My Forged Marriage (COMPLETE)

Chapter Five

           “Pouty…” I could hear a voice saying in the dark.

I was confused. I couldn’t see or feel anything, but somehow I was able to hear this voice.

           “Pouty,” it continued, “Hey, Pouty,”

           “Mom?” I smiled a bit, but it quickly faded. Mom had never called me Pouty, and there could be no way that she was here.

           “Did you just call me ‘mom’?”

Suddenly, my eyes snapped open. I was in a comfy bed, in a bedroom I did not recognize. Looking up, I saw that Yamato’s face was merely inches from mine. Shrieking a bit, I bolted upright, covered myself with the blankets, and backing into a corner.

           “Why are you shrieking like that? I’m no monster,” Yamato shook his head, “hurry and get up already!”

           “Hey!” I yelled as he pulled the comforter off of me. Jumping out of bed, I glared at him, “Why’d you do that for?”

           “You move around a lot when you’re asleep,” he said bluntly, “You were upside down on the bed. And what are those, kid’s pajamas? I don’t even feel like putting move on you now,”

           “You came to put moves on me?!”

           “Of course not, idiot,” he rolled his eyes at me, “do you want bread or rice for breakfast?”

           “I prefer bread,” I said as I pulled an outfit out of my bag.

           “Alright. Hurry up and go wash up,” he smiled and left the room so I could change.

Though I was grateful that he had allowed me to sleep in his bed last night, I was still a little pissed that he had barged in on me sleeping. I could’ve done with a few more hours of sleep considering the dream that I had, but thanks to him I was wide awake. After a satisfying stretch, I began to change.

After I washed my face, I entered the living room. The dining table had two different sets of breakfast laid across it. Confused, I looked at Yamato.

           “Why do you have two types?”

           “Because you wanted bread and I prefer rice for breakfast,” he shook his head, “What a hassle. If you wanted rice, I would have only made one type,”

In front of him were rice, miso soup, sunny-side-up eggs, and broiled vegetables. It was like a breakfast they would serve at a Japanese inn. But in front of me were a croissant, omelet, and green salad, kind of like what would be served at a hotel.

           “If you had told me, I would have eaten the same thing as you,” I felt bad. I was already becoming a burden to him.

           “You don’t need to apologize. You’re living in a place you’re not used to, so you should eat what you like for breakfast,” he smiled at me.

He may be blunt sometimes, but Yamato was actually thoughtful. First he gave up his bed so I could be comfortable and then he made me my preferred breakfast to make me feel comfortable.

           “Thank you,” I said as I clasped my hands in front of my chest.

           “Eat up,” he said as he began to dig into his own food.

Looking down at my own food, I didn’t know where to start. Deciding to eat the omelet first, I took a bite out of it and I was instantly in heaven.