Post by Kamish on Jan 29, 2008 5:43:42 GMT -5
Myou slammed the front door open, brushing her sodden hair out of her face and ignoring the splattering of water against the carpet as she stalked uncomfortably towards the bathroom.
Without bothering to shut the bathroom door, but making sure she was hidden, she stripped off the wet clothes, threw them unceremoniously into the shower, and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel.
Grabbing another, and squeezing her hair out, she walked back to the lougeroom.
Hiwatari was still standing at the doorway, rain pouring down in sheets beyond the veranda, and shivering.
“Come in, you’re going to freeze,” she called over the thunder of the rain on the roof, offering the spare towel.
He accepted the towel, closing the door behind him and diligently ignoring the fact that she wore only a towel and underwear.
“I’ll go dig out some clothes for you,” Myou muttered, slipping past him and gesturing to the bathroom. “You can have a shower if you want.”
Without waiting to see what he did, she continued down the hall and slipped into her bedroom. Once the door was closed firmly behind her, she sank to the ground, her back against the wood and shivering rather violently.
Well, there it was, she’d irreversibly screwed up the balance of this world. Way to go Myou.
Her eyes were still raw from crying earlier, and she was sure they’d be puffy and red if she cared to look in the mirror. Not that any of that really mattered, she’d spilled the secret, and now there was no going back.
There had never been any going back, she remembered bitterly.
The rainwater was icy in her hair, and the beads of water were slipping tauntingly down her back, encouraged by her shivers.
So stupid. In less than five minutes, she’d broken all the promises she and Akari had made, she’d ruined every chance they’d had of maintaining the correct flow of this world. So stupid.
All because she was a little upset she was bloody stuck here.
Scowling, she stood up fast, maybe a little too fast, not that she cared, and dropped the towel. Wrenching the drawer open a little too hard, she dug around for something to wear, for both of them to wear.
Deciding she wanted comfort clothes, she pulled out two black t-shirts, a pair of loose pyjama pants for her, and a pair of cargo pants for Satoshi.
Both shirts were supposed to be for guys, but they were comfortable, and the demographic didn’t really matter to her anyhow. The cargo pants were a little girly, but barely noticeably. She hoped he wouldn’t mind.
She replaced her wet underclothes and dressed before wrapping her hair in the slightly damp towel and taking a deep breath. Her forehead rested against the cool wood for a moment, and she gathered her courage.
She’d screwed up, and now the true challenge of living here was beginning. She was, once again, blind to the future, and that now felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Myou opened the door, pulling on the most confident expression she could manage, and headed towards the bathroom. The door was open only slightly, though she couldn’t hear the sound of water, and assumed he hadn’t decided to shower.
“Oi, Hiwatari-san, I have some clot-,” she broke off as the bathroom door opened abruptly. “Here.”
She shoved the clothes at him and whirled around, blushing. Why was she blushing? Honestly, those bloody glasses did more than hold Krad back, it seemed they were a shield against fangirls too.
Rubbing at her cheek roughly, she pulled the towel from her hair and hung it off the back of a lounge. It was still cold, but the blush was warming her rapidly.
Belatedly, she wondered when Akari would be back – the other girl was bound to notice her missing soon and come to find her.
Her hands were still shaking slightly as she flicked the kettle on and prepared a cup of coffee. She needed the caffeine.
Biting the inside of her lip nervously – a habit she’d believed broken – and scratching harshly at the inside of her forearm, she waited for the water to boil.
Stupid.
Suddenly, she couldn’t feel the distracting burn of her nails on her skin, and she glanced at Satoshi. It had surprised her that she was slightly shorter than him – slightly, and therefore not enough for her to have to look up.
“If you do that any longer, you’ll draw blood,” he said coolly, his long fingers holding her wrist.
His tone was cold, but it didn’t seem to be intentional. The coldness seemed to be more of a default tone.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Myou muttered, nevertheless obeying.
The normally pale skin of her arms was bright red, and there were several spots in which the skin had been broken. It burned, but she was grateful for the distraction.
Satoshi leaned up and pulled down a second mug, adding coffee and a very small amount of sugar to the cup and leant lightly against the bench to wait. She was slightly surprised to see him quivering slightly, as though he was still cold. Her shivers had long since abated, as had the cold.
Knowing he wouldn’t attribute it to anything other than the cold she should logically be feeling, Myou shivered as she felt Yin’s horribly familiar mind brush over hers. Yin, whose fault this was in the first place.
‘Get out,’ Myou hissed.
Myou felt a flash of hurt not her own. ‘Myou-chan.’
There was a brush of Yin’s mind over hers, tentative and uncertain. Almost frightened. Yin’s presence radiated caution and a childish inability to understand.
‘Out!’
Yin almost flinched back, and by now Myou was having difficulty concentrating on the room. Everything was sightly fuzzy.
Sulkily, Yin muttered a reply. ‘Just thought you’d want to know… your body heats up faster because of me… your blood’s warmer.’
Myou’s lips twitched into a frown as the blurriness left, she didn’t want to feel guilty about snapping at Yin, this whole thing was Yin’s fault. She had been happy at home, happy in her world. Now she was here, a world that should have been fictional.
In a small fit of anger, she sloshed the water into the coffee mug just a little too fast, and yelped, almost dropping the kettle as she snatched her hand to her chest.
“Here,” Satoshi was still cool as he took her wrist again, and guided her burnt hand under the tap.
He turned the tap, holding her hand there as she flinched on the initial contact, before releasing her.
Stupid, stupid.
“You frustrate yourself?” he questioned after a moment, carrying the steaming mugs to the small coffee table.
She was quiet.
“It’s rather rude not to answer.”
“Would you answer me if I asked why you wear your glasses? I mean, why you really wear them?”
He glanced at her, and she was glad for the shield his replaced glasses had provided. His eyes alone were too piercing, they made her uncomfortable. She wondered silently if they were perhaps a secret interrogation technique of his.
Amused by this thought, she turned the tap off, waiting for his answer.
“Well, would you?”
“Not the same thing.”
“Maybe it is.”
He looked at her questioningly.
“Never mind,” she sighed, drying her hand without wincing.
The various injuries she’d healed had left her with a higher pain threshold than she’d had when she arrived. Admittedly, that didn’t help with the shock and sudden burning of boiling water on skin.
He was still shivering, though he was clearly trying to hide it.
“Wait a moment,” she ordered, vanishing into the hall yet another time.
Myou pulled the linen closet open, snagging a spare duvet and tucking it under one arm, pushing the door closed with her spare arm. Anything, anything right now to be away from him.
For a second, she pressed her head against the door.
Stupid.
Her heart shouldn’t be beating this fast, not for the reason it was. So stupid of her.
Hiwatari Satoshi, of all people? So, so stupid.
The one stupid thing she refused to do was deny it.
“Here,” she offered the blanket to him, and watched a look of surprise flit over his face.
“Thank you,” he said slowly, accepting the blanket and wrapping it around his shoulders.
She sat opposite him, drinking in the strong stench of coffee, glad that it crushed their scents.
“So you’re accepting all this?” Myou asked, somewhat lazily as she sipped at the burning coffee.
He gave her a calculating look, and she tried not to shift under the gaze.
“Not exactly, but I don’t see what you could possibly gain from such a claim,” he replied at length.
She snorted. “Other than a status as a complete nut?”
She could have sworn there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes.
Without bothering to shut the bathroom door, but making sure she was hidden, she stripped off the wet clothes, threw them unceremoniously into the shower, and wrapped herself in a fluffy towel.
Grabbing another, and squeezing her hair out, she walked back to the lougeroom.
Hiwatari was still standing at the doorway, rain pouring down in sheets beyond the veranda, and shivering.
“Come in, you’re going to freeze,” she called over the thunder of the rain on the roof, offering the spare towel.
He accepted the towel, closing the door behind him and diligently ignoring the fact that she wore only a towel and underwear.
“I’ll go dig out some clothes for you,” Myou muttered, slipping past him and gesturing to the bathroom. “You can have a shower if you want.”
Without waiting to see what he did, she continued down the hall and slipped into her bedroom. Once the door was closed firmly behind her, she sank to the ground, her back against the wood and shivering rather violently.
Well, there it was, she’d irreversibly screwed up the balance of this world. Way to go Myou.
Her eyes were still raw from crying earlier, and she was sure they’d be puffy and red if she cared to look in the mirror. Not that any of that really mattered, she’d spilled the secret, and now there was no going back.
There had never been any going back, she remembered bitterly.
The rainwater was icy in her hair, and the beads of water were slipping tauntingly down her back, encouraged by her shivers.
So stupid. In less than five minutes, she’d broken all the promises she and Akari had made, she’d ruined every chance they’d had of maintaining the correct flow of this world. So stupid.
All because she was a little upset she was bloody stuck here.
Scowling, she stood up fast, maybe a little too fast, not that she cared, and dropped the towel. Wrenching the drawer open a little too hard, she dug around for something to wear, for both of them to wear.
Deciding she wanted comfort clothes, she pulled out two black t-shirts, a pair of loose pyjama pants for her, and a pair of cargo pants for Satoshi.
Both shirts were supposed to be for guys, but they were comfortable, and the demographic didn’t really matter to her anyhow. The cargo pants were a little girly, but barely noticeably. She hoped he wouldn’t mind.
She replaced her wet underclothes and dressed before wrapping her hair in the slightly damp towel and taking a deep breath. Her forehead rested against the cool wood for a moment, and she gathered her courage.
She’d screwed up, and now the true challenge of living here was beginning. She was, once again, blind to the future, and that now felt somewhat uncomfortable.
Myou opened the door, pulling on the most confident expression she could manage, and headed towards the bathroom. The door was open only slightly, though she couldn’t hear the sound of water, and assumed he hadn’t decided to shower.
“Oi, Hiwatari-san, I have some clot-,” she broke off as the bathroom door opened abruptly. “Here.”
She shoved the clothes at him and whirled around, blushing. Why was she blushing? Honestly, those bloody glasses did more than hold Krad back, it seemed they were a shield against fangirls too.
Rubbing at her cheek roughly, she pulled the towel from her hair and hung it off the back of a lounge. It was still cold, but the blush was warming her rapidly.
Belatedly, she wondered when Akari would be back – the other girl was bound to notice her missing soon and come to find her.
Her hands were still shaking slightly as she flicked the kettle on and prepared a cup of coffee. She needed the caffeine.
Biting the inside of her lip nervously – a habit she’d believed broken – and scratching harshly at the inside of her forearm, she waited for the water to boil.
Stupid.
Suddenly, she couldn’t feel the distracting burn of her nails on her skin, and she glanced at Satoshi. It had surprised her that she was slightly shorter than him – slightly, and therefore not enough for her to have to look up.
“If you do that any longer, you’ll draw blood,” he said coolly, his long fingers holding her wrist.
His tone was cold, but it didn’t seem to be intentional. The coldness seemed to be more of a default tone.
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Myou muttered, nevertheless obeying.
The normally pale skin of her arms was bright red, and there were several spots in which the skin had been broken. It burned, but she was grateful for the distraction.
Satoshi leaned up and pulled down a second mug, adding coffee and a very small amount of sugar to the cup and leant lightly against the bench to wait. She was slightly surprised to see him quivering slightly, as though he was still cold. Her shivers had long since abated, as had the cold.
Knowing he wouldn’t attribute it to anything other than the cold she should logically be feeling, Myou shivered as she felt Yin’s horribly familiar mind brush over hers. Yin, whose fault this was in the first place.
‘Get out,’ Myou hissed.
Myou felt a flash of hurt not her own. ‘Myou-chan.’
There was a brush of Yin’s mind over hers, tentative and uncertain. Almost frightened. Yin’s presence radiated caution and a childish inability to understand.
‘Out!’
Yin almost flinched back, and by now Myou was having difficulty concentrating on the room. Everything was sightly fuzzy.
Sulkily, Yin muttered a reply. ‘Just thought you’d want to know… your body heats up faster because of me… your blood’s warmer.’
Myou’s lips twitched into a frown as the blurriness left, she didn’t want to feel guilty about snapping at Yin, this whole thing was Yin’s fault. She had been happy at home, happy in her world. Now she was here, a world that should have been fictional.
In a small fit of anger, she sloshed the water into the coffee mug just a little too fast, and yelped, almost dropping the kettle as she snatched her hand to her chest.
“Here,” Satoshi was still cool as he took her wrist again, and guided her burnt hand under the tap.
He turned the tap, holding her hand there as she flinched on the initial contact, before releasing her.
Stupid, stupid.
“You frustrate yourself?” he questioned after a moment, carrying the steaming mugs to the small coffee table.
She was quiet.
“It’s rather rude not to answer.”
“Would you answer me if I asked why you wear your glasses? I mean, why you really wear them?”
He glanced at her, and she was glad for the shield his replaced glasses had provided. His eyes alone were too piercing, they made her uncomfortable. She wondered silently if they were perhaps a secret interrogation technique of his.
Amused by this thought, she turned the tap off, waiting for his answer.
“Well, would you?”
“Not the same thing.”
“Maybe it is.”
He looked at her questioningly.
“Never mind,” she sighed, drying her hand without wincing.
The various injuries she’d healed had left her with a higher pain threshold than she’d had when she arrived. Admittedly, that didn’t help with the shock and sudden burning of boiling water on skin.
He was still shivering, though he was clearly trying to hide it.
“Wait a moment,” she ordered, vanishing into the hall yet another time.
Myou pulled the linen closet open, snagging a spare duvet and tucking it under one arm, pushing the door closed with her spare arm. Anything, anything right now to be away from him.
For a second, she pressed her head against the door.
Stupid.
Her heart shouldn’t be beating this fast, not for the reason it was. So stupid of her.
Hiwatari Satoshi, of all people? So, so stupid.
The one stupid thing she refused to do was deny it.
“Here,” she offered the blanket to him, and watched a look of surprise flit over his face.
“Thank you,” he said slowly, accepting the blanket and wrapping it around his shoulders.
She sat opposite him, drinking in the strong stench of coffee, glad that it crushed their scents.
“So you’re accepting all this?” Myou asked, somewhat lazily as she sipped at the burning coffee.
He gave her a calculating look, and she tried not to shift under the gaze.
“Not exactly, but I don’t see what you could possibly gain from such a claim,” he replied at length.
She snorted. “Other than a status as a complete nut?”
She could have sworn there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes.