I didn't know what the correct reaction is for parents to have when they see their kidnapped and (presumably) dead child knocking on their front door. I don't have the right qualifications for that.
But I would take a wild guess and say that my parent's reaction definitely wasn't a normal one.
In their (weak) defence: they did act kinda normal. At first.
Mom and dad made a true snot fest out of it. They ugly cried. They hugged me as if I could dissappear at any moment. Even with my clothes still stained with blood from head to toe. It had been a large pool of blood.
I should have known something was iffy when Sachihiro gave them the stink eye. Sachihiro: ass kisser extraordinaire! Sachihiro who, when mom and dad asks to jump, he asks 'how high?' or 'what buildings do I need to infiltrate?'. Him.
His hug was the only one that managed to warm my, at the moment, freezing heart. Even if only for the duration of the hug I was grateful.
He stayed close, didn't ask any questions. I had the inkling feeling he probably knew more than I did. He helped me clean up, dye and dry my hair and gave me a weighted blanket.
All of that was business as usual though. Bodyguard business. (Except for the dying part. Sachihiro didn't dye my hair every time I had a (very) bad day.)
So yeah, all of that was normal. So normal in fact that I almost forgot what happened. Like he really was only caring for me like any other time. Fluffy socks work so well.
But Sachihiro was scared.
If I didn't know any better I would have thought he was just nervous for the close call. I don't know how long I had been gone, but it must have been at least three days. The monstera next to my favourite couch in the living room had new blooms! They had not been there the last time I had been home. I put my palm on the huge leaf. As an alternative to touching grass.
SO facts:
1. Sachihiro didn't trust mom and dad (???!!!)
1.1 OR...or...he didn't trust me??
2. I had been gone long enough that they must have assumed I was dead. Three days is a lot for someone from the Sage household.
3. Fluffy clothing is a gift form the Gods.
4. Sachihiro is probably planning to take my hand in marriage and run away, wind flowing through our hair as birds fly high above us. Our laughter rings like bells in the open air-
So yeah, if didn't know any better I WOULD think he was just feeling icky because he thought I was dead and hooray I'm not. But I do know better. Sachihiro was scared. And he's never scared. At least not so openly. His weird bodyguard school training (or whatever he did to be qualified to keep my ass alive) probably had a protocol where he needed to kidnap me so I wouldn't get kidnapped. Dye my hair purple so I would be unrecognizable. I also still had a towel on my head, probably to keep mom and dad out of the know.
But that was just sketchy. Like, why wouldn't he discuss it first? I had just come back from...uh...something. So I wanted to tak a nap first. Thanks. Unless he thought mom and dad had something to do with it. Why did my brain jump to that.
You know what? I chose to ignore that. At the moment it was easy for my brain to just derail to a safer thought like "He is just scared of me, he knows I have turned into a monster and now he is just keeping mom and dad save by hovering around me in case I attack or something."
Sachihiro sat next to me on the couch, out of my bubble. He kept looking at the door. His hand twitched everytime mom or dad came in to cry some more and hug me. Though I wondered why they kept going away and kept coming back? It was like 10 PM? (See! Weird behaviour! They didn't even bring me hot choco :( Not that they have to, but I really needed more consistent hugs at the moment and if they walked away so soon I would have liked something hot as compensation at least.)
Anyways, Sachihiro looked sick every time they touched me and discretely pulled me away after a few seconds.
I decided to ignore that too. None of the scenarios my brain provided me were to my liking. I would like a new subscription to another channel.
Looking back now, I probably shouldn't have ignored any of it.
Haha...
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Rolling in Clover
FantasyBeatrinice(La for short) is a lucky gal...guy?...person. They are a lucky person. Ain't nothing bad every happen in their life. No sire. But one day they notice their parents start acting kind of...strange. More so than usual. And they don't stop...