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Small steps

Three days passed. Three days since the encounter with the strange man and his left hand, Eiko. A young woman with wavy raven-black hair, her locks bouncing with every step she takes. The darkness of the strands seemed richer in contrast to a white, stainless-steel silk shirt tucked into black pants. The only other color besides black and white was on her lips. This brown nude lipstick was one of her favorites. Nothing too extravagant. More of a classy look. Even that guy behind the lock and steel bars of his prison threw her a compliment, saying her lips looked "supa dupa tempting". His laughter ended quickly when the tray with his meal was thrown in his face, leaving Eiko with a big grin on her face. But unfortunately for her, that did not stop Rin from continuing his childish play. So things didn't exactly start on a good foot. 

She had to bring him food three times per day. It was not of her own free will that she did that. It was a command. To which she just hissed, but still carried on her duties. The temptation to put poison in his food or "accidentally" forget to bring his food kept getting stronger and stronger.

Her steps stopped in front of the cell where she found the prisoner lying on his back on the floor. His hands behind his head, eyes closed, mouth slightly parted. His chest rose and fell as the boy inhaled and exhaled.

"Prick," Eiko hissed under her breath. 

Eiko was around 150 years old by now. Never in her immortal life, meeting all kinds of people over centuries, had she encountered such a person who managed to piss her off in the first 5 minutes of the meeting. And yet... this man... Eiko shook her head. Her fingers tightened around the tray, which she was carrying. She became curious about something that she couldn't put her finger on. Her body moved, using a small amount of vampire magic. With a blink of an eye, she appeared on the other side of the bars. 

No smirking, no jokes, no sarcasm or sassiness coming from Rin. This is the first time seeing him calm. As for a male human, he was handsome, but then he opened his mouth. All this endless teasing. And from where?

Eiko squatted down, placing the tray next to her, but at the same time keeping her gaze on the boy's face. But then her eyes caught two silver tags resting on his chest. Her fingers carefully reached for one of them.

"Yagami Rin....blood group A positive....no preference," she whispered the words on the tag. Her thumb brushes every word as it is read.

"You know, in the fairy tales, a kiss usually wakes someone up."

The girl was startled, pulling her hand away from the tag as it burned her. Their eyes met, hers like blades, and his filled with cockiness. Wicked would also suit the description. And just like that, the whole illusion of peace had disappeared with Rin's grin. But Eiko pulled herself together fast, putting that emotionless, rock-hard face on her.

"The last time I checked, a good slap across one's face is an efficient way as well."

"You and violence just can't keep apart, right?" Rin sat up on the floor and leaned his back against the wall. 

"From what I have seen, you and idiocy do the same?" 

"If you believe in that, it means I'm a great actor." Rin ran his finger through his hair. 

"Anyone can waste their breath with empty words while actions show the opposite."

"Well then, this emptiness in my mouth must be filled." Rin rubbed his palms together, ready to consume whatever food he got this time.

"You...I'm not occupying your mouth," she almost sounded panicked. The sudden rush of blood to Eiko's cheeks painted them smooth red. As if that flow broke her stone face, letting out deep emotions to show up, such as embarrassment. The boy tightly pressed his lips in an effort not to smile despite the tremendous urge to do so.