Eyes of Azure | Assassination Classroom

:: Attempt 22 | Bella Ciao ::

:: Attempt 22 | Bella Ciao (Unedited) ::
"O partigiano, portami via,
O bella, ciao! Bella, ciao! Bella, ciao, ciao, ciao!
O partigiano, portami via,
Ché mi sento di morir.
["Oh partisan, carry me away,
Oh beautiful, goodbye! Beautiful, goodbye! Beautiful, bye, bye, bye!
Oh partisan, carry me away,
For I feel I'm dying."]
- "Bella Ciao"; Italian Revolutionary Song (English translations from https://www.marxists.org/subject/art/music/lyrics/it/bella-ciao.htm; lyrics for chorus added by yours truly.)

x + x

[Location: A certain hotel in Okinawa, Japan.]

She sashays into the room, resembling more of a deadly viper than a real, flesh-and-blood woman. Her smile brightens as he turns to look towards her, acknowledging her presence.

She looks the same as ever - dark hair, equally dark and empty eyes, as well as lips glossed with scarlet lipstick. He looks away soon after, clenching his fingers into a tight fist behind his back. His hands are untied, but he feels bound, shackled in place as she walks closer, fingertips persistently skimming the curve of his cheek even as he turns his head away, avoiding her touch as much as he can.

"What are you doing here, Asuka?" He asks, but he knows it is but a rhetorical question - unneeded to be said, for the answer is all too obvious. And indeed, it is, yet she smiles even more, as though pleased with his curiosity.

It sickens him.

"Can't I see you every once in a while?" She purrs, her hands creeping across his upper back until they come to a rest upon his shoulders, her fingers clasping into a deadly net by the nape of his neck. Sousuke resists the primordial urge to flinch away from her grasp, after everything she's done, but he can't. Not yet, not yet; he's never been privy to her thoughts, but he's certain that displeasing one of his Sector Leaders is a disastrous idea, at the very least.

Especially in his rocky situation of late - he can't upset one of his few supporters, as scarce and far between as they are, currently. It will only tilt the power to their advantage. And that certainly won't do.

"I thought you were preoccupied with the rifts in your Sector," he replies, too stiffly for it to be casual, but she doesn't appear to mind. Rather, it's as if she's thrown caution to the wind ever since she became obsessed with him and now she's grown used to his limited resource of defenses.

Enoshima Asuka merely shifts her weight onto the balls of her stilletoed feet, the added height making her barely on par with the belligerent redhead himself. A few errant strands of her wispy black hair brushes against his jaw, and he stiffens at the touch.

"Oh, Shigure can handle them," she says nonchalantly, loosening her death grip upon the male in order to wave a flippant hand in exaggeration. At the slightest amount of freedom, Sousuke pulls away, distancing himself as much as he can without looking to irritate the female. And yet she still frowns at his course of action, the motion in itself reminding him of a child whose wants aren't satisfied.

But of course - Asuka is altogether more dangerous than some stubborn child.

"As a Sector Leader, you cannot be too lax with the members of your department of choice, Asuka," Sousuke uncrosses his arms, tension rippling through his frame at the reminder that she may pull another of her clingy attacks in the next few seconds if he doesn't escape as soon as he can. "Especially now that there is unrest within the Sibyl--"

She sighs. "You're becoming more and more boring as each day passes, dearest. Honestly, don't you know how to relax?"

He's tempted. Completely and utterly tempted to shout, to let loose all of his frustrations upon her ignorant form - How can I relax when you are breathing down my neck? How can I be free of my burdens when I alone carry the entirety of the problems of the Sibyl and its members upon my shoulders? How can I-- he stops, cutting off that train of thought. He can't go down memory lane right now. He can't.