Arigatou ありがとう
Precious 貴重な
"So I think to myself: 'Something different; a precious present for a precious person.' The most suitable thing would be you yourself." - Drocell Cainz, Kuroshitsuji/Black Butler
Sinead Starling found herself in a very cliche situation.
Even when she was just a little girl, she had never been fond of situations like the one she was in right at that moment. They were cliche, old-fashioned, and much too... fluffy. They were the kinds that girls sighed contently over and boys rolled their eyes at, because, usually, they were way too romantic and totally chick flick worthy and everything Sinead absolutely hated.
How depressing.
First of all, it was raining- quite hard, she noted. Although there was no lightning and hardly a rumble of thunder, the rain poured down heavily, and, even with the long navy trench coat draped over her body, she still found herself soaking wet, with hair that Natalie would have screamed bloody murder at.
Oh, yes, and the trench coat wasn't even hers. It belonged to the young man who was currently carrying her on his back, cursing and grumbling all the while.
It was obvious by the way he was acting that Ian Kabra wasn't used to doing things like this. Like Sinead, he had never been fond of cliche moments or romantic gestures- although he did the latter quite often nevertheless. He was used to looking charming and perfect at all times, but, at that moment, all anyone would see would be a weather-beaten young man with no jacket, cursing everything and everyone he could think of, while carrying a miserable looking girl wearing an oversized coat that wasn't even hers.
Both of them couldn't help but think that they were in the stupidest, most angsty scene in the entire portion of a romantic movie. Except they weren't in a movie, and there was absolutely no romance involved.
It was just angst. And stupidity. Lots and lots of stupidity.
It had all started that morning. All of the Cahills that were able to come had been forced to spend their summer in Attleboro, and, because of this, fights and arguments happened daily. Even though the whole Vesper incident had blown over somewhat, the memories and the emotions that had been bottled up during that time were still fresh, and, sometimes, things that weren't meant to be said aloud were uttered.
"Who cares what you think, Sinead? You're just a traitor."
It hurt much more than Sinead would have liked.
She let her feelings get the best of her, and, in the heat of the moment, she ran. She ran away from all of her problems and emotions just like she had always done, and no one went after her.
It was only hours later, in the dark curtain of rain and in the depression of the night, when someone finally decided to go get her.
Because no one else seemed to want to, and Ian Kabra knew what it was like to be the outsider.
So he went out looking for her, found her sheltered under the desolate bus stop miles away from the mansion, and decided to carry her home.
The walk had been silent for the most part, save for the mumbled apologies from the soaked girl and the dry comments from the tired boy, until, finally, the girl got up the courage the ask the question she had been dying to know the answer to.
"Why did you come to get me?"
He had raised an eyebrow at her statement, and had replied with a, "Does it matter?"
She had said that it probably didn't, but she wanted to know anyway.
"Because no one else was going to."
It was blunt and simple, and Sinead found herself practically wilting at the words.
The person she had distrusted and loathed the most, was the one who had come to get her.
"Do you think," she had murmured in the coldness of his shoulder, "that they all hate me now?"
He hadn't said anything for quite some time after that, and Sinead had almost fallen asleep by the time he had replied. "Trust is a precious thing. You broke that trust, and, therefore, lost the old friendship that you had once had. Perhaps they have forgiven you already, but that doesn't mean the friendship or trust has been regained."
She had known that from the start, but she hadn't been willing to believe it until he had uttered the words himself.
"By the way, I apologize for not giving you a present for your birthday last week. I was busy with work, and I didn't have time to get you anything. I'll make up for it somehow, I assure you."
But, in the darkness of the rain and the lights of the cars passing them by, Sinead felt content despite his blunt words.
"It's fine. You've already given me a gift."
Once again, he was puzzled. "I have?"
She nodded, and buried her face in his shoulder- a sign of trust. "You came to save me."
After a moment, he smiled.
A sign of friendship.
...
a.n. This was originally going to be Amian.
And then it turned into this.
So, yeah.