I have never been held by anyone so intimately like this before.
He has done it so smoothly that before I could react, he has already hauled me onto his arm, letting my body lean on the furry side of his attire.
Losing my composure, I instinctively throw my arms around his neck in panic, only to meet his inquisitive bewildered gaze. We are so close to each other. I have never been this close to a man, regardless of the fact that he is a mononoke, his scent – unquestionably masculine – arouses my feminine sensuality. His face is so impeccably handsome; I have not yet met a human this good-looking and I never know that mononoke could be this beautiful.
With my cheeks flaming, I quickly withdraw my arms in a frenzy of embarrassment. When I accidentally look up, meeting my eyes are his cold aloof eyes, silently watching me coolly. Terrified to look him in the eye, I jerk my eyes from his and hope that both my blush and my racing heartbeat have eluded him.
None of my fumbling has evoked a word of displeasure from him. Neither have my flushing nor my erratic heartbeat stir one bit of emotions in him. He seems calm to me; his face has been wearing a blank expression of indifference all these while. He has nothing to say except to wait patiently for me to stop fidgeting awkwardly. When I eventually do, he moves on without saying a word. Are mononoke all as devoid of feelings as him? I could not stop wondering.
He stands tall and strong, carrying me with just one arm as if I weigh nothing. Are mononoke all as strong as him? I muse in my head.
He being a mononoke may be disturbing, but the truth is that everything about him unsettles me.