Our Secret

Chapter 2 : Encounter

So she'd fallen off the building. She had actually tumbled over and fallen right off - thanks to her clouded senses. She wanted to scream. And shout. And punch anything that came into contact with herself right now. Miyano Shiho was tattered - emotionally. How the hell could she have been so unbelievably stupid as to DRINK and then ever-so-absent-mindedly just topple over the side of a building! What if no one had saved her? What would she have done? She thought of Kudo then, feeling increasingly guilty and embarrassed.

Shinichi would never get his antidote without her. She couldn't be so damn reckless. She wanted to sigh in absolute and utter exasperation. She couldn't risk things like this. What was she thinking? Just then, she recalled something new. Something she should certainly be thinking about right now rather than this particular internal argument going on through her brain. she gasped slowly as many other mini-emotional tantrums erupted in her mind.

The figure clad all in white.

He'd saved her. She didn't know wether to find him and thank him for being so utterly courageous and saving a lady he'd never even seen before (or so she thought), or whether to find said-figure-clad-all-in-white and beat the living daylights out of him for seeing her in such.. attire..

Or lack, thereof.

She blushed furiously, her face heating up at the thought of a mysterious, handsome man seeing her like this.

Handsome? Not all men in suits were handsome. Although, she did have a feeling that said mysterious man had a somewhat - alluring - presence around him. Subconsciously, she pulled the blanket further up her naked body, feeling increasing self conscious and shy. She scoffed at her inner self. Shy? She was NEVER shy.

Slowly but most certainly determined, Shiho walked the short length towards the oversized closet, hoping to find something, ANYTHING that she could possibly wear. Thoroughly intent on finding her mysterious savior (mostly to inquire wether or not he'd seen anything more than he should have - and not just her transition from child to adult - she might add), she wasn't planning on walking out into the hotel corridor completely naked.

Another thought came to mind, then. Had he.. Could he have.. She looked down on herself.. And then around the room. Her little kiddy clothes were gone. Poof. Vanished. They weren't there; and what little she still had on before toppling over the building had disappeared as well! Had he undressed her! Screw all previous thoughts of even remotely acknowledging the existence of that jerk, and most definitely screw the fact that she was in debt due to his ever so generous favour.

That bastard!

Scratch the thought of even thanking that jerk, he-had-undressed-her. Her face heat up insanely at the thought, and she yanked the closet door open with such force, only to find that - to her surprise - there actually WAS something she could wear.

Could he have left it there for her on purpose? This was probably his room, then.

She inspected what he'd left her and nearly shrieked in absolute anger. He HAD to be kidding. She was going to kill that jerk.

He'd left her shorts and a shirt, not so bad at first glance eh?

Yeah, not so bad if she'd had certain assets that girls needed to wear under said shirts and shorts. The shorts were quite too short for her liking and the t-shirt was simply plain white. She blushed. She wasn't even wearing a bra!

Ugh. She wanted to smack the living daylights out of him, but a small, minuscule part of her urged that she should at least be thankful that she was in one piece. Sighing, she quickly slipped her newly found clothes on before slipping out of the hotel room as stealthily as a cat and tip toeing down the corridor - hoping that a certain figure would magically appear. She wanted to laugh at her choice of words. Haha. Magically appear? In her dreams.