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She stopped at midstep so that she was facing Hiryuu. Though it wasn't exactly encouraged, except in the most formal of occasions, she curtsied lifting up whatever she could of her small tattered dress that lacked the puffyness of nobility. She stayed down for but a moment before dropping her skirts and looking up, her voice was rather soft though it wasn't the prettiest voice a man could hear, "Good evening, Prince." Though her voice was soft it had that calm, yet serious tone to it that spoke of formailty. The girl was but a servant, or slave after all to this higher ranking person, even though he was insane. She believed as much, as so many others.
Hiryuu decided to amuse her, and perhaps himself, with a small nod. There was a sly smirk attempting to grow at the corners of his lips, eyes lighting up betrayal in his look of boredom. He didn't care much for the girl but a thought had crossed his mind that could be so beneficial to him. Hiryuu could of sworn he'd sseen this girl with the purple haired slave that he wanted so. He didn't necessarily know her name for he didn't bother himself with such things, even though she came basically everyday to serve and clean up his 'dinner' among other things.
"Hello dear," his voice held a tinge of arrogance, the smirk growing into fruitation. "Come to clean up I see," he trailed off momentarily as his eyes swept to his food in a gesture that she couldn't miss. His tone was 'normal', or as normal as it could be.
"Yes, Sir Prince." It was all that she could get out after all, her blonde becoming an annoyance that she couldn't, yet had to, ignore. The small room seemed to close in around her, the damp ground's moisture being sucked up by her tattered cloth shoes. They hardly offered any protection whatsoever.
He had stopped tapping his fingers by now and ran them against the length of the wooden table, all the while watching his fingers in child-like interest before looking back up at the young girl with his brown eyes darkening a shade. "Tell me," he looked to be without emotion, and it reminded the girl of what an executioner might look like under the black mask. He interlaced his fingers, elbows on the table with his head resting on the backs of his hands. Hiryuu's long hair fell forward in long, purple strands. He didn't say much but it may of meant something, his eyes glued to the table, a small frown growing on his face. "What is your relationship to her?" He looked up so that their eyes met, daring her to look away. Hiryuu knew that she knew who he meant.
The young girl took a deep breath, body frozen. Her chest hurt like hell, as if some shadowy hand was giving her heart 'pleasant' squeezes at its leisure. She wasn't exactly sure what he meant either. Besides why was he talking to her in the first place? The imaginary, shadowy hand tightened about her heart and this time didn't let go. Fushou took a deep breath, squeezing her eye lids shut; the only action she was aloud to take for her body didn't exactly respond. She played the images in her head with An'ya suddenly jumping into her thoughts. Why her...? Didn't matter. Now that she actually thought about it the girl seemed like something was overwhelming her earlier, which probably explained the extra screw-ups as well as the subject of her brother. A man in which An'ya hardly remembered.
She scrunched up her eyes before forcing them open only to see, to her dismay, that Hiryuu was now on his feet, well not exactly. The food that was supposed to be his was pushed to the farthest end of the table, on the verge of falling off. He sat crossed legged on the table with his left hand in his lap, right resting on the table itself. He looked bored though there was something different in his eyes... something that she couldn't place. But it scared her.
It was such a simple question, but to bring up that much...She caught her breath, doing her damned hardest to ignore the pain that grew ten fold in her chest, which was to the point that it waould kill her if it didn't stop. "Do...you...mean...A...An'y..a?" Fushou forced out, the pressure lessening to a small degree.
Hiryuu nodded; He seemed to be a different person almost, if it was even a possibility. "Ah yes, thats her name...I knew that, of course I did...Why shouldn't I...?" He trailed off, bits of pieces of insanity gleeming in his eyes with his nails digging into the wood of the table. "....Go on," Hiryuu stated matter of factly.
She nodded quickly, catching her voice. "An'ya is my friend...Or I hope so...."
((Oh I'd like to thank everyone who commented so far...Mira, Chris, Remmidie, Sayuri, Kimiko, along with everyone else. Thanks ^_^ ))
 Cherry Blossoms Cry · Sun Apr 15, 2007 @ 09:55pm · 5 Comments |
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