Monotony (2)
She felt like her bones trembled interpreting a horrifying never-ending melody just exceeded by the furious look of Hijikata-san. In her days living with the Shinsengumi, she had been witness of that cold look once; when she came and her life was threaten because she discovered one of the most darkness secrets of them. She was scared, as buried two meters under the earth.
Souji, who always showed a radiant smile, had ceased, keeping in silence such as phantom agony and even his occasional cough could not put a smile on his face or any sound on his mouth.
The tree branches rustled after a breeze crossed the sky, carrying small shadows behind the silhouette of the deputy. A sweet smell penetrated her senses, hypnotizing her in a state of ecstasy. It was the aroma of Hijikata-san, that unique essence that only she could describe.
"Yukimura, do you know your position inside the Shinsengumi?" He asked, cutting the familiar 'kun' at the end of her name, in a tone not so different to the disparaging to name an object.
"Listen to me, you are just a hostage for us and we can kill you at any moment," It was painful, more than she could foresee, more than she considered herself stand to. Soon, a nuisance on her eyelids began to be uncomfortable to her. A tear lost beyond her neck, impregnated like a little raindrop on the haori.
Okita looked at him with disagreement for first time, joining his eyebrows in a bitter gesture.
"If Hijikata would let me tell him, she has been a friend for all of us and a colleague in the battlefield so I don't agree with your comment. Besides this success has been my fault, not hers."
Hijikata sighted heavily, feeling the tension accumulating on his shoulders.
"There won't any punishment for you this time, can go out," He cut finally, playing down the importance with his hand. She descended her head a bit more, making a reverence.
"My slips won't repeat anymore Hijikata-san, I promise it."
As quick as she left from the dinner room she couldn't contain the dew, which lost in the air instantly.
She looked through Saitou-san at the end of the corridor, who frivolously showed himself worried in his unchanging eyes. She smiled him subtly and went to her room.
The gravity squashed her without mercy against the futon. Was it real what happened? She touched lightly her lips with her fingertips. The evanescence presence of Okita was still on them.
She sighed heavily, feeling something similar to satisfaction mixed with a tinge of guilt. Where did all the determination to find her father go?
He asked someone for bring a bit of sake with what the atmosphere became more bearable.
Hijikata-san served him until it overflowed the container. He thanked him and raised his choko at the same time as him, toasting in silence.
He supposed it would taste sweet, but it left a bitter flavor deeply in his senses. The fall burned his throat while it distracted him from the discomfort and pain in his lungs.
"You've exceeded the limits this time, Okita. You knew perfectly well that we've been hiding the nature of Chizuru, then, why have you done that?"
Souji concentrated in the environment outside, looking like he'd lost somewhere on the earth. He knew pretty well that Hijikata-san was holding back, the best evidence were his hands squeezed firmly against his knees.
"I love her, Hijikata-san, that's all."
The choko fell down onto the floor, making a horrible sound that left a wave of echo behind it. Crimson drops began to gush from his hand to stain the sleeves of the haori with his bitter color; the sake spilled out on the floor while the sweetness was absorbed by the cracks of the wood.
They stood immobile looking at a blackish point inside their eyes.
"Do I have to take what are you saying seriously?"
"Don't you trust on my word, Hijikata-san?"
The lieutenant sighed, standing up from his site to walk until the slider door. The spots of blood made a perfect path that joined always him on his trajectory faithfully. He opened quickly the slider door letting the breeze came in with some cherry blossom petals flying weightless.
"I have always passed many details about my soldiers," he paused, "but this is one that I won't let continue."
The emeralds-eyed guy covered his chest while he thought about Chizuru's suggestions to wear warmer clothes. He may get a sermon if she sees him of that way. A dye rosy came to his mind from a sharp memory, pulling out a mischievous smile, one that he wanted to share with his superior.
He stood up and walked with certain pain due to the gelid air, but he hold on all in the deep of his throat. He dodged the fragment of porcelain and put himself behind him with his head a few inches down from his height; his appearance could soften the tension. He put his hand over the shoulder of an imposing silhouette.
The landscape outside seemed nostalgic with the flowers falling down slowly, with its taciturn presence.
"You will be a fantastic enemy, Hijikata-san."
When she opened her eyes, the pillow was soaked in tears. Her eyes seemed dry in a couple hours until just leave an ephemeral nuisance. She rubbed them softly to make the fog fade away.
She looked through the opened window, the night had come and made a breathtaking cloak that tighten over the earth. The stars did not exist in that solitary heaven, there was just a feint light given by the tearful moon.
Outside in the hallway there was a silent march of a light that stopped at her door. She closed her eyes to pretend to be asleep into a deep dream, turning back to her comfortable fetal position.
Her skin got chills almost ratting her state out. The blanket moved upward from her ankles to her torso softly. She wanted to thank mentally but she was interrupt by a caress over one of her pale cheeks.
That hand felt extremely warm despite it all the pressure exerted against her skin, as delicate as she was a porcelain doll being admired by her owner.
His toe finger sited over her lips playing with the skin and his beautiful breath came surrounding her senses. The heartbeats speeding up into and exorbitant rhythm that she believed may finish her performance. She begged for her blush was hiding by the darkness at night.
The cold faded away in an instant where the hands took her from her shoulders came closer to him; when she was thinking of stop him, his movements ceased. The caress began to be longed for her lips but it was given to her forehead. Her whole body felt better like air under the water and regret in the hope.
She heard him going away with the same silent way he came. The curiosity made her to look at the door where she could define the perfect characteristics from that face.
"Hijikata-san?"
I'm sorry for the delay, I didn't have Internet the last weeks and recently I began to write a part of the next chapter. Hope you like this and if it doesn't bother you, can you leave me a comment, please?
