Fire and Ice (Blaze Seto x reader x Ice Seto)

Chapter Fourteen

Y/n pov

The air seemed to get colder by the second. I froze, soft, almost silent footsteps slowly came closer, he was behind me. Finally, he stopped, seemingly inches away. I felt, strangely, more scared than when I first met him, when he was tossing ice cycles at my face. Maybe it was the suspense? Shuddering, I looked down, the grass was white with frost. Everything was quiet, no one seemed to breath. Maybe they didn't even breath. "Okay, here she is." Blaze finally said, taking a step back, he looked intimidated. Things are different, I distantly thought, they're strange, they're different. Or maybe they're not, maybe they're not, maybe they were different when I first met them. I continued to think about anything I could, trying to ignore the thought of him taking me. "What's wrong with her." Ice said in a monotone voice, saying it as if it was a statement. Finding the courage, I turned around, glaring at him, yet shaking, I tried to speak in a strong voice, yet it wavered, "N-nothing's wrong with me! What the h-hell's wrong with you!?" His eyes narrowed, and he sneered slightly, "How dare you speak to me like that," His voice held no emotion whatsoever, I took a small step back, he continued, "You'll be...punished for that." He said the word as if it was precious, possible the closest thing to emotion I'd ever hear, or possible the last thing I'd ever hear. Blaze opened his mouth to speak, but quickly closed it, apparently thinking better then to interfere. I slowly backed away, but suddenly, his hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, yanking me closer. By the shear amount of speed and force he applied, I screamed. By reflex, I struggled, digging my heels into the dirt in an effort to get away. His grip tightened, it cut off all circulation to my hand, and seemed to be so cold, it burned like fire. "S-stop!" I practically shrieked, the skin somehow broke, a small amount of blood slipping out; he continued to have that iron grip, the new wound adding more agony then their already was. Finally, he let go, and I crumpled to the ground, instantly pulling my wrist close to my body. The skin was red and bloody, small pink areas dotted the areas where the fire like coldness broke the skin, there was sure to be a large bruise later, possible a scar. "Get up." He said. The fact that he didn't sound mad, made him even scarier, the blank look in his face, his dead eyes. I hesitated, but when he started to reach forward, I quickly scrambled to my feet, instantly stumbling away from him. "Leave." He said, not taking his eyes off mine, but not talking to me. Blaze, watching the entire scene, jumped slightly, he tripped over his own feet before disappearing into the foliage. As if by magic, Ice suddenly appeared in front of me. Before I could even gasp, he grabbed my upper arm, and the world shifted. It was like going through the facade based world. The breath left my body, I felt lightheaded, and my vision blurred. The temperature dropped more than it already was, and when my vision cleared, I was in a room, covered by a thin layer of frost. I was shoved to the ground again, and Ice untied the rope to his cape, he took it off, laid it on a table, and stalked across the table. Under his cape, he wore a simple black long sleeved shirt and matching pants, different designs wrapped across the sleeves and legs, all different shades of blue, from sky to navy. I stayed where I was on the frozen floor, watching him grab something off the wall, before turning on his heels and stalking back. He stopped in front of my shaking form, starring down at me. Than, in one smooth motion of his arm, he cracked a whip. It shattered the silence like thunder on a calm day. The whip finally rested on the ground, I got a look at it. It was black, the leather weaved tightly in a, in any other circumstance, beautiful style. The color drained from my face, my eyes widening as I starred at it. Glass was woven through it, glass, sharp rocks, and needles. I started to shake harder, looking at the monster holding it. He wore an inhuman grin, glaring down my horrified face.