All Unwritten Prompt #21: pages scattered about the floor
"So, you've remembered everything, have you?" There was no other way to explain the sight before me. Anna Kyouyama was not a woman who would appreciate people beating around the bush. This was probably why I loved her so much. I despised small talk as well. I step into the room, mindful to avoid the pages scattered about the floor. I'll have to clean the mess up later, but it was worth this confrontation.
There will be a confrontation. I can taste it on my tongue. That was another thing I loved about Anna. She was strong willed and definitely not afraid to give me hell. She keeps life exciting. Fighting her was always so thrilling even though I usually let her win.
"Why?" Well, I wasn't expecting that. The blond woman sat, defeated and broken, in the middle of our rooms, amidst a blanket of white and black.
"I should be the one asking you that, Anna," I say patiently, purposely ignoring her request. "Why did you rip up your diary? I thought you liked it."
I can feel the prick of irritation along my skin and I barely contained my gleeful shiver. I love it when she played so willingly into my hands. Love. I love so many things about this lovely woman. But do I love her? Truly love her? "You know what I'm asking, you bastard! Why did you do it?" she threw the half emptied book at me. I dodged it smoothly and merely smiled. I probably did love her, otherwise I wouldn't tolerate such acts of disrespect to her Shaman King and to her husband.
Instead of answering, I reappeared in front of her. None too gently, I pulled her up from her place on the floor. "It's rather cold on the floor, Anna. It's best if you rest in bed." I press a kiss to her temple, she shivers in my arms. "You wouldn't want to hurt the baby, would you?"
The effect is immediate. She becomes limp in my arms. "Every time," I whisper into her ear, "You fall for this little lie." I kiss her again, this time on her lips. "Be good and stay asleep." I smooth her golden locks back from her face and get up. I have things to do. Faust has run off, that annoying little pest, so I won't be able to suppress Anna's memories that way. I'll have to find another way. She can't leave me.
I leave her in our rooms, with crisp white pages scattered about the floor.
There will be a confrontation. I can taste it on my tongue. That was another thing I loved about Anna. She was strong willed and definitely not afraid to give me hell. She keeps life exciting. Fighting her was always so thrilling even though I usually let her win.
"Why?" Well, I wasn't expecting that. The blond woman sat, defeated and broken, in the middle of our rooms, amidst a blanket of white and black.
"I should be the one asking you that, Anna," I say patiently, purposely ignoring her request. "Why did you rip up your diary? I thought you liked it."
I can feel the prick of irritation along my skin and I barely contained my gleeful shiver. I love it when she played so willingly into my hands. Love. I love so many things about this lovely woman. But do I love her? Truly love her? "You know what I'm asking, you bastard! Why did you do it?" she threw the half emptied book at me. I dodged it smoothly and merely smiled. I probably did love her, otherwise I wouldn't tolerate such acts of disrespect to her Shaman King and to her husband.
Instead of answering, I reappeared in front of her. None too gently, I pulled her up from her place on the floor. "It's rather cold on the floor, Anna. It's best if you rest in bed." I press a kiss to her temple, she shivers in my arms. "You wouldn't want to hurt the baby, would you?"
The effect is immediate. She becomes limp in my arms. "Every time," I whisper into her ear, "You fall for this little lie." I kiss her again, this time on her lips. "Be good and stay asleep." I smooth her golden locks back from her face and get up. I have things to do. Faust has run off, that annoying little pest, so I won't be able to suppress Anna's memories that way. I'll have to find another way. She can't leave me.
I leave her in our rooms, with crisp white pages scattered about the floor.