Chapter 3: A goat and some butter please
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!!"
Naota finally saw the sight before him, sprung up like a cat and pointed his arm into the face of a young woman, stuffing her face with ramen and Curry.
"Urm….Eating, what does it look like?" Her cat whiskers sat upon her cheeks and she smiled innocently with a chopstick in one side of her mouth.
Naota's head felt like it was about to explode and his lump began to throb again. He saw Canti with his dad, His grandpa out cold on the table by choking on the curry again, and…Her.
"Naota, why are you yelling? Sit down or you're curry's going to get cold," Naota's dad looked at him as if Naota himself where an Alien and just suggested a game of naked badminton next door.
"What the hell?!" Was all he managed to finally say after a couple of minutes.
"Naota sit down, Haruko just told me she need time off to go to a retreat where they teach skills in flexibility of body and mind," His dad said with that same dirty grin on his face.
"That's a lie and you know it! And stop looking at me like that, it gives me the creeps when you do it." Naota turned away at first, but his stomach pulled him towards the table and told him that as long as its edible, he would eat it.
"Yeah Takkun, Calm down" Haruko cheeped in without looking up from her bowl.
Takkun. That name that he could never forget, No matter how many times she called him by it and said he didn't want to, ever since she left, it left a gap. Takkun. The name he'd so much despised yet missed.
He looked up at her, not seeing her eyes behind the hair. In fact he could only see the tiny bit of nose poking through as most of the ramen was stuffed into her mouth. For now, he just sat there and realised the best thing to do was to not ask any questions for the moment, but to just eat and think on the situation.
Kamon perked up, "So Haruko, Did you learn anything for this dear old soul to try out?" His eyebrow hitched up as he asked quizzically.
"History?"
"No not exactly, I'm talking more traditional."
"Kimono?"
"Well, I was thinking more clothes off."
"Oh…skinny-dipping?"
"Well, it involves water, maybe the bathtub?"
"HUH! Death!?"
"No, no asphyxiation."
"Noodle strangulation?"
"Pot."
"………"