Asura (english version)

Chapter 4

When they got home, the two made themselves comfortable on the sofa and watched a movie. Firo, as always, would not be home until late at night, so they had the whole house to themselves and could do whatever they wanted.

Shia said at some point that she was very hungry, so they made a pizza together in the kitchen and turned the music to full volume. She sang loudly and incorrectly and laughed so carefree as she hadn't in a long time.

When the pizza was finished – which was a little burned at the edges – they sat down in front of the television and sank into another movie, a comedy, because neither of them wanted to be sad. As it grew dark outside her laugh stopped from the amusing, sometimes silly movie, and Firo entered the room.

»Did you make pizza?« He asked curiously, leaning against the sofa.

»Yeah,« she said, glancing at Firo, then pretending to focus on the movie again.

»You wanna tell me you cooked? You can't even heat milk without burning it,« Firo laughed, looking at the crumbs on her plate. »Was anyone else here?« 

Her heart skipped a beat and nervously she looked into his eyes, which looked inquiringly into hers. »You know very well that I have no friends, Firo. I just followed the recipe and it worked.« She shrugged indifferently. »You can learn anything if you want to.«

»But why didn't you leave me anything?« Firo said, a little offended, and started playing with her hair, letting the soft strands run through his rough fingers. An uncomfortable shiver ran up on her spine.

»Don't do that,« she grumbled, brought space between his hand and her head. »You know I don't like that. And I was just hungry. Make yourself something if you're hungry.«

Firo tilted his head and threw himself next to her, on the other side of Asura. »Why are you so angry?« He asked. »Did I do something wrong? I stopped touching your hair, like you wanted.«

»You always do that, Firo. It's frustrating.«

»And that's why you're angry?« He got up to go to the kitchen. »Then I'll make something for myself. But you won't get.« Shia sighed in relief when he finally disappeared into the kitchen.

»Should I do something about it?« Asura asked quietly, sitting closer to her so that he almost snuggled up to her. The sudden proximity unsettled her, but it would be strange, to just get up and she couldn't move any further, since she was already sitting at the end of the couch.

»Wh-what are you going to do?« She whispered, trying to speak almost tonelessly and without lip movements, because Firo was too curious for his own good.

»I could make that he doesn't touch you anymore. Silence him. I could do anything you want,« he breathed back softly.

»No,« she said uncertain. »Asura, you're not thinking about doing anything to him, are you?« She looked at him wide-eyed and he looked back without blinking.

»Of course not, God. I was thinking of something like ... an electric shock every time he touches you.« Shia had to laugh, but it was then that Firo came back from the kitchen, with a tray of smeared bread and a glass of wine. He sat in the same place as before.

»I haven't heard you laugh in ages,«  he said as he leaned back on the couch and took a sip of the red wine. »Is the movie funny?«

»It is incredibly funny,« she said. »If you want, I can fast forward again, then you can watch it from the beginning. I wanted to go to my room now anyway.« She reached for the remote control, but Firo took her hand in his and squeezed it lightly, causing her to flinch. Asura tensed.