.♥Tasha♥. (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} chiizukeekisan) wrote,@ 2008-04-13 00:43:00 |
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She felt incredibly awkward, strolling down the country side toting a dainty parasol with this scraggly-looking man next to her. Is this what it feels like to go outside? To add onto that, she was blindfolded but was being guided by the gentle pressure of his gloved hand upon her arm. Kanako wondered why she had let herself get into this situation in the first place. He is so going to take advantage of me. And I don’t even know how far we are from town. And I don’t have any weapons on me. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
“How much farther is it?” Kanako asked, seeming to address no one in particular. She felt the cool, light autumn breeze pass through her hair, disturbing the skirt of her dress slightly. She felt him grab her hand, aiming to steady her as she faltered forward over a dip in the ground.
“Almost there, can you smell it?” Carlos asked.
Smell what?
“Smell? This place has a smell?” Kanako pondered aloud, “I don’t… smell anything. But it’s a little chilly…”
She then felt the warmth of his breath upon her face as he answered quietly, “You’ll know why once you see it.”
She felt the parasol taken from her hand and blinked under the blindfold, expecting something horrible to befall her. Why, why, why, am I here? With him? What would Thorne say? Then there was the sensation of his fingers behind her head, undoing the blindfold, but she knew that he was facing her as he was doing so. A blush stole across her face—no one had ever been this physically close to her as her brother had… The cloth fell from her eyes, which instantly opened to the sight before her. Without realizing, she took a sharp intake of breath as her feet carried her a short distance.
“This is…” Kanako started, then turned back in the direction that they came from. The setting sun shone its golden light upon the little hills and she could see little smoke plumes rising from town. Her black hair slithered across her face as she turned with parted lips back to Carlos, only to find him observing her a little too seriously, “What?”
Carlos blinked and stepped toward her, “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
He watched as a smile came to her face for the first time that afternoon, “Yes, it is. It looks so different from up here…”
Kanako turned back towards the mountains and waded through the waist-high grains, her fingers fluttering over their tops. Her eyes shut in bliss, enjoying the cool mountain breeze that weaved through the thin fabric of her dress. She spun gracefully allowing her hair to whip about her, not realizing she was being watched. Carlos watched in amusement as she lost her balance and descended into the pasture with a surprised look on her face. He made his way over and stood above her, trying to mask any hint of humor.
“Here,” he stated, holding out his hand and was promptly yanked forward so that he too fell against her, “Bloody he—.” He stopped, watching her turn away from him, trembling from silent laughter. Carlos sat up and grabbed her by her shoulder, forcing her to face him. Kanako stopped laughing and she stared up at him with a flushed face and wide eyes. But before she could block them, his hands were at her sides, tickling her mercilessly. A smirk crossed his face as she began to flail uncontrollably, still laughing and pleading for him to stop. After awhile, he drew away, allowing her to sit up and he regarded her in a whole new light. So she could laugh—She was not emotionless like her brother. She was human after all.
“Sorry,” she said lightly to him, watching as he lay back into the grass, “Why did you bring me here?”
“Sometimes we all just need to get away from things,” Carlos replied, noticing the first stars beginning to litter the night sky, “do you not like it?”
“No no,” she said quickly, then continued in a quieter tone, “I think it’s wonderful… I never thought it would be like this… I read about being in the mountains from my books. Thorne always brings me books.”
“He doesn’t let you out a lot, does he,” Carlos mused, “like a—.”
“Caged songbird,” she finished, “you bring that up a lot. What do you mean by it?”
Carlos looked at her disbelievingly, “You don’t understand the concept? He seems to be overprotective of you, not letting you wander around town freely as you want, or spending time with other people… But I think you do want to see new things, new places, new people… That’s why you’re here with me right now.”
“Yes,” Kanako smiled minutely, “Why do you care that I’m like a ‘songbird’?”
Carlos was silent, refusing to look back at the knowing smile on her face.
“You…like me,” she leaned forward, trying to meet his averted gaze, “Annalisse told me.”
“Annalisse!” he exclaimed in exasperation, finally looking at her and then quickly shutting his mouth. He felt a wave of hotness overcoming his face—and it wasn’t anger. He sat up suddenly, trying to not look at her again. She made a small, contented sound and continued in a sing-song voice, “She said you want to kiss me and--.”
“Can I?” He shot back shamelessly, half turning to look at her. He tried not to smirk as an expression of astonishment crossed her features. She had clearly not been expecting that sort of answer. Then she straightened up and smirked back, “Can you?” And yet she swallowed nervously as she noticed him shift closer to her.
“May I?” Carlos countered softly, reveling in the way her lips parted, trying to come back with a witty reply. And when no words would come, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. After a brief moment, Kanako pulled away, pressing her hand to her lips, and averted her eyes.
With a great intake of breath and a feeling of shame, Carlos sighed, “I’m sorry.”
After awhile, he brought himself to look back at her, only to find an unreadable expression on her face.
“Can we—again?” She mumbled.
“What?” He tilted his head, not hearing her properly. But whatever reply he had come up with was instantly gone from his mind the moment he felt her lips against his.
“I like you too, Carlos LeCroix.”
