The Immortal Doctor Reid: I think so too! Eventually, the parents have to show up... Right? Haha And since it's his last year of high school... you'd wonder why he hasn't gone to school at all... That, and I'm interested in the sudden burst of new liminals in the manga. xD
Defender of Time: Thank you! I thought there really wasn't enough on the two of them, for Miia to take such a liking to Kimihito. At the least, a little bit of development seems necessary!
Claidheamh Mohr: I'd love to read your stories! Feel free to message me a link to them, when you do post some stories up! (I have yet to read the Claymore manga. ;v; Is it good? Or did you watch the anime?
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Kimihito's chest tightened painfully at the realization. Where had Miia suddenly disappeared to? For a terribly drawn-out moment, he believed she had been confronted by malicious people, but the sigh of relief when he heard her voice - for his worries were then calmed - was so loud, it startled several shoppers around him. It couldn't be helped. Miia's bewildered exclamation had erupted from somewhere in the back, notifying him that she was safe after all.
He dashed for the back corner of the store, and saw her staring down the raw, packaged meat in the openly refrigerated section. Though it was so enticing to her, she did not dare to approach, for it was far too cold for her tastes. So, Miia had turned to Kimihito with an indignant cry of frustration, eliciting a sigh and knowing smile from him.
"And here I was, very worried about you." he shook his head lightly.
"Uuu~ Sorry, Darling, but I couldn't resist!" She tried to justify, head dipped, and hands clasped together, though she was a little fidgety.
"Well, I suppose I just have to keep my eye on you." He answered in a slow drawl, attempting to filter out a "look" a mother fixed Kimihito with, at the word 'Darling'. It was embarrassing, but he would endure! It wasn't as if it was a bad thing to be called that, but the novelty of the nickname had not worn of yet, and left him feeling flustered.
"A-Anyway, we should finish up our shopping." He directed Miia towards where he would be starting, steering her by the shoulders, pointing out things as he grabbed them. Kimihito had insisted in carrying the shopping basket for them.
He promptly gathered the necessary items, and after purchasing them, the two walked along the sidewalk together. He had relented, and finally allowed Miia to help him, and thus she carried one of the three grocery bags.
As the two returned home through the populated streets once more, Kimihito listened to her pointing out places she wished to go to, things she wanted to see, but he was focused on her smiling visage. He recalled various other stores that she desired to experience. He promised it would be soon. But what he remembered most was how animated she was in her demeanour. She had a passionate personality. The way her dainty hands emphasized her words with gestures, the sparkle in her eyes when she spoke of something she liked was exquisitely enchanting. What a wonderful, strange twist of fate that he had met Miia.
When they had finally arrived in front of his house, Kimihito frowned, brows knitting together. Was it just him, or was the house slightly larger now? Was that window beside his bedroom even there before...?
He trudged up to the main entrance, fishing out the main house key from his shorts, seeing that the spare key was under the mat once more. With an ominous click, the door unlocked, and he gaped at the interior of his house.
"Ehhh!?"