Blue Sky (DISCONTINUED)

7

As soon as I entered the house, I would be lying if I said I wasn't impressed. The ceiling was so high, I bet I looked like an ant in a doll house. The walls were painted to look gold and there were accents of royal red everywhere. Usually you'd see houses like these in television shows or books. It's such a wonder how money could make everything come true.

I didn't feel like a princess in her castle though, this place is so empty. It had servants running around everywhere, cleaning and fixing things, but it still felt empty.

My mother went up the grand staircase and disappeared to a hallway I didn't know where it led to. When she said 'get her inside' she just literally meant to get me inside without making sure I'm comfortable or fine.

"Are they really my parents?" I couldn't help but wonder out loud.

"Yes, and I have to say you're the most unluckiest girl I have met yet." I had almost forgotten that she left me with a boy who was supposed to be my fiancé.

"Just unluckiest. It's redundant if you add 'most' to it." I corrected him.

"I did that on purpose. That's how unlucky you are." I felt it right away. I felt that this guy with me right now is an irritating jerk.

"Just take me to my room. I want to be left alone." I grumbled and he just looked at me with a raised brow.

"Wow. In case you've forgotten, I'm your fiancé not your servant. If you want me to do something for you, asking nicely is one way to get it." He replied so cockily and I just rolled my eyes. I shook it off again and slapped my cheeks, trying to remind myself to stop doing that.

"Fine! Please take me to my room!" I shouted. He just turned to me in disbelief. What was his problem now?

"There is really something wrong with you, isn't there?" His statements make no sense at all, if anything else it gives me a headache.

I just massaged my temples. "Look here Kendrich-"

"Confirmed. There's something wrong with you. You never call me that. You call me Ken."

I threw my hands up in frustration. What is it with the people in my sketch pad and nickames?

"Okay, Ken! Let me enlighten you because you are completely clueless! I have just woken up from a three month coma a few days ago without any memories, then all of a sudden two noisy grown ups forcibly discharged me and brought me here where I met a boy who is supposed to be my fiancé! So yes, maybe there is something wrong with me. I'm already worrying about this without you rubbing it in my face!" I just exploded, and the look of shock in his face was evident.

I know what I said was unnecessary and harsh, but I had no time to feel guilty. My head was ringing again and I could tell that all my energy was drained just from that one shout.

"Just-" I held my head and closed my eyes, trying to calm my nerves, "-please take me to my room. I really really want to rest."

He did so. He brought me to my room quietly. I started to feel really guilty about what I said when he did it. He took me up the grand staircase and I'm pretty sure that it wasn't an easy job. I could actually feel him exerting effort just to get me up every tier without it being too bumpy for me. He then turned to the opposite  hallway my mom entered and at the very end, that's where we stopped.

I caught myself staring at a white flowery door. A part of me wanted to puke inside.

"Do my parents see me as a girly girl doll or something?" I absent mindedly commented. Kendrich just snickered making the atmosphere around us a little lighter.

"Very. Wait until you see your closet, you'll think that the dress you're wearing now is acceptable."

When we entered my room, I was blinded by my pink walls, pink bed and pink pillows. I was happy to see white furniture everywhere. I couldn't hold it in anymore. I just basically gagged.

I was sure that I didn't want to sleep here, but I was so tired, I'd even take this.

I just sighed. "Thanks Kendri-" I stopped, realizing that I have to call him by his nickname- the least I could do. "Um, I mean, Ken."

For the first time, I saw him smile at me warmly. I felt my cheeks turn red.

To my surprise, he lifted me princess style out the wheelchair and brought me to my bed, gently placing me on it.

"Uhm, you didn't have to you know," I said, "I could manage walking to my bed."

He just chuckled and sat on the edge, "You mean wobble."

I stayed silent. He was completely right.

He was just a jack-in-a-box, someone full of surprises. He then suddenly held my cheek and leaned in close to me. My heart just started pounding right out of my chest. He got closer and closer and I was just loosing my mind.

"Toriko," he breathed out my name and that was the last straw.

I pushed him off the bed and he crashed landed with a loud thud. Okay, for a moment I was just as motionless as statue but I will never, not under circumstances,  let a stranger kiss me! Even if he is my so called fiancé.

"Try that again and I swear I'll make sure that you get stucked with no memories!" I threatened and I was expecting him to act a little angry like the first time, but to my surprise, he laughed.

"Now that's the Toriko I know and love," his laugh was contagious,  really. I would have laughed too if I wasn't too focused on the word 'love.' A part of me knew he was joking, but it was still pretty embarrassing.

I just couldn't help but glare.

"Go get some rest. We have a lot of catching up to do." He stood up and fixed himself, his amused smile still not escaping his lips. I just felt like I was teased.

"I don't want to talk to someone who will attack me out of nowhere." I growled and he just laughed again.

"That was just a joke, Toriko," he said, but I didn't really find it funny. "Plus, Andrew and Reah are going to kill us if I do that to you."

I just froze.

He left so I could get my peace and quiet, but after what he said, I didn't go so smoothly. Questions haunted my brain before slumber could totally take me as its captive.

Who was Andrew and Reah?