seven

Miaka sat in the kitchen, an inch of ash dangling from her cigarette hanging from between her fingers. With each drag a new memory popped in and out of her brain.

She turned to her side, shocked to see the grin of her so called souls-mate. He grinned maniachally.

Stop trying to read my mind, she thought, amazed at his persistance.

"Why did you leave the enclosure and come here?" she asked, more to herself than to Eigen.

He answered non the less.

"Because you did," he said, stealing her cigarette and taking a drag. "It was way too boring there without you."

"But what about all the others?" she asked. "You were meant to stay back to protect them while I went off to save the world."

To the last part she added air quotes. There was no point in pretending anymore. She was not the one. Not the main character. It had to be one of these powerful men.

She stared left and right, taking in the scene. The birds, the bees and the humming of electricty as the kettle boiled well past full.

She picke