𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. meguru bachira

IX

The breath was still faint on his skin. Her breathing was quiet. He hated it. It felt like holding a ghost. He could have ripped her apart right then and there. He could have tried to. But he didn't. He didn't know what he wanted to do. She didn't seem to care for what he wished. "Get out." She spoke.

Her voice was sharp. It was a demand, but when had Barou ever taken demands? He scoffed at her antics. "Respect your fucking king." He spat at her. Her response was a laugh filled with mocking amusement. "You can't be the king of a kingdom that isn't yours. You strive too far."

It was humiliating. He felt humiliated. He shook her off of him and left the field. He didn't mind the humiliation. He found a twisted sense of determination to put the woman in her place. To put her where he deemed she should stand. She trained until her legs shook. She could no longer stand, but that pain felt familiar.

Eris knew pain more than she knew herself. She knew fear more than those who walked out the gates of this place. Every dream they had ever had crushed for the mere sake of one. She got paid, he was happy with her. She tried to appease him often. Eris may have been her own self, but she was never one to fight battles she could not win. Instead, she accepted everything that she was faced with.

The girl was arrogant, but not proud. She knew her limits. She didn't like to test them. The time passed, and her body collapsed unto the grass. She found comfort in the grass. Each individual strand was surrounded with every growing love. She wasn't. It made her solitude less appearent to her. Everyone else knew it too. The girl was as crowded as she was empty.

Her eyelids were clawing itself open. She stood up. The sweat glistening on her skin. She walked around until she managed to make it to the showers. The water hit her skin gently. She felt it drown her. She wished it did at times. However, she was no control over whether she lived or died. She would not let another human suffer under the wrath of the evil that grasped her by her neck. It called her even in her sleep. It didn't care for her. She knew it.

It was cold. The water was cold. She had grown used to the overbearing sensation of hypothermia. She hated it. But she embraced it as if it was her home. The one place she knew what to expect. She expected the shivers her body would make. All of it. She accepted it when he would lock her out at night. Zero degrees celcius. No item of warmth provided. But her body was cold. Her hands and her heart. In the same way she knew it to always be.

Sometimes, she hated the cold. She wanted to be filled with the warmth of another. The warmth of another's love. She was wantful but not hopeful. She knew the things that killed. She turned it off. The fabric wrapped around her body. The water dripped off her skin, her hair soaking wet, her face dull. Eris Vasílissa. The same woman the universe all knew and loved. An idol of worship. However, the bliss only lasts until the angel finds the prophet.

Nothing came from her mouth. None of it. In fact, she didn't mind the silence. She wasn't speaking to anyone either way. She often never did. Her eyes darted to the mirror once again. "Eris Vasílissa." That was her. She was herself. She was the woman she saw in the mirror. She judged a person by the look in their eyes. However, her eyes looked so dull. She hated it. She disgusted herself. "You don't even want to play, do you?" She hated football. She hated the comfort she found in it.

Everything about it disgusted her. The roots. Her roots. Whether it was football, tennis or basketball, it was all him. But he liked football too much. She knew that. Her reflection laughed at her. Called her pathetic. She left. She went back to her team. The people that were hers. The people she came to destroy. Their eyes instantly on her the moment her presence was noticeable. It didn't take long. Something about her compelled them to follow her.

"Won't you fucking train? Useless shits." She mumbled. None of them took being insulted pleasantly. None except Bachira Meguru. He was intriguing to her. "Hm, my monster wants to listen to you. Okay! I'll go train." So cheerful. So devoid of problems in life to her. "Childish." That was it. The world slipped out of her mouth, but he didn't mind being called childish. "It's okay! Sometimes, people need to be a kid again." She stood there. She was stunned by him. But amazed. Sometimes, people need to be a kid again.

A thought like that never crossed her mind. How did he think? How does he process? She wanted to know how he thought. She wanted to know how he lived so nicely. "That monster of yours, tell me about him." She walked with him to the training grounds. Everyone else stunned by it. How he got along with such a monster. How did he have the patience to deal with her? Isagi understood it a little. It was just Bachira being the boy that he was.

He was the boy who brightened up a world. He's the boy who changes people. He's the kind of boy people fight for. He wants her to fight for him, too. He wants to fight with her. His monster wants him to. "My monster says I should play with you. Miss, will you play with me?" His foot already on the ball. He had a look in his eyes. So fired up. So prepared. She didn't care, but for once, she wanted to give him the time of day. She wanted to give him the kind of play that would respawn him.

"I'll do so much more than play with you, bumblebee."

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Chapter end.

I was actually planning to discontinue this book, but incase you didn't know, I'm turning this into a romantic kind of vibe. Like just incase you're confused with the other chapters.

sleep well, eat well, and hydrate. I don't care what you do as long as you're safe enough. Don't get injured, you've only got one elixir. Love you, my moons.

Written: 27/06/2024
Word count: 1105 words.