Diabolik Soulmates

~Chapter 26~

Sura's POV:

Clutching the door handle between my hand, I almost break it with the amount of pressure I have in my palm. The stress of what's waiting behind the door almost kills me...and the handle.

*R.I.P door handle*

Taking a deep breath, I suck it up and open the door...to find nothing but empty air and Subaru's untouched room. Releasing the breath in an angered and exasperated sigh, I shut the door behind me louder then I meant to because of my furiousness. I got all worked up and built up my courage to face him and reveal everything, for the first time in years mind you, and the bastard's not even here!

The only thing that illuminates the room, is the bright, pale moonlight of the waxing gibbous outside beaming its rays into the room.

Walking into the middle of the room, I cross my arms. The sound of the door slamming will probably send him up here soon enough. Great, now I'm not even ready for him. I resist the urge to face palm, so I do it mentally instead. Idiot, what am I thinking! How am I so calm about something like this, I shouldn't be distracting myself from the situation at hand...even if it's so painful to remember. My temper immediately dies down and flicks to a more saddened state, my eyes glossing over already with unshed tears, causing the moonlight to reflect off my rose petal eyes like a mirror.

And Subaru chooses this moment of weakness to appear, catching me completely off guard and giving him a glimpse of my wavering emotions, before I even realise he's in the room.

See, what did I tell you?

Turning to look at him, my eyes are wide with hurt and innocence, and for some reason, I can't not look at him this way. His soft expression also matches mine, although it looks more shocked because of my sudden display of emotion I've never showed him before. As quickly as he shows this, it disappears, and he tries to act unfazed by hardening his stare and letting off a serious aura. Though I know for a fact he is still affected by my unusual presentation of sadness, but I also notice how he has something bothering him. It's probably something he's itching to ask me, something he has to find out.

"S-Subaru..." I try to beat him to it, but I'm at a loss of words.

There's absolutely nothing I can say, or do, because I'm completely and utterly paralysed.

It doesn't seem he was going to let me finish either way, because he cuts me off almost as soon as I finish trailing off on my words.

"Show me" He states, plain and simple, but with authority, making his words even more effective.

Now is the time to push away all the sentimental crap and go back to being serious, otherwise, this will never work if I'm blubbering hopelessly the whole time. Forcing myself to revert back to my stony expression, I prepare for the onslaught of questions that I will have no choice but to answer.

"Show you what?" I ask sincerely, but firmly.

I don't plan on losing in this conversation, but something tells me I already have.

"You know exactly what" His eyes narrow into a glare, crossing his arms over his chest like he's scolding a child.

And indeed I do, but like hell I'm going to give up that easily. Instead, I harden my gaze and clench my jaw shut in resistance.

"Make me" I taunt, acting like a stubborn toddler. Apparently I've always been stubborn, but I see it as a rewarding quality sometimes, other than a nuisance.

"You're really staring to piss me off!" He huffs out in pure anger, his cheeks flushing red as well.

Stomping forwards, he balls his fists tightly, and I can tell he has an urge to hit something...I just really hope it's not me. Although, no matter how angered he gets, he would never hurt me.