She doesn't understand the strange restlessness or the autopilot route her feet take to this place if she has nothing to do.
She cannot understand what draws her to this man like a moth is drawn to a leaping flame.
Whatever the reason, it is a pretty good one if it draws her to his garage almost four days a week under the pretext of physics tutoring.
She watches him carefully.
His hands are moving, pale brown and lightly scarred with minute records of his mechanic lifestyle. They are not particularly clean either - she spots a grease smear on the back of one finger, and the light discolouration on the skin where he attempted to wipe off the smear. But despite this, his hands are elegant and well shaped, long and delicate with strong bones and precise and flowing movements. Those expert fingers guide the pen on the page, leaving a smooth trail of black ink in numbers, equations and symbols. A minute fraction of his intelligence quantified.
Her eyes shift to his face. Forehead furrowed, deep, depthless blue eyes darkened in concentration, lips moving in an explanation she chooses not to hear. Not now. This particular explanation is not what she wants to hear.
What she wants to know is why?
Why?
Why does she lie?
Why does she so desperately want attention from him?
Why does she watch him so carefully?
Why does she wake up night after night with the fading afterimage of his smile in her mind?
A sudden stirring in her heart whispers the ghost of an answer but like she has to his explanation, Aki closes the doors of her mind to it. She deafens herself to it's soft call. She cannot accept that revelation. Not now, not here.
Curiosity, yes. It is the only notion she is prepared to entertain. Yes she wants to know more. She wants to understand this enigmatic man. But there is something else...always something more.
A wave of helplessness overcomes her as she continues to watch him. Though the room is bathed in sunlight shining in through the topmost windows he appears to shine brightest of all.
The light of a pure unwavering star.
And then those startlingly multihued eyes flick to hers.
"Do you understand now?"
His deep, husky, and melodiously modulated voice abruptly interrupts her reverie. Aki suddenly realises that she has been staring hungrily at his face. Studying it. Relishing it. Her eyes are open, unguarded.
Perhaps, she thinks, he has seen. His small, bright smile dims and his eyes darken to a probing intensity. He may have glimpsed the whirling shadows behind the rich amber of her eyes. Defenseless, her mind lay open to him, a mixture of confusion and dark thoughts that her mind refuses to acknowledge. The moment passes.
As gradually as Aki let those barriers down, she resurrects them with speed. Hiding the dark recesses of her inner world from those probing cerulean lances.
"Oh,I see now!" she exclaims with a bright smile. "Thanks!"
"No problem." he answers, his eyes returning to their normal state as well.
Aki wonders what he would say if he knew that she had solved that problem over a week ago.
The more pressing problem, she ruefully thinks, is him. He is a multifaceted enigma this man. No matter how many pieces of the puzzle she gathered, the bigger the picture grows. And the more the pieces refused to fit together.
It was a pity that physics couldn't explain this one problem she had.
I Am Back! And with my favourite pairing too! Hell I can't believe 5D's is over. D': So? Ideas? Please please leave me a prompt or a quote or anything and i will gladly oblige you with a chapter. Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames aren't. I do not own 5D's.