Kuro looked at Mizuki.
She was on the floor.
In a ball.
Hugging the yellowly sun pillow.
Again.
Rocky had gone out to put up the night and told Kuro to watch her. So he made her popcorn.
Which she was sure was poisoness.
When he tried to show her it wasn't...well. This happened.
Her brownish blackish burnt messy hair fell into her face and into her black eyes as she curled up tighter. He moved closer to her to move it.
She moved away.
He sighed.
This happened every time Kyriaki had brought her over for the last year.
It was...
Kind of annoying.
Rocky said Mizuki didn't like people.
"But she likes you."
She said to give it time.
"A year is time enough. Don't you think so?"
She said he needed patience.
"I'm not good at that."
She said maybe she didn't want to be his.
"But I want her."
She said perhaps she was scared of him.
"Scared? Of me?!"
Kuro looked at her again.
She looked back up with those shiny eyes, the ones that most thought had come from snakes, the ones that were full of fear.
She said it wasn't good to force stuff on her.
"...I suppose you're right."
What did she know anyways?
Rocky had never been in this position.
Rocky didn't need a princess.
Or a prince.
He wondered.
Would she scream?
Would she actually speak if he threatened to?
Perhaps.
It would be nice to hear her voice.
He never had.
Not even when she was talking to Rocky.
She whispered softy enough so he couldn't hear.
She REALLY didn't like him.
He looked at the time.
It was almost nine.
Rocky said to put her to bed at nine. It wasn't good if she stayed up past that time.
He walked to her again, making her scramble away in fear.
He held out his hand which was covered by a white glove.
After ten minutes of staring, she took it.
He carefully pulled her up, she was pulling back the whole time.
He tried to take the pillow but she firmly shook her head.
He sighed and started to walk towards the stairs while pulling her with him. She continued to pull back.
"Stop it. You'll fall."
She ignored what he said. He started to go up the stairs, letting go of her and waiting for her to follow him. When she didn't he sighed again, walked back down and picked her up, making her squeal, drop the pillow and kick her legs repeatedly. He started to walk upstairs again.
"I'm not letting you go, Mizu." he said when she kept kicking her legs. They got up to the top and he dropped her, meaning to put her down gently. She scrambled away from him and into Kyriakis room.
He rolled his eyes and pulled her out, dragging her to the guest room by her feet. Trying to kick him in the balls.
"Stop it Mizuki! I'll tell Rocky when shes back!"
She stopped when she heard that, then grabbed a table and pulled it over, onto Kuro, breaking the vase on him. He let go of her and started to cuss repeatedly as she crawled away.
After he cleaned himself and the vase up, he went to the guest room to find Mizuki curled up under the covers.
She peaked out from under them slightly, immediately putting them back down.
"You have to lay down properly. You can't fall asleep like that."
He picked up the pillow that had fallen and put them back, making sure to fluff them correctly.
He took hold over the covers and ripped them off Mizuki, which made her squeal again.
"Don't worry..I'm just making the bed. Could you get off?"
She had put her hands over her ears while he was talking, shaking her head repeatedly.
"Okay, fine."
He took the sheet and shook it out, carefully letting it fall onto the bed, smoothing it out and covering the parts that didn't get covered, then repeating this with the blankets and comforter.
He gently patted the lump that was Mizuki.
"Okay Mizu. You can sleep now."
The lump slowly moved to the top of the bed, straighting out her legs and putting her head on her pillow.
Once there, she looked up at Kuro with no expression. Except maybe a hint of fear in her eyes. She shivered a little before closing her eyes.
Kuro moved to the door, turning off the light and starting to close the door. Just a little though.
"Good night Mizu."
"...G-good night Kuro.."
He stopped. Then chuckled quietly at how high pitched her voice was.
He went downstairs and sat on the couch, crossing his arms and thinking.
Maybe he could be more patient.
Just a little more.
