Feeling the morning lights my eyes fluter open but I am deprived of the leisure of stretching. Almost immediately, I shut close my eyes readying myself for the worst case scenario my heart would have to face, the face of the god of the Underworld. But as I strain my neck to the side I find myself alone in the vast bed.

The disappointment I feel makes me wonder if I actually liked being forced immobile by a certain god who sleeps in my hair.

The answer soon reveals itself as I try to pull up my hand to brush away the hair partially blinding me only to find myself unable to move it by even an inch.

WHAAAAAT?

I look down to my body wrapped upto the neck in a soft blanket, its ends skilfully tied in knots to my sides caging me in a neat cacoon. And inside my hands were over my chest, crossed and palm down, and my posture strictly straight like a mummy. A cute mummy!!

Not dwelling on the conclusion that this was the after effects of a failed murder attempt I try to wiggle my way out like a caterpillar but the bounds were too tight like the person responsible was dead serious in not letting me escape.

And after two minute or so, I reach the edges of the bed and its only then that I spot a certain Ruler immersed in a book with its title in bold red letters in greek as he lazily sat crowned by the soft falling light by the windowsill.

"Excuse me." I almost laugh in sympathy for myself as the god places the book down on his lap only to turn his gaze towards me in nonchalance like the situation I was in was only natural, nothing new.

"How did I end up here?" I ask and then with the flawless composture still in place, he stands up with the book magically disappearing and as he walks towards me assessing my frantic state he finally seems to realise something must haven't been right the same moment I narrow my eyes at the amber eyed culprit.

Inhaling a deep breath I calm myself trying to believe there was a rational reason for me to be mummified alive as the god remains quiet without attempting to explain.

Cryptic, his expression remains as reaches my side and, his black attire unlike its usual crisp self, with the cloak once adorning his shoulders left by the chair he sat on and his long sleeves creased with the tunic over his torso fastened without care as it revealed the jade like skin of his collarbones before ruffling to the sides to part in a thin line of pale skin running down to his upper abdomen, giving a sense of extreme laziness.

What happened I wonder, but my mind pulls up images of my struggling self in his hands, how I had pulled and tugged at his clothes till I got what I want, his attention.

And if my hands were free I would surely have covered my face to stop myself from gawking so rudely when stray strands of silk like hair slip past long fingers that weave them in place to fall over amber eyes.

This is...TORTURE!, I find myself thinking.

But he luckily seems blind to the drooling teenager and finally breaks silence regarding his actions. "The temperature drops relatively during the night in Olympus and you rolled around too much."

A swarm of bees could have managed to buzz through my mouth the time it remained slack open before I knowingly grin.

My eyes narrows in teasing, my smile cat-like "Ohh, I see. The God of the Underworld was trying to tuck me into bed."

In the long years of his existence I doubt whether he has ever been placed in a situation where he had to tuck someone to bed and maybe due to this same lack of experience opted to tie me up inorder to keep me warm and covered and never really realised that his methods were not entirely right.

Unable to hold myself back I burst into laughter, my chest constricting against its bounds that I almost choke before a sword, lethal to its hilt appears in his hands.

"Come on! I meant no disrespect!!" But my plea goes unheeded as he raises it as cold sweat appears on my forehead.

"Let' talk about THIS!!" I exclaim when he swiftly brings it down.

I screamed, not very human like.

My hands fall to my side sides, as a neat cut cleaves the blanket, letting it slip down like the unfurled wings of an angel.

He seems to smile as I touch my joints to check if my limbs were still attached and thankful for my freedom I stretch them full, listening to the soft jolts.

"Do you recollect anything from the previous night?" He asks catching me of guard and a petrified look falls over my face for a second before I recover.

Gulping down, I pretend to try to remember and then narrate keeping an innocent face. "Aphrodite brought me to her party and then I remember my fruit juice tasted funny and there was Poseidon...here are there...the rest of my memory is not very clear."

He nods not suspicious of my fidgeting self and patiently queries seeming concerned. "What about after I brought you here?"

"Nope." I instantly answer shaking my head with confidence while my eyes slightly twitch. "I must have been tired." I shrug seemingly cool and uncaring of the lost memories. "Can you tell me where the bathroom is?"

My feet hit the floor the moment a door opens by the adjacent walls, five feet is all I got in slow casual steps before I bolt like a child running to her room as the lights go out.

The door shuts behind me in a bang and I pray for Hades to only take my strange behaviour for a very urgent case of an overstretched bladder.

Leaning back on the door I slide to the floor pulling my knees up and keeping my head down as I feel nauseous with my heart threatening to break out of its cage.

My cheeks were warm against my palm as my fingers lower to my lips.

OH MY DEAR GOD?? WHAT HAVE I DONE?????

For once revenge wasn't as sweet with the heart attacks it brought along.

"Stay calm my heart."

Because if you keep freaking out like this my blood pressure rate is going to go over the charts! Leading to some vein bursting thus lessening the amount of oxygen carried to the cells with the blood loss. Which in turn would reduce the the amount of glucose produced. And low glucose levels will affect my brain making me MORE stupid than I ALREADY AM!

But practical thoughts never were on par with the strange nonsense of feelings.

I can't believe I kissed him. TWICE!

I remain curled up for a while till I finally calm before patting myself on the cheek, I will just forget about it! besides, I don't even remember it clearly

But the whole freaking universe seemed to be resonating back, You do.

Shut up.

After the shower that granted me peace, I walked out in new clothes designed similar to the ones I usually wore, only the minute details of gold embroidery over my long sleeves not of my tastes.

My wandering gaze never settles as he calls for me, his tone rigid like frost. "I want to talk to you." Never has this short sentence been as scary as it is now. "Sit on the bed...you must not tire your body till it returns to health."

And like a robot I walk over listening to his command but ignorant to his concern with the turmoil my mind faced. Maybe I took it too far last night with my antics its only normal for me to be scolded.

"I am sorry." My lips move inorder to utter the same words, but I wasn't the one who spoke.

"Hades?" I finally meet those amber eyes as he sits down beside me still uncaring of his dishelved self, so carelessly beautiful.

"I have already spoken to you about this before but seeing that you don't remember the incidents from last night, let me apologise to you again."

"Wait." I waves my arms guilty and frantic as I get eaten away by my lies. "No...I remember that part, I really do. Don't tell me sorry again."

He nods but never being one to show his emotions I do not know whether he believes me when he stands up and like back in the Underworld walks to the closet door that appears by the bed.

But he pauses before it, his back facing me. "You asked me why I care even though I could have another doctor."

My eyes widen remembering the words I would regret for the years to come. "Hades...listen I was just angry and never really meant anything I said, just take everything from back then as...me being foolish."

He lets me finish not turning back to me, but as he speaks agains its as if he never heard my words. "I thought of it for a long time and yes I cannot rebuke that I can have other doctors." My lips like a wilting flower dips to a saddened frown. "But it is not because I am your patient or your talents that I care."

He turns slowly, his amber eyes in soft light like fireflies and crimson lips in a gentle touch of a smile and its softness was heard in his tone.

"It is simply because I find myself incapable to let you endure pain."

"But I did not know how to answer your question then, and left you. And that was foolish of me."

My expression lost its careful composture and no longer could I put on a weak smile with the storm raging inside, but he misunderstood my changing expressions for disbelief or confusion for his head tilts to his side much like mine.

"You must know as a god, my words can not be taken back, ever piece is only truth." In a flash, amber eyes with its beautiful owner disappear behind locked doors leaving me alone.

And in ironic pain I clutch my chest feeling like someone had passed through skin, blood and bones to clutch my heart in their hands.

"I am done for." I whisper.