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The World: 28 August 2006 |
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The fiery hair of the female Wave Master was shining in the light of The World's sun and the reflection off the snow. The fire-like strands spilled down her back, revealing the white material of her shirt, and a few even reached the loose dark blue pants she wore. Balmung knew the sight well; he had seen her several times this way before. The Wave Master's screen name was Robyne, a friend to the PK Sora and Pyra. She had the reputation of being a bit.... out there, but still. Balmung liked the girl. Just not like this; she looked so depressed and pathetic.
"I thought I'd find you here," he said, sitting beside her.
"I didn't think you were going to try to find me," Robyne replied, her chin on her knees.
"You won the event," Balmung replied. "I had to find you."
"No, you didn't. You could have just let someone else claim the prize."
"That wouldn't have been fair, Robyne," he said. "Why are you avoiding me?"
"Because... my song..."
"That's how you really feel about me?" Balmung asked.
She nodded, a tear dripping down her cheek. "It is..."
"Robyne, you know this person isn't what I really look like. It's a game."
"That's the thing. I'm not in love with the character Balmung. I'm in love with the person behind the mask."
"For all you know, I'm married. What then?"
"I cry, I break, I bleed, I go through life numb."
"I could be living anywhere. I could be anything. Are you willing to sell your innocence?"
"I've been willing."
He sighed. "Robyne, look at me," he said, putting a hand on her shoulder.
She pulled away. "Leave me to my grief," she murmured, staring still at the ground.
"Robyne!"
"No!"
Roughly, he grabbed her wrists, pulling her to her feet while turning her around simultaneously. Before she could rip herself away, he planted a warm kiss on her lips, fluidly sliding his arms around her waist. Hearing her whimper softly, he wound her hair into his fingers. Gently, he coaxed her into the kiss by running a gentle tongue against her lips. When she did respond, he pulled her closer and tangled his fingers in the soft hair at the back of her neck. With a soft moan, he released her.
"Sora's going to kill me," Robyne muttered, blushing as she looked down at the ground. She felt his lips on the top of her head.
"Then stay here. I'd like to get to know the girl behind the reputation." Balmung brushed his fingers through her hair.
She blushed a little and sat down in the snow. "All right. I'm Anetka Levy. I was born in Poland and moved outside Tokyo when I was three."
He gave her a smile. "I am Kazuya Ryota, in the English order. I live and work in Tokyo. This is where I was born."
They sat talking like that for a matter of hours, even missing dinner and Robyne's 10 o'clock curfew. It didn't matter; they were happy, and when she gave him a good night kiss around midnight, Anetka wasn't afraid of what would happen to her any longer.
 Karureyu · Mon Aug 28, 2006 @ 09:30pm · 0 Comments |
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