Millennial in another millennium

Ch-6 The one with the chaos

Zion-

Chaos.

Complete and utter chaos.

That is what lay waiting for me on the kitchen floor, in the form of a really short blue haired girl. Yet, it was not the hair, or the skin, or the clothes that was chaotic.

It was her movements, the constant stirring, the restlessness, the frown on her lips, the motion of her eyes behind the closed eyelids, that made me think of chaos, of secrets, of lies and of storm that was raging inside her head. And I wanted all of it.

As Alexander left, I knelt next to her.

Her face honey colored face had faint scars sprinkled across it like stars in a clear sky. Suddenly, I felt the urge of knowing the story behind each of these scars. The story behind her existence.

I gently brushed back the few strands away from her face, before picking her tiny self. Her head was pressed right against my chest, I wondered if she could hear my erratic heartbeats. I had dropped my mask of amusement, I felt as if I could be myself around her. Her presence was affecting me more than I had thought.

I was curious about her, more curious than I had been about anything else in my life.

I had been travelling across the world for past two years and have only returned home a month ago. I have been to many exotic places, seen people of different colors, shapes and sizes. That is why her appearance did not shock me, though I have not seen anyone like her before. I knew the world was a big place and there were still many places in the map that needed to be filled.

I carefully carried her upstairs in the room I was born and laid her on the rather dusty bed. I took out a blanket from the closet to lay on her but before that I noticed the shoes she wore.

I felt slightly strange as I stood by her feet staring daggers at her feet. Yes, I have been to brothels before, and have done a few things that were beyond the usual. But I have never taken off shoes, well at least whatever she wore looked like shoes with a star on its side and "all stars" written on it.

I did not want to do it, but it was bothering me. I stood there for a while, cursing myself for being bothered by such a small matter. I continued staring at those shoes, waiting for them to come off on their own. After a while nothing happened, I guess shoes are not compelled to listen to the Duke' s orders.

I sighed, bent over her feet, and started untying the laces.

Ugh... I was not supposed to do this. I am the Duke for God's sake and yet this small act made me feel warm on the inside.

After having removed the shoes, I put them aside but not before studying them. I needed such shoes too, they seemed to be made of some kind of cloth.

I took off my coat, put it in the closet, and sat on the chair that was next to the head of the bed but not before covering the girl with the blanket. I then lighted the oil lamp kept on the table next to the bed.

I continued to study her profile, I grew very curious about her hair though and decided to check she was wearing a wig or not.

I plucked one blue strand and felt her stir a bit and then I plucked another, only for her to wake up and glare at me. No, definitely not a wig.

She had dark mahogany eyes, I would have easily took then for black if I was not sitting so close to her. Her eyes were plane and simple, yet it was their expressiveness that caught me and right now they were expressing anger, and it amused me, what would she do with anger, she was the smallest and the lightest creature I had met and she looked to be barely twenty years old.