Smiling Killing |Inspired By KILLING STALKING|

|Thirty-Seven|

|Thirty Seven|

Ah Rin and I had fallen asleep together, after would could only be explained as one of the best nights of my life. Nothing was forced or too intense or anything. Everything had been gentle, soft, loving, but very sore afterwards.

She seemed so small next to me, curled up..

But as I awoke, she was no longer beside me in the beautifully giant bed.

But instead, I met my gaze to the person staring at me on the other side of the bed, elbows leaning on top of the edge whilst she propped up her head with her hands.

I almost squealed, pulling up the blanket over my very naked body. "A-annliese?" I stuttered as I gripped the blanket.

She gave me a soft laugh and put a hand over her reddening cheeks. "Sorry! You weren't answering the door so I just came in!"

Had she been watching me..?

As I looked around for any trace if Ah Rin, Annaliese slowly slid onto the bed. Even though she was far away from me, I felt my pulse quicken.

Where was Ah Rin..?

"I'm sorry, if I..." She bit her lip, slumping her shoulders. "It's just...no one else understands me. Except you..."

I said nothing. What was I supposed to say? I hadn't been in a situation like this so I didn't know. I didn't even really know this girl, let alone she knowing me.

"Can we just talk?" She said softly. "I'd like that.."

I took notice of the fact that I wasnf wearing anything. I gulped, but I nodded softly. What would just a little bit of talking do? Nothing.

She grinned before sliding over to my side of the bed, catching me by surprise as as started to rattle off everything that had been on her mind.

I softly smiled.

•\•\•\

I dreaded this moment. But it finally came.

He yawned, murmuring something in a half asleep daze as his pale arm stretched out in front of him.

I had forgotten about the thick, black ink that swirled its way down his arm. For only fourteen, a tattoo permanently on him was so unnerving.

I was on the other side of the room, just bathed and dressed. He and I both shared a room, a stunning room that not even the richest of people had. I couldn't even explain it - I was just lost for words.

"Yooni-chan?" He murmured softly as he stretched and sat up, rubbing his eyes. His white hair was a mess, let out, flowing past his shoulders. "Where are we?" He grumbled.

How was I supposed to answer? How could I tell him the story? I could I tell him that his father, Reniji..

Reniji...

A pang in my heart made me stumble back slightly. Akumu blinked and sat forward as he realised something was up.

"Yooni-chan?"

"I'm fine Akumu" I said with a forced smile. "Just in pain.."

"We are safe?" He asked as he pushed himself out Of the bed, looking surprised at his own energy. "Whoa, I barely hurt anymore!"

It had been so long...a week?

"Yeah.." I murmured softly, avoiding his gaze.

Suddenly, the slapping of bare feet on the marble floors rung in my ears, as as I looked up and I gasped as I was tackled by Akumu with a wild hug. We both slammed into the ground, knocking the wind out of me.