She quickly took in air, removing herself from his chilled form, desperately clutching at her temple, appraising the damage. Taka laughed, rolling onto his back like a small child, relishing the moment.
“You actually pulled the bloody trigger?!” She couldn’t help raising her voice.
Taka took a moment to recover, but looked up at her through his light curls, “You knew, as well as I, bullets from a simple pistol wouldn’t scar you,” He smiled, brilliantly, surprising her with his broad, almost childish glow, radiating from his smile. “Dearest Kimen.” He added quietly, awaiting a reaction.
She looked down on him with a quick glare, still touching her head. “I despise such a title,” She growled, knowing full well of his knowledge on the topic.
“Well you’ll always be my Shoujo? How about that, Shoujo? Will you stop? A wound isn’t going to appear later on, it’s done, over.” She finally dropped her hand, folding it inside the other. “I know! Akume! A name to express a long time obsession,” Taka sat upright to meet her eyes.
“Akume,” She muttered.
Wild, unmanageable, horse.
“Ha, the perfect name to start your new life!” He smiled proudly, still with a hint of childish glow.
A never ending one…
“Please,” He muttered, taking up her hands in his. The grip was gentle. “Don’t think so poorly on this life style, it’s not so bad.” He forced a half smile. “We can live, fairly normal lives.”
“And the markings? You have them too, right?”
He could see her concern and smiled, “They fade after a bit, then they just start looking like tattoos, plus you can cover them up. It’s really not that big of a deal,”
Small tears began forming in Akume’s gentle brown eyes.
“Please,” He muttered again, slowly leaning into her and hesitating only a moment before kissing her cheek, lifting away a tear with his lips, “It’s not so bad.”