Touch of Destiny

Day-Dreaming

Natasha looked at the moon high on the night sky, thinking that probably is between one and two of the morning by the set of the shining pale moon. Despite the clarity of the night, the chill running makes her tremble, even if she was using her usual kimono. Sleeping is assaulting her mind too but thinking that "he" could be still there, waiting to finish what he started, makes her refuse to go back. She waited for more a half of hour (or she thought so to be a half of a hour) and reluctantly, returned to the building.

- 'Damn he and his good looking.' - When it comes to love, she's an emotional teenager. Despite already being an adult, she's still a maiden. Isn't like she don't like sex or don't want a boyfriend, is more like she didn't find the right person (in fact, she did find but she doesn't have sure if a certain black-haired vice-captain would correspond her feelings...)

Taking courage, she summons the portal directly into the corridor of her room. Checking both sides and seeing that are empty. The door was closed. - 'At least he was kind enough to close it.' - She opens the door of the room, scanning the area twice, realizing that no one is there. She released the breath that she was holding from the time she had entered in.

Natasha goes to the bed and collapses on it. Soon she gropes in the table that was in the side of the bed and picks up her cell phone. A message flashed on the screen, it was Drake's.

Our fight will be on Saturday at 14 o'clock, so prepare yourself because I'll not take lightly on you.

She sighed loudly. – "You need to grown up, Drake."

She sends the message; thinking if is necessary to talk at her two older friends about what happened a few hours ago. Then she shook her head, thinking that probably they'll laugh their asses off until eternity.

Or not. Perhaps Lucius end the unfortunate's race of the magician...

When she puts the phone back on the table, she sees a red rose with a playing card lying under the flower. - 'This guy doesn't now how to give up...' - She takes the card and reads it.

Ichigo-chan, your kiss has the taste of that same fruit that I named you. Be warned that I'll kiss you again, no matter where you are. So be careful where you're going by yourself, ma cherrie.

The swordsman looks at the letter. - 'How can this be? Now I'm being followed by this pervert, I will definitely have to talk with Lucius ... '

Do not take it anymore, she tears the card into a thousand pieces and burn them, throwing the ashes in the sink. She takes the rose and throws out the window. Tiredness takes a toll on her, her body hitting the soft mattress and sleep intently .

Half awake, half sleepy, she feels someone lying beside her, two strong arms involving and drawing her closer to solid warmness. Following it, a leg curls up in her right thigh, warm hands caressing settling on her waist. So then, her dreams were involved with things like strawberries, cherries and a particular auburn pursuer.

Hours later, with the sun already high in the sky, she wakes up in a start. Looking at the side of the bed sees that it was empty. The brunette is certain have felt someone there. Maybe her tiredness makes her think that there is someone...

Taking her cellphone to look at the clock, she curses loudly. - "﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽﷽. I've 'leep to much!'the'clock, she curses loudly. - ep intently ."Damn, is 1 pm. I've slept to much!" - She stands up, takes a bath (to get the horrible smell of cherry that was filled) and left in the corridors searching for her two little friends.

RED = BLOOD + LOVE + LUST

Hisoka's plans weren't that perfect as he imagined, but has a bonus. The memory of the swordsman's lips was the best he had.