Can You Keep A Secret? (Inupi Seishu)

| Chapter Five: Two Can Keep A Secret

Inupi's POV.

The first time I met her. I wanted all of her for myself.

It was in my sister's first year when they became friends. She was so beautiful I couldn't muster any courage to talk to her.

Even though I wanted to, my sister won't let me.

"Don't try and talk to her." She says to me,

"Why not." I tried to sound disinterested.

"She's had trauma with guys." She explained, and I immediately realized the aversion she has in public. Yet when I see her looking at me, it was as if she wasn't. Her eyes were like an invitation, for me to claim.

I thought that was enough of a warning to keep me away. But I couldn't, every time she'd be in our house.

How her hair flatters, her cologne sticking in the halls where she'd walk to my sisters room.

How she'd laugh and giggle behind closed doors opposite from mine. It sounded like a melody that reached ears.

And her stare. God her stare was intoxicating. I want to put myself in the center of her eyes, in the center of her. Inside of her.

I wanted to study her to figure her out. In engines to understand the flaw in the system you have to take the wholeness into parts. And study every inch for those parts to know how this system works together.

I couldn't not when I can't separate her into pieces.

So, I tried looking up on the internet, whatever I could to lessen that fright she had with the opposite sex, it's amazing how much a search engine could bring you to the information you needed. The intention to help her with her trauma had evolved into a different intention inside of me.

I had become obsessed.

And the more I searched about her, the more obsessed I had become to want her.

I'd kept posted on her socials.

Where she goes, where she's been, who I needed to get rid of to keep her alone.

It was once enough for me, these glances we'd share. But the more days drew in, I wanted more.

As I observed her discreetly, I marveled at the smoothness of her skin. It was flawless, like porcelain, free from blemishes or imperfections. Her skin seemed to carry a soft, delicate texture that begged to be touched, though he knew better than to invade her personal space.

The sunlight played a mesmerizing game with her skin, creating a gentle, golden halo around her. I couldn't help but admire how the sun's rays danced upon her cheeks, making her skin look even more inviting. It was as if the light itself was drawn to her, unable to resist the allure of her beauty. How I wish I could touch her.

I never envied my sister with anything, not the toys, not the attention of our parents.

But her being there with her.

I noticed yn never smiled at anyone else but Akane. But when I caught it by chance it was a reminder of the unexpected beauty that could be found in the most ordinary of places, a memory that made me appreciate the world a little more, and a story I would share with the gang, always concluding with a smile and a whispered hope that I might cross paths with Emily once more, I was captivated by her existence.

I thought this would be enough. As long as she's here.

But everything never goes as planned.

"We're moving."