Sake (2)
Early in the morning, Chizuru woke up to put the shoulders on the wheel at the kitchen. The first duty of the day was grind the green and dried leaves of the tea until get a fine dust of strong smell but still pleasing. While the firewood was emaciated in the mouth of the starving fire and the water became hotter, her little snow-white hands devoted to finish the stardust, letting it pervade on her skin softly.
When she could not foresee the sun awoke its gold light in order to caress her cheeks warmly; she answered to its kindness with a pearly smile. The dewdrop fell slowly like nostalgic tears through every tiny leave in the garden.
Teacups held on distant in the table in front her and the silence made emphasis on that quiet morning. Since she left the comfort of the futon there hadn't been any soul who strolled in headquarters or even made a dashing sound from the other side of the corridor.
She turned off the bonfire and withdrew, passing by Shinsengumi Headquarters.
When she arrived to the first room of her path, found Heisuke sleeping over the futon which was made a mess while he hugged a pillow by a protective way, something like little children lost in their sweet and peaceful dream.
In the second room, Shinpachi and Harada-san were fighting in dreams, Harada with his fist on Shinpachi-san cheek and Shinpachi-san with his knuckle over Harada's abdomen. The scene was pretty funny, well as she could hear the matter was related to the last piece of fish at dinner. When she looked at a sideway, she could see Saitou-san in fetal position, trying to keep himself from the cold due to a blanket owned by his two friends. Her cheeks turned into a pale pink, becoming watchwoman as kind as a mother. She settled the three males into a fairer distribution –going against the unconscious anger of more than one of them- and put the blanket onto their naked chest in order to shelter everyone from the coolness of the morning.
Finally, with the masculine aroma still present in her nasal ducts, she came to the last part of the path.
When she saw the slid door in front her felt her blood frozen and her saliva descended upon her throat hardly. She knelt down and left the tray next to her. Chizuru knock the door of the room and without waiting for an answer, by sliding the door open carefully the little girl showed a perfect dexterity. The dark in which the room plunged was sinister, but at certain degree could be comfortable too.
At the end, a body under the futon let her admire the beat of his breathing. His eyelids hid by a suspect way the beauty of the purple color of his eyes, as thick as the same ocean and the storm torturing the seagull song.
She walked slowly and when stayed next to the insipid silhouette she placed the tray on the floor, setting out to the kitchen.
"Who let you come in?" said with husky voice, Chizuru turned white with fright. The girl in question could imagine what near his sword would be from her throat even shaking skin.
"Gomensai, I only came to leave you the tea and…"
"Don't say anything else, just stay there a bit more."
A painful sensation crossed Hijikata's head, pushing him to hide the glance from the pitiful light beams, the ones that start being naughty, and gate crashing from the window. His own image in the middle of the deep of night arrived like taboo that betrayed him very often. He put his hands on the head to contain the suffering but Chizuru's silhouette was in there, resounding like one thousand bells at noon.
"Chizuru!" he shouted suddenly.
"H-hai Hijikata-san?" replied, insecure about herself.
The silence got a kingdom which ruled ephemerally and inconvenience came as well, looking forward to sink them until the last corner of its land.
"What the hell is the mark you have on your neck Chizuru?"
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