Title: Seeing the Light
Summary: He isn't sure exactly, but he thinks he might be in love.
Word Count: 368
A/N: Love hurts. : ).
He isn't sure exactly, but he thinks he might be in love.
She's not his usual type, though, and that throws him off for the first month after he becomes aware of her. She's small and demure and exceedingly polite, and his tastes have never been on the small, demure or exceedingly polite side.
He's a beast, a Wolf at heart, and he's always sought out women from the same tribe, who spoke his language, and this soft-spoken little bellflower definitely doesn't speak his language.
Hell, he'd be surprised if she could bring herself to hurt flies.
And then, of course, she stomped on his foot hard with her heel one fine spring day when he was being especially obnoxious, and he almost bit his tongue in half to keep from yelping in pain and surprise, and that little fantasy ended in a merciless, brutal heartbeat.
He recovered after a few moments, and sent her an incredulous, "Did-you-actually-do-what-I-think-you-just-did?" look and she stared back at him, expression completely innocent and eyes wide and almost childlike.
"Did you…just…step on my foot?" he asked, voice tinged with disbelief.
She blinked.
"No," she said, sounding surprised he'd asked. "Whatever gave you that idea, Saitou-san?"
Oh…maybe the throbbing pain in his left foot.
He didn't have any actual proof that she really had stepped on him though, and besides that it was hard to believe she'd be capable of it. Logically, it had to be her, because she was standing right next to him on his left, and as far as he knew he hadn't stepped on his own foot (and ground his heel into it for good measure), but she couldn't have done it. Not her. Not sweet, innocent little Chiisai…right?
…Maybe he'd misjudged her. By a lot.
His reward for this spectacular miscalculation is a limp that lingers for days and sore toes that make him wince for a week.
One good thing did come out of it, though: he's pretty sure now that she isn't quite so different from his usual type after all. She's just a little more civilized, a more domesticated member of his tribe.
But she still speaks his language—she just speaks it a little softer.
…Oh yeah, it's love.