IT BLOSSOMS, hatori sohma [Fruits Basket]

Chapter Fifty Five

The new day dawned, and the headache Dragon had been trying to overlook persisted in intensifying. Although she retained control, she could sense her grip faltering. Looking out the window of the villa's bedroom, her eyes narrowed at the sky that paled in comparison to the vibrant hue of the previous day.

The persistent headache and her weakening control only added to her unease. But there was no time to dwell on her ailments. The plans had already been set in motion, and she reluctantly accepted her role to execute them.

With a weary sigh, she pushed aside the momentary discomfort and steeled herself for the day ahead. The hours ticked by, and the sun continued its ascent in the sky, illuminating the room with its increasing brightness.

As the thoughts and concerns swirled within her mind, Dragon grew increasingly anxious. The weather, the humidity, the ongoing headache—they all fed into a growing uncertainty.

She realized that her control was slipping. The headache served as a constant reminder, and the thought of Ryu regaining control was not the issue. The real problem was that she had yet to create fake memories to cover her tracks, and the timing was all wrong for Ryu to be in Akito's presence, especially in the god's current volatile state.

The headache continued to pester her, as if a relentless drumbeat playing incessantly in her head. She ran her hand through her hair, a weary sigh escaping her lips.

"Damn it," she muttered to herself. The weight of her responsibilities, the lingering headache, the lack of crafted memories for Ryu, the precarious situation—it all weighed heavily on her mind.

"This can't go on for much longer," she murmured, her voice tinged with frustration.

As a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth, a thought struck Dragon. The burning desire for vengeance overshadowed any rationality, causing her thoughts to veer in a different direction.

"Maybe this is the chance," she whispered to herself, her voice laced with determination, "to have a conversation with that god again and solidify my position."

With a sense of purpose, Dragon pushed herself off the bed and slowly stood up. The headache still nagging at her, but she ignored it, determination fueling her every move.

"Right, this is the day," she murmured to herself, her gaze steely with resolve. With each step she took towards the door, a mix of anticipation and trepidation filled her.

The conversation with the god would either help secure her hold or bring further complications. There was only one way to find out.

As she strode into the living room, her eyes landed on Shigure, who was deeply engrossed in a book. A wave of irritation washed over her, and the urge to wreak havoc on his life was strong. Yet, deep down, she silently acknowledged his potential value in her quest for revenge.