Sorry for the long wait! Wow, I'm really bad at using this forum, but I finally got it up here. Although now it seems considerably less than it did on google drive
Anyway, enjoy!
@sasshirie: yes lol I want more of these two as well
@Weird Panda: can't guarantee how beautiful but I'll try my best
Chapter 3:Center sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed, trying not to gawk at the pink, girly room she was in. Nezumi was surprisingly girly. Ever since the rat had invited her into the house, she had felt increasingly self-conscious and nervous about the sudden development.
Ten minutes ago:Center POV:Shit, Nezumi is actually so cute. A rare sight--she looks so relaxed. I couldn't stop staring. After she invited me in, we went straight into her room to drop off her stuff, then down to the kitchen for some food. After the light meal, she told me to go take a bath and get ready for bed. I protested, saying that she should go first, but she put on a defiant face and insisted upon it. I obliged and took a quick shower; I didn't want to keep Nezumi waiting. While thinking in the shower was something I enjoyed, spending time with her was something I enjoyed even more.
Realizing that I had no change of clothes, I called out, “Nezumi, can I borrow your clothes for tonight? I didn't bring any!”
A pause. No sound came from her room, which was next door. All of a sudden, I heard frantic shuffling and a loud thud. What was that girl doing? It's not like I had said anything weird. Unless sharing clothes was considered weird, which to me it wasn't.
“Sure, I'll put them outside in a moment!” her muffled voice traveled into the bathroom. I was pretty much done washing myself anyway, so I turned off the water and grabbed a towel, stepping out of the shower carefully. Right at that moment, the door opened and I looked up to see a shocked Nezumi holding a set of clothes.
Nezumi POVOH. MY. GOD. WHAT IS THIS. I thought she was still showering!When I had gone to give Center clothes, I had decided to place them on the rack inside the bathroom. I had no idea that she had already finished her shower. Throwing the clothes at the naked girl before me, I slammed the door shut and ran into my room. A few moments later, she came out, a little hesitantly but still as annoyingly easy going as ever. Now fully clothed, she sat down beside me on the bed, drying her hair. I stood up rigidly and grabbed my pajamas, heading towards the bathroom.
I heaved a deep sigh as hot water cascaded over me, easing the tension in my shoulders. Today had been a long day and I needed to clear my head. However, that was not the case. When I closed my eyes, all I could see was the perfectly defined, curved figure of Center. Her smooth skin was pale and creamy, and it formed a stark contrast with her jet black hair. She was slender and tall, with straight legs and a straight back. Probably due to years of fighting and natural physical prowess, her stomach and arms were rather muscular. She was lean, in a good kind of way. But the one thing that had stood out the most was the pale pink scar on her lower abdomen.
It was a knife wound. I had been in enough fights to know that, and plenty more to be able to tell that she had been stabbed. Judging from how faded it was, she had most likely gotten it years ago, and had been seriously injured by it.
Maybe that's why she always flinches whenever she sees anything sharp. But why hasn't she told me? Aren't I her best friend?
I shook my head. All these thoughts were getting me nowhere, and I was starting to turn into a prune. Twisting the shower knob off, I wrung the water out of my hair. I spent more time than usual drying myself, putting off seeing Center again. I had no idea how to act around that girl anymore. Eventually, the steam and heat from the shower got too much to bear and I had to step out into my room. She was standing on the balcony, gazing at the night skyline before her. A gentle breeze drifted across her, and her hair fluttered softly. Somehow, the entire scene filled me with a sense of nostalgia.
“You’ll catch a cold like that,” I chided. “At least dry your hair properly.” She laughed, a faint chuckle. Pulling me next to her, she remained silent. For a while, we stood there, arms barely brushing against the other’s. A strange feeling of peace flooded through me, and I gathered up the courage to lean my head on her shoulders. The earlier bathroom incident no longer mattered, nor did the scar. Nothing did, except for the girl next to me.
Center POV:The house on the hill provided a fantastic view of the city. The sight was something I hardly ever got to see, considering the location of my house in the slums. Furthermore, the expanse of sky above me was speckled with an impressive array of stars. The fact that it was a cold night flew past my head. I was too enamored by the lights of the city and the sky.
I probably would have stood there until morning had not Nezumi tugged on my shirt, motioning for us to go inside. As I stepped over the threshold, a sudden wave of drowsiness hit me. Gazing at the night had blotted out my fatigue.
Inside, I saw that Nezumi had already prepared a futon and crawled inside. I frowned. There was no way I was going to let her sleep on the futon.
“Take the bed. This is your house.”
“It’s fine, you’re my guest,” She replied, not even bothering to look up. I shook my head and joined her in the futon.
A lopsided grin formed on my face. “Then we can share.”
“If that’s the case, then we can just share the bed.” She rolled her eyes and pulled me up. Under the covers, I grabbed her hand and refused to let go.
Grumbling to herself, she muttered, “I’m never going to get any sleep.”
Topic: Reading Hermann Hesse - a Center x Nezumi fanfic (Chapter 4 END) (Read 4956 times)