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Chapter eight is here it was rather short so I had to revisit this chapter and combine 2 pre written chapters together, please don't mind the clumsiness of my writing and hopefully you guys enjoy! This chapter is also not beta read, I may come back and revisit.
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Hu Tao stands in place, now's not the time to feel nostalgic and sentimental about her grandfather, she decides to follow Kokomi and head inside. Hu Tao is greeted by the scent of burnt egg and herbs, she looks over at the table, small scraps of omelette had spilt off the plates when both of them happily ate, this event had only happened hours before but it's already becoming a fond memory that has been coated by a citrus like taste, sweet but bitter.
Hu Tao knows that after today she'll never see Kokomi again, she'll become a memory, forever cursed to be a fleeting dream. The thought alone causes the citrus taste on Hu Taos tongue to re-emerge, why oh why did she get attached to the dreamlike woman? A sharp sting threatens to fall from Hu Taos eyes, she feels she may cry but nothing comes out. All Hu Tao feels is numbness.
Hu Tao goes over to the kitchen and finds the matching pair of chopsticks, she picks a pair up and scrubs them clean of all residue. Hu Tao then wraps the chopsticks up in a special cloth and sets them to the side. Hu Tao walks through the hallway she remembers when Kokomi had healed her cut wounds- and also blinded her, for a brief moment a smile creeps up on her face but soon drops. The citrus taste returns.
Hu Tao lightly knocks twice on her bedroom door.
*Knock*
*Knock*
"Hey Koko you all good in there?" Hu Tao asks hoping to hear Kokomi's voice, at this point it may have become a drug.
"Yes, I'm all good but, do you have a brush?" Kokomi asks whilst peeping behind the door.
"Yes, it should be on the vanity!" Hu Taos false enthusiasm could make herself sick.
"Ah thank you but...could you help with my hair it's a bit hard to brush on my own," Kokomi's innocent eyes and honeyed words could easily make Hu Tao swoon for hours.
"If you insist~"
Hu Tao gently opens the door, her breath had been taken away. Kokomi looked divine when dressed up, Hu Tao could feel her jaw drop and her own hot cheeks. Kokomi passes the brush to Hu Tao and plops onto the bed. Hu Tao slowly brushes through different sections of Kokomi's hair, watching it go from pink to a lovely blue was a satisfying process.
"Say, Kokomi. How close are you and Gorou?"
"Oh he's a really good friend and subordinate of mine!"
"He can be very timid but he's also very strong!" Hu Tao can feel a gross feeling twist inside her stomach. Hearing Kokomi talk so fondly of this man made Hu Tao feel sick, perhaps it was jealousy?
"Does he have feelings for you..?" A glum feeling sits inside Hu Tao. Kokomi turns to her, catching Hu Tao off guard.
"Aha just curious!!" An insecure and bashful feeling comes on.
"Are you, jealous~?" Hu Tao whips her head back, flirtatious Kokomi makes a come back.
"Not one bit!" Kokomi giggles, Hu Tao soon joins in, the room is filled with a soft atmosphere.
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