Emperor of Mayhem

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DELIVER ME FROM MEMORIES

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It was already a week and a few days when I decided to try going to school, not because I would be writing my finals soon and couldn't afford to keep missing too much at school. It was because Mikhail was hellbent on me having to graduate this time around as if I would die if I didn't. 

So waking up this morning, I decided to check if I could handle it; if I could go through a day in school without Shiro. It was going to be difficult. I didn't even want to imagine it. And it scared me and hurt like hell when I did.

"Black or white?" Mikhail's sensually husky voice crashed into my deep thoughts and my head whipped in his direction to see him standing by the entrance of the walk-in closet, a pair of white stockings in one hand and black pairs in the other hand. Both were held up for me to see clearly and make a wise choice.

I gazed at the options for a few seconds, musing over what the differences were anyway. I didn't care what I wore or how I would look at school. I didn't want to be there in the first place. If anything, I just wanted this day to already be over. I could go to school barefooted if I chose to. 

"I don't know," I shrugged with a lazy sigh leaving my lips, "White I guess."

I was planning to wear my black sketchers. It was only a good bargain at making a fashion statement if I went with white stockings, right?

"White it is, then." He disappeared back into the room and my eyes went back to staring at my bare legs. And I wondered as I gazed at the slender legs how odd that there was not a single scar on either of them. Whatever happened to all those times hot tea or hot water poured on me? What about the many times I fell from my bike when I was ten and skinned my knee? How did the scars just disappear though? 

This finding of course wasn't a bother. I was just trying to distract myself with other thoughts. Like why didn't they put sugar in flatbreads? How did they even make books out of trees? That was quite disturbing. You are telling me that rain was generated from evaporation? So water was just hanging up there in the clouds and waiting for spring before dropping?

I heard people were living on Mars now. I wondered if I could survi—

"—Here." I jolted when I felt a rough hand grab my right leg, and it took me blinking one or two times before I registered that Mikhail had returned with the pair of knee-length stockings.

I watched every delicate movement of his slender fingers brushing my skin as he tried to fix the stretchy material into my leg. A gentle shiver rocked my spine when his finger grazed my inner thigh in an attempt to pull the stocking slightly above my knee.

Maybe my silence made him assume something was up with me as his head lifted, his sharp silver eyes hitting mine. For the first few seconds of his gaze, the air was knocked out of my lungs. I could never behold his sharp eyes up close and breathe normally almost immediately. It was something I would probably never be used to. He would look at me and it would feel like a microscope looking into my inner thought and exploring my desolate soul.

"You okay, baby?" He asked, picking up the other pair of stockings and repeating the same action he did with the other leg.

I nodded at first at his question but his eyes had shifted to my leg to make sure he was wearing it properly so he couldn't see me.

Realizing that, I hummed instead.

"Nervous?" His eyes returned to me as he pulled the material up my calf and dragged it toward my knee. His fingers once again brushed the sensitive skin of my inner thigh, and another warm shiver spiraled down my spine again.