You Are the World to Me

Syaoran was walking around in the new world he landed himself in. He was in his own train of thought when someone stood from the bench and faced him, apparently this person sensed that he was coming. 

{ ♪ }— "In this world?" She repeated, her crimson hues focused on his childlike features curiously. What could he mean by that? Was he from a different country? That seemed to be the only logical conclusion. "Yes," she whispered softly in a tone devoid of emotion.

It wasn’t new that someone asked what were the items in her tiny arms. With the question being asked so often she always had an excuse thought up. It was like a routine for her: she would steal something, someone would ask where they came from, she would make up an excuse, then she would quickly leave to the safety of her home, the Watanabe Shrine. Nothing new. 

{ ♪ }— Inori didn't want to pry, as she had no reason to do so. She never wanted to be a burden to others or cause them harm, unless she had justification. And naturally, she wasn't the proper person to lecture small children about stealing. While, quite clearly, the act was wrong and wouldn't provide for a decent life in the future, the rose-haired girl did far worse to human beings than she would have liked to admit. She took lives, shot people down, and a part of her enjoyed it. A sick part of her, almost an entirely different person that dwelled inside her body thought that murdering was amusing and would drive her to do it more and more. I'm a monster, she thought to herself sadly, whilst looking down at the toys in the child's arms. 

  ▬ ☁ 〉 〉 Ikki didn’t know what to say. The girl seemed genuinely worried, like she was afraid he was going to jump at her any second now. Her expression even started to make him a little nervous. Did he really look like such a bad person? She then asked for his identity, but he could tell that she really wanted to know if he was an enemy or not.

{ ♪ }— Just as she had expected, he was treating her like she was a burden. She hated that feeling, it was one of the few emotions that pained her heart more than anything. Even emptiness itself would have been more bearable than the sensation she got from causing others difficulty. Cotton candy irises flickered up towards his complexion, and rosy lips formed an "o" shape as she replied.

The demon understood the girl’s longings for her friend. It was something that he used to feel. “I don’t mind helping you find him.” More than anything, he wish to help. For he do not like that helplessness that he saw within himself decades back.

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The demon gave the question a thought, but no answer seems to be clear. “I wasn’t really looking for anyone.” The demon replied softly. 

{ ♪ }— "I see," Inori responded with a sadness in her eyes. "I'm looking for Shu. I need to protect him..." She added, though her words trailed off as she felt like a burden for confessing such a thing to a stranger. 

  [♦]——Laura’s eyes widened as the girl so quickly shifted her attention, causing Laura to curse beneath her breath that she had been caught so quickly. In the midst of her mumbling, she’d realized that the girl had not only acknowledged her presence, but had spoken to her as well, “Ah, I’m…not…” she cleared her throat nervously, not wanting to make eye contact, she began to search around for the towels she had came for, “What are you doing here? Are you waiting for someone?” she said idly while peeking around and behind shelves.

{ ♪ }— Inori noticed the other girl fumbling for a response. Were all humans so feeble? The pinkette herself struggled to make conversation, and she had noticed recently that others were the same. Perhaps she was not the only one harboring such a curse- the curse that prevented her from being able to properly construct interesting dialogue. Still, she tried her best no matter what. Placing her delicate hand over her chest, she mumbled, "Shu. I am waiting for Shu..." Her words faded with uncertainty. It seemed her acquaintance was looking for something. "Have you misplaced something?" She inquired, knowing that she would be able to help, as she knew the storage room like the back of her hand.

  [♦]——Footsteps could be heard from all the way down the hall, the silver-locked woman brushing her fingers through her hair. Having just finished with practice, she had gone into the locker rooms only to find that there wasn’t enough towels in reply for all of the girls to shower, and she had been instructed with fetching them for the group. Approaching the storage room, she hears a soft voice from outside, barely audible but still there. She decides to proceed with extra caution, sliding the door open slowly, taking a silent breath before stepping inside. She sneaks by slowly towards where the towels had been placed before, a passing glance falling upon the back of the pink haired woman. 

{ ♪ }— Inori's song ended swiftly, and as soon as the last echo vibrated off the thin walls of the storage room, she turned around abruptly to face the other female. Whilst sitting on her heels, she rested her chin in her hands and glued her crimson hues on the other's thick grey locks. "You're not Shu," she observed, not intending to be rude or hurtful; she was merely expecting her beloved to show up, as this was the particular location in which he would hide from his tormentors or the stresses of his every day life.