Crying Soul Part 4
Duo was sitting in an armchair opposite the windows. Legs crossed, he laid a big book on his lap and opened it. It was the last gift he had received from his parents. It had been his thirteenth birthday and he had had only one wish - to get this book. And it had been fulfilled. He remembered telling his brother that he had no other things to wish for. The next day his family was dead...
He could feel the familiar stinging in his eyes. God, it has been five years already and the pain still didn't want let go. But soon it will be over. No more pain...
He could feel the man outside. He was coming and Duo was ready for him.
Duo looked up when the curtains moved revealing the man who would free him from his pain. It was the assassin - moving silently like a cat, clad all in black, white mask on his face, gun pointed at him...
And Duo smiled. Finally...
He looked the man straight in the eyes. They were cobalt blue, a really nice shade. And there were so many emotions in them. Coldness, pain, determination, sadness... All mixed together.
The killer was pointing the gun directly at Duo's head. One bullet and everything will be over. Duo laid the book on the small coffee table next to the comfortable armchair and closed his eyes.
"I was destined to be killed by you."
Duo didn't know where this sentence came from but it seemed fitting. This was his destiny. Meeting this man was his destiny. He felt it down to the bone. Nothing will be as it was anymore.
Duo waited for a moment and when nothing happened, he frowned and opened his eyes. The man was still standing in front of him but he didn't move. It was as if he was carved in stone. Only his eyes were alive showing his inner turmoil.
"You will do it, right?" he couldn't help to ask.
He saw the assassin's finger twitch on the trigger. He could see the hand starting to shake... And he couldn't watch the painful indecision anymore.
Duo stood slowly up - the gun and the haunting eyes moved with him - and crossed the short distance between them. He raised his left hand and laid it on the outstretched arm of the man who had come to kill him and pressed the gun against his own chest.
"It's okay. Shh. All you need to do is pull the trigger. I won't scream or beg. I *want* you to do it. Please?" he whispered.
When the killer didn't react he moved closer. He could feel the minute tremors running through the taut body. Raising his right hand he ran it up the man's left arm, over his shoulder to his neck. He was a little bit smaller than the stranger and so he had to look up at his face as he touched the white mask. For the first time he noticed the small cobalt blue tear painted in the corner of the mask's right eye.
"So sad... such a sadness in these beautiful eyes..." he whispered again.
His fingers ran back down his neck to the collar of his black shirt. He moved his hand under it, pushing the unbuttoned flaps out of the way revealing the warm tattooed skin of the man's chest.
The assassin reacted catching his wandering hand in his. The grip was firm but not enough to hurt.
Duo looked up from the pictures drawn in the killer's skin and saw the cobalt blue eyes watching him intently. He leaned even closer and heard the quick intake of breath the man took. Duo knew he was playing with fire, but the sudden burst of desire he felt for this stranger was almost overwhelming. It even succeeded in pushing his wish for dead into the background.
The gun was now pointing uselessly at the wall behind Duo as he was standing just a breath away from his destiny. His left hand slid up the man's right arm and moving higher stopped at the place where the white porcelain mask touched the skin. His fingers lingered there for a couple of seconds waiting for a reaction from the silent assassin. When none came, Duo took the mask and moving it to the side he revealed the unknown face under it...
TBC...
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