You make me feel that na na na- You make me feel, Cobra Starship
Keira peered through the door of the classroom.
There was no one around, but it didn't surprise her. After a week of arriving late to school and losing her proper place beside the window, she decided that the best way to kick Kanda out of her way was arriving ridiculously early to win the chair.
She confidently walked there, dragging her schoolbag behind. She hadn't given three steps when the door opened and closed again. Keira turned around to face the newcomer, assuming it was just Miranda-sensei judging for the hour, but her eyes only found Kanda's attractive figure staring at her.
There was just an exchange of surprised looks before the realization of the competition established. Both of them hurried between the desks to reach the last seat of the last row, Kanda jumping with unknown agility over the various chairs that separated him from his goal.
Keira sprinted between the rows, crashing now and then with some chairs in her clumsy endeavor and utterly ignoring the sore spots of her body. However, she still arrived a second too late to the chair.
"No! Not again, move!" Keira, as every morning from the last week, tried to pull the actor out of the place without any success at all. He just remained there, arms crossed in front of his chest and a perfectly nonchalant expression adorning his pretty oriental features.
"Don't you get tired of this?" he asked without real curiosity, looking outside the window.
"Don't you get tired of taking my place?" she harshly retorted while reluctantly dropping her things on the desk of beside.
"If I got tired of it, I would simply not take it anymore, marmot. Jeez, you are more stupid than I thought"
She huffed "You are insufferable" Keira took out her new cell phone. That same morning she hadn't had time to call her mother like any other random morning, basically because she hurried to get earlier to school to gain her seat, which resulted to be pretty useless.
"Hey, mom" Keira saluted from her side of the line when she heard the other phone was picked up.
"Do I sound like your mom, you, brat?" a grave voice responded, visibly bothered by the confusion. Or, well, visibly bothered by the fact that Keira was the one calling. She furrowed her eyebrows and bit her tongue so the harsh retort that came to her mind wouldn't blurt out.
"I wonder what would happen if she hears you talking to me like that" she said instead.
"I'd tell her the truth: that you are annoying and should have been sent to the other side of the world and into a military school"
"As if she could believe something that ridiculous. Shut up and tell her I'm calling"
"Don't give me orders, indolent creature"
Keira took a deep breath to calm down. She could feel the color attending her cheeks in fury while she tried to control her anger.
"Could you PLEASE put my mom on the phone?" she infuriatingly requested. She hated, hated that man with all her soul and having to ask things from him as a favor was something she could barely put up with. His voice was annoying and the entire concept of his presence in her life was absolutely unwelcomed.
She didn't doubt that sooner or later he, in one of his impulsive rants, would be able to hurt her mother, and that was why she took special care in calling her every morning to make sure she had gone through the night. The distance was something intolerable for Keira, and their forced separation was a bitter gulp she had to take because Hitler washed her mother's brain.
After one last hateful exchange, Leverrier finally gave the phone to his wife.
Hearing Hikari's sweet voice talking was always a relief for Keira. She inquired after her health and happiness, obtaining the same cheerful answers of the last week. It never changed, and it truly got on her nerves, because everything she wanted was an excuse to take the first flight back to Esashi.
Finally, they hung up, Keira having the same oppression in the chest that she felt whenever she ended up talking to her mom. She put the cell phone back into her jean's pockets and sat down, staring numbly at the floor.
"Are you done? Because I find your voice annoying." Kanda spoke.
Keira lifted tiredly her head to meet his gaze. She grimaced at him and averted her eyes like if he was something really disgusting to see.
"You can stand up and go."
"I'm not that stupid." He declared. There was a small silence before his voice cut the air again "You sounded really pitiful on the phone."
"That's not true." she aggressively responded. Damn, how the hell did it occurred to her to talk to her mom having him around?
"It is and you know. Let me guess: you hate your father for sending here and miss your mother. Like any other commoner" Kanda mockingly smirked to her.
"He is not my father." she deadpanned with venom. Her eyebrows furrowed so badly that a small wrinkle appeared in her forehead while she pressed her lips in a taunt line. "He is Hitler resuscitated"
He raised an eyebrow "It was predictable." Kanda shrugged and looked outside the window "No real father can bear having a girl like you, he probably ran away in the first opportunity"
A notebook suddenly crashed against Kanda's nape.
"Do you enjoy being this mean? You don't fucking know anything about my damn life! I don't know why I even talk to you" the girl indignantly ranted against his surprised countenance when he turned to see his attacker.
"Did I say something wrong?" was Kanda's sardonic response.
"He is dead, you, asshole" she blurted out. The color in her cheeks produced by her sudden anger slowly drifted away as she calmed down. "He died a long time ago" she murmured without knowing why, staring intently at the front of the classroom trying to memorize the patterns of the faint traces of chalk in the blackboard so her mind wouldn't pity the loss. Again.
She felt Kanda's blue eyes fixated on her affected countenance for a long moment of uncomfortable silence, and wondered what the actor was staring at. She decided to keep on talking, trying to bother him with her annoying voice so he could finally mind his own business.
"But of course, you can't understand, because rich and spoilt children like you cannot even imagine what we, the so named commoners, have to go through. No, of course not, instead, you all live the great life with your ridiculously rich parents without having any worries about where the hell you are going to sleep next night or how the hell you are supposed to stretch money so you can eat another day, because everything-"
"My parents abandoned me" Kanda abruptly snapped, silencing her rant. Keira faced him, the words he had pronounced slowly sinking in her brain.
His countenance was expressionless, completely empty of any emotion, but one of his hands had balled into a tight fist. He finally averted his eyes from her, noticing the girl's scrutinize.
"Really?" she inquired after the close examination. A flash of guilt passed through her chest, so fast that she opted to ignore it instead. She didn't know that about him, so she was not guilty at all, right? Besides, it wasn't like if she had said anything harmful or important.
"Tsch, stupid naïve woman" he sneered "Go feel sorry for yourself, you deserve it"
She huffed and picked the notebook she had thrown to Kanda from the floor. A group of three students entered that moment in the classroom, so she didn't dare answer Kanda's insult. Instead, her attention was called towards Jun Sakamoto, the guy with whom she had had lunch the last week.
He was a tall, average student with excellent manners and a Kodak smile. His hair was kind of curly, inheritance of his European's ascendance, while his eyes were exactly the same of any other Japanese citizen.
Keira found him extremely agreeable, a total contrast with Kanda's cold, bitchy character. She was still the only girl in school that didn't drool in the actor's presence so maybe that was probably why the boys preferred to talk to her than to any other of their female classmates.
It was incredible that even when a week had already passed, half of the girls still screamed every time they came across Kanda in the hallways, or even when they entered the classroom; like if they weren't able to believe that he was studying in Black Order High.
However, and even when a bunch of letters and presents appeared every day after lunch on his desk, he remained impassive to all those attentions, throwing away the gifts in the trash bin like if they were only garbage. He was perfectly nonchalant to the chicks that followed him wherever he went, just talking when he got really pissed off –which happened every five seconds- to order them to leave him alone.
The Drama Club represented to him the only island in that crazy ocean. His presence there was still a secret, so there were only Komui and a few students who, after fifteen minutes of secret appreciation, finally got working and forgot about him as Kanda Yuu, looking up at the actor as a teacher instead. It was a great change, still too much for his antisocial personality, but, in comparison with the hordes of hormonal teenagers that he had to deal with the entire morning, being in the theatre was a relief.
The last week was spent with exercises and basic training until the script of the new play was delivered. For what Komui had told him, that same day the role play they were going to represent as the final semester's project was going to be revealed, so, from that day on, there would be true work to do instead of the childish performance games.
The bell of the first recess resounded, and all the students prepared to leave for their lunch. Keira did the same, standing up and packing her books inside her schoolbag.
"Hey, you, loser" a high-pitched voice called. Keira didn't notice she was the one being summoned until someone tipped on her shoulder. The brunette lifted her eyes to meet the blonde bitch of before together with a pair of girls that were just frowning hardly at her for no reason at all.
"What?" Keira snorted in response. Behind the school princesses' shoulder she saw Maia watching the scene with preoccupation in her eyes.
"Is it true what they say, huh?" the blonde one whose name she couldn't remember said "That they overheard you talking with Kanda-sama this morning?"
Keira blinked bewildered. Talking to Kanda? She directed a fast gaze to her side, where the said man was putting some of his black notebooks inside the Gucci briefcase he took to school, completely oblivious of the discussion being carried beside him.
So the boys that entered that morning were eavesdropping? She "And what if I was?"
"Indolent commoner!" one of the School Bitch's companions scandalized, agitating her false-curly raven hair. "Just look at your clothes! What is it, a second-hand pair of sneakers? Ja!" she pointed horrified to Keira's brown and dirty sneakers.
"Do you think someone like you can even get close to Kanda-sama?" the blonde bitch maliciously laughed with no glee at all "Stay away from him" she walked around Keira to stand right next to Kanda's seat, who was still indifferent to their small quarrel.
Keira raised an eyebrow. "And who do you think you are to give me orders?" she snapped and crossed her arms in front of her chest. It wasn't like she really wanted to defy them because of Kanda since she wasn't even interested in the male actor, but if there was something she truly couldn't stand were the ignorant and disdainful people.
The two followers of School Bitch gasped, while the leader only scowled deeper to the brunette rebel. "I am the fabulous Aiko Nishimoto, heiress of the legendary Nishimoto Company. And you? You are nobody, I guess" she laughed disdainfully, pointing to Keira's humble clothes and messed hair while one of her fingers slowly caressed Kanda's shoulder "I am the only one here worth of Kanda-sama's attention, right, Kanda-sama?" she purred right next to the actor's ear.
"Get away from me" the male growled and walked away from Aiko's conceited hands. The heiress huffed incensed, kicking the floor with her Channel boots. Keira chuckled at the sight before leaving with Maia, who was still waiting in the door way.
"No play?" Kanda furrowed his eyebrows.
"Well, I truly couldn't decide which one was the best" Komui lamely explained.
"Let me guess" Maia exasperatedly sighed "You had it in your desk but you lost it"
"You are a smart one, kid" the Drama teacher winked "But we have no time to lose, I have a plan B"
"What? Don't tell me we're performing Romeo and Juliet again, that's way too used" Raito rolled his eyes. He remembered starring that play for the last four years due to Komui's carelessness.
"No, of course not. We are going to work on the two predominant and most important feelings of the performance world" the Chinese man grinned to students with proud "Love and Hate"
"That is a really lame plan" Maia exclaimed. She was the type of girl that never kept anything to herself but preferred to express all her opinions, were wrong or right. "There are other feelings in theatre, like anger, desperation, happiness…"
"And most of them derivate from these two roots. Happiness, hope, melancholy and all of those nice feelings come principally from love; while anger, fury, vengeance, etcetera, derivates from hate. So we are working like this: for the first two weeks of the month we'll dive through the different effects of love. The next two weeks we'll explore hate derivations, it is an excellent plan!" the teacher looked at his students, who unsurely agreed one by one, ending up with Kanda who just shrugged at the decision.
"Excellent" he smirked and joined his hands "So, today we'll start with the most known and most difficult love's part to interpret: romance. We have to make partners. Raito, go with Maia" he pointed to the first one and then to the girl. The partner got together instantly and walked apart from the group. "Fye and Kaede, go there. Alright, Rika, Hinata, you get along really well, you wouldn't mind playing the lover's role together, right?" he stared at the girls, who were talking in a low voice to each other. They looked at each other doubtfully for a moment before nodding. "So that leaves Keira and Kanda"
"What?" the girl exclaimed.
"Acting was not a part of the deal, Lee" Kanda deadpanned from his place at the chairs.
"Neither otherwise, Kanda" the teacher smiled "It may help to improve your relationship, so go, go, work"
"No" the actor flatly refused. "Play the role you"
"That'd be against teacher's policy. Kanda, don't make me remind you that you are still a student here. Just for today" Komui requested.
There was a whole minute of deadly silence in which Kanda and Komui sent withering looks to each other, trying to make the other one yield. Komui didn't retracted, not even when the actor was giving him his most terrible glare. Finally, the Japanese teenager sighed and reluctantly placed himself beside Keira.
"Alright" Komui tried to suppress a smile without much success "You have fifteen minutes to prepare a small sketch with your partners where you represent romance, it is for your extra credits, don't forget. So, ready, set, go!"
"Okay, you don't want to do this, I don't want to do this, but let's pull it off" Keira muttered to her companion. They were standing in a solitary corner behind the stage, away from the presence of the others, but, still, they could hear their conversations.
Kanda clicked his tongue. "Tsch, just go out there and let your adoration for me flow" the actor smugly smirked under the dim light of the only lamp hanging from the far stage.
"Ha, it would be easy if I actually felt any of it" she snorted "C'mon, let's just represent some of your old romantic scenes, you might have one"
"Can't you think of any by yourself?" he reproached.
"Who's the actor here, Kanda?" Keira retaliated; forcing the actor shut his mouth. He thought for a moment about a past scene, maybe one of the last movie he starred with Chinese actress Lenalee Lee, for which he was nearly tortured by their drama teacher, could work for this time. He reluctantly communicated the idea to Keira, who accepted it immediately just because her brain was completely dry. After that, they tried to practice it in a low voice so the others wouldn't find out their plan.
"I can't do it!" Keira hissed after five minutes of useless rehearsal. The first couple was already performing in the front, a poor actuation in Kanda's opinion, but he decided to focus instead in the matter at hand.
Keira was really blockheaded at that. He had seen her perform before and thought her really good, but when it came to romance, her abilities seemed to turn off. She couldn't emanate the passion and feeling and her words became flat in her mouth, no trace of emotion in them. Even Kanda, who wasn't exactly a fan of the romantic genre, was making it a lot way better. Well, he was a professional, besides, but it still didn't justify the girl's incompetence.
"I see it" he deadpanned. "Your words lack of feeling, your position is too stiff. Relax." He commanded. The girl tried to follow his instructions and start all over again, but just the moment he approximated, her self-control disappeared and her whole body rebelled against herself, her shoulder unconsciously squaring and her hands balling into fists.
"I said, relax. Say your lines" he whispered.
"I…I truly can't go on without…you…argh, I can't, Kanda!" she repeated. Keira let out a desperation moan when they heard the second couple being summoned, their minutes to prepare running out.
"Just remember the last time you were in fucking love!" he murmured, his patience definitely lost.
"I had never been in love" she weakly responded.
"Really? Because you are a girl and you are stupid, and stupid girls usually…"
"Would you stop that?" Keira interrupted his harsh sentence "I told you, my father died when I was eleven, so I had more important problems to deal with than love and boys" she confessed in a sudden attack of sincerity. When she realized that she had said more than meant, it was already too late. She internally scolded herself for being so reckless in her words since the least thing she wanted was people feeling pity for her situation. Cautiously, she lifted her head to meet Kanda's slight scowl.
They looked at each other in silence, forgetting all their surroundings. Suddenly, Keira realized that they were too close; Kanda's form almost leaned over her. The hypnotizing scent of his cologne embraced her senses, drifting her worries away for half a second until she noticed Kanda's smug smirk.
"Then, maybe I should teach you now the basics of love" he seductively murmured, lowering his voice to a husky tone that made Keira shudder. He leaned even closer, his both arms blocking any possible escape at her sides.
"What…what are y-you doing?" she stammered when she felt Kanda's warm breath below her ear. Her heart started furiously pounding against her ribs, so hard that she thought for a moment that Kanda was able to feel it too, due to the proximity.
"80% of love resides in physical sensations" he softly whispered in her ear with his sexy, hoarse voice "At least in the movie industry" his nose traveled down her jaw line before sinking in the crook of her neck. He rhythmically breathed against her tanned skin, slowly nuzzling her bare skin while one of his hands started playing with the hem of her blouse, sending chills down her spine. He then raised his head and let out a soft sigh that brushed her parted lips. "Now, look at me" he murmured.
Keira stared at his cobalt irises wide-eyed, not still believing the recent action.
"Imagine I am the best thing that has happened to you, which is probably the truth" his condescending tone burst the bubble of feigned lust. Keira grimaced at Kanda, who just kept talking with his auto-sufficiency. "Convince your pathetic self of this: you like being around me, you like my touch" he delicately traced her jaw line with one of his long fingers, ignoring the way the girl tried to squirm away "You like me. As long as we are in the stage, you like me and desire me more than anything else"
"I've been trying to convince myself of that the whole time" she icily replied.
"Then remember me this close to you, because you won't feel it again. Marmot" he sneered and jolted apart from her.
Their names were called after another fruitless rehearsal. Keira was as tense as before, not sure of how to act or what emotion her face should express, so when Kanda and she stepped into the stage, her mind was as blank that it would have been the same if they didn't plan anything.
Kanda confidently walked to the center of the platform with his long strides. His facial expression was a lot more relaxed than usual, his deep blue eyes artificially softening when he looked at her. It was fascinating, attractive and completely sweet in his own way, without taking away the seriousness and coldness of his character.
She understood that moment why he was so good at acting: because he could make the spectator feel anything he wanted. His outraged usual behavior was put aside for a moment, changing the perspective in which Keira had seen him up to that moment. She had never thought him capable of any other emotion besides anger and arrogance, but what his eyes emanated proved her completely wrong.
The way he was looking at her, with his shoulders down in a surrender gesture, the hands inside his pockets indicating his guard was down and his eyes, the most captivating thing she has seen… everything called her, invited her to fall for him and believe his bitchiness of before a mask which hid this facet of him.
A low hiss took her out of her daze and she blinked twice to return her feet to the ground. Kanda's mask was still on, but Keira could see how his left hand hid by his legs was summoning her to enter in action.
She put the engines of her brain to work, but with Kanda staring at her with that expression it was hard to focus. Her feet moved forward unsurely, tripping over an invisible obstacle when her eyes were absorbed again by the actor's pupils.
"You came" he murmured with a hoarse voice full of false relief. Keira didn't remember that line being part of their small sketch, maybe he was just improving to fix her sudden incapability.
"I…I…" she released her eyes from his and gulped "I…I can't go on like this" the words came flat, insensitive, almost cold. There was no inflexion in the sentence that suggested some feeling in it, just the words which didn't say anything at all.
"I told you it was dangerous" his rough hand covered her forearm, pulling her closer to his body. "Look at me" he whispered directly to her.
She took a deep breath before obeying him. They were as close as before, their faces separated by insignificant millimeters. When he talked, she felt the breath coming from behind his teeth, tasting the flavor of his lips in the tip of her tongue.
"Don't get involved, Kim, just go back to before meeting me" he harshly muttered at her. Opposite to his own words as planned, one of his hands touched her nape, locking some strands of her long hair within his fingers.
"I…can't go on like this, but I can't go on without you either" Keira rushed out nervously. It was pathetic, her phrase was pathetic; the nervousness in her voice was too obvious to go unnoticed.
"Cut" Komui ordered. Kanda stepped away from her immediately with a thousand of curses coming out of his mouth.
"Keira, I don't think you get the idea of romance at all. You said that like if they were forcing you at gunpoint" the teacher scolded.
Keira couldn't lift her eyes; instead, she looked down at her dirty sneakers. "I'm sorry"
"Being sorry is not enough" Kanda snapped from behind "You are pathetic. I'm leaving now" the Japanese actor strode down the stage, heading for the principal door.
Komui didn't attempt to stop him. He was tired too and somehow frustrated. Even when Keira's performance had clearly been the worst one, the others weren't good at all.
"Alright, you can leave now and use the rest of the day to rehearse your numbers, we'll repeat the activity tomorrow. Good afternoon, guys"
They all approached the theatre's chairs to grab their things and started leaving by couples.
"What happened to you, Keira? You made everything perfectly last week" Raito inquired, accommodating his backpack on his shoulder.
"It is pretty obvious: being like that with Kanda-sama must have left her wordless, right?" Maia smiled.
"Oh, how lucky you must have felt, Onozawa-san!" Kaede exclaimed "Having Kanda looking at you that way! I thought my knees were going to melt! If he could only look at me that way" the girl spun over her heels with a dreamy air, softly giggling to herself at something her mind created. However, she was abruptly called back to earth by Fye's hand which dragged her out the theatre with him for their rehearsing session.
"We should go practice too" Raito suggested to Maia, combing nervously his hair.
"I…guess?" the girl chuckled at his anxious expression.
"I should go find Kanda too, right?" Keira smiled without happiness.
"Run, girl, he must be at the parking lot by now" her friend advised. Keira made a hasty bow to them and sprinted out.
"Kanda! Kanda!" a female voice shouted someplace at his back.
Kanda growled and kept on walking to his black Porsche. It was supposed to still be class hours, so there was no reason at all for a stupid fangirl being out. He utterly ignored the stubborn calls, strolling nonchalantly to his vehicle.
A hand grabbed him by the shoulder just the moment he was about to open the driver's door.
"What the hell do you want?" he asked snappishly, looking down at the girl bent over her stomach while trying to recover her breath. She had a long brunette mane that covered her face completely, but by the form of her hair, so unusual in that part of the globe, it was easy to identify the student.
"Why didn't you stop when I yelled at you?" she questioned instead.
"Because I have nothing to do with you. Now, disappear" Kanda released his arm from the girl's grip with any effort.
"We…we need to practice…Komui left us that as a homework" Keira explained. She finally straightened and looked directly at Kanda.
"You need to practice" the actor replied emphatically.
"It's a romance scene, I can't do it alone" the brunette raised an eyebrow.
"Not my problem"
"Kanda, c'mon! It's for our extra credits, don't you wanna graduate from school with good notes?"
"Why should I need good notes? I have a secure job, now, go" Kanda opened the door of his car, pushing the girl aside without any consideration. She was really annoying, following him there to ask for a rehearsal! It was her fault that it didn't work out the way they had planned it. He had no obligation to put her up anymore outside of school.
"Kanda, please" Keira insisted. She placed herself between the leather seat of the luxurious car and its owner. "I need the extra credits"
"We are beginning the semester. You can't be that bad at school" the male sneered.
"Please?" the girl was practically begging, begging! Didn't she have any pride? Besides, it wasn't that important, one extra credit more or one less, what was the damned difference?
However, there was something in the way she was looking at him that broke his determination for a dreadful minute. Maybe it was that pitiful aura of hers, with the messy hair and the sloppy clothes, or maybe it was that for the way she had behaved last week Kanda concluded that she wasn't of the begging kind, so if she was pleading now it must be something important to her.
He let out a heavy sigh "Thirty minutes, that's all. Don't dare get my car dirty with those horrible shoes"
The girl happily grinned and surrounded the car to get to the passenger's seat.
"Huh! How did she make it? Who does she think she is?" Aiko Nishimoto kicked the ground in tantrum while contemplating the incredible scene in front of her.
She and her loyal friends had discovered the famous Japanese star walking to his car some minutes ago from a window. The blonde girl was about to put her perfect plan to work and run to approach him when the hateful brunette girl appeared, chasing the said man across the parking lot and screaming his name.
Aiko was confident that he would let her down the moment she stopped next to him because she wasn't worth of his attention, that was as clear as water; but the moment the group of friends saw astonished how the disheveled girl climbed into the car with Kanda, their whole plans vaporized.
"She must have used some dirty trick on him" Aiko reasoned, pacing back and forth in the classroom from which they had seen everything "That harpy, she is definitely gonna pay"
"Stop it" her voice resounded in the playground.
"Stop what?" a man angrily replied.
"Tha-That, that look" Keira stood up from the swing she sat in just to feel sure. She wasn't as tall as Kanda –he kept an advantage of five centimeters- but in that way she didn't feel like being harassed.
"It's part of the performance. Stop complaining, you don't have to say anything cheesy now" he argued.
They were in the middle of an empty playground, the cloudy weather discouraging the mothers to let their children be outdoors.
Kanda and Keira had decided to change their sketch for a simpler one in which she didn't have to make any kind of confession neither talk about feelings like the previous scene. Instead, everything resided in corporal and facial expressions, with which Keira felt more confident. Besides, Kanda was the one to perform the sentimental part of their sketch, so with his skills and her recovered confidence, the show should have been easily pulled off.
However, Keira found it really hard to focus whenever Kanda acted so differently around her. The way in which he talked and looked was stroking.
"One last time, woman" he deadpanned, tired of her incompetence.
Keira furrowed her eyebrows slightly, bringing her brain to concentrate and work. She tried to dissipate her own thoughts and leave only the lines Kanda taught her before.
She had to do it right, this time she was doing it right.
Keira sat down again on the swing and prepared herself mentally for the act.
"Do as if you are buttoning your shirt" he commanded from one side of the swing set.
Keira moved her fingers along her blouse accommodating the nonexistent buttons with parsimony and started walking around with a tired air after 'getting dressed'.
Kanda approached that moment wearing a numb mask. He stopped right in front of Keira, appreciating her face. She felt the blood arising to her cheeks but, again, forced her mind to work properly.
"I was going to leave" Keira said.
"Look at me, Onozawa" Kanda summoned in a parenthesis of their scene. Keira pursed her lips; she knew the moment she lifted her eyes to meet his flawless face her entire concentration was going to blow off.
"If my place is dangerous, then I can just go to Sae Hee Unni's place" she continued talking. Her sentence had the right connotation, came in the right volume and with the correct emotions printed. "I'll send you the clothes by mail. Just throw away the blood stained clothes"
Keira looked sheepishly at him for one moment. He was pissed off, she could tell, because while his face remained smooth and expressionless, his eyes hardened with irritation. That helped her to carry on with the small scene without hesitation, the source of her numbness already hidden behind the hardness of anger.
She started walking past him, slowly strolling away and stopped for a moment to keep talking.
"I wish you wouldn't quit the Blue House because of me" she said "I think you liked it working there. I'm disappearing now from your life. I promise I'll go back to when we hadn't met. How I saved you, it was just a repayment" Keira yearned to keep walking until Kanda's hand grabbed her wrist. She immediately stopped and her shoulders stiffened a little under the contact, but she managed to successfully wear the surprised and touched face her character was supposed to have.
"Don't go"
Kanda let the words sink in, while Keira moved nervously her pupils around her eye globe, pretending she didn't know what to say. Kanda's touch sent chills all over her body, rising just from her wrist and up her arm, which helped her to maintain the 'I'm totally moved by you' tirade.
"Please" he said with weird affection. "Don't go"
Nevermind why he was such a renowned actor. It was like if he could build anything he wanted with words, controlling his surroundings so well that the atmosphere itself submitted to his desires. Keira could feel his desperation oozing in his voice, could taste the bitterness of anguish in her own lips, Kanda's performance erasing the deserted playground to leave only the capsule of sentimentalism around them.
The girl reacted a second too late. Still embedded in her own sensations she walked away some meters until Kanda's arm embraced her from behind, smoothly surrounding her shoulders.
The romantic ambient broke up in a puff. Keira squirmed involuntarily under Kanda's half-hug, a surprised hiss escaping from her mouth.
"Tsch" the actor clicked his tongue with frustration after releasing her "It's over, go home"
"But we didn't finish!" Keira turned to face him but her eyes only landed on his back while he returned to his car.
"You are unprofessional and annoying, I'm leaving"
"I…just one more time. Kanda" she followed him. "Kanda"
A loud thunder drowned her summons. Slowly, cold drops of water started falling from the sky, quickly turning into a heavy rain.
"Go" the Japanese man hastily opened the driver's door and would have gone into the car if Keira's hand hadn't stopped him. "What?" he yelled to make his voice hear over the scandal of the downpour.
"I don't know how to go back. Could you…give me a ride?" she sheepishly requested with a wry smile.
"No" he replied acidly and shook her away.
"Kanda, please! I don't know where the hell I am!"
"Call a damn taxi" the actor got into the comfortable interior of his Porsche. He started the engine, ignoring the yells of the girl.
"Kanda! You, asshole" Keira muttered once the Porsche had disappeared behind a building. She returned to the sidewalk hugging herself with her arms to save some warmth.
How the hell was she supposed to go back? She knew so little of Tokyo…
"Ow, uncle Tyki, can't I play in the rain?" a childish voice protested somewhere behind.
"No, Rhode, we'll come back another day" a man replied.
Keira searched the source of the voices with her eyes instinctively, wondering what kind of person would go out with this weather.
Some meters away from her, a young man in his twenties opened the door of a black Mercedes to let a girl climb inside. He gently shut it close and hurried to the driver's seat when his eyes found hers.
"Hey, sweetie" he smiled at Keira "Do you need a ride?"
The young student blinked twice. Why was this stranger offering her a ride? Did he think her that stupid to get into a stranger's car? Keira examined his face, searching for any ulterior motive for his offer. He was clearly a foreigner because she had never seen that olive-colored skin neither the Occidental amber eyes. His black curls were dripping water as he walked towards her, not minding at all the uncomfortable weather.
"Are you waiting for someone?" he kindly inquired. He had a slight accent that weirdly reminded Keira of her childhood.
"Not really. I was wondering what bus I can take" she answered.
"No buses pass near here, sweetheart" the man chuckled "Where are you going?"
"Oak Street" she lied, saying the name of one random street that was near the one of her uncle's house.
"I am taking my niece to Willow Street, it is near there. I can give you a lift if you don't mind" he pointed with his finger back to the car with tinted windows where the form of the girl's head was clearly appreciated even when her features remained hidden.
"I don't wanna be a nuisance" Keira excused.
"It'd be my pleasure, how can a gentleman live with his conscience in peace knowing he left a lady standing out in the rain? Avoid me the weight of that guilt, please"
He was charming, especially with that smile on his lips. How could Keira say no? Besides, he was travelling with a small girl, so that should be a guarantee that he was not going to try anything weird during their trip.
"If you try anything funny with me…" she narrowed her eyes at him.
The westerner chuckled slightly. "Do I look like that kind of men?"
"Men don't usually approach a girl to offer her a ride. I know my mother didn't advice me against getting with strangers in a car for nothing" she contested with a diverted glint in her eyes.
"I don't know what kind of rude men you have coexisted with then. I give you my word that you'll safely arrive to your house" he took her hand and gently brought it to his lips "I'm Tyki Mikk, by the way"
A/N: Hate the cliffhanger, hate my redaction...however, I hope you liked this! So, this story is going in an interesting direction right now with Tyki's appearance, what can happen next? I don't know it myself.
And, what about this new script made by Allen? Oh I have evil plans for it!
So, the scene that Kanda and Keira performed in the playground was taken from the KDrama City Hunter (You can see, I am into Korean Dramas now xD) it is such a good and addictive drama, I totally reccommend it!
So, what about a review, huh? :D see you till' next Wednesday