Contrary
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There he was, stomping about like he was Godzilla unleashed in Tokyo. The floor shook as his feet came down on the hard wood. What had the floor done to him to deserve to be tortured so? I sat on the couch with an open book in my hand, wondering how he could make such a solid floor quiver as it did. But I kept my speculations to myself, no need to anger him by asking.
I was taken aback when, slowly, a tan nose was poked into the living room. His resounding steps had sounded like they were going toward the stairs. Apparently not, my curiosity was piqued, but I kept my cool and did not look up. I watched surreptitiously as a tuft of orange hair appeared, then a narrowed eye. There was nothing like Kyo when he thought he was being sneaky.
He paused a moment, assessing me, then popped his entire head into the living room. "Where's Tohru?" he asked curtly, his voice rumbling slightly.
Absently, I wondered when, exactly, he had become so familiar with her. I spent forever on formalities she was, to me, for the longest time Honda-san. Calling her by her given name just didn't feel right. But it was no matter, he could have her, I wouldn't cry about it.
"She went to get milk," I said, bland as possible, pretending to read the book I had pulled up closer to my face. I didn't trust his mental power very much, but even he could notice my eyes not moving.
"Oh," he sighed, seeming to deflate. "Well, if… never mind."
I did look up now, cocking an eyebrow. There was a thoughtful look on his face that reflected precisely what was on his mind. The urge to beat the cat to a bloody pulp was perfectly normal, though mostly I didn't want to. Without it, I was nothing to him. But I didn't want to be nothing, just what I wanted to be, though, I'm not sure…something but this is the only part available for me to play. If that is the case forever, then let the curse never be broken, I will keep this roll and play it forever.
I looked back down at my book and stared at it until he left, not registering a word. He didn't stomp this time, he seemed to have fallen into his natural grace, but he left and I couldn't tell where to.
Tohru came back with three cartons of milk and nothing else.