Keeping Secrets *Mitsuhide x OC*(COMPLETE)

Blueberries

 I wasn't able to sleep last night. I couldn't get Reila out of my head, especially her secret. Could her words have been true or were they just drunken ramblings? If they're true there's still the question of who it is. I just hope it's not Obi since they'd been spending time together. I know her kiss was simply just a drunken mistake but I couldn't rid myself of the memory of her lips touching mine. I just hope that she doesn't remember any of it when she wakes up. I'm supposed to be bringing her to breakfast with Zen in a few minutes but I haven't gotten myself to get out of bed. With a sigh, I get to my feet and get ready to meet with her. I really hope she won't remember. I don't want her to be embarrassed or upset that she kissed someone that isn't up to her family's social standings.

I knock on the door to Reila's room and hear a muffled groan followed by something hitting the door. I knock again and announce that I'm coming in before opening the door. The curtains are open to let it in the strong sunlight directly onto her bed. I don't see her but there's a large mountain of blankets on her bed.

"Miss Reila?" The pile of blankets shifts slightly and I hear her call for me to go away. "Prince Zen wanted to have breakfast with you remember?"

"Ask him how it feels to want." She whines as her messy blonde hair slowly emerges from the blankets and her aqua colored eyes fall on me. "My head hurts Mitsuhide."

"You drank a bit last night. You're probably hungover. I can ask Miss Shirayuki for something to help with your headache."

She nods slowly and starts to get to her feet, keeping one blanket wrapped around her body. My eyes widen and I hold back a laugh as I move to catch her as she trips over the blankets.

"Thank you Mitsuhide. I feel like I'm not going to be in top form today."

"It's alright Miss Reila. You enjoyed yourself last night so that's what matters."

"I barely remember last night..." She sighs as she heads toward her closet.

I'm curious but worried about what she might remember but I step out of the room so she can dress.

Reila steps out of her room a few minutes later dressed normally and with her hair brushed and braided neatly. Her face is still a little pale and I can tell she isn't feeling very well, but I think after some food and something from Shirayuki, she'll be alright.

"So what do you remember from last night?" I ask.

"Dancing with you and with Prince Raji... I have weird half-memories of dancing with Obi but we were on the balcony. I remember talking to him after the party ended and walking with you but I kept tripping over my shoes..."

"You were actually holding your shoes, Miss." I cut in.

"Ah, well, that makes me feel better. I remember..." She trails off as she freezes and grabs my arm. "Mitsuhide... Did I kiss you last night?"

Oh, no. No, no, no. Can I go back in time and not ask what she remembered? I sigh and avoid her gaze as I nod.

"It's alright though, I know you weren't really in the proper state of mind at the time. I assure you I didn't take advantage of you or anythi-"

Reila starts to laugh despite the blush on her cheeks. "I can't believe I did that... I mean... Oh dear."

"What is it?"

"O-Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." She mumbles and starts to drag me along. "I'm sorry for kissing you, Mitsuhide. I'm sure that wasn't exactly something you wanted to happen."

She couldn't be more wrong but I don't correct her.

My attention stays on Reila as she has breakfast with Prince Zen. He has a meeting after this so she will have some free time. I'm curious to know what she was thinking when I'd told her about what happened. There has to be something in what she was muttering to herself. I'm supposed to take her to see Shirayuki when she's done eating so maybe I can find a way to ask her along the way. I smirk as Zen teases her for being hungover and she sticks her tongue out at him and tosses a blueberry at him when he isn't looking. It bounces off his forehead and lands in his drink. She giggles but covers it with a fake cough.

"Real mature, Reila."

"I know right? I thought so too." She dodges the berry sailing toward her and I watch in amusement and horror as it hits Prince Izana's shirt as he walks in.

"Sorry Lord Brother." Zen mumbles.

"It's nice to see you both getting along so well. I have high hopes for the end of the interview." He says instead, cutting a look toward Reila. "What do you think, Miss Canswen?"

Reila stiffens. "I-I am hopeful as well, Prince Izana."

"Wonderful. It's refreshing to see someone who is willing to do what is necessary for the sake of their family."

Zen looks at her in confusion while I clench my fists at my sides. He's holding it over her head still, but it's ultimately Zen's decision.

"I'm sorry, but I am not feeling very well today, so I must excuse myself. Mitsuhide, will you escort me to the pharmacy please?"

"Yes, Miss."

As we walk across the grounds on our way to the library from the pharmacy, Reila grumbles a running commentary about how much Izana gets under her skin especially since she has no control over the situation. She even goes as far as to mimic him with a high pitched voice. She sighs and runs a hand down her face, grumbling that she is too hungover to deal with him.

"Miss Reila, can I ask you about something?" I ask once we're in the library.

"Of course." She turns to me as she stops looking for a book to read. "What is it?"

"In the corridor this morning, after you asked if you kissed me, you were mumbling something. What was going on?"

She tenses and avoids my gaze as a blush crosses her face. "I-uh, i-it's nothing."

"That definitely sounds like a lot of nothing."

"Don't hate me, but sometime during the night while I was drinking, I saw two people kiss. It reminded me that I hadn't kissed anyone before and that my first kiss would likely be from the man who accepts my parent's offer for him to marry me. It would be a man that I most likely wouldn't care for. Before everything turned into a messed up blur, I remember thinking that I wished my first kiss would be with someone I cared about, even if it's just someone who saw me as a friend. So, I guess when I was drunk I remembered that and decided to kiss you..." She trails off as a look of sad realization crosses her face. "So my first kiss was because I was drunk... I don't think that's much better than what I tried to avoid."

"I apologize in advance, Miss."

"For what?" She asks, looking up at me.

I pull her close and gently kiss her. I can feel the sparking feeling from last night but even stronger now as her fingers grip my jacket. I reluctantly pull away and apologize again.

"It may not be your true first kiss, but I wanted to make it right." I mumble as my face warms.

"Mitsuhide..." Her voice comes out a whisper as she looks up at me and the distance between us starts to close again.