Monotony
The days have gone by so fast that it sounds impossible to count them. One by one, like the petals falling down from a cherry blossom in an autumn blizzard.
The routine has been dyed into an old tint like a photo of herself in sepia.
The Shinsengumi clothes were still going through her tiny hands to be stripped of the sweat and dirt impregnated in the battlefield. The steam of vegetables remained in her nose, being evaluated and finally, being served on a porcelain plates.
The cold was still a problem every night.
When she lay her body down on the futon the shadows danced for her, while she imagined herself like one of them, enslaves under the moonlight.
Just a few nights ago, carrying the tray with Hijikata-san dinner, she had seen him asleep on a pile of documents on his desk. The candlelight began an innocent prank on his pale face, making her to show a faint smile. The wind that crossed the window swung his jet hair in a sensual dance, lighted by the fallen silver from the moon.
She put the tray in a corner of the room, forgetting completely the aroma of tea and boiled rice. She looked for a brush and with extreme caution; she untangled every blackish hair, descended by the large waterfall in front of her. The brush seemed to fall from the sky, just stopped by some tangled clouds in the path, who succumbed quickly.
When she was sure everything was okay, she kept her fingers in the tip of Hijikata-san's hair, feeling the softness and capturing a faint essence gave off his hair. She inhaled the aroma of cherry blossom deeply, noticing she was making a grave mistake. She separated quickly from Hijikata-san and after a few seconds, she put a blanket on his shoulders, trying to make his dream warmer.
She blew out with her breath the flame of the candles, allowing him to hear the presence of night silence in his room. She opened the sliding door slowly, slipping away among the shadows, pretending nothing had happened.
In the next morning, Hijikata-san opened his eyes with the first sun rays and he pretended not to have noticed anything the night before.
Time passed slowly for Chizuru, who noticed Hijikata-san's violet eyes focused on her at the dinner time. She was feeling stabbed in the back, like a child who is accused of a prank in front of the parents.
Souji noticed as she looked away to the floor, as if the wood was the most interesting thing in the entire world. He formulated an idea inside his mind after which he smiled, raising Chizuru's chin with his ring finger and forcing her to see him directly. Yukimura felt her rapid pulse and helplessly, Okita-kun kissed her lips, mixing their breaths.
The attention focused on them as silence prevailed. The room seemed to be owned in a cold blizzard for a moment.
Hijikata-san stood up from his seat, pulling him at his nape. The sound of his fall caused the wood grinding.
"Itai, itai Hijikata-san,"
When Okita-san looked up, he noticed a clear inadvertence showed into those violet eyes. He swallowed hardly, deciding for his own good to keep in silence.
Chizuru observed the scene petrified, not knowing how to response or whether how to catch her breath.
The dinner was continued uncomfortable with the sound of the chopsticks against the porcelain like the one effect of echo in that place.
Little by little, the dining room began to be empty, leaving just three persons facing up to.
"Souji, Yukimura-kun, we need to talk." He sentenced with deep voice.
Chizuru felt a lump in her throat, after which she nodded, trembling.
Yes, I deleted this story and you're thinking about to lynch me, right? If you don't want to keep reading this story don't do it, but If you like this, please, just give a comment, I'll really apreciate your opinion. Thanks so much, specially for my beta and friend, Cressent Moon :)