She (TakashiMorinozukaxOC)

Chapter 18: Maybe even more

Jenni was alone in the hallway. A pair of polka-dotted slippers swayed across the floor as she paced. Her mind raced and throbbed a bit. 

The family physician had allowed her to leave the infirmary on the condition that she would relax and stay away from harsh lighting or physical activity. 

She couldn't relax, though. Her mind was racing. A special place in his heart? Really? 

And why was everyone calling her oblivious and naive?

Jenni halted herself in the hall, once again at the bottom of the stairs. The stairs to the family wing of the house. She wanted to smack herself. 

Takashi smirked at her. He sat up on the top banner of the roof. He gestured for her to sit next to him. But Jenni stared for another minute before doing so, as if trying to drink in the entire scene. When she did, she slipped a little on the roof.

A hand shot out and grabbed her, steadying her enough for her to finally sit next to him. At last, they were together in peace and quiet.

Why else would he have taken her up there? 

It was obviously some sort of private space for him-- somewhere he went alone to clear his head. Like when she was painting. It was the space he went to be alone with his thoughts. 

Jenni's slipper-clad foot landed on the first step. Then the next; and the next. Until she made it to the top. Her ribs ached a bit, and her head pounded in pain. Regardless, she pressed forward into the hallway. She knew which room was his, after all, he had led her there himself, and she had once stood in his doorway and yelled at him for caring about her. 

And she knew it'd be the one directly across the estate from her own.

She was explosive. She was crazy. What did he possibly see in her? 

She was an orphan child from a small town in America. Compared to him, she felt dirty, unworthy, and unworldly. She liked to surf and fall under the waves in a thoughtless, swirling blue. He was a kendo champion and an heir. In comparison, Jenni thought, what good was she to him? 

She wanted to yell at him, to give him a piece of her mind. She wanted to make up. She wanted to never talk to him again but also have everything to go back to the way it was. Maybe even more.

Maybe even more. 

Her fist rapped on the door in a stark rhythm. 

She looked up, and straight across the garden where silver eyes met her gaze. Takashi had on most of his suit, although his tie hung around his neck, untied, and his jacket wasn't yet on. Jenni smiled at him, and back down to the accumulating party below, before looking back up and seeing a slight smirk on his face.

Jenni's mouth tightened into a sharp line. In front of her, Takashi seemed miffed at her arrival at his door. Her hand was still up from knocking. She put it down and hid it behind her back.  His eyes were as silvery and stark as they always were, but she always noticed that tiny spot of blue. That pretty, dark spot of blue.

His eyes were like pools of moonlight reflecting on a sea of glass. 

She forgot everything she had to say. A pain radiated in her head at her own idiocy. 

"Never mind!" she choked out. Rather quickly, she turned on her heel and went off towards the stairs. 

What was I thinking? 

She ran through the estate, her head throbbing in pain and her body somewhat screaming. She wanted to scream. She wanted to run into a rain storm and drown in the flood. She felt suffocated; she felt idiotic and utterly foolish.