Help from the OtherSide

52. Killian's Kindness

Yumiko's POV

Bright sunlight swept the floor of my room as I groaned at the arrival of another new day. I grabbed the blanket and pulled it over my head. I wasn't ready to face the world so soon. Maybe because first time in days;

 I felt lonely.

The events from yesterday replayed in my head all night to the point I even dreamt of it. An unnerving nightmare that showed my friends gradually drifting away from me and becoming buddies with Anarzia. While that was distressing enough, an even depressing segment showing  Deccan and Anarzia growing very close to each other; holding hands and everything else new couples do.

Thankfully all this was just a dream. 

I have faith in Deccan. He would never break our friendship just to get chummy an extremely attractive princess.

 Although I believe I have done more damage to my relations with him even without Anarzia's interference.

Never thought a day would come when he would get mad at me. Suggesting a plan what I thought was right, costed me his reaction. My greatest fear of disappointing my friend eventually came true but at the wrong time.

I stayed in my bed for few seconds more till I accidently fell asleep.
 

I was woken up with a gentle caress on my cheeks. I yawned and stretched lazily to realise a clump of neatly brushed white hair hovering over me. I jerked and sat up straight, rubbing the drowsiness off my face. 

"Good morning Yumiko." A husky voice greeted me pleasantly. 

"Killian! What are you doing here?" I gasped.

"Waking you up." He drew his lips to a replica of a smile. I wasn't used to meeting people without cleaning myself up and so I rushed to the bathroom locking the door behind me. All possible reasons of why Killian came to wake me up jogged my mind as I leisurely washed my face. 

I hoped he would leave on his own if I took too long. Sitting on the glazed marble countertop beside the sink lazily swinging my legs, I stared blankly at the ceiling. After what felt like an hour I decided it's time to see the world outside.

Tiptoeing and holding in a breath, I placed my ear on the door and waited for any sounds from a potentially tired elf prince who was tired of waiting. 

Silence.

It was as if everyone decided to leave the palace without informing me. I gently turned open the door and peeked into my room. 

I was right, he was nowhere to be seen. Sighing I sat on my bed, when I caught something move from the corner of my eyes.

"Are you ready?" 

"AAAHH WHO--" I was startled when the voice spoke. Frantically turning around, I found Killian sitting on the the vanity chair folding my clothes.

"From now on please discard soiled clothes in the furnace or ask the servants to throw it. Cluttered room is far from ideal." He instructed, casually picking up my white brassiere from the floor and folding it neatly.

"Thank you for the help but I can take it from here." I rushed off the bed and by his side trying to tackle my brassiere from him.

Killian stood up to his full potential, easily casting his shadow over me across the room. He evaded my urgent grasps for the brassiere and further folded it palm sized. Once he was done he handed it to me and bent for my underwear.

"Killian you shouldn't-- Don't touch them!" I tried snatching it but he lifted it further out of my reach.

"Why not?" He asked with genuine confusion.