After another outburst and argument, this time about John somehow changing my clothes while I was asleep and the possibilities of 1) him seeing me naked and 2) doing things to my body while I'm unconscious, he calmly continues to ignore me and tells me to change into whatever I pleased. Then he just quietly leaves the room.
Ugh, what frustrates me the most is when I'm unaware of a situation. How did he mange it anyways!? I'm an extremely light sleeper!
Taking a look around the area, I find that there's a huge closet (huge!), with clothes that all seem to be in my size. Various different types too. I must say....it's not bad. I choose some black button up shirt, along with black jeans and yellow Tims. Hmm...almost seems right but..not quite.
I inspect my jeans, then take my hand and drag my fingers across my thighs and around my knees.
I take a look at my handy work. There! Ripped jeans, my completed outfit seems perfect. Smiling with satisfaction, go over to what seems is the bathroom of the room; oh yeah this room has it's own bathroom, neat!
I turn on the faucet and soak my hands in the water. Then I lightly run my hands through my hair, cleaning and combing it at the same time.
I stop to look at my reflection. I'm not particularly fond of mirrors and glass. It's not that I hate looking at my reflection, if you ignore some of the freakyness, I'd say I could be pretty good-looking. Honestly, as myself, I like the way I look. It just seems like me. No matter what people would say, I didn't pay them no mind. My mom taught me that everyone is beautiful in their own way, and that you shouldn't judge and act to a person a certain way just people of how they look. You don't know their story. Simple.
But mirrors, I, it ...just it gives me a weird feeling. Like a headache but when I look at myself, I can't help but feel as though.... something's missing.
A knock snaps me out of my trance. I head over and open the door.
"Hey. How do I look?" I ask sarcastically.
John gives me a look over and stops at my jeans. He stares for a moment too long which makes me fidget uncomfortably.
"Uh...what?" I ask, "Wha-what are you looking at?"
His eyes moves up to meet mine.
"..Your jeans are ripped."
"Yeah, so?"
John narrows his eyes in thought.
"Nothing..." he mutters, "..you must not have noticed."
"Huh?" Does he not like ripped jeans or something?
"Here, use these." John pulls something out of his back pocket.
I take it, and realize they're gloves. Inspecting them closer, I see that they are black wrist-length gloves with some type of soft padding material. They also have some design; red lines that curve down on the back, just one on each hand and both opposites.
"Put them on."
"Right, right," I answer quickly.
I slip them on. The gloves are really smooth but comfy at the same time, and really flexible. I notice that at the wrist, there's a clip on, and I secure it.
"Wow, cool. These are great, thanks," I say to John.
"Yeah, well I thought Hiniku would want you to have them," he says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Anyways, let's go downstai-"
He stops talking once he see the look on my face.
"..You....you knew my mom."
• • • •
"You knew my mom," I state.
The look in his eyes is all the conformation I need.
"Shit." I rub my eyes. Damn, it's amazing how much you can learn in a few days.
"Yes," John says, "I knew Hiniku."
I look at the gloves on my hands. "These were hers?"
"Yes, they were something she used occasionally back when-" He stops.
"Back when...?"
John sighs. "..Might as well," he mutters, "There was a time when we all were together. It's a long story, but we were friends. A lot happened, and Saburo and Hiniku fell in love."
"..Riiight," I say, "that's why they were soo happy together."
I laugh humorlessly. "Where was he when she died?"
He clenches his jaw and anger flashes in his eyes. "It wasn't safe. They had to stay away from each other....especially with you."
I frown. "What do you mean?"
"For now, let's go downstairs. We can talk about this more then, but...we also need to focus on some other issues."
I bite the inside of my cheek. "Fine."
We head to what seems to be downstairs, or the first floor. I notice that the house actually seem big; it's like a mansion. There are lots of fancy looking furniture, and it give off a very expensive lots-of-money type of smell. Through the windows, you can see the property as far as your vision goes. Maybe even more.
John and I go sit at a table downstairs.
"So ....continuing?" I try.
He fold his hand together. "Long story short, we were in danger of something big and terrifying enough to scare the shit out of us that we had to split up and make sacrifices. To protect Hiniku, Saburo had to draw them away for you and her. He cut all contact; they both knew what they had to do. It was for the best."
"What about you?"
"I...I kept tabs." An emotion I can't place flickers in his eyes. "I made sure you were both okay."
Irritation burns into my chest. "You call that life 'okay'?...She FUCKING DIED!" A strangled noise comes out of my mouth.
John stays silent. "...I'm sorry."
"..Me too." I take a breath. "It's-I..I-when she died..I couldn't do anything..I couldn't.. When she most needed me...I wasn't there."
"......."
I try to change the subject. I couldn't do this now. I couldn't think about her, it hurt too much to care.
"Anyways," I say, trying to lighten the mood, "to the other matters at hand."
I wait.
"We need to enroll you in school."
What the fuck!?
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