Upon the lips of a city boy...
"Water!" a shrill womanly voice cried from across the house rudely interrupting my focus. It woke me from a trance, a deep math related trance. I looked down at my desk where my opened algebra book and a half-empty piece of paper laid.
"Satou! I need water right now," the roaring voice echoed again. I picked up my book and sighed heavily. I walked down the hallway and her demands kept on getting louder and louder. It seemed like every time I stepped, my house screamed in pain. At the end of the hall, there was my living room. I looked around for the source of that shrill voice until my eyes glance upon golden threads glistening upon the couch. I took a few steps closer, and then like a waking grizzly, she drew her head.
She stared me down with her violet eyes through her glasses, I returned that glare with my own. "Margery-san, What do you want?" I asked sarcastically. I obviously knew what she wanted, nut I just wanted to hear her reaction.
"Satou, are you deaf?" she raised her voice, "I need water, I have a headache." She was rubbing her head in pain. I knew she was going to say that, he words always have a sardonic edge on them.
A dropped my book on the table and, out of pity, I went to pour her a glass of water. "You know, this wouldn't happen if you didn't drink all the time," I lectured her.
Besides her, her book shook around. "Hahaha! You should really stop preaching to her. She is, after all, my bottomless barrel, Margery Daw," the voice laughed until it was interrupted by Margery's vicious fist.
"Shut up Marco," the bottomless barrel replied. She took a drink of water and had an awkward glazed look in her eyes. I looked closely at them and saw the violas of her eyes coated with the dew of her glasses. Suddenly, the charm broke as her pupils turn to me."Hm? Is there anything wrong?" she asked.
I sighed for a bit; I wanted to look at them a bit longer. "Nothing," I responded. I reached from my math textbook, but them her hand came and snatched it away.
She opened my book and my homework fell out. She picked it up and snickered, "I thought you started your homework last night."
I sighed in shame, "I did but I really don't like math at all." She took my pencil out of my hand and scribbled around on my paper. I jumped up, "What are you-?"
"Just let me do it," she said with a haughty confidence which kinda seemed breakable at the sound of disapproval.
I sighed again and walked into the kitchen to get a soda. I popped open the can and wondered to myself why would she do my homework. Margery-san, I thought, would never do something like that. I thoughts were interrupted when she called my name. Whatever, Margery-san is really a curious character sometimes.
So I walked back in and saw the entire page completed. My jaw dropped; I was speechless. I ran to her and checked all the work and answers. It was completely finished. "Wow, impressive," I said as I continued to pan through my paper. Margery-san was sitting there with her "I told you so" grin. I turned to her out of curiosity and asked, "How are you so good at math?"
She poured herself more water and shook it around a bit. With her keen eyes, she boasted, "Well, unlike you, I'm just good with numbers." As I expected from Margery-san. Well that didn't matter, I'm finally done with homework just in time.
She resumed her dozing until she noticed a smudge on her glasses. A pulled a cloth from her coat. I observed carefully as she wiped her lenses back and forth with such precision. Then she noticed my stare and looked at me with her pure purple eyes. She gave a giggle and I turned bright red. "I'm..I'm still rather surprised that you can work math that well," I covered my tone.
She handed me my book. With her "Margery Daw" smile said, "You're late for school."
I looked at my watch; I'm half an hour late. I'm usually much more later than that, but her commanding yet gentle tone forced me out room. I walked slowly to the door but her cherry blossom aura, bathed with a bit of alcohol, forced me to turn around. After basking in it for what felt like an eternity, I heard her good-bye.
I was making my way to school but for some reason, I kept on thinking about that sassy banshee. I walked across Misaki bridge when I noticed something in my math book. I opened it up and saw her glasses cleaning cloth. Within the fibers, I know I saw her smile. I turned back to her direction and I swear: I could still smell that perfume.