|An Undesired Confession
||[Nov. 5th, 2006|10:07 am]
The Dark Line
Shizuka huddled into her coat as she walked home from school. Home; it was still strange thinking of Pegasus' place as home. Though she usually walked briskly, wanting to beat the cold and get back as soon as she could to finish up her homework and watch some television, her feet dragged, and she found that she was walking slower and slower with every block. Tension tightened her shoulders and her eyes never lifted from the sidewalk.|
He's going to kill me...
The thought had been running through her mind the entire day at school, blocking out the lessons and distracting her from a test, and she simply could not stop worrying. He wasn't going to like the news, not one little bit, and she had a bad feeling she would soon have to beg her mother to let her come back.
The building came into view, large and imposing, looking colder and harsher than she remembered though she was certain it was just her imagination. Shizuka came to a dead stop outside of the front door, staring at her reflection in the streak-free glass, taking in her pale skin and red-rimmed eyes.
I could turn around right now...go to okaa-san's...never speak to either of them again...
But she knew that wasn't an option. Hesitantly, lacking any sort of conviction in her movements, she made her way into the building and up to the apartment, opening the door. She heard the sound of the television and her ears strained, trying to catch any unfamiliar voices.
After standing in the foyer for several minutes, Shizuka shed her coat, dropping her backpack onto the ground and toeing off her shoes. Padding into the living room, she saw him sprawled out on the couch, looking dangerously beautiful.
He's going to kill me.
"Malik-san?" she asked, flinching slightly when those flat violet eyes focused on her. "I need to speak to you."