I think... I'm in love with my mistress

Chapter 36

Tomoe P.O.V

I hope this works.

We walked to Kurama's door.

I want this to work.

After knocking and waiting a familiar goth-like face appears behind a opened door.

No, I need this to work.

As we entered Kurama's slightly messy house, I huff.

"So why are you here Tomoe?"

Kurama asks quizzically as he shuts the door behind us, he then leans against the large door.

"We have Mizuki's Time Traveling incense burner. I'm hoping this might jog her memory."

I state blandly, not wanting to waste another second talking.

Mizuki just nods in agreement, seeming a bit spaced out.

"So where is she?"

I impatiently ask.

Kurama looked perturbed as his grey eyes fell to the floor, he bit his bottom lip.

". . . Ok. . . In my bedroom. . ."

I took his answer as permission to enter the room next to us, but Kurama's hand flails onto my chest in such a nervous motion that it makes me stop dead in my tracks.

His eyes were staring at me, with intent and determination.

Silence fell over us like a heavy blanket.

". . . What if this doesn't work Tomoe?"

Kurama's cold voice finally breaking the harsh silence.

"It could have no effect on her, she could still be the same even if we tr–"

"That's why we need to try! That's why I'm here! I don't care if it doesn't work, at least would be a tiny bit closer to finding a solution!"

I heckled, my voice lilting as my anger escaped through my throat.

Mizuki and Kurama both looked shocked, their faces dropped and their eyes widened.

I pursed my thin lips.

"Do you know how frustrating it is to have the most important person in the world, the one you love the most, forget who you are?"

No response.

"Do you know how god damn aggravating it is to have the person you hold dearest to you absolutely despise you?!"

Once again no response, only gapping mouths.

"Well let me tell you. . ."

My skin was burning hot, my cheeks pricked with heat as my eyes begin to sting for no particular reason.

"It's feels like there's enormous hole in my chest, and the hole just keeps getting bigger every time I see her . . ."

My narrowed eyes well with hot tears that I dared not let roll down my burning cheeks.

"It's like I'm covered in deep wounds and whenever she scolds me, salt is being rubbed into my wounds. More salt gets rubbed and my wounds just keep getting deeper and deeper as the realisation hits me, that (Y/n) thinks I'm a heartless monster. . ."

I couldn't take it any longer, my seething anger and frustration just helped my tears escape and stream down my face.

". . . And t-the worst thing is. . . I feel like I'm missing half of me, half of my heart, because to be truthfully honest. . . She is my other half. . . Oh god."

I rub my red swollen eyes with the back of my hand, sniffling like a little child. My throat was filled with unsaid words that were clogged under huge amounts of stress and anxiety that seemed to have been bottled up.

"Tomoe. . ." Was Kurama's response as he inched closer and pulled his arms around my shoulder, embracing me tight.

I didn't put my arms around him, I just stood there, my face pushed into his neck and my arms heavy as lead.

Mizuki came closer too, ruffling up my silvery locks as he throws his arm around the both of us.

"It's ok Tomoe, it's ok. . ."

Kurama's voice was warm and kind, which took me by utter surprise.

"I know this will work, it's worked on so many other occasions. So no need to fear!"

Mizuki's voice was gaily as usual, and I couldn't help but smile into Kurama's shoulder at Mizuki's attempt of comforting me.

I sniffled and let out a forced laugh.

"Ha. . Thanks. . . Sorry, the stress is making me blurt out things. ."

Kurama just strokes my back, calming me down.

"No, it's fine. You're stressed–I get it, I shouldn't of questioned your decision."

Kurama interjected as his hand drew light circles just under my shoulder blades.

"Hey, I know your super stressed Tomoe buuuuut we're a team. We shouldn't squabble about things, we should work together. Cuz we are all in this together!"

Mizuki encouragingly pats our backs.

Kurama and I stared up at Mizuki's cheery face. Kurama's eyebrows knit together and I grimace.

"Eww just how cheesy are you?"

Kurama gradually elicited, pushing Mizuki's head away from us in a humorous way, my face twists in disgust and slight amusement.

"As cheesy as they get."

I respond to Kurama's question as Mizuki's mouth quirks into a pout.

"Awww guys!! I was trying to be motivational!!!"

It goes silent before we all burst into hysteria.

It felt weird to laugh with my cheeks damp and my eyes stinging, but at least it was a good thing.

As our laughter dies down I sigh.

"Well, I guess we should get this over with. . ."

I mumble out as I rub my eyes for the last time, Mizuki and Kurama nod in agreement as we start to walk to the bedroom door.

I hesitate before pushing the door open. The room was dimly lit and there was a huge lump in the bed. . .

I can't believe I'm actually doing this. . .