I couldn't wake this stranger up to inquire just what in the hell she was doing on my bed, or where on Spira she came from.
My feet were stapled to the basement on firm invisible glue and my eyes were wide with disbelief.
For a split second, I thought I had entered a different house, but the Blitzball trophies and the scent of my favorite food Natto reminded me that this studio belonged to me.
Maybe I was hallucinating because I was so physically drained from Blitzball training…
But no, the subtle sound of the girl inhaling and exhaling the air as she peacefully slumbered in my bed told me that this reality was the real deal.
I walked closer to the girl to see exactly who she was.
Her dark eyelashes were matted with the color of dark coal while her lips were resting in a thin and divine tranquil stillness.
Her short light brown hair was streaked of coffee hues and entangled my pillow with a soft touch.
It was as if time halted as I gazed at her with the sound of the clock ticking and turning around my eardrums.
I don't know for how long I just stood there, with my breathing silenced while my eyes infiltrated this stranger as my nose absorbed the tropical scent that she gave off.
The curiosity of who this girl and why she was here left my mind for the time being.
I didn't want to wake her up, not when she slept so peacefully.
It was as if my bed junctions on to her, making her the real master of the white king sized bed.
She just seemed so… compatible with the bed; I couldn't wake her up and tell her to leave.
I wondered for a split second if she was sort of fan girl.
I questioned whether all of this Kimono costume dressing was all some part of a cheesy prank that the fandom was pulling off on me.
But then I remembered that no matter how crazy my fan base was, they have never managed to penetrate my privacy this far.
I kept all my private information very secretive in front of any press coverage and far away from fan girls of any sort.
There was simply no way a fan girl could have deciphered the password at the door, nor could she have found out my address…
Unless she was a mastermind interrogator or a government spy…
But she did not look like an interrogator nor did she feel like one.
She resonated an aura of innocence about her.
It was an invisible aura, but the atmosphere that she drew from her presence seemed… spiritual, as if she were some sort of priestess.
My footsteps backtracked to leave her just as she was.
I didn't want to eat or do anything else that might wake her from her slumber.
She seemed insensitive to the sound of the door opening when I first came back from Blitzball.
She must be either very tired or just too immersed in her own dream world.
I gently dressed into my pajamas and turned off the lights to snuggle on the sofa.
I didn't know what would happen tomorrow morning. Or who would wake up first.
If she decides to leave well before I awake, then so be it.
I was only certain of one thing: that I didn't have any intention in my deepest desire to scam or force her out of my house.
My eyes opened from a sleepy gaze.
The fuzzy capture of the bed from my half-opened eyes portrayed the girl as still safe and sound in her sleep.
I stretched out of my bed with caution so I could call to my manager that I was sick today. Honestly speaking, I was feeling as fine as ever, better in fact.
But I really needed to help this girl out of here today.
I wouldn't mind too much if she begged me if she could stay here for longer, but I knew I had to at least give it a tray to help her find her way back home.
By the looks of it, she was around my age, and that meant she had family worried sick over her absence.
I baked scrambled eggs and vegetables for breakfast as usual. Since I was an athlete, I always had to eat on a strict health-nut diet.
I prepared a breakfast for two on my small kitchen marble stool for when she woke up from the sound of me bustling about in the kitchen.
But this girl simply slept through the entire morning sounds as if she were a dormant volcano.
I pierced through her, contemplating whether I should just shake her out of her coma.
My Blitz nerves finally urged me to take action and I gently tapped her on the shoulder.
"Hey. Whoever you are. You need to wake up now."
Silence.
"I don't know if this is your idea of fun or a prank, but it's becoming a little rude."
Still no answer.
"If you don't wake up in ten seconds, I might even call the police for privacy invasion." I spoke louder.
No reply whatsoever.
My patience burned out with a hot blazing fire
I literally shook her with both my hands, my rough strong grip that was so well dignified to grip onto Blitzballs with menacing force, clasped around her delicate shoulders.
"Wake up! Wake up!" I shook her stronger and stronger until her head bobbed up and down like a broken Halloween toy.
I heard a slightly deep whimper of life, and then I finally saw her eyes open weakly to discover my blue eyes.
Her eyes… I couldn't quite capture what they held.
The left eye was as ocean blue as mine, but her right eye was a shade of aqua green.
She just stared at me with a spiritual clarity…
She seemed to never have met my gaze before.
Unfamiliarity delivered through her eyes as she recollected from her drowsy and broken morning conscience.
Our eyes locked on to each other like a key and a lock there in my bed as I stopped my frivolous shaking of her.
Once I finally met eye to eye with her, my mind shut down everything; my past, who I was, and why she was here.
All I knew in that time and place was that I wanted her to stay.
I wanted her to stay right here with me.
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