!MimaiILOUE 2011/02/21 (Mon) 05:33 No. 134989 ▼ File 129826643025.jpg - (575.67KB, 1203x1059 , koishi wubs u.jpg)
Of course I want to hear more; Koishi’s vague ramblings about goings on that I’ve no prior knowledge of makes me feel like she might be trying to taunt me, but Satori seems dead set on getting her out of the room. I know she’s worried about me… I think she’s worried about me, but truth be told Koishi wasn’t bothering me in the least until Satori came in and started yelling at her.
But despite what I want from these two I really don’t have it in me to yell over them, so I sit here quietly and wait for the argument to resolve itself. Naturally, Satori wins over her sister, and Koishi leaves the room quietly. She gives me the oddest of looks as she steps outside. I believe she was trying to tell me that she’ll be back later, but I can’t be certain.
Satori apologizes for the disturbance and shortly thereafter leaves the room herself. And in spite of the silence I’m unfortunate enough to not fall asleep again for the remainder of the night.
After so many hours of restless tossing and turning, sunlight slowly begins to fill the room. The dim orange glow tells me that it’s safe for me to move about on my own, and I do just that. My attempt at walking is not met by a crippling dizziness this time, and I’m able to dress myself in what I find lying around the room before shuffling off to the lavatory.
Coming back into the hall, I suddenly take to staring out the window. I see the odd bit of dirt and grass, and a single tree, but nothing telling me of my location. I hear voices coming from deeper inside the house; neither one of them sounds like either of the two girls I’ve met thus far. I think first to follow the sound, but hunger trumps curiosity and I end up looking for the pantry.
No luck. Not anywhere in this house can I find a single scrap of food. Granted, it’s a rather large house, but I believe I’ve searched every inch of every unlocked room I’ve come across. I run into Koishi as I slowly start back in the direction of my room.
“Nice day, huh,” I say sleepily. If the sound of my voice is any indication as to my level of energy, it’s a wonder I managed to stay up the whole night. One too many worries I suppose. It’s hardly surprising.
“Kitchen’s on the other side of the house, bub.” Koishi tells me, rather strangely choosing to point at a wall instead of down an actual walking path. I could guess that she means it’s in that general direction, though without guidance I have no way to—
She suddenly grabs my hand.
“Fine,” she says, “I’ll take you there.”
I refrain from commenting on the fact that she saw inside my head; I told her nothing in regards to my plans to raid the kitchen. Though being a sister of Satori, the two of them sharing the same gift comes as no surprise. I stay silent and allow her to drag me around. I’ll be damned if I can find the bleeding kitchen is a place of this size!
“That’s why I hate this house: it’s too damned big! Why did Satori ever think building a house this size was a good idea?” She responds to my thoughts rather readily. Satori seemed to refrain from commenting on each and every little thing, but Koishi seems dead set on doing the opposite.
“You’re asking the wrong person,” I reply. As far as I know, everyone might as well have a house this size. Then again, as far as I know, everyone might be able to read minds, too. Common sense dictates otherwise on the latter matter.
“And there I go projecting again… Does he have to hear everything I think?”
“You’re… still doing it.” I try to be gentle.
“Oh, to Hell with it!” she turns around suddenly, dropping my hand and disposing of any scrap of the cheerful aura I sensed about her previously, “So who are you really,”
“Uh…” The conversation has just now started and I’m already lost. Not a good sign.
“Hold still,” she steps up close; uncomfortably close. Nearly close enough to kiss had I any inclination to do so. She seems far too serious and far too concentrated to have so much as a shred of thought dedicated to that possibility. As a respectable man, I choose to pass up the opportunity and wait for her to finish whatever it is she’s doing.
“Nothing, as expected. He really doesn’t remember anything at all, does he? What the hell does sis want with him then?”
“Um,” I grow very uncomfortable very quickly. The closeness is unsettling if anything, and her suddenly serious demeanor frightens me in a good number of ways, “Mind telling me what you’re looking for?”
“Something that isn’t there, obviously,” she seems distraught, annoyed. She also seems to be taking out her frustration on me, “and even if it were, I can’t see past all your damn worrying! Can’t you relax a little more?”
“I honestly wish I could,” I say, trying to be honest. She’ll know if I’m lying anyway, so to be forthcoming will be in my best interests, “but this is all very jarring, to say the least. Mind stepping off of my foot?”
“Ah, sorry,” she steps away. The ache in my foot subsiding, I continue to head down the hall without her. I can only move so fast however, and she catches up easily. I had no intention of running away from her, just the conversation at hand was making me feel uncomfortable and by extension a tad queasy.
[ ] I should try to find out what she wants.
[ ] I don’t think it wise to keep on the subject.
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