For the next few days, things seemed anxious between us. We didn't converse
much, but when we did, we stayed strictly off the subject of what had
happened. It was as if it never had happened. Shigure tended to give more
straight-forward answers, while I was quiet most of the time. I guess Yuki
sensed it.
One evening while we were eating dinner, Yuki pointed his chopsticks at Shigure. "Did something happen recently? Miss Honda, you seem rather quiet, and you, I don't think I've ever seen you go so long without cracking some stupid joke." "Yeah, you're right," Kyo agreed. There was an eery silence that followed, followed then by Yuki giving Kyo a dark, menacing look. Kyo just scowled. "So we agree for the first time," said Yuki darkly. Kyo just grunted. "So, did anything happen? Is something wrong?" asked Yuki, back on the subject. "Oh, uh, no. E- everything is fine, really," I said reassuringly. Shigure didn't speak. There seemed to be a hole in the conversation without his input. Drawing Yuki's suspicions, he turned to Shigure who was sitting there innocently, eating his rice. "Right, Shigure?" Shigure looked up. "Oh, yeah. Why would you think something was wrong? I'm fine. We're fine," he said reassuringly. And with that, went back to his rice. Yuki sighed a long sigh. "All right then. Thank you, Miss Honda. It was delicious." "Oh, thank you." As Yuki stood from the table, followed by Kyo, I was left only with Shigure.
The immediate silence seemed to engulf the room. Shigure had finished his rice and sat at the table next to me. The silence filled my ears. At times like these Shigure would almost certainly tell a joke to lighten the mood. I waited for the punch-line desperately, but none came. Just silence. Silence. I could hear faintly Shigure's unsteady breathing as well as my heart beating in my chest. I wanted to say something, to break the silence, but I couldn't. I couldn't find any words. And so I prayed for him to speak first, unless he was feeling the same way I was.
"So." The words hit my ears and I payed close attention to every syllable. "I don't think we've had miso soup for quite a while. That would be good sometime soon." All of my expctations and hopes fell away. Disappointed, I said: "Y- yes, that would be good. But I'm not sure Kyo would agree," I replied. He chuckled to himself softly. "Yes, he would not like that." I knew Shigure was avoiding "the subject" at all costs, even if it meant discussing Kyo's disliking to miso soup. This conversation seemed to be headed nowhere I wanted to be. I said nothing in reply. Finally, Shigure said: "I should go," as he rose from the table and left.
The silence settled around the room once again. I stood to clean the table. "He didn't even say 'thank you.' Didn't even finish his dinner," I muttered as I gathered the bowls. My hand fumbled idly for the contents of the table as the wind blew outside. The trees swooshed in the late afternoon sun gently setting below the horizon. But I wasn't thinking about that now. I was still wondering what was there, in that book, I couldn't see. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^... [Shigure]
I watched her for a moment from the staircase as she cleaned the table. I wanted so much to apologize right then. The pain had over the last 48 hours become so unbearable I could hardly think about anything beside it. It consumed me like nothing else. I couldn't even write. The ideas would not come. A brick wall had been built in my mind restricting most other thoughts. A nightmare that I could not forget.
In truth, I really had no idea how to handle this.
But I knew I had brought this upon myself. Tohru was sad and hurt because I had been stern with her, becoming angry. I know I could've been better with that situation. But the panic overtook me and all I knew was I had to get the book away from her.
It makes me think: what would Hatori have done in that situation? I'm sure he would have stayed always calm and collected, gentlemanly. Even Aya too could have probably handled it better than I did. There are so many aspects of myself that I find only now, I need to perfect.
Where do I go? What do I do?
Hey, how's that for ch. 2? Is it good? Could be better? I'll be posting ch. 3 soon. It doesn't take me long to write a chapter, promise. So, read on! I hope you're enjoying this. Bye! ~ Tsubasa
One evening while we were eating dinner, Yuki pointed his chopsticks at Shigure. "Did something happen recently? Miss Honda, you seem rather quiet, and you, I don't think I've ever seen you go so long without cracking some stupid joke." "Yeah, you're right," Kyo agreed. There was an eery silence that followed, followed then by Yuki giving Kyo a dark, menacing look. Kyo just scowled. "So we agree for the first time," said Yuki darkly. Kyo just grunted. "So, did anything happen? Is something wrong?" asked Yuki, back on the subject. "Oh, uh, no. E- everything is fine, really," I said reassuringly. Shigure didn't speak. There seemed to be a hole in the conversation without his input. Drawing Yuki's suspicions, he turned to Shigure who was sitting there innocently, eating his rice. "Right, Shigure?" Shigure looked up. "Oh, yeah. Why would you think something was wrong? I'm fine. We're fine," he said reassuringly. And with that, went back to his rice. Yuki sighed a long sigh. "All right then. Thank you, Miss Honda. It was delicious." "Oh, thank you." As Yuki stood from the table, followed by Kyo, I was left only with Shigure.
The immediate silence seemed to engulf the room. Shigure had finished his rice and sat at the table next to me. The silence filled my ears. At times like these Shigure would almost certainly tell a joke to lighten the mood. I waited for the punch-line desperately, but none came. Just silence. Silence. I could hear faintly Shigure's unsteady breathing as well as my heart beating in my chest. I wanted to say something, to break the silence, but I couldn't. I couldn't find any words. And so I prayed for him to speak first, unless he was feeling the same way I was.
"So." The words hit my ears and I payed close attention to every syllable. "I don't think we've had miso soup for quite a while. That would be good sometime soon." All of my expctations and hopes fell away. Disappointed, I said: "Y- yes, that would be good. But I'm not sure Kyo would agree," I replied. He chuckled to himself softly. "Yes, he would not like that." I knew Shigure was avoiding "the subject" at all costs, even if it meant discussing Kyo's disliking to miso soup. This conversation seemed to be headed nowhere I wanted to be. I said nothing in reply. Finally, Shigure said: "I should go," as he rose from the table and left.
The silence settled around the room once again. I stood to clean the table. "He didn't even say 'thank you.' Didn't even finish his dinner," I muttered as I gathered the bowls. My hand fumbled idly for the contents of the table as the wind blew outside. The trees swooshed in the late afternoon sun gently setting below the horizon. But I wasn't thinking about that now. I was still wondering what was there, in that book, I couldn't see. ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^ ^... [Shigure]
I watched her for a moment from the staircase as she cleaned the table. I wanted so much to apologize right then. The pain had over the last 48 hours become so unbearable I could hardly think about anything beside it. It consumed me like nothing else. I couldn't even write. The ideas would not come. A brick wall had been built in my mind restricting most other thoughts. A nightmare that I could not forget.
In truth, I really had no idea how to handle this.
But I knew I had brought this upon myself. Tohru was sad and hurt because I had been stern with her, becoming angry. I know I could've been better with that situation. But the panic overtook me and all I knew was I had to get the book away from her.
It makes me think: what would Hatori have done in that situation? I'm sure he would have stayed always calm and collected, gentlemanly. Even Aya too could have probably handled it better than I did. There are so many aspects of myself that I find only now, I need to perfect.
Where do I go? What do I do?
Hey, how's that for ch. 2? Is it good? Could be better? I'll be posting ch. 3 soon. It doesn't take me long to write a chapter, promise. So, read on! I hope you're enjoying this. Bye! ~ Tsubasa