Water was dripping from the tap…
TIP TOP...…
TIP TOP… TIP…TOP…
S~i~l~e~n~c~e…
Minato has fallen on the ground because of coughs—blood.
Unconscious—
His breath was very slow…
Sounds of gasps—echoed in washroom walls.
I opened his eyes—slowly—because he felt weak.
I think: What the dreams are, why Shimizu in my dream—suspecious. Oh… I felt weak. Cammon cammon… I can do it.
(I tried to move my mouth but couldn't—because of exhaustion.)
I was forced to sit by supporting his hands—he looked around.
But his hands are trembling—he is a little afraid, what happened to him, now… coughs—vomite… blood...
I tried to stand but he fell again.
I grab the countertop of the sink. I stand but… my legs were shivering like crazy.
It makes me laugh. I laughed until my stomach hurt. I tight his grip on the countertop to not fall.
I see my face in the mirror—horrifying. It gives me goosebumps.
My blood is dripping from my mouth, my eyes are red and a little teary. My stomach also hurt from laughing this time.
I started feeling heavy and having trouble breathing. He tried to calm himself, he says—
"Alright… everything is good—huh… ha…" He clenched his wrist.
"I—I am fine… I need to breathe—breath… Slow—comfortably."
Inhale—ha...;
Exhale—pho….;
Inhale—ha...;
I became calm and calmer by repetition. But that blood dripping gives me goosebumps.
I open the tap. Water splashes as quickly as I open, but pressure is high.
Some water drops in my clothes. I slow the pressure, but my clothes are already soaked.
I took water in my hand but I paused in the same position—like something happened.
Mirror reflection was scary—behind my back is dark black… alone standing in the washroom. My face was covered in blood—full…
My stomach ache became worse.
I try to smile in front to satisfy myself. I am strong but… It didn't feel like a smile at all…
My breath feels heavy.
I splashed water on my face by hand—rubbed—roughly.
Then I go for shower
In the shower… water was warm and hot. It makes me feel…little… Hm—relief.
"I feel nice… right now…" He rubbed his hair with shampoo.
"Tomorrow, I will go to the doctor… about something that happened, now."
"I smell nice—" He smiled.
"I feel light, I want to sleep"—I got into a rage but I showered for ten minutes.
Always says only one minute then later he says one minute. That way he wasted ten minutes in the shower.
I wore my robe and came out from the washroom. It feels—pleasant.
I want to shower more but I am so sleepy. I make a dull face, Huh… I need to rest.
I jumped on bed—I totally forgot about the incident, hmm—recently. I forgot all the coughs, fears etc…
I didn't want to destroy my mood, so I fell into a deep sleep.
After one hour~~~
My sleep broke—I don't want to get up but…
I have to, my shameless stomach was groaning from hunger.
I sit on bed, half asleep, my eyes are not fully awake. I want to eat and sleep anywhere.
I open the gate, in terror. I see two pairs of shoes, which means Lion and his mistress came back from walking.
I go downstairs and step toward the kitchen—wobbly.
My hair became messy and of course I didn't want to walk but I had to because of my stupid stomach.
*STEP… STEP.
I tried to not make any noise but—my body wasn't in my control—I wobbled and made little noise…
"Oh shit, my toe…" My toe hit the table.
He he he he… And getting little injury in the process but that's not even matter.
Someone is watching from behind—silently… He looked at him so mysteriously.
I reached the kitchen… In the end, I do it… I make a victory sign and laugh at myself—in the half sleep like a psycho…
I opened the refrigerator. I see—pair of pastries.
And—suspecious in one of them, vanilla pantry means my favorite one.
I don't want to think about it anymore.
Why is it here? Lion bought it? Or for a mistress?
I just picked my flavour and went to sit on the sofa. I plan to watch T.V and watch while eating.
But—in the middle of my way.
Someone grabbed my arm—a little tightly.
I turned my face toward him to see who he was.
His face was familiar but I didn't really want to recognize it.
He swung his hand, "Hello—are you alone." He swung his hand in front of me—constantly and that annoyed me also.
I grab his hand—softly—with a cute look… Hm… smiling too.
I want to finish eating my pastry and sleep.
"Hmm… why are your—little rough."
I tried to make eye contact. But—oppsitely…
He shouted, "HEY! You don't have any manners, if you want to make eye contact then make it."
He tightened his grip more.
I try to jerk off his hand. I make some distance but he—
"Hey, what the hell are you doing… I am not going to hurt you."
He steps toward me… But I turned and I stepped toward the sofa… but he grabbed my wrist.
He pushed me toward him—but I wobbled and fell... near to ground.
But he held me from my waist. It was shocking… But because of my laziness I don't want to react or try to push either.
It gives me a little romantic wine because I am not in my real scene in the middle I remember.
One hour thirty minutes ago.
I was walking in the street like a fool, and saw alcohol stolen. I am sad too… Hmm… so I think let's take one shot, I promise to drink one glass but—
In the end I end up with three glasses and you know I am light weighted.
So freaking dramatic right… ha ha ha
In the romantic moment my stomach groaned.
Means embarrassing moments… but why? Why?! THAT ALWAYS HAPPENED TO ME. I literally, I wants to die. God kill me!
—(All he thinks in his damn mind. What he did and regret it too…
Ha Ha HA HAHA...)
TO BE CONTINUED….