Chapter Three: Bonding
I marched away, beaming. I was happy until Yameru spoke. Calmly he said, "We should try to hurry home. Your father might get worried if we are out later than planned."
I groaned. "I don't care. He's too overprotective."
Yameru sighed and I could tell he rolled his eyes. "Overprotective is better than not being there at all."
I felt my eye twitch. What did he know? I mentally questioned rudely. Feeling irritated, I didn't respond.
Sadly, he took that as a sign to continue, though I could tell he was uncertain, and hesitant about it. "If you must know, I had to raise my younger brother all by myself, even with my parents around. They wanted us to raise ourselves, thinking it would make us strong. They resent me for raising him, and not letting him do it himself. They were right about it making us strong, but it's hard to raise a brother, and keep up with everything else."
I felt my gut twist. He...had to raise his brother? I felt my eyes narrow and my head bow a little in self pity. My sister never cared about me. They only time she relied on me was when I found her dying on our doorstep. I couldn't imagine her taking care of me.
"Sorry about that," I said, my voice quieter.
Yameru scoffed, and I could picture him look away. "Don't think too much of it."
I felt my eyebrow twitch upwards at his blunt words. How disrespectful.
"Alright, I won't." I took a short pause with my words, biting my lip. "Though, can I ask you something?" I wondered out loud, glancing back at him.
He rose an eyebrow and with a shrug replied, "What?"
"Where is your brother now?" I asked cautiously. Seems casual enough...
He sighed and responded slowly, "He's dead."
"Oh wow," I retorted. A nervous chuckled bubbled from my chest. "You know how to raise children--forget to feed him?" I mocked, taunting him. I regretted it when his eyes hardened.
"No, I didn't forget to feed him," he forced out through gritted teeth. "He ran away and never came back. I suspect he died. End of story. He's not my responsibility anymore, anyway." Yameru's eyes met mine for a second, and I turned away, unable to look.
"Well, uh. I guess if you think that then he must have been more of a burden, right?" I muttered, my eyes darting around.
This isn't a good subject to talk about, I thought, chewing on my inside lips.
"Of course he was a burden," Yameru answered sharply. He sighed, and reached back and scratched his head, getting sheepish. "But he was my brother. I loved his company, and everything. I don't regret raising him, but...he was always a pain in the ass. That doesn't mean anything though-" he looked as if he was going to continue, but he didn't say anything. He just stopped himself. He slowly let his arm fall to his side, and stared at me, with a small nice smile on his lips. I rose an eyebrow, and stopped stomping in front of him.
"Please stop smiling at me like you won. You have won nothing," I deadpanned. I broke it and smiled, trying to lighten the mood.
I've been a bit of a bitch to him. Eh...I should make an effort to..to be nicer, I thought. Yameru returned my smile with a nod.
Little did I know, but Yameru was thinking the same thing.
I sighed, undoing the tie that kept my pink dress tight to me, as well as kept my breast up. With a smile I let the fabric fall from my shoulders. I sighed and looked down to my undergarments. Bandages wrapped around my breasts, keeping them in place. I didn't mess with them, or my panties. I walked into the bathroom that connected to my room, sliding the door closed behind me. I then opened the bathroom's closet door and pulled a box from it. I stepped back, setting it on the floor and then looked in the closet, searching for a hair band, or tie. When I found it, I quickly tied my hair up, and then turned my attention to the box.
With a hum I bent down and dug through the box, finding my night clothes. I pulled out a pale purple, soft fabric nightgown. I slid it over myself and then pulled out some older, shorter clothes to wear under.
I heard the door to my room slowly slide open, and became very still, suddenly alert. I heard shuffling feet before a small tap ratted on the door. "Darling? You didn't come to dinner." My mother paused, probably thinking about what to say next, feeling a need to explain why she was in my room. "Are you okay?" my mother's voice gently asked from the other side of the door. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding and turned to face the door.
"Yes, mother I'm fine. I just wasn't all that hungry tonight. I do like to pop into places for a snack every once and awhile. I got full before dinner. Sorry I didn't tell you before." I frowned. More of, I saw Rin's cooking and wasn't hungry anymore.
"It's alright darling." My mother paused, again. "That new guard of yours is quite a gentleman, you know. He helped me make dinner and gave me a few tips. Do you know where he learned to cook from? Have you guys talked?" my mother questioned, blunt curiosity tangling her words.
I sighed, and couldn't help but smile a bittersweet smile. "Mother, we aren't friends. I did not ask where he learned to cook. I didn't know he could. I don't care if he is a gentleman, either. I don't see why I should. He's nice and pleasant to be around, but that's about it."
"Oh, why must you never see attractive parts of a man?" my mom scolded from the other side of the door, obviously irritated.
I felt defensive at her words. I deadpanned back simply, "Because they aren't any." With that, my mother stomped away from my door.
I sighed as a gentle tap sounded on my room's door. I turned around and sighed aggravatingly, growling, "What?"
"May I come in?" Yameru asked from the other side of the door. I stared at the door a moment. He didn't open it and let himself in like I thought he would. I felt a sense of pride break in me. My mother's words came back to me. "He's a gentleman." I shifted on my feet, glaring at the door slightly, and then looked down at myself to make sure I was wearing enough clothing.
"Yes?" I replied uncertainly, forcing myself to stop glaring and answer the man. The door smoothly slid open and Yameru slowly stepped in, eyeballing the room. "What do you need?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips, staring at him. He glanced at me and then went back to eyeballing the room.
Without looking uncomfortable, he said, "Your mother told me to sleep in this room because she was uncomfortable with the idea of me using your sister's old one."
I sighed and looked down. "I can't say I don't agree with her," I mumbled, looking around the floor of my room. "Where would you like to sleep?"
Yameru looked around shrugged. "Where ever you want to put me will be fine."
"Well, if you don't mind, I don't really want you sleeping anywhere near me," I stated bluntly. "I'm tired, so I will be going to bed soon." I hummed and stretched. "Help yourself to finding a spot. Extra pillows and a blanket are in the closet. I'm sleeping once you're settled, so please hurry."
He quickly opened the closet. He gazed around before taking out a pillow and blanket. He smoothly threw the items on the floor. He sat down his weapon against the wall next to my door, and took off his shirt with a sigh. I flinched as his shirt hit the floor and slapped a hand over my eyes. There was shuffle of fabric, and then he chuckled. I peeled my hands from my eyes and stared at a shirtless Yameru. I scowled at him.
"What are you doing?" I growled, looking down, not wanting to stare at him when he was practically naked.
"Changing," he replied simply, as if mocking my reaction to him shirtless. I glanced at him and then looked back down.
"Aren't you going to put on a shirt? You're just standing there," I observed, my words biting.
"I don't sleep with a shirt," he informed bluntly, smiling slightly, as if he won. I sighed with a groan. I didn't have the energy to fight with anyone at this hour.
"Okay, well, I need to go to sleep. I'll see you in the morning." I paused, frowing. "Unfortunately." I forced smiled at him and quickly got settled into bed as he did. I blew out the candle that lit up the room and laid down.
There was a long silence before Yameru whispered tiredly in a taunting tone, "Sleep. I'm not going to do something to you, if that's what you're worried about."
I couldn't help the heat that infected my cheeks when he said that. It bothered me that he would conclude I didn't trust him in that way. Well, I didn't but, I didn't think he was going to do anything. It was just the first time I had ever shared a room with anyone, so I was just uncomfortable, not worried about my body. I frowned, forcing the heat in my cheeks to leave.