ღHis Kittenღ {Sebastian Michaelis}

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"Wait."

She flinched as Sebastian's hands suddenly grabbed hers, stopping them from loosening his third button, and gently lowered them. Bringing his hands up to run them through his hair, Sebastian could only close his eyes, taking in the impact of hearing the words she just spluttered to him.

"I am stupidly and ridiculously in love with you."

She bit her lip nervously, staring at him in concern. "Sebastian, what's...?"

"Impossible," he whispered with a shake his head.

"W-what is?"

He lifted his gaze this time and she felt a squeeze in her heart. That expression he wore was one her memory was able to recognize. The slight furrow between his eyes insisted on doubt— the 'I don't believe you' look.

"Hey..." She raised a hand, attempting to soothe him, but was rejected as his palm lifted in between. The way he sighed deeply and looked away was like a slap on the face.

Anxious, she clicked her tongue when her hands forcibly found their own way back on his face and turned him back to look at her. "How dare you? It is me! I'm not playing—" Sebastian tapped her lips shut with his index finger. Once again, he gently removed her hands but decided on curling her fingers with his this time. Deep down, he wanted to believe her but he still needed to be convinced somehow.

"Prove it," he murmured with a cold tone that chilled her skin.

Frowning, she pulled back her hands as if she'd touched foreign property and climbed off his lap. She wrapped her arms at her waist, embarrassed as she looked at him in disbelief. "Why won't you believe me?"

"I will admit that I had some suspicions," he said confidently, and looked at her coldly. "But how do I know Undertaker didn't just feed you this information?"

She scoffed and struggled with her words. "Undertaker can't share that with me anyway— it's against the rules!" she blurted out without thinking, only to confuse him further. Quirking a brow, Sebastian chuckled and sat up on the loveseat.

"All I ask is for proof," he repeated, keeping a serious face as he fixed his messy attire. She was quiet and he glanced up to realize she was suddenly right on his face, glaring her eyes out.

"I hate it when you do that," she grumbled, which shocked Sebastian for a moment, and pointed a finger at him as she now ordered, "Stay here and I'll bring your proof!" She waggled her finger before stomping down the hallway towards the bathroom.

Sebastian sat still, smirking, listening to her rustling sounds and clinking noises as she did God-knows-what in the bathroom. You haven't changed at all.

After a minute or two, he heard her stomping across the hallway to the bedroom (that was quick, he thought). An opened zipper sounded out and more rustling was heard, and before he knew it, [Name] was stomping back up the hallway. She stood before him once again, eyes narrowed and one hand at her hip while the other held an item at her back.

He scanned her from head to toe, wondering why...

Her hair was brushed into a low, side ponytail (a pink bow tied around at the base of her ponytail), allowing her long waves to bounce at her left shoulder with every move she made. She also wore casual clothing— a knit, lilac sweater, simple navy jeans and black flats.

"I can tell by your expression, you recognize this appearance," she said confidently yet sighed. "Except this face and hair don't match."

He parted his lips to speak when [Name] suddenly lifted a folder— his case folder— and startled him when she slapped it on the coffee table that separated them, single sheets of paper floated in the air from the impact. Sebastian stared at her in disbelief before glancing down at his work, scattered on the floor. "Have you gone insane?"