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Chapter Four Eyes Meeting
I raised my head as I heard the door's opening. My bedroom door's.
His hair was a big mess, wisps there and there pointing at different directions. His face was pale and the area under his eyes was black. He looked around like he was lost but then our gazes met. I knew that he had nothing more to wear but that small cloth but I couldn't help it; I felt my face grew warm when I noticed his bare chest and legs. I had never even kissed a man and now there was a nearly naked one in my house.
He broke our stare and looked away but I didn't know why. It was impossible to read him when his every gesture looked so... empty.
"Good morning", I tried to be polite. "Sorry, I don't have any... men's clothes for you but you can have one of my cloaks if you want. Or actually, you can take this."
I walked to chest where I kept my clothes and took the only thing I had brought with me from home.
"This is my grandpa's hakama", I said and offered the black pants to him. "But you can wear it."
He still didn't look at me but my floor and I started to get tired of waiting him to answer as I stood in front of him with the pants in my hand.
"Hey", I tried again. "Why wouldn't you tell me your name? My name is Kagome."
No answer, not even a look.
"Hey", this time I touched his shoulder and he flinched, quickly backing away. "Okay, I understand! You're scared but I'm not going to hurt you. I know you won't believe me but please don't run away."
He looked so small as he pressed his back against hut's wall and slid on the floor. I licked my lips, nervous and not knowing what to do next.
He was probably really hungry. I placed the pants on the chest and walked to my small table where already was my just made porridge. I took the bowl and slowly walked back to him. He didn't move to stop me or to back away but everything in him told about rejection.
"Take this. It's not much but it's food", I showed the bowl to him but he didn't look at it. Something came up to my mind. "Do you understand what I'm saying? Do you understand English? Or... Japanese?"
I saw how the ears on top of his head moved slightly.
"Do you want me to speak Japanese?" I said in my homeland's language.
There was the smallest shook of his head.
"So you understand English?"
A nod.
"Then eat this, please", I begged but he chose again to be quiet. I sighed loudly and grabbed his chin, making him look at me. There was no light in his yellow eyes, nothing. But I heard him growl silently. I didn't let go and with my other hand I took the spoon which was full of porridge. "Open up."
He just stared my eyes.
"Open up", I said again, little more gently this time. I saw him close his eyes and breathe through his nose. He opened his mouth just slightly. I carefully put the spoon inside his mouth and waited for him to take everything what was in it. I saw him slowly taste it when I let go of him and placed the bowl in his lap. Then I stood up and walked to chair and sat down by the table, taking my own portion.
I ate silently and I didn't dare to look if he ate too. If he did, he did it very very imperceptibly. But soon I heard when he moved and there was some rustling voice. Then I heard him walk back to my room and close the door.
Just then I looked around and I saw that he had taken my grandpa's hakama. And when I quietly walked to the bowl, I saw that it was empty.
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I couldn't play deaf anymore, I was tired of it. The food whatever rubbish it was, burned inside my stomach. When had been the last time since I have ate something?
But when I had tasted the food in my mouth, just simply my nature had taken control. I had eaten the whole thing, maybe it was a miracle that I hadn't devoured the bowl with it too.
Her eyes stared at me still when I put the pants on. There was much staring eyes inside my memory and now hers would stare at me too. Brown eyes- or no. Kikyo's eyes had been brown, her's were... like that sweet candy which I had eaten when I had been a kid...
...Chocolate. Like the taste of it, her eyes made me remember the warm times, happy times when I thought that it mattered that I was alive.
She had spoken Japanese just like my mother had many many ears ago. Her voice had sounded just as beautiful as hers.
Why did she have to make me feel these feelings again when all I wanted was to be dead? Why did she have to remind me of the past? What did she want from me?
Maybe she had just bought me because I was a cheap half-breed.
AN:
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