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[i] His eyes gaze into her, and he sees the same look in her eyes that was so familiar to him. How could he not recognize it? It stared back into him every time he looked into a mirror. [/i] "I'm sorry about your friend." [i] He says in a quiet tone.[/i]
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[b]She blinks it away, bowing her head to avoid eye contact. This wasn't good for her. Her voice turns to a quiet mumble. She clenches her fists.[/b] [i][u]"Me too..."[/u][/i] [b]She couldn't face him, not if it brought everything flooding back. She didn't know what else to say. But what if this was the only way to remember him? The only way to see him once more? She wishes she could speak, pour out her whole story... But she didn't want to remember either. The conflicting emotions turn her skin a strange hue of pink.[/b]
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[i] He taps her on her knee, simple and lightly.[/i] "Hey..your skins pink." [i] He says with a chuckle.[/i]
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[b]She jerks back to life, her normal complexion seeping back through her skin.[/b] [i][u]"No it's not..."[/u][/i] [b]Her eyes are jittery. She isn't very good at hiding something.[/b]
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"I have eyes hon." [i] He says in a simple tone. Not accusing, just, a statement.[/i]
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[i][u]"Just... An old blush I picked up long ago."[/u][/i] [b]She gives a small nod as if coming to a conclusion about her own statement.[/b]
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[i] He chuckles at the statement.[/i] "Tell you what, I'll make you a deal."
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[b]She lifts her head and darts her eyes away from his gaze.[/b] [i][u]"What is it...? The deal..."[/u][/i]
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"If you tell me why your skin changes colors, I'll tell you something about myself." [i] He says with a smile. He hopes she takes the offer, knowing he's been sparing with info about himself and hoping she's as curious as she seems.[/i]
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[b]Anumi, can't help but let the words out. She doesn't have the strength to take them back. She crossed a one way street. Damn.[/b] [i][u]"Alright..."[/u][/i] [b]It was like this with Damien. She couldn't help herself around him. She didn't ever think first.[/b] [i][u]"But this doesn't change... Our thoughts on each other?"[/u][/i]
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"Of course not." [i] He says with a warming smile.[/i] "Although I don't know your thoughts about me." [i] He says with a chuckle.[/i]
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[b]She takes off her hat and slowly unbuttons her shirt and skirt. Her skin turns a hue of purple. Her eyes burn a brilliant shade of purple, like luminous coral. A blue and red chitin grows over her like a shell, covering her body so she isn't naked. She looks like a giant piece of plaster costume. Her skin is fairly smooth but there are scars from apparent burns and cuts covering her from neck to toe. It's hard to see her face as a large portion of chitin has formed around her eyes and upper head leaving strands of brilliantly colored hair swaying. Anumi gives a bleak smile.[/b] [i][u]"It's like Shrek... Except no happy ending."[/u][/i]
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"You're not human." [i] He says, completely deadpan, no deciding factor of anything in his tone as his eyes scan her body.[/i]
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[i][u]"Atea... Though... Weaponry fits the bill too..."[/u][/i] [b]Anumi takes a deep breath. Short and simple. That's all she needed.[/b] [i][u]"Back... On my home planet... I was used as a war machine... And when I didn't comply..."[/u][/i] [b]She holds out a wrist. It has a few small scars and one long ripple like mark that looks like something had slithered onto her skin and left a permanent indentation.[/b]
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[i] He lightly grabs her wrist in a calming hold, and examines it, looking back down at her.[/i] "I'm sorry Anumi."
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[b]She shrugs. Though, she did feel relieved to have let it off her chest. The protective shelling begins to fold again and she quickly covers herself with her skirt and shirt. She leaves the hat on the couch. Her skin smooths out completely as the scars disappear. Her skin pales once more to a light complexion. Her eyes flash their normal blue and her hair almost glistens back into a normal black. She readjusts herself on the couch. She has almost forgotten the original deal, getting caught up in a swirl of thought.[/b]
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[i] He smiles, resuming his original position at the bottom of the couch at her feet.[/i] "In exchange for that, I'll do you one better; I'll answer some questions that you may or may not have about me."
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[i][u]"I guess... All I need to know... Do you fight for what you believe in...?"[/u][/i]
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[i] He smiles.[/i] "Yes, I do."
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[b]Anumi lays back, curling up on the couch. She stares ahead at one of the many fish tanks decorating the lounge.[/b] [i][u]"Guess that's it then..."[/u][/i]
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"Are you sure?" [i]He says, standing up and sitting on the couch at her feet.[/i]
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[i][u]"Yeah... I feel better..."[/u][/i] [b]The gentle patter of the last few remaining disappear and the clock on the wall lets out a small ring, signifying midnight.[/b]
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"Alright." [i] He stands up, walking over and kneeling in front of her, his face about 6 inches from hers. She smells peppermint on his breath, and his breath is cold on her face.[/i] "If you ever need anything Anumi, all you have to do is ask." [i] A small smile plays at his lips.[/i]
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[b]She gives a meek smile as well.[/b] [i][u]"I will."[/u][/i]
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[i] He gives her a gentle kiss on her forehead, smiling as he stands up and turns his back to her, walking away.[/i]
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[spoiler]End[/spoiler]
