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[dancingwithtitans]

Raito had been riding the bus for a while, working on a crossword puzzle when he heard a faint whimpering. He could tell that the noise had originated from a girl sitting somewhere behind him. Marking the puzzle he’d been looking at, he turned around to find a girl sitting in the back of the bus, who appeared to be sleeping. It was clear that she was having some sort of bad dream. He knew of those well. 

Standing up, he tipped his hat as he walked to the back of the bus, noticing now that the girl had tears on her face. He sat down beside her and leaned close to her ear. 

“Bitch-chan, there is no need to cry. I’m here now.”

@diaboliksinners

[k-a-n-a-t-o]

@suckitchumps submitted to k-a-n-a-t-o:

I approached the mansion for the first time in a while, a small cardboard box resting on the front seat gently. An attempt at a peace offering. I was so nervous that he would hate me. I… I knew he would hate me. He wouldn’t take me back. I mean, why should he?

But… I still had to try. I just wanted to see him again. I needed to. But I didn’t want to make him see me either. Instead, I made him a vanilla strawberry cake, and put a note on the box. He could read it, and eat it, and decide if he actually wanted to see me or not. I nervously left the box on the steps and got back into my car, driving away as quickly as I could.

I wonder how long I would have to wait before I got my answer…

Kanato stared at the box, just sitting on the front steps of the mansion. He scoffed. Reiji couldn’t have brought it in to him instead of just leaving it there? He knelt down and picked it up. As he walked back into the mansion, he read the note. Kanato scowled. Forgive Liz? After she just left like that out of the blue, with no indication? Whatever. It wasn’t like he cared. The only thing he cared about were the sweets she’d made him. Maybe if the cake was good enough, he would forgive her.

He found a fork and opened up the box, the sweetness of the strawberries and the icing nearly as intoxicating as a young lady’s (virgin) blood. He hoped it tasted as good as it looked and smelled. He took a bite out of the cake and paused.

Well, at least she was able to do something right after all the time being gone. Her baking had gotten better. He supposed she hadn’t wasted so much time being away after abandoning him like that.

He took his cell phone out of his pocket and looked at Teddy, who was perched in the counter. “What do you think, Teddy? Should I call her? Send her a message? You’re right. I doubt she would have gotten a new phone. I’ll send her a message. I don’t want to hear her stupid voice until she comes to see me face to face.”

Kanato: You’ve got a lot nerve to suddenly disappear and reappear just as suddenly! You’re lucky I liked your cake. GET BACK HERE.

[dancingwithtitans]

I continued to drive back home, nervously tapping my fingers against the steering wheel. Someone must have noticed the cake by now. So how long would he take to decide?

As if on queue, my phone buzzed. I pulled over before checking it. My eyes brimmed with tears as my hands began to shake. “He... He wants to see me!” I was about twenty minutes from the mansion, so I sent him a response to avoid making him any angrier.

Liz: I’m on my way!

I put the phone down and jerked the wheel, spinning the car into the opposite direction and heading back toward the mansion. I blinked back tears the whole drive, a huge smile plastered to my face. I’m glad I made him that cake.

When I got the the mansion, I parked my car and jumped out, running to the front door and throwing it open. “Kanato! I’m here!” I stepped inside and looked around, unable to see him. “Kanato?” I assumed he was in his room and walked to it, knocking on the closed door. “Kanato, it’s me... May I come in?”