•Gunita•

Ch. 36: Who?

Life was surely just like the wind. No matter how many storms come by, they'll just pass by just as quickly as they arrived. 

But not for someone like him. He, who had seen things at a young age; Fist fights, wars, and even death—matters that are nothing but trivial to him. He was quite prideful, albeit silently as to not let his image be sullied; for he was the type of guy to worship loyalty as if it was a sacred religion. He would even damn the rules, break the codes, and laws in the name of loyalty. If loyalty was a person, it would surely be him. 

Then Minamoto Kiyoko appeared, it was certainly unexpected for him. The first time he met her, his face immediately scrunched in annoyance, thinking along the lines:

‘ What was someone like her doing at this kind of place? ‘

From the way her hair looks, the way she was dressed and her pair of eyes that clearly belonged to someone of high status. Eyes that looked confident and merciless to those around her. The first feeling he had for her was hate; He hated how her lips were always set in a line, he hated how her face didn’t pose any significant emotion other than nothing, he hated how she rarely opened her mouth (and whenever she does he hates her even more for there is nothing kind in her words).

"  I thought you liked to paint?  "

" Not really, I just wanted to painted in hopes that I would remember how my childhood friend looked like. "

" Did you remember? "

"  Would I still be painting if I did? "

It just sort of happened. His curiosity gets the best of him. Her words were a bit confusing—like riddles and puzzles, he hated those kinds of games but regardless of that she liked to talk about space and cats. He had begun to get used to listening to the nice silence between them as she sits by a stool and reads her stack of papers.

And he couldn't help but hate himself. The fact that he got used to her feather-like touch and cold tone of speaking. He hated himself for not being able to distinguish the voice of her and the one he created in his head. The fact that he can’t help but feel tingly and giddy like having a high school crush with just a smile from her.

He couldn’t help but admit to himself how much her eyes made his morals shake with just a mere glance. 

Minamoto Kiyoko was an unexpected existence, and yet, rather than saying she’s special, there was no word that would be close enough to describe her. He was enamored with her underlying kindness and warmth. She felt like an otherworldly being, one whose existence is greater than a king—greater than an emperor. 

An Enigmatic Soliel.

" __________, you will be my hero, "

Just how many more times does he have to go back in order to keep her alive?

" It wouldn't be so bad if I had been your friend from the start,"

Would it now? He's aware of how their fates have already been sealed. He knows that breaking the laws of fate would lead to nothing but death. But it doesn't really matter.

If he gets to be with her again—even if it's just as a stranger at a side.

He's more than willing to lay his entire life to save her.