-Dabi-Looking into those haunted eyes. I felt so disgusted, not with the girl underneath me. But with myself. Why is she so in love with me? Why did my once dead heart scream out at her? I got to stop this. I can't fall for her. She will just get in the way. I... I don't want her. I never fell in love with her the moment I saw her. I.......
My body started moving on its own, even against my lying protest. I could feel the smooth skin of her wrist under my hands. But there were the scars I knew the way to well.
My body lowered slowly to her. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying out in frustration, but there was an emotion I thought I would never see from anyone. Hell, I wish she never looked at me like the way she is now.
The once haunted eyes were now bright blue, almost like the sky on a bright sunny day. I could see the rain slowly washing away the mud from her face as the red hair stuck to her round cheeks.
Her lips trembling, from either the cold or from something else. My body inched closer to hers, but I couldn't look away from her eyes. Why is it that I don't want her to look away from me even if she wanted to?
Here lies a broken rag doll that is nothing but held together by a few loose threads. I could see the soul behind her eyes, in this broken doll, was a heart made of nothing but pure gold.
My body is inching closer, but I can't stop it. I can finally feel her hot breath on my face. I can feel her pulse sky rocketing through her soft wrist. I took one hand from her and moved it down to her side. I could feel her heart beat even harder, like it was trying to bust out and run.
The blue orbs looked at me, I could see her suck in her bottom lip, to run her teeth over it. My core won't stop burning. God.... I want her. I'm only a hair breadths way from her lips.
Then I felt the soft, dirt cover lips on mine. I felt like my heart stopped, then started pounding. Screaming out the words "yes! She loves me! She has to love me!!!"
I let go of her wrist and cupped her head in my hand pulling her deeper into the kiss. My other hand ran from her ribs to her plump ass. I finally had it in my hand and it was bigger then what I thought it was.
God, is this really happening? The taste of her lips was definitely dirt, but had a sweet aroma. I wanted to taste more then just the dirt. I pushed my tongue through her lips tasting her. Oh my God, I wish this would never end. But it had to, I could feel her body shivering, not from just excitement but from freezing.
I heard a twig break over the rain. I pulled back, thinking the police man found us. But instead was a soaked grey cat. I saw Air moved in my peripheral.
"Ka-shi?" Her voice showed how cold she was, her lips turning blue. "Mew!" She pushed on my body and I sat up. She rolled over and pulled her self to her knees. The damn cat came looking for us, meaning either her friend is looking for her or the LOV.
The greay soaked tiny panther ran up to her and jumped into her arms. Not only was she trembling from the cold so was he. I let out a hot breath, I have forgotten not everyone can survive the cold like me. I stood up and pulled my mud cover jacket off and plopped it over the drenched redhead.
Her eyes looked up to me, thanking me with her eyes. But her lips were as blue as my flames it was time to go.
I looked around and thenpushed my soaked hair back. If I remembered right there was an abaonded building not to far from here. "Okay mouse lets get you dry I'm sure you and your panther are soaked to the bone." Slowly she nodded her head and stood up.
Mud still covered her knees and back from before. She held the damn cat close to her chest, walking beside me.
It was a bit of the walk we finally reached basically a concrete shell of building that once was planned for maybe a gasstaion, but once abandoned nature claimed it back.
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Marionette and the Blue Demon (Rewritten)
FanfictionThis is a story of a girl with a healing quirk. But it does more harm then good. Her dream was to become a hero. That dream was about to come true, until she saw what was happing behind closed curtains. Being used and abused for her quirk and for b...