Monday, August 7, 2006

[Child, time to wake up.

Child?

Aghh! Curse you and your sleep, get up child!]

She may have been raised strangely, but her reaction to the morning light was just like any other girl's reaction: utter denial. "Mmnnn. Let me sleep, Lady." She swatted a hand above her face, as if she'd like to get rid of the voice coaxing her to get off her lazy bum and get up. But her usually calm watcher had other things in mind.

[If you won't get up, you won't get to see that boy that's supposed to be your guide.]

Inwardly, Kikan winced, as she could imagine the Lady with a teasing face and tongue stuck out, even through all her elegence. The slapping incident hadn't left her mind, even during the uneventful battle which had sparked the Lady out of her sheathe. It had constantly been there, hanging in the air in front of her, like a veil that couldn't be lifted, and it followed her even after that. Indeed, the only time it had temporarily lifted was when the Lady held her and when Kentei had assessed her arm with his fingers....why, of all times, would that be coming up?

[So I was right in thinking that would get you up.]

Surprised, Kikan realized that she had for the last few minutes been pulling on her clothes and her silver frame glasses, and was making her way to the bathroom. "Habits die hard."

[Like thinking about a certain guideboy?]

"Oh, shut it."

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Kentei woke up, a melody faded away in the back of his mind as he gradually became more aware of his surroundings. But, by the time he got up, the song was playing in his head again in full swing, ringing like a large gong, albeit a soft and gentle one. "Nice wakeup call, I guess."

Then he remembered where the song had originated from. Yesterday, outside her door....she had a really good voice, almost hypnotic; he actually hadn't heard the Lady sing all that much because his ears were focused on Kikan's own sound. It reminded him of those small tinkling trinkets he had played with as a baby, which his parents still had on their desk in plain view. Not just the tone, but the nature of it as well, soothing and calming, placating all who heard it. And the more he thought of her voice, the more he though of bells....

His stomach gave a roar that could challenge a lion's. Laughing to no one in particular, he started his morning ritual of changing first, swapping his pajama shorts for a pair of snug-fitting jeans. Kentei was about to slip on a T-shirt many sizes too big for him, but decided to put on something tighter, like yesterday. His hands grabbed a black muscle shirt; it would do.

Just barely done with adjusting his shirt so it accentuated his body, his door slid open a trifle, while Kikan's voice floated in smooth and apathetic, "Are you decent?" Opening the door roughly, he walked out and stopped, turning his head with his dark hair over darker eyes.

"Don't I look decent?" He smiled his dog-smile, and sauntered off, leaving her to follow after him like yesterday.

"....Where are we going?" It always amazed and amused the Lady that Kikan could be so open with her; they bickered and chatted like sisters almost. But put her in the vicinity of any other LIVING thing, and it was like her mouth had frozen over, no warmth ever came into her voice in those situations.

Kentei replied without looking. "Y'need breakfast, right? I can hear my stomach growling, and I daresay yours is too." She discreetly clapped a hand over her offending abdomen, willing it to quiet. Funny, she hadn't heard it earlier.

After walking for a while, the silent girl noticed that they weren't going up or down; in fact, this entire time they had been on the same floor.

"How big is the apartment complex anyway?" Her quiet voice bounced back to her from the spacious walls, soft as her voice was; echoes of her statement floated throughout the halls, into other rooms. People started poking their heads out of their respective doors, wondering what new tenant was walking through their piece of space who didn't know about the echoes.

He chuckled good-naturedly. "I think that answered your question."

((I have to cut it short today, sorry!))

-SYC
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