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Chapter 6
Something About Trust
"Well, this will be your room," said Kozo, showing the young woman into his guestroom. "The bathroom's down the hall and I'll have supper ready in an hour."
Yuzuhria turned to him after looking over the totally white room. "Thank you."
He smiled and nodded. "No problem. Now, I'll leave you to unpack."
"Hmm.." she nodded and set her bag on the bed.
Kozo closed the door behind him as he started towards the kitchen. He couldn't believe how such a beautiful young woman could have such a morbid past. She could've grown up like every other girl with a good family and friends but...Fate was cruel to her. He sighed, heavily, wondering how he was going to explain to her that he wanted to help her control her powers without having her get angry with him. He knew she had issues with trust. Maybe he would start the conversation with that. Something about trust. He hated that this girl was so unfathomable and unpredictable. He had seen her hide her emotions then lose control of them. (She had a habit of beating up Kaji, which was no surprise to him).
Then he realized that he hadn't cooked dinner for anyone in years. Well, a real dinner that is. He was so used to just tossing a TV dinner into the oven and sitting in front of the television after it finished cooking. But he supposed since she was here he might as well cook a real meal. He hoped it wouldn't taste bad if he did.
Yuzuhria looked around her room, vaguely. She hated the color white. In China, Japan and India, white symbolized death and mourning. She hated death. She hated the thought of death, killing. Nightmares haunted her of the time she had killed her nursemaid and she hated that too. She sighed, heavily, then began to unpack her clothes. Once finished, she went into the kitchen to find the professor looking over a recipe book.
"You really didn't have to cook anything special," she told him, leaning against the doorframe.
He nodded. "I know that but today is special. You know, it's not very often I have someone to cook for."
This struck her as odd. "You've no idea how weird I find that."
He laughed, softly and shook his head. "I don't want you to think that but I suppose it is quite strange."
She walked over to him and leaned against the counter. "So? What did you and Ikari talk about?" she questioned, giving him a stern look.
Her looks kill, he thought as he began to cut some peppers on a cutting board. "Well, he told me about your past. Well, not what happened before he adopted you but what he did to you after," he said, honestly. He didn't want to lie to her, seeing as everyone else in her life had betrayed her. "He told me about your exposure to Angel blood and about some of your abilities. An accident and a few other things."
"He told you about the woman I killed," she said, looking down and feeling overwhelmed with guilt.
"Yes," Fuyutski nodded. "He did. He also asked that I get you to use your abilities but control them."
Yuzuhria looked up at him, fright visible in her silver eyes.
"But I won't until you trust me," he said. "And however long that may take is fine by me."
She stared at him. "Why are you being so kind to me?" This scared her. No one was ever honest with her.
He set down the knife in his hand and turned to her with a gentle smile. "Because, you need to have kindness in your life. Everyone was so cruel to you when you were younger. I have no plans in hurting you, Ms. Kurosaki. I hope that you understand this, though it is completely foreign to you. But I want you to trust me. I want you to feel safe here."
Yuzuhria stared at him. No one had ever treated her this way, nor had anyone accepted her in this way. He wanted her trust? He wanted her to feel safe? This feeling was indeed foreign but she suddenly understood that he felt bad for her and that only angered her.
"Look, I don't want your pity, Professor, I want you respect," she snapped.
"And you have it," said Fuyutski. "It is not that I pity you, Ms. Kurosaki. It is that I'm sympathetic towards you."
She stood forward, getting right up in his face and looking into his eyes. She brought her hand up and took off her glove. This was going to scare the hell out of her but she wanted to know how honest he was. She put her hand on his cheek and threw her head back as she went into a series of visions.
Kozo stared at her as her eyelids flickered while she used her power to see into his past. He didn't mind it. Let her look, let her see. As long as she could trust him. She suddenly fell back against the corner of the counter, being caught by the professor and leaning against the counter for support.
"Are you alright?" he asked, concern in his voice.
She nodded and stood up, regaining her balance. He released her and stood up straight too, looking worried.
"I'm fine," she panted. It drained her to do that. She hadn't done it in so long.
He nodded and returned to cutting the peppers. "Do you believe me?"
Yuzuhria nodded. "Yes..." There was a small silence. "Professor?"
He turned and looked at her. "Yes?"
"It's Yuzuhria."
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