Is there Method in my Madness- A Krinx fanfiction

Chapter 9

Minx's POV

I awoke to the sound of birds chirping from outside my chambers. I reached back to my bedside table, took my spectacles, then put them on.

It took a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight that flooded my room, to see Krism, sitting up, doodling in her sketchbook, she had obviousley not noticed that I was awake.

I waited a while, watching her sip some coffee and doodle which I thought was a dog, but could not tell from the angle that I was lying at. Her eyes were deep in concentration; I had never seen her so calm and quiet, in all the month's I had known her.

Delecatley, I placed my hand onto her's, she looked down upon me, and smiled at me warmley.

"Have a good sleep?" She asked, continuing her drawing.

"Yeah, I have'nt slept in, God knows how long." I yawned.

"Well, you've not changed much." Krism joked.

I sat up, and cuddled into her arm,.trying as hard as possible to try not to disturb her artwork.

Indeed, It was a dog that she was drawing. It seemed to look up at me, with great, big, sad puppy-dog eyes.

"I allways wanted a dog," Krism said, upon noticing me staring at her drawing.

"Me too." I yawned.

Note to self: Krism wants a dog.

Krism suddenly put down the sketchbook, and wrapped an arm around me protectivley.

"Michelle?"

"Yes, my love?"

"Cry said before, that before he healed you, he checked you're pulse-"

"Yes,"

"- and there was nothing."

"... Ok."

"That would of ment that you actually died."

"I guess it does." I replied, after a few moments of thought.

Fucking hell, I actually really died that day.

We both cuddled up to each, thinking of what to say after that.

"What was it like.. to die I mean?"

"Well, it was all a bit hazy; I mean, I only jumped of a roof." I said sarcasticly.

"No seriousley."

I fidgited around a bit, racking my brain for a memmory, anything at all about, well, my death.

"I guess.... Well, all I could remember about it was, a feeling of, great relief, knowing that I died doing the right thing. Get what Im saying?"

Krism just nodded, staring off into the distance.

Once again, we sat in each others embrace, when I realised something.

Oh god, Mark and Yami!

I jump up,  and immediatley start getting changed into some black pants, a tainted purple/white top, a black tie; and a pinstriped purple waistcoat.

"What are you doing dear?" Krism asks at my sudden movements.

"Please meet me at the Stag's Head my darling Kristen, In an hour and a half." I say, tugging up the hood of my black cape once more.

She flings her artbook to the side, and drop's her hands to her knees.

"Whatever for?" She sigh's.

"I owe a very dear friend some drinks." I laugh, clearing the balcony, and zip-wiring down my rope from the night before.