Chapter 11: The Cold
Akira felt the cold breeze of the night while she was asleep, but made no effort to move. I have to talk to Saitou-san first besides I'll only be here for a few more seconds. Those seconds became hours and she stayed there, waiting the whole night as she fell into a sleep full of dreams.
Saitou was a little on edge the next morning. He was going to apologize to Akira for his improper behavior. He did not want the others to hear this conversation, especially Okita, so he decided to wake earlier than usual to talk with Akira.
He opened his door and marveled at the beautiful scenery in front of him. The garden was covered in snow. A faint smile played on his lips until his eye caught a glimpse of a figure below him. His eyes widened and his tiny smile quickly turned into a frown as he realized who it was.
Akira was sitting there pale and shivering.
Many things crossed his mind as he questioned the little woman's sanity. She must have known it was cold, so why did she not leave? Why did she did decide to stay? She didn't owe him an apology or an explanation. If anyone did, it was Souji who needed to do the explaining not her. Then again, Souji did not owe him an explanation either. He was merely being friendly with Akira to his own hazard. It was then that it dawned on him: Souji intended for Saitou to get upset.
He sighed. He was an idiot. Even more so because as he was there trying to make sense of things, the young woman was still freezing in the cold in her sleeping yukata.
He lifted her up, which was difficult to do because she slept in a sitting position, and carried her into his room. Her body was heavier than he thought, especially for a woman. Her face cuddled into his chest and her hands clung onto his clothes as her body tried to quickly find warmth. It took him a while to put her into his futon, precisely because she wouldn't let go. He found himself getting frustrated at her child-like behaviors. She was old enough to at least not cling to him.
He reached for the blanket as she continued to cling to him in hope that she would let go of him as soon as she found a different source of warmth. He covered her body and she let go. Unconsciously, he brushed a few stands out of her face and he stiffened as he realized something important. Since the moment he picked her up until now he has not received a single shock; normally, even a light touch wound send him in excruciating pain, but he felt nothing at all.
Author's Note:
I know it's short (probably the shortest I have ever written) and boring (yes i think its boring) but I can't think of anything else. I looked at the story outline I came up with my cousin (when my cousin wasn't around) and the first things I thought were ew (too corny) and blah (I don't care whatever). When the writer thinks that, it's not a good sign, so what did I do? I threw it out the window. I mean I love my cousin and her ideas were good but SHE MOVED TOO FAST. Seriously she already wanted my charcters to get married and live happily ever after and... well I have to think on my own again. I told her to write her own story because she was stripping my story of its elemnts. So if you ever want to write your own story, consider other's ideas but don't let them take over the project. - Honestly it's more of an excuse because I'm just really stressed right now.
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