Mina slowly blinked her eyes open and pushed herself to sit up on the bed. She rubbed her eyes and stood up to walk to the bathroom so she could brush her teeth just like she does every morning after she wakes up. Mina walked into the bathroom and stopped in her tracks when she looked into the mirror above the sink.
She was still wearing junketsu. She stared at him through the mirror only to see that he was still asleep. The events of the past day suddenly came to her like a flood. She had forgoten to take him off before she fell asleep yesterday. She quickly stripped him off of her and draped him over the rod that held up the shower curtain. Nice she was done changeling into her regular cloths Mina placed her hands on the sink and lowered her head. She began to think about how eventually she was going to have to explain herself to lady Satsuki.
Maybe it was best for her not to tell the lady of her house that she briefly put on her most treasured and dangerously powerful wedding dress. But then Mina remembered how Satsuki had nailed junketsu up on the wall in her room until he was of use to her. She thought about how painful that must have been for him, to have nails thrust through his body. Thinking about the pain he had to have endured, she didn't want him to go through it again. Before Mina met junketsu she occasionally saw him hanging on the wall above satsuki's bed from time to time whenever she was summoned there. She had never thought that he might have been suffering, she didn't even recognize him as a living being then.
But now...now it was different. Now she cared about what happened to him, even when she tried to sew him up she tried to make it as painless as possible. How could she betray junketsu by handing him back over to that...that slave driver. Mina cupped her mouth in shock of the thoughts running through her mind. Never had she ever thought anything bad of her mistress. Mina's eyes dodged back and forth trying to decide on which emotion she should act upon.
The sadness of handing junketsu over to lady Satsuki never to speak to him again and just watch as he suffers, or the guilty feeling of betrayal by just running away just to spare him of a painful existence. Either choice had its own consequences not to mention she only had two more days to decide.
No...she only had ONE day to decide, because if she chose to run away she would have to do it that day so nobody would suspect anything was wrong until the following day. And by then she would be long gone. Because of course she also had to worry about satsuki and her personal bodyguards the elite four tracking her down. She really didn't feel like running and fighting for her life. She didn't have any history or skill in fighting at all.
Mina looked up from the sink and into the mirror that hung on the wall in front of her. She stared at junketsu through the mirror who was dangling over the shower behind her. Remembering that it want about all about her She instantly made up her mind then and there, she couldn't possibly betray her new friend. Mina closed her eyes and let out a big breath of air to calm herself. She would have to think about all the details of escaping at a later time. Right now she needed to wash junketsu, he was still a little ruffed up from the past fight with the new transfer student at the school a few days ago and Mina felt like it would make him happy to be all clean when the next time he woke up.
Mina turned on the hot water to the bathtub and turned it off when it filled half way. The steam from the hot water filled the bathroom with a warm fog like moisture. She picked up the bottle of fabric softener that she usually used to wash her own cloths and poured two cap fills into the water. She liked this brand the most because it made everything she washed it with so soft and fluffy after she dried it. She thought that it would be perfect to wash junketsu with because it wasn't that harsh and still cleaned every inch of whatever it was used on. Mina reached up, grabbed junketsu from the rail above her and slowly lowered him into the tub. She hoped that the water wasn't too hot. She slowly scrubbed the dirty spots in his skirt and smiled.
The last time that they talked he had opened up to her about his feelings, that had to be hard for him. But it was expected since he had nobody to talk to for so long that he kept his emotions so bottled up that when he finally had the chance to speak to someone, that bottle popped open spilling out everything he had held in. She was glad that he finally had her to listen and she was also glad that he was here for her to talk to. Since that encounter they both somehow felt a whole lot of trust for eachother. And she wasn't about to break it by turning him in.
Mina lifted junketsu out of the water and carried him over to the drying rack. She pinned him up and sat down on the small stool in the corner waiting for him to dry. Mina layer her head back on the wall tilting her head up to look at the ceiling. What had she gotten herself into. If only she hadn't pricked herself on that dumb needle then all of this wouldn't have happened. She wouldn't have had to be forced to make such a hard decision. But...but if she hadn't met him...then hey both would have been continuing to live in silent loneliness. Without anyone to open up to...without a friend.
Just then mina realized that as soon as that first drop of her blood fell on him that they were bound to eachother, fated to end up like this. And now that she thought about it that way she didn't really care about anything else, He was counting on her to save him. Mina stood up from the stool and unclipped junketsu. He should have been dry now. Now that he was clean he felt much better other skin than before. She didn't know if he was always like this or if it had anything to do with the fabric softener she used buts he didn't really care. She pressed his sleeve against her cheek while she walked over to the ironing board. Mina carefully laid him on the board and plugged in the iron.
Once it was hot she carefully placed it on junketsu and slowly moved it back and forth over his wrinkles. After about a couple minutes of going over all his creases she had finished. Mina unplugged the iron and placed it on the stool for it to cool down. She picked him up from the ironing board so she could look at her finished work. Satisfied, Mina walked out of the bathroom and placed him on her bed. She sat in the chair across from it and gazed on her new companion. She thought about her decision to run away and how foolish it was. But it was what she had to do. Mina rose from the chair and started to gather things for preparation of the following day. Tomorrow would be the start of her new life after all.