Acrimonious Association [Nagi Kobayashi]

[ZEDOARY]

Monday. Rainy morning.

‘Wo ist sie? Wo couls sie sich vielleicht von dazu erlaubt hat? Dumme Frau…’

Zedoary’s white pyjamas have a coquelicot design on the back. He is like one of those inflated spiders you see in old gardens. Sitting in the middle of a luminous web and giving little jerks to this or that strand. His web is spread all over the academy as he listens from his chair where he sits like a wily wizard. Is the girl in her room? Gently Zedoary tucks on the silk. She is not. Just heard the toilet paper cylinder make its staccato sound as it is turned; and no footballs has his outlining filament from the bathroom back to their room.

Is she still in the library? No. The library door just slammed, and locked, so no one has to feel elsewhere about the halls for the beautiful warm-coloured prey. Let us have a strand of silk descend the stairs. Zedoary satisfies himself by this means that she is not in the kitchen – not banging the refrigerator door or screeching at her detested adversaries (who, he supposes, are engaging in their third cooing and subduedly mirthful, telephone conversation of the morning). Well, let us grope and hope.

Ray-like, Zedoary glides to the parlour and finds the radio silent. Where are you, you stupid girl? He felt ill; it was an incredible feat of will that he managed to stop from emptying his stomach in front of this beast. Gripping the table edge tightly, Zedoary stood on shaky legs, his brows knitting together in displeasure at that infuriating grin. The shrieking and surrounding chatter blared; the noise was drowning out his own thoughts as he shook his head, inciting a wave of nausea that almost caused him to lose it. Zedoary disliked the wretched girl, and perhaps his obeying every ideal of hers is his way of keeping himself there; it isn't for his mental health that he pines for his lost ‘friend’.

"Miss Kobayashi...?" He called, to receive no reply, only a faint echo of his own cracking voice.

"Miss Kobayashi, this is your attendant, Zach—Zedoary. Can you hear me...?"

He's not begging, he's not crying, he's simply at the edge of the world and doesn't know how to stop anything, anyone, anymore, and he has all but outwitted him, being so good—so better, without him, and the feast is spread and he's hungry, filled with jealousy and envy and too much pride and too much to resist, and—only to once again face awful silence. Zedoary’s consternation is embarrassing and pitiful to see; the man scurries off, leaving only a dank smell behind to mark his presence. This daily headache of this tombal academy is disturbing, but he must persevere. Don’t think Zedoary can go on. Head, heart – everything. He remembers the stories his grandfather told.

And the old man’s insistence that she’d been nothing but a lost little girl.

[NAGI KOBAYASHI]

TAKE A BREATH TAKE IT DEEP CALM YOURSELF HE SAYS TO ME IF YOU
PLAY YOU PLAY FOR KEEPS TAKE THE GUN AND COUNT TO THREE • • •
& i'm sweating now moving slow no time to think my turn to go
AND YOU CAN SEE MY HEART BEATING
YOU CAN SEE IT THROUGH MY CHEST

The Academy could make a mistake too. After all it has a total of more than one thousand students, not counting the butlers, so the number could be half of Milan's population. Oh why do they have to make it so hard? Confusion? Or simply bad luck? Why her though? Nagi did not know if it's just her ordinary way of dressing, or maybe it's the fact she's one of the few Ladies here with an eye patch-if not only-but why so suddenly? She already have a butler! But why did someone come into her empty dorm (as Cedric's already out) and give her a photo of someone whose name was so familiar that it sends chills down her body? Oh but Nagi did try to tell her! She did say that it was a mistake on the school's part, not her's. Even though...she's been sighted wandering alone. That was Nagi's problem, not Stella Fiore's. Maybe she should ask her father to make a complaint, but then again he always listened to her wretched mother's. And now Nagi is missing out on her classes again. Angry? Not much. Relieved? Maybe. Fearful? Positive. She knew this guy on the picture damn it! It's like as if they had met just a few days ago. Nope. They met years before, when Nagi still had two working eyes.

At first, she really took an interest in him, partly because he was an orphan...or something of the sort. And plus her parents are doing various philanthropic projects and this included donating to an orphanage. Upon first glance, Nagi thought all orphans were poor kids. And so that time she had been a bit judgmental on all the kids. However why did Fate make her and him know each other? That is possible the worst combo ever! Oh the cruelty! There were so much noisy people in the hall that the sundress wearing girl could not tell who is who, as their body seem to mold against on another. Like slugs, she think, pushing their greasy way to a small exit. Shaking her head, Nagi try to drive off the dark feeling rushing inside of her. Her other hand was clutching the photo of that boy tightly, if not a little too tightly as her nails were digging in her flesh. Unshaken by the tiny, tiny pain, Nagi looked around. Besides the frilly pink dresses, wide dramatic hairstyles, and the ever occasional tailcoats, she could not make out anything. Even so she could hear a distinct voice calling her family name, albeit with a "Miss" added to it. Right now all she wanted to do is hide, or maybe yet run fast. And as soon as the crowd of people disappeared she took off into a small run, just like that. Well, it's slow to others, and Nagi isn't made for running anyways. Her skinny legs carried her to some place where only one other person presided. Now all she needed to do is hide, though why the sudden courage?! It's been years since they had met, and likely Nagi's mind is telling her he might have changed. But is he?
"There's a mistake."
Three words, three simple words that summed up what she had in mind. Good job, you have outdone yourself. But what's with the shaking?! Why can't she go back?! The boy had grown so tall, and bigger than she had last seem him. Was he finally eating enough? ...Care? Is she caring?! Why is she caring about him now?

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