Chapter Two
Part of Her World

Cain sighed as he walked into his treasure room, pulling the blanket that served as the door to act as a closed door. It was where he went the most often. Mind you, he was not jewel-obsessed. Going there kept his mind off of another jewel... usually. But not this time.
As he stared into a diamond, he had the urge to sing.
So he did.
"Look at this stuff, isn't it neat? Wouldn't you think my collection's complete? Wouldn't you think I'm the guy... the guy who has everything?" he sang softly, rubbing a hand on the diamond in front of him.
He turned and regarded the treasure room as a whole, which prompted him to continue. "Look at this room, treasures untold. How many wonders can one treasure room hold? Lookin' around here you think, 'Sure, he's got everything,'" he whispered, a half smile on his face. He walked around his treasure room, picking up various items on the way. "I've got gold and silver aplenty. I've got emeralds and rubies galore. You want diamonds? I got twenty," he said, gesturing to a large pile of said rocks. He sighed. "But who cares? No big deal... I want her."
Cain walked over to the window in the treasure room (which was actually a bad idea, but he didn't care for the cursed "treasure", anyways) and leaned over the sill, propping his chin on his hands, and in turn propping his elbows on the sill. "I want to be where Ana is. I want to see... want to see her dancing. Walkin' around with ol'... what's his name?" Cain sang. He straightened, pondering for a moment before snorting in disdain. "Oh. Matt."
He continued, walking back towards the heaps of treasure and grabbing a jewel-encrusted sword and waving it around a few times half-heartedly. "Wavin' your sword you don't get too far. Charm is required for flirtin', lovin', strollin' with the grace of a..." he sang, setting down the sword. Once again he paused. "What's it called again? Caaat..."
Cain looked out the window at the moon slowly rising in the sky. "I want to walk. I want to run. I want to stay all day in the sun, and have her with me... wish I could be... part of her world," he said ruefully. The shining moon reminded him of his darling Anastasia, who shone even brighter than the orb before him.
Cain smiled sadly, lost in daydreams. "What would I give if I could live out of this desert? What would I pay to spend a day with darling Ana?" he sighed dreamily, lost in thought. He soon snapped back to reality, and his face became hard. "Betcha Ana doesn't wanna. Bet she thinks I'm an evil wizard." He sighed and shook his head, looking at the floor. "But I'm not... and I want... Ana's haaaand."
His gaze shifted skyward once more and he started singing again, somewhat triumphantly. "I'm ready to know what her friends know. Ask 'em my questions and get some answers! What's Ana's fire, and for what does it... what's the word? Yearn..." he asked the heavens, hoping for an answer. "When's it my turn? Wouldn't I love, love to explore Ana's love..." he sang loudly, daring anyone to pick a fight with him right now. He'd win hands down.
A knock came at the bricks beside the blanket-door. He quickly shut his mouth to see Chanda, one of his closer guards. "Sir, Sakura is back," she informed him.
Cain nodded shortly and began to follow her, but before he shut the blanket on the treasure room, he turned his gaze back to the moon. He could almost see her shining face on it. He lamented once before closing the door.

"Out of my reach...
Wish I... could be...
Part of her...
World..."