Hungry Youkai !GGKI3UTr5s 2008/06/11 (Wed) 10:32 No. 13232
"Remi." You say.
She just looks at you, worried and unsure.
"Thank you. I don't really care how you did it but you managed to save my life. I've just glad I get to see you again."
Remilia smiles, blinking back the tears forming in her eyes.
"I'm glad too." Is all she manages to say, placing a hand on your arm. You move it backwards so you can interlace your fingers with hers.
She swallows, bottom lip starting to wobble. "I thought you were going to die, when you ... when you started trying to s-say goodbye to me."
You let go of her hand and hold your arms out to her, shifting forwards in bed. "But I'm not dead, I'm here Remi." You say
She leans over onto the bed and hugs you, holding you so very tightly. You give her back a little rub and she rests her head on your shoulder.
"You saved me Remi, that's all that matters."
She nods. "I won't let you be hurt, not while I'm here." She says.
You don't quite know how to feel about that concept, but you reassure yourself that your manliness is still fully in place. Remilia protecting you isn't that weird, seeing as she's at least ten times as strong as you are, not to mention everything else.
She lets go of you and leans back in the chair again, but keeps hold of your hand, placing it in her lap. She looks less worried now, if a little over-emotional. You don't blame her, you feel the same way now you've seen you.
"So how did you know where to find me?" You ask Remilia.
"Er ..." She goes a little pale. "At first I thought you had left." She says in a very small voice.
"I didn't. You know I wouldn't do that." You say, squeezing her hand.
"I know, I know." She nods. "But it looked like that."
"So what happened?" You ask.
"I went to find Sakuya." Remilia's tone hardens as she speaks the Maid's name. "She said you had probably tried to slip out in the night, suggested searching for you in the surrounding woods before you got too far away. I wasn't listening, I was just getting angry." She looks up at you with an apologetic expression.
"Then Patchy's familiar came to see us all of a sudden. I don't care what you've been doing with that succubus, because for whatever reason she knew exactly where you were and how you were feeling." Remilia very almost glares at you, but catches herself before the expression is fully-formed.
"But I-" You start.
"No, don't." Remilia says, bitterness in her face. "Just don't. It saved your life so I should be thankful, forget it ever happened, whatever it was."
"Remilia Scarlet, look at me." You say.
She looks into your eyes, expression sad.
"I'm your thrall, or whatever, right?" You ask.
She nods. "I'm sorry."
"No no. Can you read my mind, anything like that?"
"Er ... I think so, why?"
"If you can't trust me then read my mind. I have never given myself to anyone but you. Koakuma, Patchouli's demon, knew where I was because I have become friends with her, that's all."
Remilia looks at you for a moment, then looks down.
"I'm sorry." She says.
"I'm sorry I didn't trust you about that." She says. "I won't read your mind again, you're not a slave, you're my lover, I will not violate you."
She looks back up, a little smile breaking through. "Then again, if you ever are unfaithful to me, I have lots of ways to ... violate."
You laugh, and reach out to pat her on the head. A tiny little part of you is suddenly very thankful for not succumbing to the charms of anyone else in the Mansion.
"What does it mean then? Being your thrall?" You ask.
Remilia shakes her head. "Other than the control? I'm not really sure. I've never had need of any, since I'm not entirely confined to the night."
"So ... what?" You ask.
Remilia smiles. "It's probably why you feel so good, the blood passed on some regenerative properties. Also ... it's supposed to create pawns to go out in the daylight, but it's mostly instinctual."
You nod, trying to take it all.
"Do you feel drawn to the sunlight?" Remilia asks you.
"Yes. Does that have something to do with it?"
She nods. "Probably. To make you go outside and do my bidding." She laughs, but looks unsure, obviously trying to make light of the situation.
"Is it permanent?" You ask.
"No." Remilia says. "Not unless I keep feeding you my blood."
You smile. "Then don't feed me your blood." You say.
She laughs. "Don't worry. I won't."
"Remi." You say after a moment of comfortable silence. "That sword." You gesture. "I found it when I was underground, on the body of one of your ancestors. I ... didn't want to be a grave-robber, but it felt somewhat important."
She brightens up a lot at your words.
"It did? You didn't just take it because the opportunity was there?"
You shake your head. "It looks important." You say. "I mean, how many swords do you find made of silver?"
Remilia looks between you and the sword.
"Darling, it's not made of silver." She says, trying to hold back a grin.