Our One Week Anniversary (Aixa)

[Deleted]

[/i]

Was she seriously going to let Aixa anywhere near her family or was she going to try to tell him he wasn’t invited?! She swallowed carefully as she realized that she had not bought him a single thing either. The whole week had just rushed by and Pippa had completely forgotten. Did he expect a plethora of luxurious gifts? Salt and Steel were not good for Aixa, what if something else was? She might give him some candle with some random ingredient he was allergic to and he might think she was attacking him. She couldn’t just ask him, she was too afraid that would offend him.

Pippa pulled off her sheets and tip-toed down the hallway. When she reached the living room, she stood on her tiptoes to peer over the edge of the couch. And sure enough, he was fast asleep... or at least it looked like he was asleep. He might be faking it.

The best thing to do, was to do what she was trying to do all week. Hold onto anything normal. She would make herself some breakfast, nothing sweet, a real breakfast, and then she would get dressed. Rubbing her tired eyes, she made her way into the kitchen. She could make some bacon and eggs. She was weird and didn’t salt or pepper her eggs, and there was no need to touch bacon. Pippa pulled open the fridge door and started gathering ingredients, but when she saw the bacon, she was reminded of her dream. Just eggs then.

Pippa’s life wasn’t going to be remotely the same again... was it?[/font][/ul]

[Deleted]

To say that this had been the most awkward week of Aixa’s relatively young life would have been the understatement of the century. The millennium. Hey, maybe even the course of the entire universe. The point was that he and Pippa seemed to do an odd sort of dance around each other constantly. She was terrified of upsetting his “wrath” (even though he was a fairly laid-back Amir, if you asked him), and he was terrified of upsetting her.

It also didn’t help that he had used a great amount of trickery to become her Djinn. It wasn’t the best way to greet a new mistress, but that hadn’t been his fault. Any way he had approached her probably would have ended the same way. And all things considered, he thought he handled her paranoid schizophrenic wary attitude well. He had tried to make things as easy as possible for her, but that was terribly hard to do when you had a mistress that was scared – literally, probably – of her own shadow.

He stared up at the ceiling, alone with his racing thoughts. Although he could sleep, he didn’t need to. And lately he found himself fretting during the night about Pippa, focusing on listening to her breathing with his acute hearing. The sunlight was pushing through the curtains, and Aixa shut his eyes, covering his eyes with his forearm. Thankfully, it wouldn’t last for long. The sun never did in England, he’d come to realize.

Aixa sighed, curling up and muttering in Arabic under his breath. His ears perked as he heard his mistress get out of bed. If he had a tail, it’d be wagging like crazy. Wait... if she looked at him, and she knew that he was awake, then that would mean that she would realize that he could hear her movements throughout the house. And wouldn’t that set off her paranoia even more?! Aixa snuggled into the couch, trying to look like a docile sleeping lamb.

He heard her pause next to the couch and he remained still. He figured that he had her well enough fooled; she went to the kitchen and he heard her rustling around in the kitchen and preparing food. Humans called this... ‘breakslow’, didn’t they? No, no, that wasn’t write at all. They didn’t break slow, they breaked fast. Breakfast! Yes! He sat up, perching on the arm of the couch as he stared into the kitchen with wide eyes.

He finally slid off the couch and drifted into the kitchen, watching her intensely. “Are we breaking fast?”

[Deleted]

[/b] Aixa’s voice startled her to say the least.

“Eek!” As Pippa squeaked, her spatula slammed down onto the frying pan, knocking it over. ”Uh- yeah! No! No, it’s not breaking fast- it’s breakfast! But you can call it breaking fast if you want to!”

She tried to quickly put the egg back into the pan, but it was hot and it burned her fingers. She pulled most of it inside, but pieces fell into the fire. She had tried to be neat but the yoke had spilled over onto the stove and the side of the pan. She laughed nervously, more concerned that Aixa would be unhappy.

”So how did you-” Pippa couldn’t resist it any longer, her finger stung so badly she stuck it into her mouth briefly, then shook it, "-sleep?"

The smell of smoke left Pippa to whirling around, clumsily flinging her spatula against the wall, to look at the egg that was burning under her pan. She tried to move the pan from the fire but the yolk on the side erupted into what seemed to Pippa a very large flame. She let go quickly and it toppled over the side spilling the egg onto the stove yet again.

Pippa backed up, feeling her entire body tense up. Her flat was going to ignite and she was going to burn to death! [/font][/ul]

[Deleted]

“Uh- yeah! No! No, it’s not breaking fast – it’s breakfast!” she corrected him. Aixa’s head canted to the side as he listened to her correct him. The pale eyes shifted over to the frying pan, and he advanced slowly, wondering if he should help her. “But you can call it breaking fast if you want to!” she told him. He smiled at her.

The egg dumped out of the frying pan and he bit his fingernails, wondering if he should be trying to help her. But the last few times he’d tried to help Pippa, he’d ended up giving her close to a heart attack. He wasn’t sure if it was because she didn’t like him or if it was because he was a scary guy, but he didn’t want to keep frightening her out of her poor mind.

“So how did you-” Pippa paused, putting her finger in her mouth. He took another step forwards, concerned. “-sleep?” she asked.

“You’re hurt,” he said, pouting at her. He could help her with that, if she’d only let him. But she would never let him, would she? It wasn’t so much that she was fiercely independent (which Aixa had a feeling she was, if only because she was too paranoid to ask for help) as it was that she was honestly afraid of him. Aixa was more than a little insecure about their relationship, but he felt a trifle better knowing that Pippa didn’t trust anyone.

“I slept fine,” he answered quietly, watching behind her warily. “Um, Pippa, I think you should turn the s--” Fire. The words died on his lips, watching as Pippa flung her spatula and then the pan toppled over and the fire kept getting larger. Aixa sighed and came behind her, guilt clawing at his stomach as he realized that she’d only caused this whole thing because he’d startled her.

Her body tensed up and he brushed by her, smiling at her nervously. He placed his hands on the stove and the fire licked up his arms, entering his mouth. He turned back to her and tilted his head, biting his fingernails nervously. “I’m made from fire... sort of. Umaarr are more adept with earth, but we can absorb fire. The Ifrits are those that can manipulate fire. The Marid are the water Jinn. But we all have a fire core, except for the Marid.”

Aixa bit his lip, realizing belatedly that, although many humans would have been delighted that their new housepet could fireproof the house, Pippa would have only taken it as more proof of how different Aixa was. “Um... I can do something about your finger. It won’t hurt, I promise.”

[Deleted]

He came up, close enough to touch her and her whole body tensed. It was like Pippa’s whole body was instinctively shrinking, and she almost broke her cardinal rule about wishing for things. She wanted to disappear. Pippa didn’t know if wishes in thought counted or not. All she knew, was that she didn’t dare find out if wishes were dangerous. That age old saying rang as a real threat in her life now, be careful what you wish for.

When Aixa reached out to put his hand onto the stove, Pippa grabbed his sleeve with the slightest grip in existence.

“You’ll burn yourself!” Pippa let out a feeble squeak. Aixa hurting himself was not something she desired. He could become angry and lash out at her... and even if he didn’t, his burning corpse was already reaching out for her behind her glassy eyes.

The fire leapt onto his arm, Pippa felt her whole body jump. Her hands clamped onto her mouth as she took in a sharp gasp. Those flames trailed up his arm and into his mouth, like some kind of satanic ritual. She couldn’t run, she could move. She was petrified as she watched this demonic action happen before her own eyes. The worst part was the fact that this was real. It wasn’t a dream. She wasn’t going to wake up.

She couldn’t breath.

Aixa returned to normal and turned to face her. She half expected his eyes to glow and a forked tongue to slither from this lips. Instead, he looked nervous as he bit his fingernails. The fire was gone. It was just her and Aixa.

“I’m made from fire...” he said, Pippa took in a swift gasp of air and let it out. “sort of. Umaarr are more adept with earth, but we can absorb fire. The Ifrits are those that can manipulate fire. The Marid are the water Jinn. But we all have a fire core, except for the Marid.”

Pippa was taking very swift and deep breaths of air, it was like her body was spiraling out of control. Heart was still beating like a locomotive and adrenaline was pulsing through her veins.

“Um... I can do something about your finger. It won’t hurt, I promise.” Aixa said.

Pippa flinched, even though he didn’t approach her.

“Y-yeah...” Pippa tried to ignore the tingle in her hands. She lifted her arm for him to inspect the burn but collapsed to the floor in a dead faint.

[Deleted]

Pippa looked as though she had just seen him sacrifice a child to Satan. Aixa looked away from her, embarrassed. He wasn’t sure why she was capable of sending him into spiraling chills of self-doubt, but she was. Pippa’s look of terror didn’t fade. “I’m sorry,” he muttered, his face a bright red as she flinched away from his voice. He’d only been trying to help. Why did he always bungle up his efforts? He was trying to get her to like him. Didn’t she understand that this was just as strange for him?

And now she was hyperventilating. Aixa felt anxiety clench at his chest. She was a nervous wreck and it was his fault. Sure, maybe Pippa had always been on the verge of a nervous breakdown, but that was before she’d realized that all of the scary things she imagined were actually real. Aixa was like a reminder of all the bad and scary things in the world. He shifted his weight to his other foot, trying to best figure out how to not be scary without scaring Pippa. She didn’t like when he transformed into cute animals. She wasn’t such a fan of him acting adorable. Likewise, she just... didn’t seem to like him at all.

He took a hesitant step closer to her as she agreed to let him help her. “Okay,” he said gently, approaching slowly, the way one might approach a snarling and rabid dog. Or a fearful cat stuck in a tree. Pippa lifted her arm towards him and Aixa was in the process of breathing a sigh of relief when Pippa fainted. Aixa squeaked indignantly, disintegrating into a cloud of blue mist to move faster behind the human, reassembling himself behind her. He put her head on his shoulder, a bit proud he’d managed to catch her before she had smacked her head on the ground.

Pippa with a head injury was the last thing the world needed. He put his hand through hers, and it glowed a soft blue, covering the burn. His energy would harden when it was done fully healing her – a few minutes – and fall off. “Um... Pippa? You’ve never fainted before. Is that normal? Should I call an ambulance?” he asked, running his fingers absent-mindedly through her hair.