"I think I love you." He whispered, his voice raw.
I pulled my head back to look at him, to gaze into those alluring red eyes. They were full of emotion, full of fear, full of love, full of unspoken words.
"I know that I love you." I replied simply...
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Idina POV
I had my arms folded across my chest, my eyes narrowed into a scowl. Yuzuki stood before me holding out flimsy sequinned material. Apparently it was supposed to be a dress. My idea of a dress versus Chisaki's idea of a dress seemed to be very, very different.
"I will not be wearing that." I snickered through grit teeth and a set jaw.
"It is very... revealing..." Yuzuki mumbled as he turned the supposed dress over, his long fingers running over the fabric as he felt over every stitch and groove.
"It would be considered rude not to wear it however." Yuzuki whispered, noting my defiance.
"What's rude," I began. "Is assuming one can dress another. What's rude is assuming that I would ever wear such skimpy clothing!" I growled with distaste.
It wasn't an ugly dress, but it was extremely short and barely concealed my breasts. It was a sparkly silver number that would pass as a slip, its low cut neckline barely gliding over cleavage.
"You'd look fantastic though. You've got the body!" Yuzuki beamed. Usually his positivity was infectious but after the day I'd had I was unmoving.
"I will not wear it." I repeated once more, my voice terse and firm.
Yuzuki sighed. "It is important you play your part princess." His milky eyes peered up at me, his expression the picture of sympathy.
"And Chisaki has gone out of his way to send you a dress, shoes and even jewellery to wear this evening. He's clearly trying to impress you."
I scoffed at Yuzuki's words. "Well he has NOT impressed me." I snarled as I crossed the room.
"Has tonight's defiance got anything to do with a certain blonde ex that almost got impaled by spikes near the dock..."
"This has nothing to do with him and you know it!" I bit back, yanking the skimpy dress from his hands. "It's to do with Chisaki thinking he can dress me up like a doll however he bloody well wants." I refuted with a snarl.
Yuzuki took in my frustration carefully and after a sigh paced himself before me, sitting me down onto the vanity chair. As I peered back at my reflection he left his hands resting comfortingly on my shoulders, a soft touch to remind me he was there for me.
My reflection had changed in the last two years. I had the same glorious long, black, voluminous hair and blue-grey eyes but I certainly looked less the innocent school girl and more the sultry adult. My eyes now had a permanent fierceness that came with a lifestyle of secrets and violence. I had grown into the rest of my features, my nose straight, lips fuller and cheek bones high. My gaze darted up to Yuzuki, his lips set into a small, sympathetic smile.
Silently he leaned forward, fingers tracing along the vanity desktop feeling for the brush before straightening to comb my hair. I took him in as he detangled the strands. Unlike myself he looked the same as he did two years ago, maybe slightly taller. He had become my anchor. My source of reality. He always brought me comfort, consoled me with words of encouragement or acts of kindness. He knew my moods, knew when I needed space and when I needed a companion. Out of all the things Stain, my birth father had done wrong, bringing Yuzuki to my life was at least the one thing he did right. This lifestyle... the secrets... knowing Aizawa was alive but locked away in Tartarus, trapped in Arachnid's body had been lonely. The endless missions for Endeavour as a disguised agent known as Noir and the torture of being so close to the boy I was once certain I'd spend my forever with had been even lonelier... But Yuzuki got me through it.
