Warming a Frozen Heart

Sensation

CHAPTER 6

Sensation

-Kyousuke-

We returned to the dorms swiftly after finding JC. Back in our room, she just plopped down on her bed and fiddled with her laptop. "Hey Sushi, what does your name mean?"

"I don't really know. I think it means 'respect' or something... well at least according to my mom."

"Stupid dog." She sighed and rolled around the bed. "Then what about your surname?"

"Before I answer that, why are you suddenly so interested in me?"

"Moron. I'm not even the tiniest bit interested in you, I'm interested in your country and your culture."

"Ouch." I sighed and handed her a glass of warm coffee I made for her. "'Tsukiakari' means moonlight."

"Really..." JC typed something on her browser. "Then what's a yukata?"

"It's traditional clothing we wear during festivals or simply at home." I watched her look at me with scorching interest. "I want one."

"Unfortunately for you, I'm not supposed to return to Japan until I finish my studies."

"Finish your studies?" She suddenly turned serious. "You won't stay?"

"It depends on my previous school on when I'm supposed to go back." I lied down on my bed and waited for her reaction. "Okay!" she replied happily, returning her attention to her laptop. She can be really confusing-- one minute she's like this and the second she's really mean. Well, I guess she's just who she is. She set the emptied glass down on the desk beside her. "Wow, you do like coffee."

"Of course." She closed her laptop and sat up. "You said you heard my past, right?"

"Yeah, I did."

"If you think you know me enough with just knowing that, you're wrong. That's just like... a quarter of who I was."

"But I do know that you were once like Margaret..."

"Don't compare me to that slut." She stood up and wandered into the kitchen. Remembering what Luke once told me about her almost burning down his kitchen, I followed suit. "Why are you following me?" she asked, irritated.

"You and cooking just don't mix."

"That's why I want you to teach me." She put on an apron and waited on me. I didn't budge. "No, you and cooking are like... oil and water, y'know?"

"I want to learn."

"Why?"

"Because YOLO," she teased. I sighed in defeat and proceeded to take several bowls, a pan, eggs, bacon, carrots, and some cooked rice. "We'll start with an omelette. Now, break the eggs, like this."

"Try and back out from this and I'll break yours," she growled. I nodded nervously. "I won't." She broke the eggs properly but spilled some of the yolk on her fingers. I sighed and wiped them with a nearby rag. "Wow, I just feel like a mother witnessing your first errand."

"Shut up."

"Now whisk them, then add some salt." She did as she was told. "When will I use a knife?"

"You holding a knife is more deadly than a psycho driving an army tank. Later. Now set those eggs aside." I stepped out of the room. "Hey, where are you going?! We're not done yet!"

"I'm gonna dictate everything, don't worry."

I dictated the next details while watching television. I made sure I didn't hear any sort of conflict inside the kitchen and made sure she won't make the gas tank explode.