I kind of think this story is going a little slow, lets speed things up shall we.
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Chapter 7:
Woah.
"Welcome," He grinned at me, patting the space by him. "Have a seat."
"I'm still doubting this," naturally I ducked my head, trying to avoid hitting a desk or chair above, until I came to the opening. It seemed like I would be completely surrounded but it only stopped at the wells, and now seeing as the supplies stacked high, nobody would notice we were in here even if the entered the room. I relaxed Even more when I slid into the space by Rutta. "You must had a lot of time on your hands."
Ignoring my comment, "See you shouldn't worry."
"Yea-" My eyes followed the walls, then back to the boy next to me. "It's like a roofless igloo."
"Good idea for skipping classes but a bad news for Eskimos, no worries."
"It's not my fault I get paranoid crawling under heavy equipment that can crush me. Like I said I would like to enjoy the life of an 18-year-old for at least a week thank you very much." I narrowed my eyes at the boy, flashing him a playful smile. He looked back at me with those eyes so golden like the shade of his hair. Only now that we were alone I'm barely noticing his features. He smiled, shaking his head as he reached into his pocket pulling a baby blue lighter.
I frowned my eyebrows when I noticed what he pulled out. "Woah woah, I don't think burning down the school would be an easy solution." I waved a hand in protest.
He looked at his hand, then back to me. The corner of his lip stretched into an eerie grin. "Well, I would never," dramatically placing his hand over his chest, tossing his head to then side as a few strands of hair flow into his view. "But if you want to, be my guest. I'll gladly lend you the lighters."
I rolled my eyes knowing well how much of a drama queen he could be. "You seem to get more and more dramatic every time you finish a book."
"You can say that but you didn't refuse my offer to burn down this hell hole."
"I'm not like that."
He only smiled, before crawling towards a desk by the way he came in pulling out a large paper bag.
"What's that?" I asked before he turned towards me smiling sheepishly. I then regretted asking.
"Something," he sang, crawling back to the space by me. Noticing my change of expression, "What's with look? You don't trust me?"
"Hmm, should I? Think about it," I rested my elbow on my knee, using my hand to support my head. Flashing an obvious fake smile, hoping he'd understood what I ment.
He only giggled into his hand before settling the box between us, flipping it open revealing a two beautifully wrapped piece of short-cake topped with strawberries.
My mouth watered of the sight. "my favorite."
"Short cake?" Delicately placing a piece on to a paper plate.
"Strawberries."
His smiled stretched wider at my response. "Happy Birthday," he sang as he lite the wick, holding it out. "Make a wish."
"This might take time." I joked.
"Need help? Maybe death upon everyone you hate."
"Hey hey now, hate is a strong word," I grew serious as I closed my eyes before taking a breath, happiness. blowing out the flame.
...
We sat there in silence as we snacked on the cake, I thought over what I wished for and why exactly I took it so serious. I only took yet another blow at a birthday candle to realize how desperate I am for an answer.
Rutta tapped on my shoulder, shoving his fork right by my mouth. His strawberry?
I swallowed the remaining sponge within my mouth before speaking. "What's this?" Soon feeling stupid for asking on obvious question. But Rutta knew what I mean.
"I'm not a fan of strawberries, you eat it."
He brushed the fruit against my bottom lips asking for entrance. regrettably I look at the bubbly boy who had whipped cream spread. I willingly cooperated, letting the boy feed me first, savouring the delectable treat. "Can you not feel that honestly?"
"Huh?"
"I swear I'm going to develop an unhealthy disorder if you don't whip you face." I glared at mess until I took action from being ignored. I furiously wiping the cream off his cheek with a napkin.
"When did you become my mother."
"When my little boy turned four." I coo.
"I can't thank you enough." I hid my face, embarrassed to let anyone other than my brother to do something like this for me. This was a first since I avoid everyone like a plague.
"There is one way of thanking me," I nodded waiting for him to continue. "Skip the rest of the day with me. You don't have to but I'm skipping even if you go back to class soo-"
"I-It's fine. I'll skip," It's the least I can do but here is better than dealing with everyone's bullshit even if I'm not interacting with them. "Maybe I'll take a nap, you have a book to finish right?"
It was like a light getting brighter, exactly how happy this boy can get. "Sounds perfect," he patted his tight "need a pillow?"
I took his offer, laying my head down. "Wake me up when you're done and we'll talk about it." Not waiting for a reply since I knew it already, letting sleep take me.
I'll never figure this guy out.
I laid motionless in a dark void, it's quiet. I can't see anything around me, only my body. It was like only the heat of my being was the light I see, but yet I feel so cold. Discomfort began to grow around me, maybe this was the afterlife. No passing heaven's incandescent gate. Maybe that's why I'm so cold. I'm being pulled away from my only wish. B-But if there is where happiness lies beyond the warmth being hauled out of my reach, I-
...
"Misaki," a hand shook me gently, pulling me out of my sleep. "Are you okay?"
I groaned, forcing open my eyes, sleep weighing down my eye lips. "Hm," I faced the boy looking down on me, concern filled his eyes. It started to worry me if I had said anything in my sleep. "What? Was I talking in my sleep?" I tried to think back to what I dreamt about, but it slipped my mind.
"No, but you're crying," handing me a napkin, "why?"
I sat up, stretching my arms before wiping my face of all tears. "I don't remember."
"Are you at least okay?"
I nod, "Yes," I wiggled into space getting comfortable but the floor was cold. Like. "are you finished with the book?"
"I did," he smiled but his eyes still showed concern.
"Tell me how it was."
"It was calming," He handed me the book before going about detail.
I admired the color, art, the fine print as I opened it, flipping page after page. I handled the book while I flipped through the last page where it read "About the Author. Usami, Akihiko."
"So this is the kind of books he writes."
"Oh you've heard of him?"
"Oh w-well," I chuckled at the thought of how Rutta sounding thrilled.
"So you have heard of him?"
"Well yeah, I've heard of him," I back away slightly. "I knew he was a writer but not this well-known." I've said to much
His eyes seem to sparkle. "So you've met him."
"I never said-"
"You've met him."
My eyes narrowed, "Are you-"
"Met, him?" He smiled sheepishly, thinking he's got me in the corner.
"I feel like I'm being interrogated," I sighed leaning against the wall. "with the same question at that."
"I'll take that as a yes then, so tell me," Here we go. "How do you know him?" He slid his body closer to mind, ready for a story to be told.
"My brother is good friends with him," I paused, feeling my chest pound. "He's my tutor, he's helping me into college there isn't much to say." I looked at the floor avoiding his eyes.
"You like him." His voice sounding high-pitched.
"What?" I eyes shot at the boy, laying a chin on his hand, smiling so joyfully.
"I know that face anywhere," His smile slowly faded. "I know the feeling too."
I wanted to ask but he would only bum him out. I'll regret it too since he's been so nice today. "Come to my house after school today," Only slightly changing the direction. "He'll be there. Plus pay back for the cake."
"Okay." He's expression soften.
"I'm home." I entered the house with Rutta trailing behind me. Expecting a response. "I guess he's not home yet. Want some tea?"
"Yes thank you." He spoke through a yawn before slumping down on to the couch.
...
"Misaki."
That voi- I turn my head slightly seeing the man look down at me.
"Misaki," a hand ran through my hair tucking some strands behind my ear. "Wake up."
"Hmm?" Not fully realizing how close the man was until he flashed such a sweet smile. "Sensei? Why are you-"
He backed away, "It's someone's birthday is it not?"
"Oh," I had the urge to go back to sleep but notice what I had used as a pillow was still out like a light. "Where is nii-chan?"
"He called me right before I got here saying that he was doing a little shopping," He looked over the scene on the couch, "also that he called the home phone, since there was no answer he assumed you weren't home."
Rutta groaned, but I ignored the sleeping teen as my eyes were on a sight I can't miss. "So you just walk in someone's house?"
"The front door was open."
"And-"
"Pardon my intrusion."
My eyes narrowed at the grown man. He smiled sheepishly know well I had no defense.
"Snooze button," Rutta poked at my hand groaning. "sleep."
"You need to wake up anyways," I flicked his cheek playfully. "I'll make us some tea," beginning to walk away stopping just at the door frame. I felt a bit irritated how the little shit wouldn't wake up. "You can at least keep your favorite author company." Seeing his head pop out of his cocoon made me feel satisfied.
It was nice having people around once in a while, the small talk was trivial. Nii-chan's brought home a pack of chocolate covered strawberries, makes me think he knows everything which scares me. But knowing how oblivious the man can be and how long he's acted like a parent there wasn't any time for him to enjoy being a teen, he knows what he should. Thudump. I did feel a little awkward being fed by your teacher, even though Nii-chan and Manami were preparing dinner, Rutta was in the bathroom. He's such a weird man, I'm kind of getting to the point where I think he's a pervert. I just have a feeling. Rutta didn't act like a complete fanboy, gawking at Sensei the entire night. I'm nervous. Tomorrow Rutta is most likely to constantly blabbering about Sensei. Also, tomorrow I have another tutoring session with him, that make it only worse. He's mentioned almost everywhere I go, it's like I can't get away. At the moment, I feel restless.
...
Yet I felt a calming sensation blanket over me pulling me into sleep. Finding myself covering in darkness.
Sensei, I'm cold.
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-Alanea.
