Marionette and the Blue Demon (Rewritten)

Chapter 33 Scars

-Airmid-

Hawks had dropped me off back at the apartments. He lend me one of his tiniest feathers  that if I ever need him I can call him from it.

At first I was hesitant but finally agreed that I'll take it. He didn't seem like a person that would would betray me, so I put all my worth jnto trusting him.

I stood in front of my kitchen counter and opened a drawer. Granted it had hardly anything in it from my chop sticks and some silverware I stole from restaurants. I place the little feather in the back counter of the drawer and gently closed it.

I walked back to the front door and was about to hang Dabi's jacket on the door, when it swang up to a flithy Dabi.

With jacket in hand I just stood there staring at the burnt man, as he stared back. His body moved before I did and he grasped me with me still standing like a statue.

"Thank God your here." He let go and moved back to look me over. I was still covered in mud but so was he. "He didn't hurt you did he?" His voice was pained but he tried to hide it.

"Umm no, he fed me and then cleaned out my wounds." I lifted my arm up so he could see but he kept me from doing so. I looked into his cyan eyes trying to figure out if there was something he knew that I didn't.

His arms dropped from my and then he dropped his head. "Look..." He grabbed his jacket and put it on. "I....we...." He wouldnt look me in the face. But I knew exactly what he was trying to do.

I pulled him inside from his jacket and slammed the door. "What are you do-?!" Before he could say another word I pushed my lips onto of his.

I kept pushing him farther and father way from the door. Things thumbled as we walked by but I didn't care.

I finally made him sat on my funton and he just stared up at me. "We cant-?!" I once again stopped him kissing him deep as I could go. I crawled into his lap, and as much as he kept saying we shouldn't, I could feel something in his pants that we should.

I know I want him. I know I trust him. This wasn't like Michael holding me down. This... I stopped... I pulled away enought to stop kissing him.

Im...I'm Michael, and I am forcing him. No, this is not what I want. I lowered my head into his chest and I think he realized that I started to cry.

"I'm sorry. I'll stop." I started to cry harder. I didn't want to be like Michael but I didn't want Dabi to leave me again. After a few sobs I felt Dabi wrap his arms around me.

"Ushally I am one for all that shit but you are filthy." Just that line just made me sobb even harder like in my mind I thought he just called me a dirty girl. "I mean you small like you rolled in a pig stie." That's when it hit me. He didn't call me dirty cuz I was bring like a whore. He was calling me dirty cuz I still was caked in mud.

I finally looked up from my shame his hand gently stroke my face whining away the tears. "As much as you look pretty with tears in those eyes." His hand slowly moves down my cheek to my neck, to slowly clamp on it.

His face inched past my face and I could feel his hot breath on my ear. "It would feel better if they were coming from pleasure that was offered by me, mouse." I froze no one ever talked to me like that. Let alone made me feel like I was on fire. I blinked hard and I felt like my mouth watered.

"Now, that I got your attention, we can't do this while we are dirty." His lips brushed my ear and gave me goosebumps. His hand slightly tightens around my neck. "Maybe we can take this to the bath?"

After two seconds she released me and back up on to his elbows and looked up at me. "Or we can do it while your dirty but I have to stay it won't really taste as good cuz you know, dirt."