Thank you for having taken the time to read my story, and for having taken
the time to review. It's taken to heart. I'm going to be busy this
weekend so unfortunately until Monday I probably won't be able to add
anymore to my story. It's finals, a tennis match, and some other stuff.
Well, at least it's not my black belt evaluation just yet! = )
Anyway please enjoy the next chapter of Trading Pain. I hope your enjoying it. Thank you again for taking the time to read and review.
Notes:
Afternoon rice: If you translate the word lunch in Japanese this is the LITERAL translation. I hadn't even realized I'd done it until I went back and edited. I just liked the sentence so much I just kept it the way it was.
Chapter 10: Realizations
Akito couldn't stop trembling.
What had he done? He'd never done anything like it before.
Never.
During his life he had intentionally hurt anyone that was even a little close to him, but to comfort someone... to just grab them and hold them in his arms, that was something he had never done before.
He was amazed by how good it had felt to just hold onto her for those few moments, how at peace he had felt inside.
Why was he trembling? Was it because he wanted to go back in there and tell Ritsu to get the hell out, and just hold her again?
The very thought brought a sneer of disgust to Akito's face. He had always been strong. Those kind of unnecessary actions were just a waist of time and effort. Those were the ways to make someone else care about you, a way to manipulate a person into doing what you needed them to do. She didn't matter she was just a means to an end.
So why was he still trembling?
Akito definitely didn't like the way things were going. Perhaps if he distanced himself?
No he needed her to break the curse; he couldn't afford for her to not do it. This was his one shot at regaining everything that had been taken away from him; this could also be his only chance. He couldn't risk messing it up. No matter what happened, he had to stay on good terms with her. This was business.
Damn his hands!
Angrily he folded his arms under his kimono. Couldn't they behave just for a few blasted minutes!
Angrily he stalked down the corridor, it was almost time for the afternoon rice, and knowing that GIRL, she had probably forgotten.
It was obvious to Akito that Adrian didn't really know how to take care of herself. She needed someone around constantly, to make sure that, just in general, she didn't get so absorbed in what she was doing that she seriously starved herself.
He thought many times of assigning Hatari to her side, but always rejected the idea out of hand. This was his payment to her, he kept reminding himself. This was his assigned duty. Regardless of his reactions he would stay by her side, until her goal was completed.
What about afterwards though?
That was an unwelcome thought. What would happen afterwards?
She'd leave.
The rice bowls in his hands crashed loudly as they hit the wooden floor and shattered.
His hands were trembling again, this time with an emotion he understood all to well, but why this? Why now?
He couldn't be afraid.
Chapter 11: Decisions
Anyway please enjoy the next chapter of Trading Pain. I hope your enjoying it. Thank you again for taking the time to read and review.
Notes:
Afternoon rice: If you translate the word lunch in Japanese this is the LITERAL translation. I hadn't even realized I'd done it until I went back and edited. I just liked the sentence so much I just kept it the way it was.
Chapter 10: Realizations
Akito couldn't stop trembling.
What had he done? He'd never done anything like it before.
Never.
During his life he had intentionally hurt anyone that was even a little close to him, but to comfort someone... to just grab them and hold them in his arms, that was something he had never done before.
He was amazed by how good it had felt to just hold onto her for those few moments, how at peace he had felt inside.
Why was he trembling? Was it because he wanted to go back in there and tell Ritsu to get the hell out, and just hold her again?
The very thought brought a sneer of disgust to Akito's face. He had always been strong. Those kind of unnecessary actions were just a waist of time and effort. Those were the ways to make someone else care about you, a way to manipulate a person into doing what you needed them to do. She didn't matter she was just a means to an end.
So why was he still trembling?
Akito definitely didn't like the way things were going. Perhaps if he distanced himself?
No he needed her to break the curse; he couldn't afford for her to not do it. This was his one shot at regaining everything that had been taken away from him; this could also be his only chance. He couldn't risk messing it up. No matter what happened, he had to stay on good terms with her. This was business.
Damn his hands!
Angrily he folded his arms under his kimono. Couldn't they behave just for a few blasted minutes!
Angrily he stalked down the corridor, it was almost time for the afternoon rice, and knowing that GIRL, she had probably forgotten.
It was obvious to Akito that Adrian didn't really know how to take care of herself. She needed someone around constantly, to make sure that, just in general, she didn't get so absorbed in what she was doing that she seriously starved herself.
He thought many times of assigning Hatari to her side, but always rejected the idea out of hand. This was his payment to her, he kept reminding himself. This was his assigned duty. Regardless of his reactions he would stay by her side, until her goal was completed.
What about afterwards though?
That was an unwelcome thought. What would happen afterwards?
She'd leave.
The rice bowls in his hands crashed loudly as they hit the wooden floor and shattered.
His hands were trembling again, this time with an emotion he understood all to well, but why this? Why now?
He couldn't be afraid.
Chapter 11: Decisions