By Louann1
Chapter 2: It's OK To Let Yourself Be Sad
" Syaoran! Your hot!"
Those were the first words that I heard when I woke up on my second day at the Kinomoto residence. My sight was blurry but I cold tell that it was Sakura. Her emerald eyes were so bright that I could recognise them in a fog. OK... Maybe a very, VERY thin fog.
" Huh?"
That was my reply. Not the best for someone who is meant to be good with words. Then again, I had just woken up... AND had taken what she said the wrong way.
" Lay down..." Miss Kinomoto gently pushed me back to bed. Her hands were warm and caring. I obeyed her command and lay still underneath my green covers. If Miss Kinomoto had access to my room I guess I have to wear proper pyjamas to bed. That's sort of besides the point.
" Wha-... ahem... What are you doing here?" My voice was croaky and now that I look back at it my question didn't make good sense seeing as it was her house.
" I'm looking after you," Her face changed from the look of worry to happiness in less than a second. This is something that I find amazing. She can seem happy no matter what she's doing because she always has a smile on her face.
" But I'm fine... Blah.. I sound terrible," I protested back. She had already given me accommodation, she didn't need to look after me as well.
" See? You aren't fine..." She caressed my forehead. I could feel myself burning up even more.
" Where are you going?" I asked with some trouble as Miss Kinomoto exited my temporary room.
" I'll be back in a second, try to relax. OK?" She left before I even had the chance to reply.
So I laid there on my borrowed bed quietly. I turned to look at the alarm clock next to me. It was precisely 11.58am. The midday news would be on TV. As I am a journalist I have to keep up to date with the news. Boring I know but it's a living.
I summoned up the strength to get up. I felt a bit woozy but I shook it off. I slipped on some green slippers that were by my door and began to make my way to the living room.
I froze at the bottom of the stairs. I could hear hushed voices. I crept quietly closer and could make out that it was Miss Kinomoto and another. He was male, for sure, but he had a weird Osaka accent. I could faintly make out their conversation.
" How is he?" The Osaka voice spoke
" He's got a fever. He's resting at the moment." I guessed they were talking about me.
" Be careful with him Sakura. You don't know him that well. You can't risk revealing-"
" I know... I know too well..." I was right.
She did have a secret.
" That's good to know."
" It's just hard."
" You managed it before."
" That was different."
" How?"
" He's different. I sense something from him. He's trustworthy."
" He works for the regional press. How is that trustworthy? Remember that time with the local press?" Local press? I would've recognised her name if it was in the local news. I get all local news sent straight to my laptop. I do my best to remember them all but it's hard. It's very time consuming. Besides... I don't work for a regional newspaper! I work global!
" Barely."
" Exactly, because precautions weren't taken and so action had to be. Think how much worse it would be!"
" What?"
" Just expect the unexpected." I'd heard that phrase before... I think it was while I was I was studying martial arts. I needed to train for my mission. The one I turned down... I didn't think that I wanted to be involved if it included violence.
I heard her footsteps advancing and I quickly made my way to the living room and I threw myself onto the sofa, grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Not exactly confortable.
" Syaoran?" She calls me Syaoran. She asked me if she could. I couldn't exactly say ' No you may not!', could I?
" Yeah?"
" Oh... I thought I told you not to move?" She placed a tray with a meal onto the coffee table effortlessly.
" Sorry. I saw that the news was on," I lied though my teeth. I don't think she believed me though. " I have to catch up."
" Why didn't you tell me?"
" I thought that you were already attending to someone... I didn't want to disturb you," I added the last bit quickly as she immediately tensed up. " You were... Weren't you?"
" No," Miss Kinomoto simply smiled and said." You must be imagining it."
" I guess..." I replied. That was clearly a lie. Who hallucinates when they have a sore throught? Not me.
" ' And lastest news: The deaths of Samantha Kytori and Jasmine Satoshi are being investigated. Both women of the same age were found dead with no trace of evidence leading to the cause of their deaths. We go to the head of Police, Detective Poi who is on the case." The screen changed and an overweight man, who had clearly been pigging out on some doughnuts before going on air, and thinning hair appeared on screen.
" ' Well... These strange women had strange deaths. We are doing the best we can to make sure that something this strange doesn't happen again. We recommend that no young woman go out unaccompanied to prevent something strange. This is all very strange-' "
The TV turned off.
Miss Kinomoto held the remote in her quivering hands.
Honestly, there was a look ofextreme shock on her face. Her eyes were wide and she stood in a state of gasping but she made no sound.
" Miss Kinomoto?" I stood up and placed my hands on her shoulders. I didn't know what else to do.
" Uhh... Drink this. It's milk and honey. My mother used to give it to me when I got sick." She was immediately back to her cheerful mood again. That was the first time she spoke of her mother, I was correct, she didn't have a mother since she spoke of her in the past tense. Don't you just love the way I pick up on these things?
" Did you know them?"
" Who?"
" Those girls that got killed," I'll admit this wasn't the best approach since I didn't get anything from it.
" No... Not at all..." She didn't look into my eyes. She hadn't done that before when she spoke to me.
" If anything is troubling you, you can tell me... If you want..." I had to say something conforting.The poor girllooked terrified.
" Thank you..." A smile flickered but gave into a look of contempt and melancholy.
She took the tray and went back to the kitchen.
I ate the meal, I don't particularly remember what it was, my mind was somewhere else.I followed it with the warm milk and honey. It felt soothing and soon I began to feel much better. I returned the plate, mug and cutlery to the kitchen.
" Did you like it?" Her happiness looked painful.
" A lot. Thank you."
She went back to her cooking but I still stood close to her.
" It's OK y'know," I blurted out. I don't know what I was doing speaking my mind. I had started so I might has well've finished.
" Hoe?" She said her tradmark phrase. I'm impressed that she can express so much with just a one syllable word.
" To say what you want... It's OK... To let yourself be sad..." I read that in a manga once. I knew it would come in handy some day. And YES! I do read manga! I'm proud to say I do! That's a little off the topic.
She looked at me like I was the one that had cause those women to die. Her eyes softened and she began to cry. She grabbed me tightly which took me by surprise. I wrapped my arms around her. It hurt to see her soo sad. She'd been holding in feelings for too long. Normally I hated people who complained all the time... But, she seemed to be an exception.I tried not to get lulled into the moment... But it was hard not to. Then again... One hug doesn't mean that I'm getting soft does it? Whatever happens I can't get close.
That was the promise I made and the promise I intend to keep.
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