What You Don't Know, Can't Hurt [Closed]
Characters: Shion Mion Sonozaki and Yuri Lowell
Content: It's the dreaded 'WE NEED TO TALK.' Only, there's a tortured intruder involved.
Setting: Yuri's quarters.
Time: Backlogged to being shortly after Shion tortured the intruder and took him to the infirmary.
Warnings: Mentions of how she tortured the victim? Angry Yuri? Apologetic Shion?
Normally, people used the phrase 'her heartbeat was running a mile away' to describe fear. Anxiety. Shock. All of it associated with some sort of negative sensation. Shion knew her heartbeat was running a mile away when she crept past the boundaries of her educational establishment. She also knew her heartbeat was running a mile away when a group of hulking thugs cornered her against a wall. She even knew that her heartbeat was running a mile away when a spider had unexpectedly landed on her shoulder. However, this particular phrase didn't seem to fit the current situation, as each of these moments paled in comparison, her pulse speeding faster by two beats with every step she took.
Even the click of her heels against the flooring sounded ominous, sending a clear message that she had knocked on wood.
Yuri was obviously displeased with her. Chances were, he found her torture of the intruder a little too inhumane. At least he didn't know she had actually toned it down - her initial plans were far worse, and if he found the water tortures cruel, her other notions would be considered simply ghastly. However, as far as she knew, he could already be thinking that she was some crazy, crazy, crazy girl, who everyone ought to run far away from. Or, worse yet, what if he wanted to tell her to leave the Fiertia? What if he was so upset, so repulsed, so outraged that he wanted to kick her off the ship? Although she knew well that the captain was kind-hearted and caring, to the point that it just warmed her entire body, there was a possibility he couldn't stand such violence. A possibility that his concerns lay with certain stringent measures for his crew member.
If that was the case, she needed to fix it. Needed, required, necessitated. If she couldn't see Yuri, couldn't abate his fury, couldn't gain his affection...she honestly wouldn't know how to react.
Slowing to a halt in front of Yuri's quarters, swallowing a lump that had suddenly formed within her throat, she slowly raised a wavering hand. Clenching it into a fist, watching as each finger curled to set her nails against her palm, she slowly - ever so slowly and reluctantly, a first when it came to seeing the captain - brought it against the door. Three knocks - dull thumps that managed to sounded like an augury of impending death to her ears - and she was done, remaining rigidly still as she waited for Yuri's confirmation to enter.
It was time to confront her worst fears.