Anonymous(07 Ghost Fanfic:Konatsu Warren) -- DISCONTINUED

Seven

Kapitel Seven

Konatsu retired to an unoccupied chair from the Military Base’s cafeteria. It was noontime and he was ready to collapse if needed. Other than certain updates to the criminal data on the colonel’s office, he also had to take care of Major Hyuuga’s paper works. His superior’s habits weren’t something that would disappear easily after all.

He drew out a long breath of exhaustion, hoping that if he do such thing, his condition would return back to normal, like it would solve the current storm heading his way and destroy it all in his stead.

If only…

“They say that once you exhale deeply, you lose half of your life. Is that commonplace for you, begleiter?” a voice, which wasn’t as foreign to him as it was before, spoke adjacent to him.

He raised his hazel irises to meet her cobalt blue ones. She had a deadpanned expression on her face which she wore ever since she calmed down from yelling at her subordinates. In front of her was a newly ordered evening meal with the steam visible to the eye. It looked like a barrier separating the two of them together.

“…Good evening, Colonel Ceylon.” He greeted trying to sound formal at once. “I suppose that it became a habit for me…”

“Well, did you count it? You might have subtracted half from your life already.”

“Eh? Then wouldn’t I die that way? I can’t, I really can’t!” he cried crocodile tears and went to an abrupt pause to give the colonel a questioning glance. “So… what’s that supposed to mean, Colonel Ceylon?”

“Ah… you’re no fun…” she spooned some rice and ate it slowly in front of him. He averted his gaze to ignore the call of hunger from his stomach. He forgot his wallet on the Black Hawks’ office when he went back to check the paper works. He can only think of the insults that the colonel will throw at him once he tells her this.

“You’re not going to eat?”

“I’m not really hungry yet…”

“Is…that…so?” 

She ate slowly and glanced at him occasionally while he tried to look comfortable. “Hmm… this is not really my first time to taste a meal from the main Barsburg Military Force’s canteen. However, I just forgot how it tasted.”

Is she trying to make a conversation or is she trying to use me as subject for her amusement? He curled his lips to a friendly smile. 

“Then how does it taste like, Colonel? We usually have special menus here since usually the higher ups eat here…”

“You’re asking for my opinion…?”

“Yes… if you may.”

She placed her elbow on the table and rested her chin on her palm. A devious smile decorated her pale features and even though he wanted to feel relief, he felt a cold chill ran down his spine.

“I prefer homemade meals.” She picked up her spoon and continued her meal. “Nothing can beat the meals that you worked for with your own hands.”

Didn’t I hear that before? He found himself nodding in agreement. “I guess that’s an argument that no one can argue about. However, aren’t they…” he pointed at the counter with his thumb.

“Trying their best to make one too?”

“Oh…”

She averted her gaze to the direction that he was pointing at. She stared at it for awhile before suddenly standing up. “You’re not just amusing, Warren. You’re also considerate.”