Lita began to pull away from Kento, but he held her close to him. He was holding her rather tight like he was afraid she would somehow slip out of his fingers. He loosened his grip and held her shoulders at arms length, he sighed and turned around to walk out of the kitchen. Lita, not wanting him to walk away let out:
"Cye told me what happened…last night…how you got the cuts."
"I didn't want you to know about that." He said still facing away from her.
"I'm glad I know." She said as she went and placed her hands on his shoulders.
She moved to kiss him again but he kept walking.
"Thanks for making dinner." He said.
"Oh, you're welcome."
Lita did not think she had made it any clearer; she loved him, it had never ceased. Yet, she still could not figure him out at a time such as this. Kento seemed to have reciprocated, for a moment there in the kitchen. He went and sat on the couch, and Lita slumped down next to him. The two were silent for a moment.
"Thank you." She said.
"Yeah, no prob." Kento said turning to her with a grin, but his face soon returned to the more serious nature it had grown accustomed to.
Lita had already dispensed with the "I'm sorry's" and "what a stupid thing for me to do's" earlier that morning, so she figured when all was said and done there was nothing more to say on the subject of what went on the night before.
"So do you want to play a game or something?" She said.
"Is the food ready?" He said in return.
Lita thought for a second.
"Yeah I think it is."
They said a few things to each other over dinner, but nothing elaborate. An entire conversation was no where to be seen at the table. There were a few moments where their eyes would accidentally meet, but they were quickly turned away. When they were finished Lita decided to speak.
"When did it become so difficult for us to say anything to each other."
"Huh?" Kento said still finishing off the last bit of food on his plate. "What?" He shrugged. "There's not much to say I guess."
She decided to be frank.
"Why did you kiss me?" She asked plainly.
Kento looked up as one who had just been accused of something.
"Hey, you kissed me." He replied as if it was nothing.
"But you…" Lita said as she began to point and then noticed she was caught. She leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms. "I suppose I should surrender."
"To what?" He said wide eyed.
"To this, this whole thing! What the heck are we Kento?"
"I know what I am but you, you're a complicated woman."
"I'm far from complicated."
"Suit yourself, but you and I both know we're friends, and that's what makes me a hard headed oaf, as you put it, and you complicated."
"A truce then." She said extending her hand.
"Truce." He said taking hers and they shook across the table.
Kento got an somewhat evil look on his face and held her hand tight, before Lita knew it he had yanked her over to his side of the table and had his arms wrapped firmly around her.
She looked at him a bit frightened.
"What are you….?" But before she could finish he stopped her mouth with a kiss.
"May I surrender again?" She asked.
"There's no surrendering from a truce." He said with a smirk.