Morrow groaned, reaching back and stretching out his back. His eyes hurt, his hands were sweaty and what was that damn smell in the air!? The sky seemed too blue to bear and he closed his eyes, slowly sitting in a chair his body almost seeming to fold in on itself as if the bones in his body had turned into toothpaste. To his left a fire felt like it was blazing but he ignored it, trying to make his body stop feeling jittery from all the traveling. His most recent host had been the most indecisive person he had met in a long time, and made morrow take him to three different locations before finally settling at the LOCATION THEY HAD STARTED AT. For that one Morrow had charged him more than he normally would, and just told the confused man that was his usual price. That would show him…
The spot next to him that felt hot got hotter, and confused now he opened his eyes and looked to his left to find… well a figure. Her figure was a bit smaller than average, with a small bust and smoky-black colored fur. Her eyes were closed hiding the color of her pupils, but they seemed to have graceful lashes, a bit darker than her fur. Her hair was… well it was litteraly fire. Blue fire the color of an ocean converted to flame to blue lightning in from bottom to top, flickering and seeming to play along her head but still have the same physics as hair, falling along her back in short curls while being a bit longer in the front. Her tail was also nothing like a normal tuff of hair, but instead a long curving scythe the end being blue like her hair, seeming sharp enough to cut the bench she sat upon in half.
She wore something like a robe, but this unlike her seemed a bit ragged as if torn by age, and surprisingly barely long enough to cover her thighs. Her feet were bare, and on one leg a pair of scissors could be seen tied to her leg by a red band. Despite all this though, despite her strange atire and look… he found himself attracted to her. It was of course now, while he looked at her his eyes turned red and suddenly he couldn’t see. Or at the very least, not the present. His eyes saw in the future the two of them together, sitting on the couch pressing to each other happily and then next him being beaten by a black cat on the head as she laughed nearby. Then finally a tender moment between the two, with lips meeting and eyes closing. Then as he blinked, it was all gone.
“Excuse me miss, are you alright? You seem sad,” he asked, smiling a bit incase she was jumpy. It turned out she was, so jumpy that for the next three seconds Morrow couldn’t see her. Not until he looked up at least to find her hurting back down and, by some chance, straight into his lap. Only now he saw her eyes, pitch black as a moonless night yet seeming to gleam as she stared at him in evident surprise. “Wait a minute… you can see me?” she asked, seeming confused before looking down and realizing she was in my lap and quickly pushed herself out blushing just a bit. “A-and able to touch me?”
“What do you mean? Are most not able too?”
She raised an eyebrow, looked around at their surroundings and pointed with a finger to the nearby school. “If I could be seen by everyone I think they would all be screaming..”
“Oh I doubt that, more likely they would think you looked very cool,” he said with a smile looking to the school.
“Cool?”
“Well i don’t think they could quite understand you, but they would find your appearance cool,”
“Hmm.. maybe, but anyway who are yo-” she cut off with a flinch, and looking down I saw the scissors had slightly poked her, the sharp steel making a small trickle of blood fall down her leg. “Sorry i have buisness to do..”
“Ah, i see need a bit of help?” Morrow asked, then before she could respond grabs her arm gently and his eyes turn yellow, the world around them suddenly sped up but not them, the world rotating without them until they were inside the school, watching a boy struggle to carry three boxes stacked ontop of each other. The woman stared at him for a second, surprised, before frowning and turning to the kid grabbing her scissors.
My vision turned a bit red as I saw what would happen, and looked at her realising what she was. I watched, as she sadly opened the scissors and waited as the youth struggled to move them. “Ah, i see,” he said simply as he tripped backwards, and was evidently crushed as the scissors closed. they both stood there in silence for a second, then one second later they were back at the bench and he sat back down his eyes going back to their natural pale color. She looked at him, then poking him in the ribs she asked “So how are you doing that?”
“Doing what?”
“The eye thing”
“What eye thing?”
“... do you not know what your doing?” she asked with a confused face, and he frowned not sure what she meant. Sighing she leaned back and closed her eyes again resting a bit. After a bit he tried to put an arm around her shoulder and she twitched away surprised looking at me. “Anyway... whats your name?”
“Ah My name is Morrow eyes, and yours?”
“Inum..”
“Thats a pretty name,” I said, smiling a bit and her cheeks turned the slightest bit red.
“W-what are you talking about?”
“Just what I thought,” he responded smiling innocently, before standing up. “Hey if your open would you mind maybe coming home with me for a bit? You don’t seem to have much else to do”
She stared at me, seeming to consider the offer before slowly rising, warily, and nodded. Then we were off, this time walking since it seemed she wasn’t used to my special type of movement, and we headed on towards the home in the distance. He found his hand drifting towards hers, and without noticing as she walked the back of her hand touched his just a bit, barely a single spot of skin. He thought it still felt nice though.
“So… Morrow, why are you taking me to your house?”
“I want to get to know you,”
“Uh-huh, well maybe i shouldn't come along then,” she said raising an eyebrow. He smiled a bit, knowing well she would come anyway and as they reached the house he opened the door for her.
As she walked in he saw her take in his small but comfy home, with a kitchen, hallway with two guest bedrooms one of which he occupied, and a little living room to relax in. “Huh, how do you manage to afford this place?” she asked over her shoulder as i walked in behind her. “Turns out taxi’s get pretty good pay, and I get to charge extra for being the fastest around,” I said proudly, although decided not to mention the more or less constant eyepains from my job.
It was strange how it worked, almost as if his speed and ability to transport others was linked to his eyes. It seemed whenever something happened like travel or time manipulation Morrow’s eyes stung a bit more. He had to buy eyedrops constantly to keep them from hurting, but it still wasn’t as bad as paying for gas. “I think your more than a taxi morrow,” she said with a small smile before beginning to explore. As she did, he went and began to prepare dinner it being that time of day, a nice steak and garden salad.
Scenes seemed to play through his head in a red haze while he worked, and before long he felt the feeling of heat behind him as she watched, seeming interested as he cut and cooked the meat in long strips. She even jumped as he turned his head and asked if she wanted to learn how. She responded with a nod, and he showed her how to make the garden salad giving instructions from over her shoulder and from the stove while he finished the meat. Around thirty minutes later everything was finished and they sat down to eat, Morrow sliding his steak strips into the salad to eat together while she ate them separately.
“Your a pretty good cook,” she said gleefully, sticking another piece of steak into her mouth and in a matter of seconds chewed and swallowed the slice while already stabbing her fork into another. “Why thanks, I have a lot of time to practice,” he responded warmly, and after another ten minutes both finished with their meals, pushing the plates aside to let their stomachs rest. As her eyes met his again, she tilted her head just slightly and asked, “what now?”