Pasta It Is

"Kreiss!"

Sheloah called for Kreiss. He looked back, quickly hid the kitchen knife, then gave her a smirk.

Sheloah looked for him since she was bored being alone. She cocked her head to the left, wondering what he was doing.

"Why, princess," the boy just asked and he went near Sheloah, surprising her. "You want me to stay with you?"

Sheloah avoided his gaze as she pushed Kreiss. "No! I-I was just wondering where you went off to," the girl stammered. She took a small peek at the man in front of her then asked a question. "When are you going to let me go?"

Sheloah felt rather "safe" in the arms of the kidnapper. What was his motive? Whatever it was, Sheloah knew that he meant no harm despite his mysterious personality.

"Meh," Kreiss said as he waved his hand, looking disinterested. "Once I see what I want, then I'll let you go." This made Sheloah wonder.

"What do you mean?"