Hey everyone. I'm really sorry about how short the chapters are but I prefer it this way. That way I can get my updates done faster and get more of my story posted sooner rather than waiting later until I get it large enough. Anyways, I really do hope you guys/gals will enjoy this chapter. Even though it's short
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Chapter Five
I would've left right away, as soon as I finished packing, but I needed to wait until it was completely dark and then wait until the whole inn was asleep. I took my bags and set them next to the open window. I would leave them there until I left.
Imata's inn was two stories tall. She housed all her guests on the second story and left the bottom story for herself and the dining room, kitchen, and living area. The drop from the second story window wouldn't be too bad. The only thing I had to worry about was keeping quiet and not waking anyone.
What would Imata think, finding me gone? I could imagine her upset and worried. Should I leave a note to ease her mind? My heart wrenched and tightened in my chest.
Knock, knock.
My heart stuttered. If the person knocking at my door had come in, what would they have thought right then, seeing my face? My expression would have been…
I locked down all thoughts right then. At this moment in time I was Mika, just Mika, nobody else.
Again I remained silent.
"Uh, Imata said to bring you up some dinner. Are you awake?"
At first I thought it was Ruro, but then I became shockingly aware of how his voice was young. Seconds passed as I tried to find something to say. Seconds trying to decided whether to change my voice or to just jump out of my window. Seconds if seriously panicking.
"Um, well then, I'm just going to come in." The doorknob started to twist.
I never flew so fast in my life. Just as the door was open an inch it was slammed shut. I heard a curse from behind the door.
"Hey! You just dumped your drink all over my shirt! Geez, what is your problem?" His voice rose with irritation.
"Sorry," I said, hoping for the door to muffle my voice. Even if it didn't would he recognize my voice after all this time? "I was just, err, changing."
"Didn't you hear me before? You should've said something. Now I have to go clean off and change. Thanks. You know what, its fine. I really don't have time for this. If you would take your damn dinner I'd be glad to leave."
I cracked the door open and stuck my hand out, keeping it shut as much as possible. The plate he put in my hand caught on my wrist band for a second before settling firmly down. Well as firmly as possible with one hand.
"Thank you," I said, trying for polite.
"Yeah," He said, softly, surprising me more when I felt his warm fingers wrap around my forearm.
I heard him shift his weight, his clothes rustling, and felt a slight pressure on the door then it was gone just as fast along with his fingers. I peeked out of the slight crack in the doorway. He was gone. I pulled the plate in and set it on the bed stand. I didn't feel like eating at all.
I stared down at my arm for a moment. Looking at where he had touched me. I could still feel it, as if his fingers had imprinted on me. Then I grabbed my wrist band and drew it back down to its normal resting place.
Where it covered the scars.