wait for me [illumi zoldyck]

42. Trust Me

Mia

I wake with a throbbing headache. Spots quickly fill my vision, as I stagger out of bed. The white sheets that envelop my body being dragged off the bed as I pull myself off of it. I'm not wearing any clothing.

I don't quite remember falling asleep, last night. In fact, I don't remember anything, except for the overwhelming amount of thoughts and emotions that consumed me. They've left me with a sense of numbness, this morning. 

Laying on the dresser, there is a beautiful cotton white dress neatly laid out for me. I do not remember seeing it there last night. Truth be told, the entire room looks different. There is a bookshelf tucked in the corner of the room, which was never there before, and a large armchair sitting right beside it. 

I stare at the new furniture for a moment, blinking slowly. Without a doubt, this is Kyser's doing. I peer back down at my nude body, as the realization hits me square in the head. 

I pad across the path in the ocean, angrily. The dress that Kyser had laid out for me is a perfect fit and is easy to move around in. However, I still feel angry at him for coming into my room. He could've seen me naked. He might've. He made it very clear, last night, that privacy was very important and then proceeded to invade mine. 

As expected, I find the purple-eyed man seated at the beach. The table he sits at is adorned with a myriad of foods, but I pay them no attention today. Instead, I focus on Kyser who watches me approach him with knowing eyes. He brings a piece of toast to his lips and takes a small bite out of it, all while observing me attempt not the fall into the ocean. The water path from my bedroom is quite tricky to walk on. 

"You look lovely, as always," He compliments, taking another bite out of his buttered toast. He's purposely saying that to invoke a reaction out of me and it's working. 

I glare at him. "Take me to your room," I huff, folding my arms across my chest like a stubborn child. If he gets to come into my room, and invade every aspect of my privacy, then I get to go into his. 

"I know you miss Illumi, but don't you think that's a little too desperate on your part?" Kyser sneers, setting his food down and reaching for a napkin.

My glare intensifies, "You came into my room. While I was sleeping." I point out. While I was naked. But I don't bring that up. 

Kyser stares at me for a moment, in silence. His eyes drift from me to the piece of toast on his plate. He grabs it and takes another bite.

"Eat." He says, chewing quietly.

I narrow my eyes at him harshly. He's ignoring me. 

"How can you go on about privacy whe-" My voice falters. Kyser has stopped chewing his food and stares at me with an unsettling look in his eyes. A deliberate iciness envelops all of my senses and I quickly realize that it's coming from him. 

The feeling hits me square in the chest and makes my heart drop to the pit of my stomach. It strokes my arms, leaving a chill in its wake. It caresses the back of my neck and whispers in my ear. My breath hitches.

"Sit," Kyser speaks. I sit.

We eat in silence, neither one of us breathing a word. I am shaken, by his power. He never showed me this side of him before. It's terrifying.  

"I added some new furniture, in your bedroom, to help pass time. I hope you like reading." Kyser watches me carefully. 

I nod slowly, choosing not to bring up the fact that he entered my room again. I also don't bring up the suffocating fact that his behavior has drastically changed from last night. Last night, he seemed to be much more talkative, so much more gentle. This morning, he is concealed as always. Those eyes of his don't reveal an ounce of emotion or anything about his motifs. 

"I was thinking, we can explore some of your magic today." Kyser continues, as I stab a blueberry with my silver fork. "There's a place we can go to, but we won't have all day."

I open my mouth slowly, but quickly shut it. I'm afraid that I might say something to anger or annoy him, like before. The idea of that icy feeling returning sends a chill through my body. I don't even notice Kyser, as he gets up and rounds the table. He reaches out a hand to me, and before I can even register what is happening, I flinch back. 

Kyser pulls back his hand quickly. His brows knit together. "Are you... scared?" He breathes.

I shake my head quickly, "No." 

His jaw tightens, his gaze never straying from mine. He can tell that I'm lying. "Yes. Yes, you are." 

I've spent the better part of my life learning to control my emotions and to keep my fears in check. However, it feels like that was forever ago. I can't help the stabbing fear that makes my stomach fall, now. My time in Hell ruined me. I've regressed to an impermanent state of mere mortality.

My eyes rove over Kyser. Over the dark curls atop his head that drape down partially over his forehead, the sharp lines of his cheekbones, the rigid edge to his jawline. Without even thinking, I ask a question that's been on my mind since I met him. "Who are you, really?" 

I can't brush off the hunch that the story he told me, all those days ago, was missing some truth. That there is a lot more to him that he hasn't shared with me. 

"I think it would be best if we don't get into all the details at this exact moment," he responds slowly, looking off towards the lapping waves on the sandy shore. 

I get to my feet, although I hardly match his towering height. "How can I trust you?" 

"I saved you from Hell," he murmurs, motioning to the cove before us. "I've done nothing but help you, your entire life, Mia."

I want to believe him, but I cannot. There is still so much that I can't understand. There is so much he is keeping from me. Kyser is clearly a powerful man. What if he has ulterior motives, which I cannot even begin to comprehend. 

"You think I'm lying," Kyser notes, after my extended period of silence. 

"I just don't understand." I look up at him desperately, looking for answers.

Kyser shakes his head, taking a step forward. "Why don't you take my hand," He murmurs, a sensual undertone hinting at his voice. He reaches out his left hand for me to take.

I shake my head, going to step back, but the back of my legs hit the chair behind me. If there is a chance he will grab me and transport me away to another faraway place, I'm not going to so much as take another step towards him. I'm hoping he won't get mad again. 

"Let me teach you magic." He coaxes, holding out his hand. I eye it. 

As much as I don't trust Kyser, as much as my senses tell me not to do it, as much as I have so many unanswered questions, I reach out for his hand and take it. In an instant, the world around me goes dark and we vanish. 

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New chapter! I hope you guys liked reading it. I'm currently on a break from school, so I'll try to punch out a few chapters while I have time. Feel free to share your thoughts! What did you guys think about:

- Kyser going back on his word?

- Mia's hunch about Kyser?

- Where he's taking her?

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