Written by a ginny who is sippin' on some tea herself
four: the hospital room
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She awoke and for a brief moment she wondered if she was in heaven before she remembered that she was rescued by that man—Touya Akira. Akari's mouth turned up into a petulant frown. She rather disliked the fact that Akira saved her. Akari would have much preferred a stranger rather than him. There was a certain awkwardness that remained between them, a trace of familiarity that didn't quite fall along the lines of friendship. A stranger would have offered more comfort.
"Agh," Akari moaned in frustration, keeping her eyes shut in hopes that she would wake from some horrible nightmare. Her hands rose upwards to firmly rest on her forehead. She pressed her palms against her warm skin and blamed the gods for having a sense of humor. The whole situation between her and Akira was ridiculous, ironic, preposterous… Akari could go on with a myriad more words.
She could not stand any of this at all.
Akari finally removed her hands and slowly opened her eyes, peeking at the room she laid rest in. Akari was sure she was here for some time, perhaps a day or two, but she had been too sick to take a glance at her surroundings.
Fully opening her eyes, Akari tried to move and was both delighted and surprised to find that she could. She tugged off some of the blankets covering her to free herself from their restraint. A slight trace of a smile tugged at her lips as she relaxed against the wall and observed the room.
It was larger than her own—though, she did not have one anymore. The room was also very clean and neat, but she was not very surprised since Akira always struck her as the neat type. Akari's eyes lifted towards the objects of the room.
Akari did not like Akira, and she unreasonably wanted to dislike everything about him, but Akari could not help but to commend his impeccable taste. Admittedly, she was a fan of the light, beige walls. The room was sparsely furnished with just only the necessary, but that was understandable since she doubted he ever stepped foot in the room before. Akari examined the furniture and slightly blushed when she realized that even for a spare room, the furniture was indeed nice… and very expensive looking.
She sighed and slid back down comfortably into the bed.
Akira had reasonably good taste, but Akari still hated him.
A small smile suddenly swept up her lips as Akari finally found fault.
She spoke aloud, her voice hoarse and her expression almost smug.
"This room is dusty."
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The young master of the house was standing still in front of the island countertop. If anyone had seen him, they would have probably been confused and infused with curiosity. It was a strange sight indeed; the dark-haired go player standing in the kitchen for the past five minutes staring at two small boxes on the marble counter.
Green Tea.
Earl Grey.
Akira was trying to decide which tea to serve to his guest.
Though, he realized he was being rather ridiculous. His guest was not happy. Whether or not she preferred Green Tea to Earl Grey was not really a question. If Akira asked her what tea she preferred, he did not doubt that she would just glower at him angrily and refuse an answer.
Still, it served as an excuse to stall his visit to the girl.
Akira sighed and finally placed two of the green tea bags into the cup before picking up the tray and heading upstairs. He rapped softly on the door to notify his presence before entering.
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"Would you like tea?" Akira asked when he entered her room. He sat beside her and placed the cup next to her on the bedside. "Drink, it's good for you," Akira said, taking a sip from his own cup of tea.
Akari ignored him, waiting for him to leave. She refused to meet his eyes, and instead glued her eyes to the ceiling.
A minute passed in silence.
It was the awkwardness she had been dreading.
Akari whipped on her side away from Akira. She wanted him to leave soon and made a very obvious sigh in hopes that he would just take the damn hint and go. She was tired of the strange awkwardness whenever he entered the room, and she would have very much liked to kick him out but she thought that she'd feel even more awkward since it was his house in the first place.
When he would not take the hint, she turned around angrily, gave Akira a furious glare and knocked the tea by her bedside onto the ground agitatedly.
She seethed when the cup did not shatter. Instead, the thick, ceramic cup made a muted thunk against the pale carpet and the liquid quickly spread throughout the floor. A very light green tinged the carpet and the cup remained unharmed.
Akira seemed unperturbed. He put his cup on the bedside and picked up the knocked cup, placing it neatly back up onto the tray.
Akari's eyes keenly followed all of Akira's actions. She sighed again, this time lethargic.
"I don't belong like this," Akari mumbled very quietly.
"Belong like what?" he implored, picking up his cup of tea and taking a sip.
Akari faced Akira, brown eyes staring unwaveringly straight into his green ones. There was no more of the anger he was now used to seeing, only a distant tiredness that Akira had never seen in anybody's eyes before.
Her words were empty and cut through the air like glass.
"I don't belong alive," she said simply.
Akira looked at her with startled eyes.
The astonishment left him and he regained his composure, glanced at her warily, picked up the tray and left the room.
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A/N: After I started writing this Akari/Akira fic, I've been curious and wanting to read one myself. I think the dynamics between the two are interesting, not nearly as cool as Hikaru/Akari but still pretty cool.
Ah yes, thanks for all the comments! It's been cool! Oh and yes, I am continuing Unchained Melody. I just happen to be stuck…