1 The Potential Second Chance [Aizou/No-kill] Sat May 21, 2016 11:24 pm
Maigo
D-rank
Maigo sat in the lobby of the hotel he met her at, sitting on a soft chair to the side of the lobby with a small bouquet of flowers, what a cliche act. A few other empty chairs and some magazines on the table in front of him, but Maigo didn't bother with any of that. He nervously rubbed his hands against his pants, cold sweats are the worst and he didn't get this nervous often. He was even a bit dressed up for the occasion, wearing a nice pair of jeans that gave a slightly faded look and a nice pair of black shoes. He also wore a long sleeve black shirt, a nicer material but nothing fancier, he honestly wasn't sure why he was dressed up other than a potential chance to impress Aizou. And that was really all the justification he would need to go all out, if she would even hear him out at all.
His exit from their previous encounter the other day was less than abrupt, and hopefully, she didn't take it too poorly. So Maigo anxiously waited in the hotel lobby, shiny floors and his own chest sunk all the way through his body, through the chair, and onto that floor. He wondered about how she was, if she would even show up, and what would happen. He was already nervous just from the idea of getting together again, he did really hold something for her, whatever that may be, he wanted to explore that. But his escalation didn't help at all, so he sat there with his flowers wondering how much longer he had until she arrived. He rolled back his sleeve to reveal a small silver watch, one that his step father let him borrow for the night, it was a cheap watch but it held some sentimental value.
5:55 it read. He exhaled while he sat there and kept to his own, wondering if time could slow down a little bit more. Just a few more minutes he supposed, there was always a chance that she could be late because that's almost exactly what Maigo would do. He couldn't fault her for anything wrong though, with him leaving quickly he would be a little surprised if she even showed up.
To be completely honest though, he wasn't worried about her showing up or anything, he wanted her to, very badly! His thoughts were running wild, he honestly just hoped that she wouldn't catch onto the lull in his temperment. Or notice that his eyes would be a little colder than they were two days ago or that his voice was still shaky from what he had done. So much had happened, finding out he had a sister and mauling those three bandits until there was almost nothing but pulp and bone. It was a very dark and raged filled side of himself he didn't know existed, and looking at the aftermath of it, he wanted to bury it.
To be even more honest, he wasn't sure that the cold sweat his palms and feet were going through were entirely Aizou's fault, ever since that afternoon it hadn't really left him. To think about it in another manner, he was anxious to see her and distract himself in something good after so much happening, but truly, he hoped that the distraction would be greater than the storm brewing in his mind. Ideas of discarding bodies and an estranged father out there hunting his sister because of a hatred for her, he was so happy and so full of anger and disappointment at the same time.
So he sat there, his breathing in a bit of a flurry and his eyes apathetically looking at the flowers that sat there with him, waiting for her to arrive. He was in such a tussle that he hadn't even thought about what he would say, or to keep an eye out for her arrival. For all the good he wanted to do and to come out of the night, he was really starting it off on the wrong foot, and after leaving poorly on the other foot too. Oh well, just wait and hope for the best, keep moving forward, it's all he could tell himself to keep his mind together.
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His exit from their previous encounter the other day was less than abrupt, and hopefully, she didn't take it too poorly. So Maigo anxiously waited in the hotel lobby, shiny floors and his own chest sunk all the way through his body, through the chair, and onto that floor. He wondered about how she was, if she would even show up, and what would happen. He was already nervous just from the idea of getting together again, he did really hold something for her, whatever that may be, he wanted to explore that. But his escalation didn't help at all, so he sat there with his flowers wondering how much longer he had until she arrived. He rolled back his sleeve to reveal a small silver watch, one that his step father let him borrow for the night, it was a cheap watch but it held some sentimental value.
5:55 it read. He exhaled while he sat there and kept to his own, wondering if time could slow down a little bit more. Just a few more minutes he supposed, there was always a chance that she could be late because that's almost exactly what Maigo would do. He couldn't fault her for anything wrong though, with him leaving quickly he would be a little surprised if she even showed up.
To be completely honest though, he wasn't worried about her showing up or anything, he wanted her to, very badly! His thoughts were running wild, he honestly just hoped that she wouldn't catch onto the lull in his temperment. Or notice that his eyes would be a little colder than they were two days ago or that his voice was still shaky from what he had done. So much had happened, finding out he had a sister and mauling those three bandits until there was almost nothing but pulp and bone. It was a very dark and raged filled side of himself he didn't know existed, and looking at the aftermath of it, he wanted to bury it.
To be even more honest, he wasn't sure that the cold sweat his palms and feet were going through were entirely Aizou's fault, ever since that afternoon it hadn't really left him. To think about it in another manner, he was anxious to see her and distract himself in something good after so much happening, but truly, he hoped that the distraction would be greater than the storm brewing in his mind. Ideas of discarding bodies and an estranged father out there hunting his sister because of a hatred for her, he was so happy and so full of anger and disappointment at the same time.
So he sat there, his breathing in a bit of a flurry and his eyes apathetically looking at the flowers that sat there with him, waiting for her to arrive. He was in such a tussle that he hadn't even thought about what he would say, or to keep an eye out for her arrival. For all the good he wanted to do and to come out of the night, he was really starting it off on the wrong foot, and after leaving poorly on the other foot too. Oh well, just wait and hope for the best, keep moving forward, it's all he could tell himself to keep his mind together.
[732 words]