Marionette

Cosmos, Chapter Forty Four - Ninjū [忍従]

Needless to say, Koro-sensei was adamant about her informing her of the choice in a hobby that evening, and he made that painfully clear.

Amaya was still standing in the hallway with Karma, far too comfortable to even consider pulling away from the warm embrace when her phone started chiming from within her hip pocket. It was at first a single, albeit annoying meow that Amaya was content to ignore.

However, with every meow that repeated at every passing minute in regular intervals, Amaya's form became increasingly rigid within the redhead's grip, and she could practically feel the amusement beginning to spread across Karma's face. And he certainly hadn't failed to laugh as he read the influx of emails Koro-sensei practically spammed her with right over her shoulder.

Needless to say, Amaya proceeded to send a simple response of "Go away, I'm busy." and turned her phone off for the evening.

She didn't doubt her phone would be filled with complaints and demands when she would eventually turn it back on.

The evil incarnate had pestered her to tell him what Koro-sensei had been over for, and of course, he was more than just intrigued with the fact that the Octopus hadn't pushed so much a deemed career choice, but a hobby instead. Even moreso when he'd managed to piece together from the emails he'd glimpsed that it was a more music orientated passtime the octopus was heavily directing towards.

It was as if the boy was just as eager to annoy her into taking that direction, too, and unlike Isogai and Maehara who accepted her reasons for wanting to avoid it, she knew Karma would just call her stupid before continuing to annoy her none the less.

However, as soon as Amaya started to get more than just a little annoyed with him, he dropped the topic altogether and left her more or less to her own devices.

Once again, Amaya awoke to find herself tucked away in her bed with no recollection as to how she'd even gotten there, however this time there were signs to eventually paint her a rather simple explanation; she'd either been ushered to bed after she'd begun to nod off, or the less likely scenario was that she'd just been forcibly relocated when she had passed out entirely.

There was a small note with familiar handwriting sitting on the small bedside table, held in place by a glass of water on the corner and the plastic bag of assorted medications the hospital had prescribed her. She was also still in the clothes she'd been wearing the night before, sign enough that Amaya wasn't entirely coherent when she'd ended up in bed.

[If you need anything, call me.]

A note from Karma with a very different message from his usual threats or demands, and it had Amaya hesitate for a moment.

The light filtering in from outside told Amaya it was somewhere before the start of school today, but again, there were no voices or ruckus echoing from the other parts of the house, informing Amaya along with the letter that she was alone in the house again.

Well... the lack of a threat from Karma was unusual, in a sense.

But she did as she was expected to, more or less.

Her feet lead her on an aimless wander through the house, where she found cleaning she wanted to get done, dusting that she would rather not leave to build up, and while Yuta did all the basic laundry like he had insisted back when she was delegating chores, her own clothes laundry needed tending to.

But of course, when Amaya had wandered into the laundry to do just that, atop the machine was a note taped over the front, hindering the lid from opening properly. She stared down at the blunt note with a sigh bubbling in the back of her throat, before she turned to deposit her clothing hamper back into her room.