Favourite Mistake

Author's Input: If you've made it this far, thanks for reading! **glomps** There should be around 14 chapters since that is how long the original version of this is but because I'm in the process of editing it (not necessaryily in grammar but in story line) it may be longer or shorter. Also, I will try my best to not leave a big gap in between chapters. I hate it when others do it so I will try not to. Please read and review, if you want, thanks again and love you lots! **molests** >XD

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Part Two

It’s been two week since Urijuka became my bodyguard. I still don’t know what to make of him. I hate his perfectionism but I don’t feel bothered by him. I like talking to him, even if his words tend to piss me off sometimes. More and more I find my thoughts drawn to him. Even now…while painting. Of course, I avoid a certain colour but it helps to focus on him rather than unwanted memories.

A soft rapping at my door causes me to stop my actions. My brush is an inch away from the canvas. I turn my head to glance at my door. The knock is unfamiliar.

“Yes?”

“May I enter?” The brush twitches in my hand.

Silence floats around my room. I don’t know what to do. I’ve never let anyone in here since that day. I’ve refused everyone many times. Why can’t I easily reject him like I do to the others? The words of acceptance and denial clash in my mind. What’s so bad about him not coming in here? That would mean a sign of trust. Do I trust him? Can I? When I had gotten drunk after that meeting…he helped me. No one has ever helped me to shut up when I’ve been drinking. But why did he do it? I could question him if I let him in. True…I do like to hear his voice. It represents everything I’m not. It’s strong, intelligent…alright, so that one is exactly me...but it also holds an air of elegance and unfaltering determination. So…that settles it…

“Come in.” I turn my back to him as he steps into my room.

I continue to paint.

I hear him close the door with a soft click. It doesn’t startle me. I hear his footsteps fall almost completely silent against the carpet beneath our feet. He stops a few feet behind me. I’m still unbothered by these moves.

“What is it?”

“Nothing at all.” Again the brush twitches in my hand.

“What?” I turn partially towards him.

“I am not here for anyone’s purpose but my own.” That can seem very bad but I can’t make myself be angry at those words.

“And your purpose is?” I raise an eyebrow in question.

“To observe.” When I just stare at him some more, he elaborates. “To protect you more efficiently, I need to watch you.”

“Oh…alright.” I slowly turn back towards my canvas. But before the brush can touch its surface, he speaks.

“Will it be alright if I were to ask you a few question?”

“I guess so. But if I don’t want to answer, nothing you say will make me respond.”

“As I had already guessed.”

And I finally begin to paint once more. But I stop again after a minutes. I sigh slightly and set my brush and pad, with many different paint colours, down on the desk to my right. I only then realize that Urijuka is sitting in the chair at my desk. His smirk is amused.

“What?”

“How long have you been painting?”

“Two years, I suppose.” I move to lean against the edge of my desk, wrapping my arms over my stomach. A couple of feet separate us.

“And the violin?”

“I’m not sure.” I lift a shoulder in a shrug. “I’ve always played it.”

“Why do you attend school in the summer?”

“To stay away from here.” I shake slightly when I laugh at his question.

“And from your father.” I simply nod at his conclusion. “You call him a bastard in your mind, don’t you?”

“Why do you say that?” I tilt my head in his direction.

“When you mention him out loud, you stumble on your words.”

“Oh yeah…I did that with you, didn’t I?” I gaze up at my ceiling. I forgot I had done that.

“What else, other than painting and the violin, do you like to do?”

“I don’t do anything else. Painting is the only thing I love.”

“Do you paint often?”

“I used to...but not too much anymore.” My fingers tighten their grip on my arms.

“If it’s something you like, why would that change?”

“I’m not answering that.” I try, in vain, to blink away unwanted memories.

“What were you talking about at the celebration a week ago?”

“What?” I turn to him. But before he can answer my eyes widen slightly. “It was nothing.” I turn my gaze to the Monet painting on my wall. “Ignore it.”

When he stands, my eyes return to him. Now that he’s standing, we’re even closer to each other. My cheeks heat up instantly as I stare up at him. I’ve only noticed, just now, that he’s a whole head taller than me. I’m frozen where I stand. He simply continues to stare down at me. Black and honey gold locked over the silence of the room. I flinch slightly when he rests a hand over mine. There’s something in those dark eyes and the warmth from his hand that causes my entire body to relax. I hadn’t even realized I was so tense.

In the next instant, I’m pressed up against his chest, his arms wrapped around my shoulders. I tense up again and grab the material of his upper sleeves. Oddly, I don’t struggle against him. We just stand there in silence. His calm heartbeat mixes with my erratic one. I close my eyes and focus on levelling my breaths. I slowly relax in his grasp. I know I shouldn’t and I’m berating myself for doing so but I can’t seem to help it. My fingers loosen in their grip and simply hold onto his arms.

“Why are you doing this?”

“If you don’t place your trust within your bodyguard, they become useless.”

“What if you did and something bad happened?”

It takes him a few minutes to find an answer.

“You cannot continue to blame the world for the mistakes of other people.” As usual, his insightful words shock me into silence. “It is not necessary for you to inform me of those mistakes and I will not question you on them if you wish not to answer.” I nod against his chest. His hard…warm…chest.

I pull back from him slightly when I feel my cheeks heat up as well as other regions of my body. I glance up at him. He loosens his grip on me and starts for my door. He opens it and steps out. It starts to close. I open my mouth and fight for the words to pass through my lips.

“Urijuka…” He pauses and I glance down to my side. “…thank you.”

When I don’t hear any movement, I glance up at him. He was waiting for me to. He’s smiling at me. It’s warm and holds no source of amusement or indifference like his smirks. It’s a genuine smile. “May I ask a favour of you?” I nod for him to continue. “Call me Katsu.” The door clicks shut.

I’m left staring at the closed door. My hand rests against my chest. “…Katsu…”

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What a great way to spend the weekend. I sigh miserably and cough a few times. I’m forced to stay home and lie in bed because I’ve somehow managed to get myself sick. Just perfect! I hate being home, so how is that solved, by getting sick and being forced to remain here! I think the dark aura of my mood drifts around my room. No one dares to even come near me. A doctor was already over and he gave me medicine. My fever is a little too high to be a simple thing and my throat feels raw.

A soft tapping at my door causes me to snap from my thoughts.

Who would dare enter my room when I’m in this state? Do they wish to die? I don’t even get a chance to yell at whoever it is to leave before the door opens and I see who it is.

“K-Katsu?” My voice sounds off due to me being sick.

He enters and closes the door behind himself. “I have come to keep you company.”

“I don’t want company!” Golden brown narrow dangerously in anger.

“If you can physically get me to leave, then I will.”

I let out an irritated sigh and glare up at the ceiling. I hear him walk to my desk and grab my chair. He then brings the chair to my bed and sits there. He has brought a book with him. I glance at the cover as he reads. The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde…I’ve read it before.

“What part are you at?” He glances up from his book.

“You’ve read this?” I nod in agreement. “I am currently at the part where Dorian is revealing the painting to Basil.”

“That’s my favourite part.”

“I prefer the ending.”

“You’ve read it already?”

“Yes, I have.” He closes the book, keeping his thumb on his page so as not to lose it. “Have you taken your medicine yet?”

“Yes.” I glance up at the ceiling then close my eyes.

I’m not sure how much time has passed but I realize I’ve fallen asleep without really meaning to. In my sleep, I’ve turned on my side and am no facing the sleeping form of my bodyguard. I sit up slightly and close my eyes as my vision blurs slightly.

I really hate fevers.

I reach out to lightly touch his cheek. His eyebrows knit slightly but he doesn’t move otherwise.

“Thank you…Katsu.” I whisper the words.

He stirs slightly...then his eyes open. I pull my hand back quickly as he become more aware of his surroundings.

“You should go to bed. It’s late...and sleeping like that isn’t very comfortable.”

“Thank you for keeping my well-being in check.” He gives me a tired, amused smirk before standing.

I fall back to the mattress and keep my back to him as he leaves. I hear the door open and close before I turn around on my other side. I frown slightly and wonder why I woke him up. It’s not that I was afraid to have fallen asleep before him...I was genuinely concerned...

I’m becoming attached to him. Is that really a good thing? Is it a bad thing?

“I really don’t know...”

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Author's Input: Another little thing, if something doesn't make sense, let me know. O_O Sometimes it's intentional but when it's not...it helps to know these things. XD;