This is a fan fiction about two characters in one of my favourite anime's, Mekaku City Actors. If you have not watched it, which I highly recommend you do, then spoiler alert!
Anyway, this is my personal opinion on how Seto and Marry's relationship...
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Marry curled up into a small ball on her bed, her long flowing hair resting in rippling shiny waves around her small, quivering body. Dawn was just breaking through, and the golden sun cast peachy streaks across the chalky white clouds. The light, carefree twitter of birds rose through the pale, early morning mist.
Marry had not slept much during the night. The memories of the nightmare were still trickling through her mind. She still felt as if she were there, surrounded by hundreds of hissing, spitting snakes, ready to devour her. She felt the heat of all of her friends pitiless eyes as she was pulled down into the creatures open, fanged jaws.
A creaking floorboard jerked her out of her stupor. She lifted her head, and stray wisps of hair hung over her eyes like curtains for her to hide behind. She heard footsteps leading straight to her room. Marry let out a small squeal and dived into the safety of her warm, rumpled bedsheets. There was a small tap at the door. She held her breath, and willed her eyes to stay open, even though they were heavy with exhaustion and filling with tired tears.
A soft, comforting voice echoed from outside.
"Marry? Are you OK?" Seto called, anxiously. Marry threw the covers off herself and scrambled, barefoot, to the door, tripping over a discarded book or two on the way. Seto opened his mouth to speak, but when he caught sight of Marry, he let out a gasp of shock.
"Marry! You haven't had nightmares again... have you?"
Marry looked down at her rumpled, blue dress, and her frizzy, uncombed hair. She had been tossing and turning all night, tangled in her sweltering hot blanket with a headache and a sticky mouth. Eventually she gave up and tried to read one of her favourite stories, but she was so deprived of sleep that the words turned blurry and she couldn't hold the book properly. She tried drinking some water, and looking out the window, even sleeping on the floor. Now she had bruises underneath her once sparkling eyes, and a boiling, aching head.
"You poor thing!" he exclaimed, supporting her with his arms. She leant against him wearily.
"Do you want to sit down and talk about it?" he asked her kindly. She nodded and let him lead her to the small fluffy poof in the corner of her room. She explained the dream to him, whilst he gave her tea to calm her down. Eventually her teacup was hanging limply by her side and her words were becoming slurred.
Seto said nothing the whole way through. Then, when her story was finished, he sat down next to her and pulled her into a strong, reassuring hug. She nestled her head into his neck, and fell asleep gradually as he hummed and stroked her hair. She sank once again into a dream. She sat on a grassy, sloping hill, at Seto's side, while he hummed to her and stroked her hair.
