Known Fate

The care for the unfortunate.

She helped him wash up, instructing him to brush his teeth as well, handing him a brand new toothbrush. He deemed it unnecessary, but the glare she gave him with that blank face of hers, made him duck his tail under himself, cooperating at the end. She squeezed a small amount of toothpaste on the bristles, shooing him to do the rest above the bathtub, while she cleaned out the sink.
He did so, closing his eyes for a second as the sweet taste hit his taste buds.

"Of course it tastes fruity..." The thought made him huff, glancing at the girl who was wiping down the surface with a blank stare. She seemed so calm, regarding the predicament she was in.

"Don't cry don't cry don't cry."
Was the phrase she kept repeating within herself, running the water on the very dark red, almost coffee brown colored substance, wiping the whole marble patterned furniture with the same sponge she just cleaned her shoe with.
(Just a small thing from the author; if you ever throw up and it looks like coffee grounds-I mean by the color- go to the emergency room immediately. There's a high chance you're experiencing internal bleeding.)

After they were both done, Nova decided to put on a white dress in the bathroom, while she ordered Ohma to wait for her in her bedroom. He did as were told, nonchalantly plopping down, seemingly not feeling the weight of the situation he was in and what he was told by her. Nova on the other hand felt sorrowful, gulping multiple times to either not throw up, or start crying.

She stayed in the bathroom for a good minute, collecting herself a little more, fixing her long, ankle length dress a little as it hugged her curves.
Finally walking out with a neutral face, catching Ohma's attention, he found himself staring at her body, her perfect proportions amazing him even more than before.
He watched as she crouched down in front of him again, resting her hands on his knees.
The position felt very weird to him, especially the way she stared into his eyes. The cluster of emotions swirled in her orbs, not matching the emotionless face looking up at him, not even the slightest bit.

"Listen. And you better fucking listen to what I'm about to say because there is no way in hell I'm ever going to repeat myself again." She spoke quietly but in a straight-forward, blunt manner, her eyes narrowing for a second only.
He only stared back at her, eyes widening as she stood up and leaned forward, face inches away from his. He held himself from falling back on the bed with his palms firmly on her bed, his neck cranking upwards a little as she looked down on him, her hands still on his knees.
His breathing became rapid, darting between her eyes, sometimes glancing down to her chest, having a clear view of her breasts.

"I know you're loving the sight right before you, and trust me I understand to a certain extent. I love the flustered face of a man who is secretly longing for more beneath my body, being held down by a certain tranquilizing sensation, wanting to do nothing more than worship me the whole night."

Her voice was dripping with in sensuality, every word of hers covering him in a velvet drape, soothing over his nerves. It awakened something within him. The feeling most men experience in situations like this, a need for pleasure..to perform the reproductive act.
His lips parted slightly, eyes feeling heavy as he was taking deeper breaths, totally bewitched.
This was the first time Ohma felt the lustful need for something else, other than battling.

Her expression changed in a snap of a finger, hardening her gaze, staring into his soul.

"But this isn't one of those nights."

Ohma was pulled out of that trance of ecstasy from the sudden change of tone, blinking a few times.

"I know how hard-headed men like you work. You chase after your needs and desires with such pace like the world is bound to end by the next day, completely disregarding your own safety, pushing the boundaries of your health and the worry of others, like your loved ones who want nothing but the best for you, them ever so gently trying to confront you by your recklessness, but then you become defensive and agitated, saying how you know your limits and what you're doing, telling them that their need for worry is 'irrelevant' or 'not needed'. You always think nothing could hurt you, and that fills you up with a sense of invincibility, fueling your ego and your brain, always longing for more. More power, more money, more influence, more, more and more...but guess what?"
She stopped for a short period, nodding her head in a knowing manner.