𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 || 𝐉𝐉𝐊

Ch. 16

𝑹𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒌𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒐.

𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝. The nerves within her were lighting up with anxiety and excitement simultaneously, since this would be the first task she would be officially assigned to.

Yaga stopped abruptly and faced a door that visibly appeared to be normal. Rintaro stopped on her heels behind him, now watching as he turned and look down both sides of the corridor. Once he was done straining his neck muscles, he slid the door open slowly.

   Rintaro turned and cautiously looked down each hall, unsure of how severe a secret her teacher needed to keep. Even though he just finished reassuring her that the building was abandoned and long forgotten by everyone at the school, he was continuing to act more and more suspicious.

Her Six Eyes suddenly focused on the movement made before her, alerting her to the teacher that was beckoning her to come into the room. Quickly, she tip toed in and finally allowed him to slide the door back into place behind her.

She now faced an office room dominated by dust and cobwebs. The very color of the room was painted orange by the film of dust coating the window, therefore clouding the sunlights access into the room. Against the wall, rows of file cabinets were mended together by thick webs of each kind. On the desk next to where Yaga stood, piles upon masses of papers and charts were splayed against the dusted wood and overflowing onto the cracked floor.

Rintaro, feeling overstimulated and suffocated, turned away and faced herself towards the sliding door, away from the old, humid smell wafting through the thick and tainted air. She inhaled and exhaled deeply through her nose and out through her mouth to try and calm the oncoming panic attack.

Behind her, Yaga pried apart the only two file cabinets not mended together by aging. The rust screeched an eerie, high-pitched sound against the aged wooden floors.

Hidden behind these two cabinets, was a tight fitted passageway that appeared to descend at a low angle. "Ladies first." Yaga dusted his hands off against his pants, and pointed in the direction of the passageway.

Rintaro snapped from her mental paradise and dizzily turned on her heels to face her teacher. She was becoming increasingly overwhelmed by the present germs and unwavering moldy smell that annoyingly invaded her nose. She brought herself to attention and unconsciously walked over to where Yaga stood, who watched her with growing concern.

"Are you okay, Rintaro?" His hand stretched out towards her cautiously, in the case she collapsed or fainted before him. Yet, all she could see was his hand moving in slow motion, and doubled by the slow rate she saw the world.

"Yeah, just the smell... it's um, reminding." The Gojo placed her hand against the nearest tower of files that stacked on the dust ridden desk. She took this time to look down the dark passageway. Oh no. Intrusive thoughts began to take a hold on her mind, flashing reminders of her time below the Gojo residence as it's honorary prisoner.

I can't go down there. For a split second, she could see her father, comfortably perching himself within the entryway, calling to her. Oto...san. Her free hand slid down the side of her body and gripped the edges of her skirt within her fist. How is he here? The room dizzily spun and twisted in ways unimaginable. This was his plan, wasn't it? To bring him here and let him take me away...