The gold wisps in my hands were smooth as silk and smelled faintly of shampoo. Mostly though, there was the thick scent of dirt and blood. I barely noticed and besides, I probably smelled worse.
My senses were having a hard time deciphering anything through the warm fog in my brain. The only thing I could feel was the heat in my cheeks and the caresses of Mika's lips-- and, God, that alone was enough to make my brain overload.
Somehow, though, I caught the sound of rustling grass behind me. I pulled away, startled. Mika's eyes blinked open. His confused gaze pinned on me, then on something in periphery. His face went beat red. Dread making my stomach tight, I whirled around to face the elvish featuresof a person I was still finding new reasons to hate.
Ferid was standing there in the glade; arms crossed, a suggestive smile on his face. "Oh hello. I didn't see you there," he drawled. His pale hair and cloak made messy patterns in the wind.
I glared at him. "What do you want?"
"Want? Whatever do you mean?" Ferid responded. I glowered some more. "Oh, I see. You want to know why I keep following you. That's easy. You're the last living Seraphs of the End."
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A Shadow From The Past
Fiksi Penggemar* This story can also be viewed in Espanol* After the plague and the death of the Hyakuya Orphanage, the children must go their separate ways; Mika to royalty and then to the dark alleys, and Yuu to a secret society of rebels. They met on the stree...
