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Post by coldflame on Mar 9, 2009 17:37:15 GMT -5
Kiran couldn’t say that he wasn’t happy that Daichi finally shut up. But honestly, he seemed so wiped out about the whole ordeal (as short as it was) that he didn’t do much besides give Daichi a simple nod with a look on his face that said he was quite tired of people’s skepticism. Of course, when he really thought about it, he could understand Daichi’s protectiveness. But right now, he wanted to stop thinking about it. He was still a little frustrated that Daichi had made his day dramatic in the first place.
He only smiled at Kiku slightly, but he stayed sitting in the chair. He winced uncomfortably when the bandages on his shoulders began to itch. That was another thing that made him more ticked, obviously…for several reasons. He shot a glance at Daichi.
His thoughts only perked up at the sound of food. Food made things better any day.
“I’ll have something,” he said to Kiku, grinning sheepishly.
He continued to sit however, and when he scratched his collar thanks to the itchy bandages, he winced. Scratching probably wasn’t a good idea, but maybe he could have some medicine – that way he could scratch his shoulders later.
He asked Kiku for some medicine and carefully leaned back further against the chair, propped his feet on top of the footrest, and then closed his eyes for a moment. He seemed to be tired, but in reality, Kiran just didn’t want to have to look at Daichi if he didn’t follow Kiku into the kitchen.
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Post by kiku on Mar 10, 2009 18:21:28 GMT -5
Kiku simply nodded at Kiran’s request, though her eyes were compassionate as they followed his painful struggle toward comfort. It was so terrible that he had to suffer like this; she only wanted him to be happy, and yet she was the one bringing him all this conflict. With this thought, Kiku sighed softly, and, with a silent look toward Daichi, began to walk the short distance to the kitchen, Daichi following close behind.
When they reached the kitchen, Kiku walked straight for the wooden cabinets above the counter, opening the door and placing a small jar on the smooth countertop, completely silent. Daichi rolled his eyes a little, knowing that when Kiku was so stony toward anything, it meant she was either thoughtful, mournful, or, on rarer occasions, really pissed off.
“Hey,” Daichi said, strolling up to her, resting one hand on the counter near the jar. “I just want what’s best for you.”
Kiku restrained an eye roll of her own, and instead decided that she would have to accept this as true, because the sincerity in his voice was unmistakable. That didn’t necessarily mean she agreed with him, however.
“You’re just being so ridiculous about it,” she said in a calm, quiet voice. Anyone who did not know her well wouldn’t think she sounded upset. “You expect Kiran to behave flawlessly, and yet you’re acting like such a … jerk. It’s not fair to him; he’s proven a lot of character to you, and you still won’t accept him.”
“I just don’t want you to get hurt,” Daichi replied fairly. Kiku sighed; this was the only possible argument she could not have fought.
“I know,” she began, “but you still have to be nicer.”
“Or what?” Daichi challenged.
“Or you won’t like me very much,” Kiku replied vaguely, and Daichi almost smirked; he might actually like to see her try that. Kiku felt this, and shook her head, adding, “I’m serious Daichi – if you keep acting like this I will completely shun you.”
“Fine, fine…” he said, shifting into that same, defensive position. “But I’m still going to be checking in. And if he does one thing to you, damn it, you tell me. You here me? One thing.”
“Uh, huh. I hear you.”
And, with a skeptic glare aimed in Kiku’s direction, Daichi wished her goodnight and left, leaving Kiku to the peaceful process of decorating a few small pastries with jam, gathering a small vile of medicine, and conjuring two glasses of a sweet, fruity drink made from some ingredients in the garden.
When she returned to the living room, Kiku graced Kiran with a sympathetic smile, and sat gracefully beside him, resting the tray of goodies neatly on the table. She looked toward him again, and, after leaning in his direction, placed a swift, affectionate kiss on his right cheek.
“Eat up,” she said softly, before pulling the vile from her pocket. “When you’re ready for your medicine, pour it in your drink; it will disguise the taste… for the most part.”
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Post by coldflame on Mar 16, 2009 21:36:42 GMT -5
While Kiran was waiting, he could hear the faint voices of Kiku and Daichi coming from the kitchen. From what he could catch, Kiku sounded annoyed and Daichi sounded annoying. But at least Kiran knew that the earthbender was going to go easier on him. He was grateful for that much.
Once he heard the talking stop, Kiran opened his eyes in time to see Daichi walking out the garden gate from the window where he was sitting and leave. That was comforting at least.
Before he had a moment to close his eyes again, Kiku came back into the room, and not just alone, but with FOOD. Oh, he felt like he hadn’t seen the stuff all day. Kiran’s stomach churned at the sight of it and he grinned when she placed the tray on the table.
“Don’t need to tell me twice,” he said, taking some of the pastries and popping them into his mouth. He saved some for Kiku, but the rest disappeared within minutes.
He then looked down at his medicine. His face contorted in a way that said ‘ugh, not this stuff again’; of course, he poured it into his drink as Kiku instructed and held his breath, gulping it all down at once. A shiver ran up his spine and his face turned sour for a moment. It tasted like salt…and fish?
“Great stuff,” he said equally sourly, placing the cup back on the table and resting back against the sofa again with ease.
“Sorry about what happened with Daichi earlier,” he added, looking to her a little apologetically, even if it did feel good to get that tension off his chest. “I was just…frustrated.”
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Post by kiku on Mar 22, 2009 18:22:25 GMT -5
“Oh, you’re not the only one,” Kiku replied with a sympathetic smile. She sighed, glancing away momentarily, though she was cheered a bit when she noted the scare bit of food that remained on the tray. Kiran’s appetite amused her, even after today.
“Daichi can completely overact… It’s only natural for you to feel frustrated,” she murmured wisely, her warm browns eyes observing first the fine structure of his jaw line, his pale golden eyes, and, finally, the bandages that bound his collar firmly in place.
“But, enough of that for today,” she added with a brighter smile, reaching out and tapping the back of his strong hand with her soft, nimble fingertips. “How is your injury healing up? Do you need anything else?”
Her voice had become more tender and compassionate, though it was not the same polite caring that typically coated her words with normal patients. This compassion came from more deeply within her; even her eyes glittered as the persistent need not only to help, but to please, filled her up from the inside.
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Post by coldflame on Mar 27, 2009 15:27:11 GMT -5
Kiku was right. Kiran needed to stop thinking about this too much. He was already having enough of the complications going on and worrying about things just made it worse.
He sighed deeply, situating himself carefully against the throw pillows on the sofa. He faced Kiku, smiling a little tiredly before he glanced down at her hand atop of his. Finally: they were alone at last.
He smiled a little more at her when he looked back at her eyes; those eyes, which were constantly filled with concern and tenderness. He watched her for a moment, noticing how her eyes darted back and forth while looking at his and seeing how eager they were. Eager for what, he did not know, but he had a feeling it was for the sake of his well-being...again.
Kiran tilted his chin up at this a little, speaking with a calmer and deeper voice. He chuckled lightly as well when he said:
“No…I’m alright.”
And that was all he felt like he could say. He felt tired all of a sudden; his voice was deeper and his expression was very calm. Kiran only had enough will to do one last thing before he would become too lazy to do anything else.
He still had a hold of Kiku’s hand. And with that opportunity, he gently took her wrist, then her arm, and as best as he could, he pulled her closer to him until she was resting beside him on the sofa. He sighed deeply again, smiling a bit more when he felt her warmth against his side. He kept one arm lazily draped over her middle, being careful about his collar, but loving the fact that she was finally close.
“Now I’m alright,” he said with that small grin of his, close to her ear. He pressed his lips against the chocolate brown hair of hers and kissed gently until he reached her temple. His eyes closed and he felt more relaxed than ever.
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Post by kiku on Mar 30, 2009 12:43:13 GMT -5
Kiran’s peaceful expression, his relaxed voice, that lazy content in his eyes… It was all more than enough to keep Kiku satisfied. She was glad he was finally resting, finally settled down in an atmosphere where he did not have to stress or face some sort of conflict or opposition. That’s all she wanted for him – healing, peace, and warmth.
At his deep reply, she glanced down, an almost amused grin tugging at one corner of her lips, before she felt a release of her hand, followed by warmth on her wrist, and later continued pressure and urgings drifting up her arm. She looked to him then, a bit of soft surprise flashing within her eyes, but it was followed by the softening of her smile and, finally, surrender to his grasp.
When she relaxed, she was pressed close against Kiran’s side, and breath, subconsciously held, was released in a not-quite-steady exhale as his arm draped so effortlessly around her. But it was the warmth of his murmured reply that brought color to her cheeks, the tender pressure of his lips against her hair that resulted in the flutter of her eyelids, the slight arch of her neck, the swift sigh from her lips.
How anyone could love her with such shameless sincerity had not yet ceased to baffle her. But it was real; the way Kiran approached her, at once both gentle and eager, proved that. And for this, she wanted him, loved him, more.
Her hand rested naturally against his chest, slender fingers spread out. Slowly then they drifted upward, their tips barely touching his collar, but soon pressing against and fanning out over the exposed skin of his neck. Her lips sought his for a soft kiss, and, after several seconds, there was a slow parting before she kissed him again, more briefly but more fevered.
“It’s worth it,” she murmured after a pause.
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Post by coldflame on Apr 4, 2009 22:03:14 GMT -5
It was no where near uncomforting having her that close to him. In fact, if he had the strength, he would have immediately pulled her into another kiss, held her tighter, done anything besides lazily draping his arm over her and receiving the kisses she gave, unable to return a more fevered one. At the moment, he felt incredibly worn-out for no particular reason, though her hands against his skin jolted his heart at times. Perhaps it was the medicine; sometimes that’s what happened when he had certain medicines. His collar, after all, was feeling a little better.
But he wanted to stay awake just a little longer. So, his eyes opened just a little bit and he was greeted by Kiku’s large, brown eyes staring up at him. Her cheeks were flushed and her uneven breath was hot against his lips. Spirits, she was beautiful. But it was sad to notion that he was going to pass out any minute. He didn’t want that. He wanted to keep his eyes open, to keep staring that the lovely face looking back at him.
Kiran decided that talking would probably be the best way to stay awake just a little longer. He hadn’t quite understood what she said; what was worth it, he wondered.
“Hm…What do mean?” he asked, noticing how much rougher his voice was getting. Oh, well. Maybe Kiku would like it nonetheless.
He closed his eyes again, but to keep himself conscious just a little longer, he stroked his thumb against her waist while he leaned in slightly and pressed his forehead against hers. Truth be told, he was actually feeling a little more tired now. She was so warm and she fit perfectly into his arms, nice and snug. But he could still hear the sound of the person he loved breathing gently against his cheeks, which meant he was still listening. He just wasn’t sure how much longer that listening would last.
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Post by kiku on Apr 12, 2009 20:54:45 GMT -5
His warm, rough voice and heavy, drifting eyelids were obvious side effects of the particular medicine Kiran had taken. Perhaps he was not used to this specific brand; in that case especially, the medicine’s power could take an especially potent grip. With this realization, Kiku almost cursed herself for giving it to him… before guilt washed over those selfish thoughts. He needed to heal, to be free of pain; kissing her intently, holding her closer with that firm, eager grip… well, it wasn’t necessary, unfortunately.
But that didn’t stop Kiku from soaking up every moment. Her hand did not flinch away from the smooth, heated skin of his neck; instead, she firmed her touch just slightly, even as Kiran observed her with those gold, perceptive eyes. With a coy smile, she met his gaze, her fingertips easing, drifting down, brushing the well-defined bones of his jaw.
With his words, Kiku’s eyes softened a bit as Kiran’s own closed, and a light, contented sigh slipped from her warmed lips as his forehead pressed gently against hers. Fighting an intense urge to crush herself against his body with a little too much gusto, Kiku laughed, quietly, and, as she turned her head, nuzzled her nose once against his, an arm anchoring more securely (but still considerately for his injury’s sake) around his neck.
“What I mean to say is… You and… this. It’s worth anything, any problem, we could face here,” Kiku murmured, once brushing his lips with hers as she spoke. It was enough to almost send a shiver down her spine, but she resisted.
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Post by coldflame on Apr 18, 2009 21:16:05 GMT -5
Kiran still imagined that, despite all the drowsiness that swirled inside him at the moment, he was still awake and listening to the words being told. He could hear her voice fading in and fading out, felt her lips brush against his in such a casual and loving manner, felt her arm tighten around his neck just a little more…
But all those feelings were simply consumed in a certain darkness that was all too comforting to resist. The only thing that he could register from his failing senses was the smile that lightly tugged on his lips. And yet, as his arm lost it’s grip from around her and his lips remained slightly parted, Kiran fell into one of the deepest sleeps imaginable.
He lost all feeling from there on. He was somewhere else now; he saw many things moving in his view, saw many different kinds of people. The first person he saw was Katsu, that old man with the cold, nasty stare. But this time, no – this time he was smiling at Kiran. And it seemed all too natural. Then Daichi came into the house. Kiran supposed he was in Kiku’s home, but it wasn’t Kiku’s home. It was a place he had never seen before, but it was quite lovely all the same. For some reason, there was sunlight coming from the ceiling and there were windows along the walls. Daichi was there. He said some things that appeared to be muffled in Kiran’s ears, as if he was underwater. Daichi then smiled and walked out the front door of the house. Then Kiku was there. Kiran felt like he could see her the clearest; he could hear her clearly too. She took him up a flight of winding stairs that led them up into the sunlit room. It was a very large room, with books everywhere imaginable on the walls. There were many windows here too and a large bed in the middle of the room; Kiran noted to himself that it was perfectly normal to have a bed in the middle of a room for some reason…
Hours later, with what felt like little time at all, Kiran knew the dream was ending. A sudden heaviness over came him and his eyes fluttered open in a way that said they didn’t want to. Yet, they opened and Kiran found himself still lying on the sofa where he fell asleep. It was quiet now – completely dark outside and very dim inside. He wondered where Kiku was, because for some reason it seemed like that was the only important thing to know.
“Kiku?” he called out groggily.
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Post by kiku on Apr 20, 2009 21:09:05 GMT -5
When Kiku received no reply to what she considered a rather tender clarification, she realized that Kiran had fully fallen prey to his body’s weakness. It was with a healthy amount of reluctance that Kiku resisted stroking his cheek in hope that he might awaken to meet her gaze again. Instead, she sighed, and closed her own eyes for a moment, debating. It would be very easy to relax, simply listen to the faint whisper of his breathing, feel the smooth motions of his chest instigated by this easy breathing, and fall asleep to this sweet serenade… However, it was with this thought that a flutter of panic bubbled up through her veins, leaving her limbs hollow, stomach churning, her heart jittery.
With contained eagerness, Kiku shifted, arching her back upward, pressing all her weight onto the palms of hands and the balls of her feet, so she could crawl awkwardly down the side of the small couch. From there, she stood, glanced back hesitantly at Kiran’s lazy form, and leaped from the cushions to the floor with a gentle, swan-like grace, which only shook the glasses on the tray slightly. With a cringe, she completely froze, but Kiran remained peacefully unmoving, and she sighed in relief, soon gliding to the table, sweeping up the tray, and, with one last look, moving cautiously to the kitchen.
She did not feel very tired, though there was a certain warmth that filled up her stomach, so Kiku decided to go ahead and wash the glasses, store away the tray, and even help herself to the small roll that Kiran had graciously left her. As she leaned against the countertop, one hand resting against it, the other cradling a jam-covered pastry, Kiku simply stared out into the dining area, curious to what tomorrow would bring…
She spent little time there, thinking, before sighing and tiptoeing across the living room. As she crossed by the occupied sofa, however, Kiku suddenly stopped and quietly shook out a thin, soft quilt that was folded and spread across one of the accompanying chairs, very gently laying it over Kiran’s long, lean form. With a smile, she then left, disappearing upstairs to change and retire for the night…
After changing into her nightclothes – a thick but tight tank top, and soft, comfortable pants that clung loosely to her slender hips – Kiku reclined against the pillows of her bed, and, still feeling awake, grabbed a book from her bedside table, and read…
The book, one of her favorites, captivated her in a new and breathless way (as many fantastic books tend to do), so she read for an hour or two, until heaviness finally consumed her and she closed her eyes…
Her sleep was restless and shallow, filled with half conscious sighs and endless shifting. She could just not focus on slumber; something was nagging at her thoughts, affecting her body chemistry. Finally, when frustration overruled determination for sleep, Kiku stood up from her mess of sheets, rubbed her eyes, and began to stroll down the stairs. Maybe some tea would calm her, relax her muscles…
However, she was startled when Kiran suddenly spoke her name.
Stopping in the center of the living room, Kiku looked in his direction, eyes wide, replying in a soft, hushed voice.
“… yes?”
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Post by coldflame on Apr 27, 2009 14:50:46 GMT -5
Kiran was actually rather surprised he received a response in the dark. Groaning, he sat up more, blinking his eyes tiredly (why wouldn’t they open all the way?) and tried to search for her figure. He looked straight ahead and could see her small form in front of him, just a few feet away. Kiran briefly wondered why she was up so late. Had she stayed awake with him this whole time? Huh…that would have been unnecessary.
Groaning again, Kiran made a slow attempt to stand up. It was difficult, because the numb feeling in his arm kept him from moving much. However, he managed to stand and blindly began making his way over to Kiku, when his shin all of a sudden collided with something solid.
“Gah!” he hissed, realizing that he walked right into the edge of the table, nearly falling atop of it. “Stupid…table” he muttered in the dark.
Slowly then, he managed to hobble over to Kiku, still cursing softly. He then asked in the middle of a yawn:
“What time is it? Why’re you awake?” His voice still sounded very deep and rather monotone.
Was the room suddenly swaying from side to side? He could see Kiku’s figure moving from left to right, left to right. He widened his eyes slightly and stared hard with a strange sense of wanting to hold her still.
“And since when is the house on water?” he asked with a rather baffled and confused expression on his face
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Post by kiku on Apr 30, 2009 21:17:33 GMT -5
Kiran’s sudden presence had startled her, though not as much as his movement, swift contact with the table, and shout. Her hands, with fingers completely flexed, shot out in front of her to catch, to assist, but Kiran recovered - ungracefully so, but still- so, reluctantly, Kiku’s arms relaxed, and she stood still, eyes still wide with worry and surprise as Kiran spoke out again. Before she could reply to his initial inquiry, however, Kiran seemed to sway, and, when his diluted words confirmed her diagnosis, Kiku rushed forward to support him.
With her hands firmly gripping his arm and back, Kiku allowed herself to relax slightly, and, with this relaxation came a soft melody of laughter.
“Come on, Kiran,” she murmured. “Let’s get you to your bed first, and then I’ll tell you.”
With much gentleness, Kiku then led Kiran to his nearby bedroom, leaving the door barely open as she guided Kiran into his room and onto his bed. She sat next to him, almost carelessly stroking back strands of his soft, dark locks before she held one of his large hands in both of her own.
“I couldn’t sleep,” Kiku told him then, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “So I was going to make some tea. Did I wake you?” There was a pause, before the inevitable. “Is your knee okay?”
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Post by coldflame on May 4, 2009 16:39:47 GMT -5
All that could register in Kiran’s mind was the fact that he was no longer standing up anymore. He was in bed now and he merely grinned (in a rather stupid way) at the soft pillow waiting for him. Slowly, but heavily, he slumped down and pressed his face against the pillow. Kiran then hummed at the feeling of Kiku stroking his forehead; it all felt numb and soothing. He could tell that Kiku was talking too, but none of it seemed to make any sense at the moment. What he did hear sounded something like ‘Let’s get you to bed…couldn’t sleep…make some tea…knee okay?’. Wow. Kiku wasn’t making any sense. Maybe she was losing her mind, he thought. Poor Kiku.
“You shouldn’t be up, Kiku. You must not be feeling well,” Kiran mumbled, patting her hands that rested atop of his. “I’m alright…dun worry. You’re always…worrying.”
He spoke between a yawn and hoped that Kiku would go back to sleep so her mental condition wouldn’t worsen. If he felt more awake, he would be the one to take care of her. Spirits, he hoped that worrying wasn’t a side affect to Kiku’s condition. Apparently, slurring words and sentences together was one of them. Poor Kiku!
“Go to bed and sleep. It’s not healthy for you to be awake.” He paused. “Actually…” he said, suddenly taking her arm and pulling her into the bed with him. “You just rest here. Kay?”
He continued to pat her hands until he slowly came to a halt. Kiran then closed his eyes, and without even noticing, fell quickly asleep.
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Post by kiku on May 8, 2009 22:05:43 GMT -5
Kiku could only listen with wide, unblinking eyes as Kiran spoke. Though, perhaps a more appropriate word was “babble,” for she was not aware of how his replies logically followed any of her own statements or behaviors.
It’s the medicine; he’s just exhausted, Kiku thought sensibly, though it was hard not to be a bit concerned and silently throw around words like “concussion” or “losing his mind.” However, she had to respond to him somehow, and, like a woman might be to her old, babbling grandfather, Kiku remained soft and agreeable, murmuring “you’re absolutely right” and “I sure will” when it was appropriate, while making other soothing gestures with her fingertips across his hands. She assumed he’d simply fall back asleep in a matter of a few moments, and she was right – though she had not anticipated being drug in along with him.
With a soft gasp, Kiku fell back along with Kiran on the soft, billowing blankets, squeezing his large hands as she did. She rested there for a moment, slightly stunned, until she became aware of the soft touches of Kiran’s hands against her own. When it became apparent that Kiran had again fallen prey to slumber, Kiku observed his face and only considered remaining there for the rest of the night for a second; if she was going to risk getting caught like this, she wanted to save it for when he was sober.
Slowly, she sat up, releasing her hands, and stood, looking over Kiran, finally letting amusement consume her gentle smile. Sweetly, she leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his forehead, and left, heading back to her room. When her back made soft contact with her sheets, Kiku finally feel asleep and slept in much later than she had in a long time.
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Post by coldflame on May 13, 2009 17:30:16 GMT -5
He wouldn’t touch the stove. Oh, no. No, he wasn’t even going to attempt picking up that knife. And no, he wasn’t going to start mixing ingredients that would probably explode in heat or something. Kiran wasn’t that stupid; he knew he couldn’t cook to save his life.
So, there he sat on the counter, just staring off into space. It was early and he had woken up before anyone else for some reason. He slept like a baby last night, though; strangely, he had a huge bruise on his shin this morning. Kiran only wondered where it came from, but he blamed Daichi for it. It must have been his fault from the fighting.
He sighed. The morning was getting boring and lonely. Even Kiku was still asleep, which was strange, but when he peeked inside her room that morning, she was out like a light. Earlier, he thought about cooking breakfast for Kiku, but immediately he knew that would be a disaster waiting to happen.
He tapped his fingers on the wooden counter, swung his feet back and forth, thinking of what he could do. Eventually, he decided that he could go into town and cheat his way out of cooking. Buying food was always easy, right?
So, happy that he had thought of something to keep his bored-self entertained, he went into his room, grabbed some money, and went out the front door. When he exited the garden, he could see that the road had been cleared, but Daichi’s previous earthbending was still noticeable; random rocks were jut out in awkward angles alongside the road and the ground felt uneven below his feet. It had been a day and a half since the raid, but the road was still lined with rhino and tank tracks that were now hardened in the dried mud.
The town itself looked a lot worse than he thought. Kiran sighed heavily when he noticed houses burnt almost down, shops previously there now missing, and stacks of charred wood piled high in some places. People were up and moving, though. Many of them continued on with their daily lives, setting up their stands with what food that they had left. Kiran wished he could buy more, simply to help some of the people out.
It was quiet too. Many citizens looked at him when he passed by and, quite suddenly, Kiran felt very…alone. He noticed one group of men tossing charred possessions into a pile, but they all stopped, glanced at him, and started murmuring to each other. They didn’t look happy (not that Kiran was expecting them to) but they seemed hostile about something in particular. Kiran had the sudden feeling that that something was himself.
He kept walking, ignoring their murmurs and hoped that it was just his imagination. But in the pit of his stomach, Kiran knew that word must have gotten out that he was Fire Nation.
Dammit, Daichi.
He just continued on his way until he found a stand selling some eggs and bread. But as expected, the vendor refused to sell to ‘the likes of him.’
“Do you want my money or not?” Kiran asked, his brow furrowing as he held up his money bag.
The vendor paused for a moment, eyeing the money. Kiran knew that he must need it like everyone else right now. To encourage him, Kiran jiggled the bag; the sound of clinking money filled their ears.
The vendor merely looked up unpleasantly and suddenly placed the items that Kiran needed on the counter. Kiran quickly handed the money to the man, took the food, and walked off without another word. Words followed him, however. Angry whispers and hateful stares, so many hateful stares, was all he saw until he was back on the road toward Kiku’s house.
When he was back in the kitchen, no one was awake yet. His heart was pounding in his chest, like he just cheated death or something; he almost didn’t feel safe. He remembered stories – stories of Fire Nation people being attacked by angry mobs of Earth Kingdom citizens. He remembered how those Fire Nation citizens were beaten to death so terribly, and by so many people, that their dead, swollen faces were unrecognizable when it was all over.
Kiran shuddered and put the bag of food on the table. His hands just wouldn’t stop shaking…
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