A/N - Continuing old story... while I am not even sure there is someone out there reading this lol. standard disclaimer-I do not own TRC, its storyline nor characters. Only the (fanfic) story is mine. if there is anyone reading this, please do r&r! there will probably some grammatical errors since english is not my native language, so... constructive criticism is appreciated!
Chapter 4
"How is Kamui?" Said one's voice from behind, startling Yuzu.
"Looks healthier to me. He eats well, nothing to worry about. What about the report, Tomoyo-nee?"
"Great!" Tomoyo exclaimed, "Except from Sakura keep going back and forth with restless face and nonstop mantra she chants all the way back we're all good." she continued, sly grin plastered across her face.
Yuzu isn't surprised. She knew for sure Sakura is the only female her cousin has taken interest with- cute, she said, going through numerous late night chats of Tomoyo's rambling in fascination, or adoration-or both-about Sakura is enough for Yuzu to take a peek at Tomoyo's heart.
Something's blooming.
And Yuzu don't mind.
"It was amusing, the way her face scrunched up in worry, it was easy to guess how kind she was by the way she worried about others, and how no matter what we do she can't stop worrying with Subaru." Tomoyo pulls the chair across her, suggesting Yuzu to sit down as she pours her a cup of tea.
"I wish you were there. You could take a sketch, she was beautiful."
Yuzu nodded and took her sip, trench vanilla-mixed with underwhelming apricot scent and bites of mint. Sweet, sharp tinge. Tomoyo's favorite recipe. It's something Yuzu taste whenever she saw her cousin wore her favorite dress, or when her face adorned with crimson tint, sheepish grin, breath hitched and eyes teary.
Everytime, Yuzu would welcome her with a hug and trails of encouragement.
But this time, she wishes.
She wished her cousin get the same smile in return.
The tea taste bitter.
It was raining when Subaru approached her, clammy hands and nervous smile on his face. Thanking her with tiramisu shortcake as a reward.
It's nothing, I feel happy doing that. No, no need to bow.
But Subaru wouldn't listen, instead, he pull her hand to the park. Entertaining Yuzu with small bits of memory they both shared, reminiscence of their childhood.
Although taken aback, Yuzu find herself sitting at a bench near the lake right beside Subaru. Letting her sense overwhelmed by their village, her imagination running wild as she listens about Crystal Gnome and Pumpkin Festival. Subaru's voice lulling her as he went about how he met Seishiro, tinge of bittersweet evident in his voice as Yuzu force herself not to feel secondhand emotion.
She doesn't hate Subaru's company, in fact, she likes it. There won't be second serving of ice cream otherwise. The chats was fun, Subaru's voice is soothing.
Unknown to her, she is not craving for Subaru's voice as much as she do for Kamui's.
As sky getting darker and raindrops hits harder, Tomoyo's main ballroom become more noisier, less habitable for Yuzu.
She's not exactly a loner, but at the young age of ten, she knows too well her dislikes with crowds. As cheery as she looked like, Yuzu never liked being in the spotlight. She dislikes bright lights, loathes small talk and smells of makeup. She prefer to stay away from the noveau richie girls, they always made Yuzu stands out in sense- she's just a young lady who wore sweats and hoodie in her daily life, clutching her flute purse for dear life. Her solace is a treasured amber-chiseled flute in which she often plays until her breath gone numb. Yuzu, in short- a wallflower.
For the same reason, she never thought she will ever be in love with anyone. If you asked her what she loves, a curt "flute" will follow, and she doesn't lie.
So can someone please explain why does she keep looking at this particular person across the room.
There stood a young man who looked like he is in early twenties, looming everyone in the room with his figure. Periodically throwing his fake laugh revealing a pair of canine. Look closer and you'll see charcoal hair with eyes the same as Yuzu's favorite colour, amber.
It's Kamui.
Everyone agrees that Kamui is breathtakingly beautiful. Both of the twins are, but the older one has this charm on him that draws people in. Tomoyo mentions that part of him resembles Yuzu.
Unnoticed by her, the person in question trying so hard not to throw a fit of anger. He hates people, hates these jewelry-clad women linking their arm to his without permission, hates their glances who keep focused on his chest or lower part. Who knows what they will do if he let his guard down?
Repressing the urge to slash them right on the throat, Kamui keep his hand in tact and throwing constant smiles to whoever he passes by, while subtly showing his canine, just a friendly reminder to anyone tries to approach him; I am a vampire and I can rip you whenever I want to.
Amidst the crowded room, his attention is focused on a particular person sticking next to the wall. She is wearing an old vintage dresses that complement her fair complexion nicely, pale pink ruby choker adorning her neck. She is hiding her eyes behind the curtain of her bangs, trying so hard to get unnoticed, prying away unwanted attention.
There's subtle glint in her eyes-very subtle, but doesn't go unnoticed by Kamui.
He let his instinct guide him.
Prying off lithe arms from him, he makes his step without tearing away his eyes from her. Not a single word comes from him as he does so, ignoring death glares and sharp hush hush from other attendants. It's only when he slip his fingers to hers, firmly holding the latter's palm, he spoke,
"Yuzu."
Recognizing the voice, Yuzu looks up.
"Come away with me."
