legs tucked beneath her. Books overflowed the comforter. Multitude of novels, articles and multicolored highlighters.
His head turned towards her. Smoldering eyes peering. That permanent curving of his lips. She ignored the uneasy twisting in the pit of her stomach.
She averted her gaze towards her pen marked paper. The black ink causing her to frown as it dawned on her it made her think of his eyes. Those depths reeling her in. Wanting her to spill all her secrets.
It's been about half a week since he had intruded into her life.
He had been more conservative lately. His shirts for some reason had all sort of tears. She didn't even know where he was getting these clothes.
He apparently only disappeared when she was either at work or asleep. He had even taken to seemingly watching her whilst she slept. For when she opened her eyes every morning, there he was sitting upon her desk, his eyes on her, beguiling.
She tried to pretend he didn't exist. But he made that quite difficult. She would go to work, return home for him to either be sitting on the window or her couch as though he owned the place.
Always with food in his mouth.
Never revealing anything.
Always shrouded with that shading of black on the outer edges of his body.
She gave up on trying to figure out who he was, or what his reasons were for burrowing his way into her life. He replied with vague implications.
Exhaling a large, unnecessary groan she threw her body back against her pillows. Her over-sized pale blue wool-knitted sweater slid off of her right shoulder. The sleeves swallowed her dainty hands.
Elongated flaxen locks were hanging down, undulated today. Her bangs stringy and swooshed sideways above her right eyebrow.
Unbeknownst to Kiba, she surmised, that she wore a pair of short black shorts beneath the sweater.
She released a garbled noise once more. Her left arm slung over her eyes. Her right hand swung off her bed.
"Are you tryin' to get me to speak with you, Ino?" The deep depths of his voice caused shivers to race down her spine. She scrunched her nose. Complete, and utter nonsense.
"Nuo." Her 'no' muffled by her sleeve.
"Sure seems like you're tryin' real hard to make conversation."
"I think the fumes of the town are starting to tamper with your brain." She had removed her arm from her face.
Her head turned in his direction.
Loose hair slid down her face, slightly obscuring her vision.
He was still gazing upon the world. Immobile as a statue. The black wisps licking him like a flame, swirling as her eyes focused on his physique once again.
Peculiar. What was he? Who was he?
Was he a demon?
A shadow?
A ghost?
Was he here to cause her ruin like he had stated?
Nothing made sense.
Was he going to kill her?
At the word kill that had filtered through her thought stream, he turned towards her as though he had been doused with something that had caused him shock.
What was with the cryptic moments when he read her mind? What allowed him to do that?
"'m not gonna kill you." He muttered.
Oh, well, that sure was reassuring. She thought darkly. Turning her head to gaze up at her bare white painted ceiling.
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She really did dislike rain.
It exhausted her. Made her want to curl up on her couch all day and watch movies.
Which was precisely what she had been doing the majority of the day. Her day off, she had been enjoying herself.
Curled up on a couch cushion, wrapped snugly in a red plush blanket. A bowl of chocolate covered strawberries resting on the coffee table beside the white peony.
The drone of some romantic comedy plastered in the background as her attention focused on the male distracting her from the fourth movie she had turned on.
He was sitting on her kitchen counter, his legs dangling off the edge.
His head was cocked to the side, those black eyes, a chocolate brown turning almost black, flecks of violet-blue. Thick, black lashes caressing his cheekbones when he blinked.
He just sat there as she watched the figures interact across the black television screen. Observing her, memorizing her almost. As though she was a specimen he had been delighted to have under his speculations.
She peeked at him from where the blanket was pulled all the way above her nose.
His lips curved upwards at meeting her gaze and her eyes darkened with intensity. He was challenging her to look away. To pretend as though he wasn't there watching her.
Her nostrils released a strong amount of air. Her cheeks flushed a light crimson before she returned her attention back towards the television.
"Tryin' to figure me out?"
"Obviously." She scoffed.
"What would be the fun in tellin' you? Better to let you find out yourself." She felt a sudden pressure and blinked her long blonde eyelashes as he positioned himself beside her on the couch.
"No point. You ooze mystery. Riddled with iniquity. I'll never figure you out." Her lips moved against the fabric of the blanket.
One of his legs were bent at the knee, one of his arms slung behind the couch, over where her head would be if she sat up more.
His other hand clenched into a fist against his thigh.
She didn't notice. Her eyes fixated on the screen portraying pictures.
"Don't know 'til you try."
"Why won't you just tell me something, Kiba? I've let you stay here. Didn't call the police for trespassing. My irritation with you is growing. Am I protecting you from something? Are you haunting me? Is this all a stupid dream?" Slight hysteria spiked inside her, tone laced with her evident stress.
His hand flashed out and pulled the blanket away from her face.
He leaned into her personal space, and she pulled back, pushing her body as far into the couch as she could.
"Have you ever wondered, Ino, what happens to your fears when you conquer 'em? What happens to the darkness inside your soul when your happiness chases away t'e shadows?" His irises were blazing, rimmed slightly with a dull gold, "That is me. I'm the paragon of everythin' dark 'bout you."
"H-How..." She breathed shakily, "Do you exist then? This doesn't make any sense. Wouldn't that mean you are just a darker version of me?"
He sighed.
Leaned away from her as his arms pressed against the back of his head.
"I exist 'cause you conjured me. I'm real and 'm not. All depends on you."
"Your ambiguity is vexatious."
"Yes."
She found her head spinning. So he was real only when she wanted him to be?
That didn't make sense.
He was a formation of everything dark that she had ever thought?
He was perplexing. She found herself with more questions then answers.
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She was half-asleep.
Her eyelashes were sticking to her cheekbones as she tried to lift them open.
She shifted, squirming on the couch.
She must've dozed off after watching a few more movies. The room was pitch black. The television had apparently been turned off.
It was too quiet.
Her head lifted from where it had been resting on one of the couch pillows only for her eyes to widen fractionally at the scene unfolding before her.
Kiba lay stretched out on the couch, his head resting on her lap, asleep. Her legs had been folded towards the right, her body facing him.
He must've slid downwards when he succumbed to slumber, falling onto her lap.
Her breath hitched.
His chest rose and fell to his steady breathing. Dark untidy hair was shrouding his eyes from her view.
Her hand hesitantly outstretched to trace the red tattoo's on both of his cheeks. The pad of her thumb rubbed his skin with a feather light touch.
Lips quaking a apart an inch, her breath emanating.
After a second dragged past, she removed her hand from his face, situating herself into a more comfortable position. She pushed her legs out to rest comfortably on the surface of the coffee table.
His head still lay in her lap, his cheek pressed against her thigh. As she threw the blanket over the both of them, she swore she saw a smile flicker across his face.
A real smile.
Not that annoying lip smirk of his.
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And his smile translated into a dream when she closed her eyes. A dream where his shadows caressed her emanating light.
Silver and gold strings intertwined with black.
...So many questions unanswered (:
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