HIIII! That's all.
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When I blinked open my eyes, the bright ceiling and tiled room were gone, in its place were a cream, carved ceiling and carved-in walls. The freezing floor on which I had slept on was replaced by a warm mattress. The whole room was different.
To prove to myself that I was fully awake – and not in some kind of dreamland that I occasionally imagined about – I sat up.
Then promptly realized this had been a bad decision.
The nausea, which I had been sure was gone when I opened my eyes, came back thrice as how it had been before I slept. Water and my dinner yesterday came up and I hurled into the basin of water beside the mattress I was on. I would say sorry to whoever owned the basin later.
After I was done throwing up, I felt a great deal better. Oh, sure, my head was still pounding like crazy and the nausea hadn't completely gone out together with my throw up, but it was less excruciating than before.
My eyes were tearing, even though I was sure that I wasn't crying. My head –
Oh, was it killing me.
My head was pounding, as if someone was hammering a nail on it.
The room was oddly cold, but I was burning inside. Must be an effect of throwing up, I thought.
Being aware that I was indeed in the fancy room, I took a good look around and noticed that it was quadruple the size of the bright room before. The room, I realized, had a heck lot of pillars and carvings on them. In one corner stood a bookshelf about 3 yards long. Swords and arrows were neatly stacked inside an open wooden shelf. And it would take me eons to describe the rest of the furniture in the room, so I will stop with that.
I was on a bed the size of my bedroom at home, under a thick, red comforter. My hands and legs were, quite surprisingly, still bonded together with those thorny stuff. And I, myself, was still only wearing the piece of blanket from yesterday.
I was upset with this, of course, because I would choose to be clothed and unbounded rather than to be placed in a fancy, yet creepy, room.
Then a question suddenly arouse in my head. Who actually moved me here?
I looked around, searching for answers or people that I could ask answers from. But my search came out negative. I was the only person in the room, barely clothed and limbs bonded.
Great.
Suddenly, a shadow came from the slightly ajar door and I felt my hands clenched my blanket tighter around me. I shut my eyes tight, scared of what I might see, and hoped for the best.
Please, I thought, don't be the guards. Don't be the guards. I beg you.
That was it. They were going to touch me in this very bed I was on. No wonder they didn't clothe me or cut off the bond around my limbs. It would make it hard for them with my arms flailing around.
When I felt a yank on my bare shoulders, I sank in the bed and shouted in horror before they could do anything else, "Please! Don't! I beg you!
I thought about what I said, and noticed how weak I sounded. But I couldn't care less about how I sounded at that point.
I was barely clothed, my limbs bonded, and now they were going to have me as their 'treat' before they execute me. Why would I care about how I sounded?
"Please!" I cried. Tears were actually forming on the corners of my eyes. "I beg you… Please!"
The hand quickly let go of me as if I was on fire. My heart slowed down for a tenth of a second before my hands quickly pulled the comforter above my head, as if that could shield me from the people of the Class.
It was only then that I realized how bad I was shaking – my hands, especially. My heart thrashed around my chest, every beat seemed to contribute in pushing my eyeballs out. My lips quivering, I highly doubt that my attackers were able to understand what I had been stammering about.
So I started again, "Please… I beg you… Don't…"
I heard a sigh and a clattering sound.
Great, they even brought swords with them.
Oh, I thought, this is just great, alright…
…Not.
"It's alright. I won't hurt you. I won't even touch you, if you don't like it. But please, I'm not going to hurt you."
Perplexed by the voice, I rolled onto my stomach and poked my head out of the comforter above me. I turned out to be completely mistaken as to who was coming in and his intention.
For starters, the person who came in looked nothing like the guards from last night. Oh, no. This guy happened to looked exactly the opposite of the guards – which was a good thing, considering how terrible the guards looked.
Second, his intention, as it turned out, wasn't to have me as his 'treat', but rather to give me something that would fill my empty stomach.
And third, I happened to know this guy.
"You," I spat out, intending to sound cold, but my voice failed me. "Traitor."
God, you have no idea how relieved I was to have said that to him. It had been nagging me ever since I woke up. No, even before I fell asleep I had been waiting to say that to him, but I was too tired and all.
To say that he looked surprised to be addressed this way would be a massive understatement. He even looked back to see if I was really talking to him, but, of course, there was only a thick curtain behind him.
"Excuse me?" Usui retorted. And if I wasn't mistaken, he sounded kind of mad.
But he had no right to be, right? I mean, if he had come clean with all this Class stuff, I wouldn't have called him a traitor.
"I'm here to give you food and you call me a traitor?" he continued. "Well, excuse me, but I was just trying to help!"
The grumpy part of me wanted to say, "Arrogant, little bastard." But I knew that he had a point.
This was when a pang of guilt appeared in my gut.
I guess I was a bit hard on him. Maybe he didn't tell me that because he wasn't aware of my hatred towards the Class. After all, he hadn't known me for a long time and I hadn't bothered to ask him about anything related to his personal life.
But despite that, I still felt deceived. For what, I have no idea.
So when he was about to pick up the tray of food on the bedside table beside the bed I was on, which would explain that the clattering sound I heard before wasn't from swords but the steel tray itself, I quickly muttered, "I'm sorry."
This, I saw, even surprised him more.
He paused for a while, looking as if someone had just smacked him on the head with a weighing stone, apparently thinking about what I was sorry about.
"For calling you a traitor," I added softly, pulling my head in the comforter slowly like a turtle. "I didn't mean it."
The look on his face softened as he straightened himself and sat down beside me on the bed.
This, however, triggered my instinct to run.
"Run. It's the guards. They're here to hurt you," it seemed to say.
And I couldn't stop myself from jumping before my body instinctively did so. And that was how I ended up being on the floor on the other side of the bed with my body tangled up in the comforter.
Usui gasped and quickly scrambled up and ran beside me. "Are you alright?"
That, I counted, had been the second time he had asked me if I was alright in situations where I clearly wasn't. Again, my insides wanted to shout, "Arrogant, little bastard."
When he was about to reach out to help me up, I dodged away his hand and stared down at my naked feet.
My heart was hammering, and breathing slowly didn't help slow it down. I knew he wasn't going to hurt me – well, I was pretty sure, anyway – but my body just wouldn't bare his touch. I don't think my body was ever going to bare anyone's touch from now on, not after what had happened.
I dragged myself into the corner of the bed and another bedside table on the other side and stayed as still as possible, which wasn't still at all, considering how badly I was trembling with fear.
Usui looked at me worryingly, before sighing, standing up to retrieve the meal he had brought in for me and placing it down before me.
I was starving, I know that for sure. But my body just simply rejected any command to move and gobble up the meal before me. The meal consisting of a bowl of steaming broth and meat, beside it stood a glass of red liquid, which fumed out a bittersweet scent; so inviting, and yet my starving body was rejecting to even touch it.
So instead of eating the whole tray in one bite, like how I would if I wasn't in such a state of trauma, my mouth said, without my control whatsoever, "I'm not hungry."
Really, it wasn't fair how my body could act on its own.
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