Leaving Hajime and Makoto upstairs, I go to the kitchen. I did leave it a mess…
They need time for each other. When he is in Ito he should spend as much time as he can with her. It was rather selfish on my part to tell him to leave if he can’t talk to me – he comes here for someone else, after all.
I set aside the leftovers for later – funny, only Makoto-chan seemed really hungry. I take a bite of the fried tofu, now that it’s cold it’s not very good. I’ve still not made rice pudding for Hajime, I realize. Ah well. I scrub the plates with a good deal of force, holding the plate too tight, and I hear the porcelain crack. It all seems rather distant as one of my dishes just falls apart…
I throw the broken plate into the trash. Baka. I don’t have enough dishes that I can afford to be so careless. I like those blue plates too… when did I get them? Ah yes… when I first arrived in Tokyo, a long time ago.
I think of how he once drew me out, in so many ways. Of how I got -violent- towards someone in my desire just to speak to him, early on. And how he would always ask me, or -make- me to talk to him, even if I didn’t realize how heavily my worries weighed on me. But now…
I set more water to boil. More tea. As always, more tea.
(OOC – Hide is in the kitchen cleaning up and washing dishes. Feel free to enter or not at any time.)
Saturday, May 2nd – Evening
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“She’s sleeping.” I tell Hide as I enter the kitchen. I look around and there’s water boiling. She of course loves tea.
“Thanks for today.” I place the box of cosmetics on the table and notice a blue plate in the trash. I think of how that plate looked familiar but I shrug it off.
“She loves the beach, you should take her soon.” I tell Hide.
“Ah, thank you,” I say. “Would you like coffee?”
She loves the beach, you should take her soon.
“Oh yes… it will be warm enough soon. It’s still a nice place to walk when it’s cooler but she’s not happy if she can’t splash around the water.”
I turn back around to see to the water. I’ve had enough mishaps with water today.
“Would you like coffee?”
“No…” I tell her this truthfully and smirk, “It keeps me awake.”
And I want a smoke with it.
She turns around and busies herself with the water. I don’t know why I’m still standing here. I must look like a fool. Oh wait I -am-.
“Ah. It is late.” Later than Makoto-chan usually stays up, but she can be allowed some deviation from routine when Hajime is here.
Finishing the tea, I turn back around and take a sip. For a moment I watch him. Words stick in my throat.
The tea… tastes so bitter. Or maybe that’s just me. “The tea shouldn’t keep me up that much later.” I put down the cup.
I hate this… these meaningless words.
“Ah. It is late.”
I glance slightly at the window. The moon isn’t too high up.
“The tea shouldn’t keep me up that much later.”
I grin and then started laughing, scratching the back of my head I say. “Gome gome! I didn’t realize how late it was. I should be going then.”
Making a short bow I turn to leave, “Tomorrow, Makoto might want to go to the beach.” I look at the tea and decide to make a joke, “Ah… Don’t drink too much, I heard tea can get one bloated.”
(OOC: Saitou will exit unless stopped)
I barely hear what he says about tea…
He’s laughing? What?
He starts to leave. For a moment my life seems so distant, as if I’m only an observer…
“Wait.” I tell him. Unsure. “I told Mochizuki-san about us, and Makoto. I… I promised her that I would tell you that she knows.” Why on earth do I bring that up?
I told Mochizuki-san about us, and Makoto.
I’m surprised but I do not drop the grin on my face. It’s like plastered there permanently for some reason. I’d ask her why she would do that but I settle for an easier one to answer.
“Oh you did? When?”
“Ah. Yesterday. She also gave us the tuna we had for dinner.” I look at his grin.
“She was trying to make plans for me…” I tell him. “I do trust her, however. I trust her with Makoto, I trust her with knowing this.” Which is true. It’s strange… until yesterday, only two people knew who Makoto’s father is, and they’re both standing in this kitchen.
Yesterday… Plans…
“Alright. If you trust her then there’s no need to worry.” I reassure her. “I met Isamu earlier… He didn’t seem to know anything so yes I believe she can be trusted.”
After all… It is no easy feat to keep something from your husband much less your wife.
“The man was fishing…” I say off handedly, “Of course tuna can’t be caught in rivers so… She must’ve bought it at the market. Give her my thanks as well.”
“You met with Isamu-san?” I ask. Usually he works on Saturday. And fishing? But somehow I’m not surprised that Hajime was by the water.
Strange that they met… but I wonder what Isamu-san told him? What they talked about?
“Hiroku-san… had the idea of sending me to a matchmaker,” I tell him, “I refused… that’s when I told her about you.”
Oh, didn’t I tell her about Tokyo as well? When I tell her that -that- won’t be happening… no doubt she will find me foolish.
“You met with Isamu-san?”
“Yes… Quite a bad songbird.” I chuckle and end up laughing again.
“Hiroku-san… had the idea of sending me to a matchmaker,”
I just nod at that. It’s fine now, I can’t expect her to wait on me. Perhaps she was just truly surprised I came here… So… I chuckle once again.
“I refused… that’s when I told her about you.”
“Sou ka…” I stop chuckling for a moment. My mind racing on the various possibilities of that, but they just go around in circles and I stopped thinking again. I completely understand the situation of course, I’m just looking for loop holes myself. And this was yesterday…
I look at the broken plate in the trash. What an oxymoron! Going near it, I hold it up.
“It’s broken…” I muse, “Let’s get a replacement for it. Where did you buy this?”
Songbird… yes, I’ve heard that man sing as he sees to chores around the house next door. Singing is not that kind man’s best talent. I nod slightly in agreement.
He finds the news of the matchmaker amusing… is that why he keeps making that sound? Maybe he sees it… as a way out.
He notices the plate in the trash. I look at it. “Back in Tokyo… there was a little shop, down past the marketplace as you head to the river. I wanted something new when I came there, and I saw those in the window.”
I pause for moment, looking at the broken plate.
I take half of the broken plate and play with it on my hand. It could’ve gone well with that yellowish sea breem we had for dinner… A low snort comes out. That was such a long time ago, it’s probably not even real.
“Back in Tokyo… there was a little shop, down past the marketplace as you head to the river. I wanted something new when I came there, and I saw those in the window.”
“Alright Hide…” How strange the way her name is so different from Hime-sama, “Expect a set of blue plates next week.”
I look at her and smirked.
This tea shouldn’t keep me up that much later.
“I’ll see you and Makoto then. Jaa.”
Raising my hand with the plate, I nod slightly and head on out. There’s no use. I’m no use after all… But maybe with a plate, how hard can -that- be? I close the door behind me and locked it. The gate I lock as well from the inside and climbed the walls so that it would stay locked.
(OOC: Saitou exits)