“Aww come on Aya, it’ll be fun!”
Fun? What the hell does he mean by fun? We’re assassins, killers. We’re not supposed to have fun.
And yet…
No!
“What makes you think I want to have fun?”
Now why the hell did I ask him that? I must be slipping to show him such weakness. Him, of all of them.
“Everyone needs to have some fun, Aya, even you.”
“I. Do. Not. Need. To. Have. Fun.”
He shrugs, totally impervious to my flash of temper as usual. “Suit yourself,” he says and turns away dismissively. Something inside me rages at being ignored so easily by him but I say and do nothing, simply stand there and wait for him to leave.
Only…
“Wait,” I say suddenly, surprising myself.
He sighs and turns to look at me. His green eyes are wary which should please me as it means he’s gradually learning to fear me and I want that, don’t I?
Such beautiful eyes…
“How long will this take?”
The wariness disappears to be replaced by a flash of anger. “Why do you want to know, Aya? So you can compartmentalise your life even more? Assign x number of hours to the box marked leisure?”
His words hurt me, though I refuse to let it show. He has more than enough power over me as it is. “I have to go somewhere later,” I tell him, “and I don’t wish to be late.” I can’t miss my visit to the hospital even though she never wakes, never opens her eyes. I cannot abandon her until she can look after herself. I owe her both that and our revenge.
“What time is your appointment?” he asks, breaking into my train of thought.
Appointment? I can visit anytime I wish. Oh wait, I used that as an excuse didn’t I?
“This evening,” I say.
“Then you have enough time if you want to come.”
And so easily he slams the ball back into my court, leaving the decision to me. Damn him!
“Okay.”
The word is out of my mouth before I can stop it and it throws me completely. I stand there, flabbergasted. His reaction is almost as ludicrous as he stands there with his mouth open before grinning broadly.
“Great!”
I know I should get my coat but I can’t stop staring at his generous mouth. Oh God, how I want to kiss it, to feel those soft lips against mine.
“Aya?”
His voice should break the spell but doesn’t. Not this time. His obvious confusion simply fuels my desire and before I realise what I’m doing I’ve stepped forward and twisted my fingers in his hair. I pull until his mouth is against mine and I kiss him.
He goes perfectly still for a split second that seems like an hour. How will he react? Will he hit me? Part of me hopes that he will. It’s what I deserve, after all, for giving in to my desires like this.
Then…
Oh God, oh God, oh God! He’s kissing me back and I’m clinging to him and his arms have gone round my waist and…
Then it stops.
I open my eyes to find him staring at me, his eyes serious for once, and I feel like a naughty schoolboy.
“I…er…”
“Shush,” he says and kisses me again.