Lost and Found

Gift

Kyo's POV

It's been four days since I've been at Mineko's place, and honestly I kind of don't want to leave. It's nice being around someone like her. On the second night, Mineko insisted that I take her bed, and I finally gave in on the third night. She was so persistent--she used the same excuse until I finally gave in. She didn't think that she would be a good host if her first guest slept on a crappy sofa for a whole week. The sofa was crappy without a doubt, and maybe that's why it was so easy for me to give in. With each movement, I'd feel springs jabbing me all over. Not to mention it made this horrible screeching noise whenever I got up or sat down too quickly. Mineko didn't mind it since she claimed to have a high tolerance level for inanimate objects. It was true--I've only been here for such a short amount of time, but when something went wrong she never complained. I didn't understand how she could be so...sweet. I'm having a difficult time thinking of just one word that I can use to describe her.

I heard a knock at the door and a small smile grew on my face. "Yeah?" I breathed, eyes shooting to the door. Mineko cautiously opened it, and smiled back at me. I didn't even realize that I was holding the smile for that long. I sat up in bed, the papers from last night falling onto the floor. I asked her for some pencil and paper since I wanted to get my creative juices flowing last night--plus it helps me fall asleep.

"Is that a dragon?" She walked over to the bed, picking up the fallen papers. I scratched the back of my neck, embarrassed. "Um..it's a...thing?" I replied, not even sure of my own drawing. Mineko giggled and placed the papers on the bedside table. She shrugged her shoulders, "Regardless, it looks cool. I can never draw anything like that." She gave me another smile, telling me that breakfast was ready.

I went to the kitchen after washing up and sat down on the chair, staring at her as she prepared coffee.

"So how's the construction going?" She questioned, scooping sugar into her coffee mug.

I cleared my throat and pulled my phone out of my pocket, checking for any new e-mails. "Everything is going okay, I guess. Seems like it's all on schedule. They'd e-mail me with an update if something was wrong." Mineko slowly nodded her head in understanding, pointing to the mug that was next to hers. "How many sugars?" She piped.

"Oh, uh, two is fine. Thanks." I replied twiddling my fingers together. Although Mineko was extremely laid back, I still somehow felt like I shouldn't act a certain way towards her. I'm not saying that what she's seen of me isn't who I am, but I also felt like I was holding back a part of my personality. I haven't been rude or sarcastic in days and it's kinda driving me up the wall--I don't think I've even cussed. But that's the thing about me, when I really like someone I'm either super nice or super respectful, almost to the point where I come off as shy or annoying. Except with my band mates, I don't have to try as hard to impress them, we're all used to each other, it's been so long--we've seen each other at our best and at our worst. As almost if she was reading my mind, I noticed Mineko getting ready to say something. She took a seat across from me and handed me my coffee.

Mineko placed her elbows on the table, entwining her fingers together and resting her chin on top of them. "Thanks again for letting me stay here." I said before she could say anything.

She shook her head, "It's not a problem. I was just about to tell you that you're a really good guest. It's like you're not even here!" She laughed, "Don't worry too much about being super clean, polite or shy. Feel free to anything while you're here. You even helped me pack away all of my stuff." I only nodded my head and breathed out my nose. Mineko quickly finished her food, and placed her cup and plate in the sink. I was still eating, thinking about a way to repay her for letting me stay here, especially since we just met.