it was night-time. His time. He never wanted her more than at night, when the moon shone on her the way a cat sits in a window- she belonged in the night, where she was the most carefree, happy, and most importantly beautiful. When he refused to stay with her, he'd hurt her. When she was the only one he could turn to with trust, she took him in... again. He'd never forget that moment...
-raprap...RAPRAPRAP-
"Coming..."
Mimiko fuddled with the various locks on her door.. only to see the face she'd been so hurt by.
'Oh... it's you, Jirou."
Guarded enthusiasm, tinged with the hurt of hoping too hard, but knowing it's in vain. Her face is damp and puffy from crying, and her eyes are bloodshot. She wore a pair of too-big sweatpants that pooled adorably around her feet with a tight tanktop that reminded him of her womanhood.
"I... I need a place to stay. Somewhere I can rest during the day..." and know I'm safe. Know you are safe. "...I was in the area, and you... you're the only person I know in this city." Yeah... if you call pacing your doorstep 'in the area'. If you call knowing 30 war buddies not knowing anyone in the area. If you call missing you and needing your smile 'in the area'.
Time froze for a minute while she tried to decide between happy, sad, and angry. None won. She timidly opened the door wider for him, led him to a room with a bed, and went to her living room. And cried with all the fury her lithe form could muster.
His heart ached for her. He went to her in the hours just before sunrise. She'd cried herself into oblivion. And sleep. He couldn't stand the sight of her pain, so he drew the curtains to preserve the dark, lay his coat on her as a blanket, and decided to hold her in his lap until she woke from her fitful sleep.
Mimiko awoke some hours after being held by Jirou...
The sound of a slap resonates thoughout the house... or at least Jirou's ears.
"OW!" A befuddled Jirou caresses his cheek as he looks down at Mimiko- too angry, too defenseless, and too cute sitting in his lap, her arms and legs crossed as she defiantly looks the other way.
"Serves you right." That's it Mimiko... get up, pretend he's nothing. Don't look at him, dontlookathimdontlookathim...
Realization dawned on her as she finally took notice that a cetain blonde boy was missing from the current situation- a blonde boy that Jirou would never not have by his side. The thought of his absence scared her.