Post by BlacKitten on Aug 13, 2014 16:38:01 GMT -5
The downpour was a lullaby to his ears, and he carelessly slept as he exchanged warmth with Rebecca. Nothing seemed to be waking her up, but at least she was comfortable in her sleep. A pair of wings acted as water-repelling blankets for the two of them. For the Zoan-user, they felt like another pair of arms with super long fingers that can flap like a folded paper fan. Like giants hands, they seemed to just grasp around their bodies gently yet firmly, lending the sensation of protecting rather than strangling. As their bodies were warm, the chilling air made it easy to breath. The salty smell from the ocean wasn’t something they were used to, but the rain weakened the scent to a more tolerable level.
Eyelids opened; he suppressed an urge to yawn as he finds himself in the same position before dozing off. He felt like the sky was going to remain black for all eternity. It was late past his usual bedtime, and his mind was befuddled by fatigue as his body was enervated by all the events up to now. Holding someone sleeping in his arms only brought envy. The riffraff below the deck probably wouldn’t come out in the rain even if they had woken up; most probably didn’t even care if two lowly insects like them were here. They didn’t seem to be taking the whole killing thing seriously as if two children weren’t worth the effort. Being weak, the two kids were probably viewed as weaklings, enough to be seen harmless without a shred of threat. If the archer was ever to be discovered, hopefully the blame would not be placed on him.
His cat-like ears flinched and turned, picking up a sound –a voice- through the rain that said, “That was quite the mighty splash. It seems you lost one of our lifeboats.” Oh. Was that his plan of escape? At this point, a tiny boat would just sink once it accumulated enough raindrops before reaching any sort of land, and that was ignoring the chance of being pursued by this lofty vessel.
With legs that felt like they were bogged in mud, Pluto thought about gaining a peek at Kyou’s newfound predicament, but he didn’t. Besides getting wet, he had not reason to intervene and can understand vaguely on what was happening through listening. Is this a new enemy? Eh. Dumb question… of course it is. A figure strode towards him from the side, making no effort of masking the sound of shoes tapping the deck of each step. She wore light blue cloak with few pink flowery patterns, and the only reason why she wasn’t soaked from the rain was due to her lavender-shaded umbrella.
She gave him a quizzical stare, humming in thought, “Wings? What… are you?”
“A monster, now go away,” he said in a doubtful and unenthusiastic tone, but his voice was young which was noticed by the youthful woman who sounded no older than Yoochun. “What’s a boy like you doing here of all places? Are you hitchhiking?”
Her direct approach bothered him deeply, “...Ambush must not be your style.” At least follow all the past examples of attacking me. Don’t just walk up to me and talk as if it’s normal. Now I’m confused!
“Why would I ambush you?” She asked innocently, almost as if she truly didn’t know. A harsh response was thrown back at her, “Stop playing dumb; I know you’re here to kill me.”
Giving a look of pity, the umbrella-wielding woman stated, “Kill is such a strong word. In fact, I tend to avoid it if possible.”
“I hear women make better liars than men. I have no reason to believe you.”
“You’ll catch a cold out here; come with me.”
“You think I’m naïve enough as to step inside a lion’s den?” He believed this was obvious.
“That friend of yours is currently with someone who intends to kill.”
“Friend?” he looked down at his sister in search for an answer, but calling a sibling as a friend sounded strange.
“That boy with the toy sword,” she belittled Kyou by referring the weapon as a toy.
“Oh!” Pluto raised his head up, “I don’t really know him.” If she knows about him, how long has she been spying on us?
“Is that girl you’re holding alright? I’m a bit jealous of her right now, being held by a boy’s arms like that.”
His eyes remained fixated at the woman as if expecting a surprise attack at any moment now. “I’m jealous as well; I wish I can sleep and be ignorant of you dangerous people.”
“In that case, you should come and sleep at my place and get away from the rain.”
Frowning, he muttered, “Is that supposed to be a joke?”
Outstretching a hand halfway, she gestured while answering, “Not at all, I welcome you to my hospitality.”
With eyebrows slightly slanted inwards, he tried to pierce his eyesight through the rain that distorted the image around him. A brief pause let him feel the equanimity in his head before replying, “No thanks.”