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recipe six; "minae?"

| 06 |

Bedridden in a rather spacious four walled private hospital room, an alarmingly pale Ookami heiress was lying immobile with an IV attached to her wrist and bandages wrapped thickly around her head. Marble violet orbs of Nakiri Erina gazing down at the patient, obviously concerned of the other's well being.

It was unbelievably reckless to jump off the balcony of the second floor without the thought of possibly gotten to lay down on your deathbed. Not only did she have her brain in a sudden disorder with that fall and thus amnesia was inevitable; Erina had also found out that the girl was slightly mal-nutritious despite that she was a chef. And that she was actually one of those few people who have a low capacity of absorbing energy and nutritions from the food they take in.

Ooka Minae turned out to be quite a handful.

The next couple of days, she woke up with start; cold sweats visible to the eye on her seemingly flawless skin. Erina herself quickly came by to her side, arms leaning on the rails of the bed to support her weight. Minae's heart shaped face twisted in pain of the hammering headache visited without a warning. Eyes glistening like glass, her pools of silver swirled with a nauseated, dizzy feeling. " B-B-Bucket. . . I ne-need a bucket, "

Snapped with realization, Erina wasted a split second before urging her legs to move. Not a minute had passed, a crew of nurses and doctors ran swarming in. Requesting for the blond teen to please go outside and wait; reluctant as she may be, the said person had to comply. Her grandfather wasn't here today so it was just her sitting anxiously alone on the guest seats. Thoughts of how she was doing and what would happen to her dominated Erina's mind. It even amazed her that she was this worried about someone she barely knew, besides from secretly stalking her in the past. . . Nevertheless, she hoped Minae would be okay afterwards.

In truth, the seventeen year old had been fine since; if you bypassed the fact she was sleeping a lot more. Few days later, however, she had managed to caught Minae when she wasn't sleeping and feeling better. And what greeted her was a complete 180° side of Ooka Minae.

Gentle smile quirked up in grace, expression held nothing but kindness and wisdom; her demeanor composed and looked as if she couldn't hurt even a fly. She really was welcoming.

" Hello. You must be one I've known before I lost my memories. I noticed you being there for a while now, what is your name ? "

Erina flinched, not knowing the slightest idea of what to make of this situation. Should she tell her name and explain the whole story, or should she just tell that she didn't know her that much. That she was simply being nice. No hard feelings. What. Should. She. Do ?

" Uhhhh. . . Uhm, I'm-uh I'm, I'm E-Erina. "

But Minae, she just smiled and tilted her head. " Very nice to meet you, "

" Erina. "

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Heyyy,

I know that there hasn't been any scenes of the others yet but don't worry, next chapter it's the Training Camp of Hell and would be, hopefully, much longer than the ones previously :)