GENDER CONFUSED?! (oh no…)
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CHAPTER 11. Nosebleed
A long silence stretched between them.
"…so, you bought a talking mirror?"
"Well, kind of…"
"Kind of? You did buy one." She scoffed at him. "Whyever did you buy one anyway?"
He continued to simply stare at her.
"To raise your ego that I always get to step on?"
"Wha…?! Not really."
"So why, you---"
"Okay, Okay! I'll start explaining from the very start, your highness madam."
"You better do."
He took a deep, steady breath, and then opened his mouth to start explaining.
"It all started last week, in central town. I had just come from the pet shop I always visit when…..
A sign that said 'antiques, sold here' caught his eye as he was walking to where he and Natsume would meet. As his steps took him nearer to pass its door, and as his eyes drifted again and again to the simple sign written in black, he was lured to the shop.
The door opened with barely a sound except for the loud clanging of chimes that heralded his arrival. A young-looking man went out of some door by the counter and looked at him expectantly. Averting his eyes from his hopeful ones, he went to one of the stands and picked a bottle. There were no other costumers in this place, and remembering it now, the place wasn't even popular, having only known (or noticed) its existence.
He read the label on the bottle and almost dropped it. It said, Love Potion for the Lovesick. Curious, he also read its directions…
Love Potion for the Lovesick
In love aren't you? That's why you picked this bottle?
'Not really.'
Take half a teaspoon of this potion, every after you see your love. Mix it with any of your preferred flavored drink (to hide its taste) and make sure your loved one drinks this right before you----
A hand clasped his shoulder.
"Let go of that, boy. You should know by now that only one letter makes all the difference between potion and poison. Too doubtful, potions and stuff, and love isn't something brought about by these kind of things. And you're pretty."
'Pretty? You make it sound as if I'm not a 16 year-old boy', he thought.
"I'm sure you have been beset by fan clubs these times…oh, don't you worry, we have some perfect remedy to…"
And the short man who, truthfully said, didn't reach high above his ears, started to lead him around the musty smelling shop.
Turning a deaf ear to his talking, he continued to gaze around the shop until his eyes rested on a big ornament covered by a big piece of cloth. He approached it and took the cover off. There in front of him, was his reflection, except he was sleeping.
He was taken aback, of course, until the man clapped him on the back three times with his small hands.
"Now, that, my boy, is what I lovingly call as the 'talking mirror'. Really nice piece, made by a boy who had an alice for these sort of things. Sad story, didn't last long in your school. Only had two or three pieces of this thing around, you know."
He nodded slowly, "It's expensive huh?"
He asked, an idea forming in his mind. An evil idea. If this mirror could indeed talk…if his mirror was like Snow White's stepmother's mirror, then maybe someone would stop following him around…
"Oh no, it's not…" the man then mentioned a price.
"That-that's cheap! I mean if there were only a few of these, why sell it at such a low price?!"
"Now, that's where you're wrong. I don't need this kind of thing in my shop you know. I'm selling antiques. Not mirrors."
"You were fooled."
His ears became red.
"I was not!"
Hotaru sighed, clearly sending the message that she didn't believe him.
"Alright. Let's say you were not fooled then, you idiot," she said in her coldest voice, his cheeks becoming distinctly pink, "why ever did you buy that mirror? You have no use for it."
He looked away.
"For revenge…" his voice trailed off.
"Revenge?" she was getting a feeling by what he meant by that.
He even looked more depressed than ever, waves of his depression reaching out to her, but not quite so.
"Well, not really…I know it was a really stupid idea from the start, okay? Considering that you---" he cut himself off, but it was too late.
"You," her voice carried that one of disbelief and choking amusement, "you decided to use that to avenge yourself?"
He slowly raised his face. And was met by a horseshoe glove for idiots like him.
"That, was the stupidest idea I ever heard. You realize that don't you?", gone now was disbelief and in it place, annoyance.
"..uh.."
He was trying to stop his nosebleed. He tilted his head and was now seeing the ceiling; he was rummaging in his pockets for a handkerchief.
He heard her sigh from where she was standing and heard her move. Damn, where is that hanky?
His movements stopped and he didn't notice that he was still breathing when he felt her warm fingers caress his cheek. For a moment, he breathed in the lavender scent of her hair before it fell en masse at the sides of her face looking down at him.
And those violet eyes, were they melting and warming with an emotion she didn't always show…?
He felt her softly dab her own hanky, wiping away the blood, her face lingering merely inches from his. She stopped, and their eyes met. For a second, for a century.
She closed her eyes, the sides of her lips turning into a smile.
"You're such an idiot aren't you?"
The scent of lavender lingered lightly in his brain.
Did their lips just meet, even if it was only for half a second?
Her face still was inches from his, her jet black hair managing to capture him into her web. That same small smile on her lips. Her touch on his cheek.
"That should teach you to think of a better revenge against me. You'll never win if you continue to think like that."
She whispered much to herself as to him.
She stood up so easily his mind swirled, and his cheek missed her hand. Her voice floated out to him.
"I'll take this, by the way," she was referring to the mirror of course, "after all, it was meant for me wasn't it?" not in any way was she really referring to his heart, right?
The door closed with conviction.
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