the luck of the tiger( Dis Continued)

part 18 - breaking lies

*skips 5 weeks(cause I can't think ;-;)*

"Wake up fuck sake!" Aoi yells, slapping the side of shiromis head, jolting her off the floor. Shiromi grumbles still half asleep, as aoi signs and glances away, mumbling to herself. Why did I sign up for this shit. Aoi looks back, as shiromi clambers into a cross legged position on the floor.

Everyday she's getting worse. Still can't find anything to getting that fucking cure of hers. Aoi mentally sighs, as shiromi's state severally decreases. Her entire body holding no colour anymore, all just as white as her hair. The sunken face showing the shape of her jawline, with shallow eyes, showing next to no sleep.

Why don't it kill her dammit. Why take as long as possible so she suffers!? Aoi shakes it off and leans down on her knees, grabbing the frail skeleton that is shiromi, upwards. She's so damn light. I feel like I'm carrying nothing. Aoi hoists her into a moveable position, and practically drags her to the kitchen.

"Your gonna eat today shitromi. Can't say anything to stop me." Aoi grumbles, placing shiromi against a table. She snickers, laying down against it, every movement agony.

"Aw man! I ain't hungry!" Shiromi whines, sarcastically, getting no response from aoi, who goes off into her own world.

Grabbing what's needed, aoi sets the place up, knowing from much experience and training, catching shiromi's attention. "Thought you'd burn the place down dragon Chan." Shiromi mumbles, as aoi glances over, before ignoring the joke and pausing.

"Just shut up or else I will, with you in it." Aoi snaps back, putting her hair into a high ponytail to avoid any dangers. Shiromi glances over and immediately shoves her face into her scarf, hiding the small yelp of shock.

Well then. Dragon Chan in a ponytail. She looks so damn good like it. Shiromi hides her face, as aoi grabs a simple apron over her now normal school uniform like the rest of the school. Aoi remains quiet, unaware of the now red shiromi, who keeps glancing over in shock.

"Stop watching me asshole. I'm half blind, not dumb." Aoi warns, dropping a knife and glancing over. "So why don't you just keep your head against the table." Aoi pauses, spotting shiromis shock.

"What!? What's so shocking!?" Aoi yells, as shiromi snickers, and lays against the table, still hiding half her face, only letting aoi see her eyes, which remain dead yet full of life.

"Nothing~" shiromi repiles, more energetic than usual, as aoi leans against the table with her hands, leaning towards shiromi, who just goes redder. Damn dragon Chan, you really want me to faint? Showing so much damn. I'm not complaining though. Shiromi snickers, knowing the basic school uniform doesn't hide much in certain areas.

Aoi hesitates, unsure, before noticing what shiromi can see. Going red, she jumps up and looks away, embarrassed. "Fucking asshole! Who's the pervert now!?" Aoi yells, turning around to collect herself. Shiromi snickers and lays against the right side of her face, the other side still badly scarred.

"What? I was enjoying the merchandise." Shiromi repiles, getting another hit against the head, as aoi re-adjusts her uniform, and carries on with the food.

Not my fault your a walking bakery. Shame I can't enjoy it. Fucking comfortable being hugged by the edge lord. Shiromi sighs, as aoi turns back around, shoving what shiromi can assume to be miso soup. "Eat the fucking thing, it's all I could work with. You really need to not survive on whatever shit you find alive." Aoi spits, sitting down herself, still in the ponytail, just catching shiromi's attention more than the food.

"I'm not hungry though!" Shiromi says, getting aoi to sigh and slowly give up. "Plus it's disgusting if it hasn't got a heartbeat." Shiromi adds, poking the bowl as if it's a dead body.