It bugged him.
Fate, something he never believed in from the start, was all butchered to the point of destruction, and sometimes he'd fall into this vortex and believe things he knew weren't going to happen. He'd believe things like taming his unruly peach hair, acceptance from his "sensei" or even something as simple as rain in the summer heat. It never rained, his teacher didn't praise him, and hell if he could tame his hair without his feminine-like barrettes. Oh, how he detested them.
Sometimes he'd know it was a joke, and he would wonder this as he drowned himself with wine, its bitter taste soothing his thoughts and making him dull and numb to any response. It seemed to be happening more often as of late, and he'd catch himself thinking conflictive thoughts before pouring out a glass of wine from the neighboring wine yard and suffocating them dry.
Yes, Chihaya knew all of this, but he still wondered why fate had been placed in his hands that time. Fate had been there that one time, where she would walk into the café and introduce herself as the new farmer. Where she would blush nervously and hand him over a bottle of marmalade, and without hearing the end of it— left.
That had gone over too well for him, and he was intrigued. His curiosity flared as he played back the scene in his head, and he would do this over and over in the most uncommon of places. From frying in the kitchen or (supposedly) clearing out the mess in his small house, he'd play back the memory. Even if he was thinking of something completely different at the time, in an instant and quicker than you could say "The food is on fire!" or "Damn it, Chihaya, your house is a pig-sty!"
And there she would be.
What was weirder is that she had bought marmalade, and he had taken only one spoonful of it when he decided it was all he wanted to eat for the rest of his life. If fate really had played a part in his whole dilemma, it would continue accordingly. He really believed in it this time.
But he couldn't count on fate his whole life.
He knew there were some things you just had to go out and get, even if it took a little bumps and bruises along the way. He wasn't one to depend on anything, much less anything that closely resembled luck.
And next time, maybe he'd take the long way to the café early morning, and he'd take the dirt road by the old farm. And maybe he could stop by and say hello.
Chihaya looked solemnly towards his left to find a small bottle, complete with a tiny black bow sealing it tight. There was orange marmalade peering out through its glass container. A sole spoon lay beside it, shining brightly from recent use.
Somehow he'd bring up that whole 'wanting-to-eat-your-cooking-for-the-rest-of-my-life' thing, but that was for another day.
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Ohemgee, it's been a while since last.. And WOW, first day back and it's something not related to Kingdom Hearts this time! I can already feel the flames... P:
Anywho, I ADORE Chihaya. Yeah, but searching on this site... I could find anything on him! So here you are, Fanfictiondotnet-ees, the first visible Chihaya-read I could find/make. :D