Chapter 39
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My hand lasted on Seikatu's palm longer than I assumed. If painting feels like butterflies in my system, then I'll paint everyday to feel the happiness it gives.
At last, I finished my art and stared at it for a brief moment. A contented smile is on my face as it sinks through me.
“I painted . . .again.” I whispered to myself. “I painted.”
“It's beautiful.” Seikatu commented as he looked at me with all seriousness and softness.
“I painted!” I finally cheered and clasped my hand on his. “I painted! After years! I painted!”
He smiled at me. “Your art is precious, Zyosei.” Seikatu asked and examined the gouache painting that will soon get dry. “So is . . .”
Seikatu's words flew by the wind as I wasn't able to hear it.
“How much does this masterpiece cost?” he asked playfully and turned to me.
I shrugged. “It's not for sale, Mr. Ikemen. Sorry to disappoint.”
He raises his brow and looks at the painting once more. “The artist didn't even ask for my permission to be painted.”
“Well . . .” my tongue got tied and my eyes left his gaze. “It's the girl's dream?”
He chuckled. “So it's me.”
I sighed in defeat. Okay, he got me at that. “Yeah and it's too obvious to deny it.”
He shook his head and I rolled my eyes playfully as it landed on my canvas.
Realizing what I have done made my smile fade. I wonder how my parents will react if they saw my piece.
“Sei, what's on your mind?” he stares at me as if he is reading me.
I smiled sadly and Seikatu squeezed my hand in a reassuring way. “My parents will scold me if they see that.”
“Should I take responsibility?” he said so seriously that I ran out of my track of thinking.
What does he mean by that? I frowned at him. “Why would you do that?”
“Because we're dating according to your words?”
I gasped for air at that. He still remembers that? “Uhh— it's not true and . . .it's a word made of panic.”
“You being in panic is something.”
“And it's just in the eyes of my parents—”
“Also the guards and someone you might know in there.” he said, making me turn my head to a direction.
“Holy sheep!” my pupils dilate, it's one of my classmates! I remove my hand at Seikatu's palm in an instant. It's Cahaya, one of the three smart heads and she has a mouth. I bowed my head.
Seikatu chuckled at me. “You know her?”
“She's my classmate and will probably ask me on Monday.” possibilities started forming in my head.
“Don't overthink about her.” he said, making me smile. “Always think positively and cheer yourself. We only need ourselves to be strong enough.”
I looked at him. “Words of wisdom eh?”
He smiled. “Now, you're joking.”
Feeling Cahaya's stare, I shifted on my seat uncomfortably making me seat nearly on Seikatu's back, for him to hide me.
“You're not comfortable?” he asked, obviously making me nod. “You always avoid everyone's attention.”
“It's uncomfortable.”
“But then some kids like the attention of many.”
I glare. “How dare you? I'm not a kid anymore! I'm at legal age!”
His brows raise at that. “I thought you're just sixteen.” Seikatu chuckled, making me roll my eyes.
“I'm eighteen!”
His mouth formed a little o in an annoying manner. “Still a kid.”
I slap his back who's facing me. “I'm not!”
“A baby, then?”
I blushed and smiled, it's a blessing facing his back. “I'm not an infant.”
“But your parents think you're my baby.” he laughs happily like he won.
Blushing once more. I shook my head like an i***t. “You're talking nonsense.” Then I stood up and started cleaning that mat by putting my things back on the paper bag. Seikatu helped me with an annoying grin on his face. “You look like a crazy man.”
“You're as red as the tomatoes.” he bantered using simile at me where I just rolled my eyes.
Seikatu's left hand holds our paper bags. He likes packing things and I must say, it looks smaller than it did before.
We're now strolling around the Shinjuku Gyoen National Park as per my request. It's just so calming to appreciate nature's beauty.
“You know what? The last time I and Souru talked was about parks.” I told him and it made him glance at me. “He loves the Kawachi Fuji Garden. It's a colorful garden, right?”
“He told you that?” I nodded. “You two must be so close.”
I agreed. “We've known each other for just weeks or a month? I lost my count but we're like siblings.”
“You first met my brother, then?”
I smiled. “Yes because I met you on the streets when I stalked you. I'm sorry about that, by the way.”
“No. That's not the first time we met. We saw each other on a train.” he recalled and I frowned. “You sat near me and you're crying while wearing a dress.” he looked at me.
“Train? Dress?” I cannot recall it.
“I'm staring at you the whole time because I have known you since before but you seemed too drowned with your thoughts.” he elaborated more.
“Did I see you?” I tried to think of it. We met?
“Yes. But you gazed away like you always do.” he said so naturally.
“Ocean blue eyes on a train.” I whispered to myself and repeated it a few more times. “My mind was vague on that day. What are you wearing?”
“Black.” he sighed. “Don't force yourself if you really can't recall it.”
Like a light bulb. Something vague strikes my head. I'm wearing a dress and crying maybe when I'm on my way to Aokigahara forest before I met Souru?
“We must've met first before I met your brother.” I said and chuckled to myself. “I look like trash that day.”
“Sorry to disappoint but . . .you look like a goddess that day, crying crystals.”
My lips parted in his description. What a sweet talker this man is.
‘. . .you look like a goddess that day crying crystals.’ my mind repeated and I can't help my smile to show as my cheeks burned.
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