"Troublesome. It is the only word befitting of such events and twisted irony."
She cast her gaze to her earrings, or as much as she could, when he mentioned to keep them intact. A frown marred her face at the statement. It wasn't her fault it was broken in the first place. That man had crushed it without warning and he was much faster than she was. That was what startled her that night. She was quick like a vampire, perhaps a noble, so it was the only thought that went through her mind was that he was a pure-blood. It would be the only explanation she had. She returned her attention towards the vampire once more. Fix it...again? So he was the reason why she had a new earring. Odd. That was truly odd in every sense. She remembered the first day she was given the earrings. They were disguised as a birthday gift, but she remembered that her father had been working diligently on them.
She had seen them before they were given to her. She hadn't minded though and wore them to please her family. She had ignored the way they would subtly touch due to how close they were walking together. It was due to the umbrella being a bit small. Not that she cared, she would have walked in the rain, but the soft purring from inside her jacket was the only reason why she wasn't. Irihi would get soaked if she let her stubbornness get the better of her, and she couldn't risk Irihi catching something because of it. She might act like she doesn't care, but she truly cares a lot for things. Some have noted it to be rather obsessive, but she never thought much about it. She was pulled from her thoughts when a single sentence left the pure-blood's mouth. She scoffed in response.
"Not everyone is in love with you," she stated, rolling her eyes in the process. She could see his amused smile and it only caused her to knit her brows together in annoyance. This man truly had a knack for irritating her greatly. She was still wondering why she was even holding the male's hand and speaking with him. This was by far their longest conversation they had ever had, and she wasn't keen as to where it was going. "It is not love when they look at you with such hungry eyes. They desire you, so they lust for you. These people are foolish," she added as she turned to meet his gaze. There was the defiance and annoyance lingering behind them again. She wasn't going to pretend what she knew what love was for everyone, and she didn't particularly care. But she wasn't exactly ignorant to not know the difference between lust and love.
She had been in love once, and even now she still was. There could never be another, and there never would be. She had decided upon that a long time ago. Whatever words that would have been stated, fell. He had spoken of aid, getting rid of the mark on her neck. Shizuka only furrowed her brows more before her eyes were set in a glare. He had placed her hand along his own neck where she could feel the steady beating of his heart. It felt odd against her hand and she wanted to remove it, however; he kept it pinned there. He then leaned in close to her face, something she didn't particularly like. He was too close for comfort, even as their lips were just a hairbreadth away, she had to resist the urge to bite him. She didn't like people close than what she had allowed, and this was getting far too deep into her personal bubble.
She was relieved when he pulled away and released her hand, however; the trickling sensation that assaulted her caused her face to twitch between the frown and a smile. He was touching the mark, or rather tracing it lightly, but the location of the mark was in the one spot that had been another of her weaknesses. As such, she had to bite back a laugh and keep herself from falling. She wouldn't admit it, but she was rather ticklish in that area. It is why a sigh of relief accidentally escaped her lips when he stopped. Her eyes then met his once more as he spoke of using a pure-blood to rid herself of the mark, but there was a catch. There was always a catch. Not only did both parties have to trust each other, but they would be forever connected. The smell of the sake overwhelmed her senses as he spoke those words.
The way he stated it though, caused a shiver to roll down her spine. She hated it. Either choice she had would still leave her bound to someone. It was either remain in servitude to the one who gave her the mark, or release the mark and forever be connected to another. The only remaining pure-blood in the school was him though. She had killed the blue-haired pure-blood and most of the class was only made up of Noble's and those on the lesser hierarchy. The rain finally let up as she turned to glance at the now empty sky. Time was up, or so he stated. She turned to face him once more. She truly hated this pure-blood, with everything she had.
Knew where to find him, he said. For what? Did he honestly believe that she would go to him for aide? She didn't miss the glare the silver-haired woman shot her, and she returned it ten-fold. She didn't particularly know the details behind the sudden change in demeanor for the silver-haired woman, but Shizuka didn't like it any less. She had no quarrel with the woman before, however; as of late the woman had been scratching at Shizuka's skin. And now, for the glare to be shot, Shizuka truly wondered if there was something wrong with the woman. Instead, she watched as they left before she huffed.
"Someone, somewhere hates me," she stated as she glanced down at Irihi who merely nodded in agreement. She sighed as a thought occurred. If both parties required trust between them, was he saying that he trusted her? She pursed her lips together in frustration. She gave him no reason to do so, and she didn't trust him at all. But then again...she didn't want to be at the mercy of that man who smelled of fresh rain. The words he spoke, they rang through her ears as if he were whispering them right now against her ears. She had to make a decision. Either way she was royally screwed. Either remain bound to that man, or create a connection with the one she despised. Choices were so easy to make now a days were they not?
"Irihi, I am about to make the most ludicrous decision in my entire life," she stated as Irihi merely tilted his head. So, she was going to do that. If he could smile, he would have, because he knew it would infuriate his master. Although he was required to intervene in any way possible, Irihi had other plans to go against his master. As such, he only remained in his spot as the red-haired prefect stalked through the hallways. She found the room she was looking for and almost ripped the door off. She ignored the gasps and whispers of the room, even the teacher who was a bit startled to see the prefect approach in such a way. Instead, her eyes narrowed in on the one she needed to find, and within a few strides, placed both of her palms against his seat and stared at those carmine red eyes she despised.
"Remove it," she demanded. There was no asking, after all, it was he who had offered. She was merely heeding the call.