Shin And Channal (Part 2)
(This is the second half of the story so far, I don't have the first half with me until I go home. So bear with me) Shin, 18, half Japanese, half Caucasian. Shin transfers from Kyoto Japan to a very odd school and meets a very odd girl who loves to write. A strange connection forms between them, half of their relationship is built around an odd knowledge, and the other half, a game.
He saw many colors past the side gate. He didn't notice that Channal had walked ahead and was already up the front steps of her porch.
"You coming?" He looked away from the garden and took a few tentative steps towards her.
"I live by myself, no one is home." He smirked and attempted to walk normally up the stairs trying to hide his previous nervousness. He wasn't exactly too keen on meeting a girls parents he barely even knew himself.
"If you live on your own, why do you continue to come to school? I mean, most kids would jump at the chance to ditch school whenever they want."
"I told you I love my class. Plus, this is my graduating year so I'd like to finish it A-sap. Trust me, my eyes will not be without tears once the year is over."
She giggled at the end of her sentence, mocking his previous over-dramatics. Opening the door, she stepped inside, flicked on the lights and held the door open. The first thing he noticed was how the exterior held no match to the inside. Other than the actual structure of the house - the older state of the walls and stairs- the interior was decorated like a castle. It was a large house for only one girl to live in, but she decorated beautifully. The floor was covered in a plush red carpet, the ceiling high in order to accommodate the large stairs.
On either side of the staircase were dual marble columns. Wondering how she got them in there, he followed her to the kitchen. He noticed a stove cast in silver, pots and pans hung from the overhanging ventilation area. Instead of having cupboards like most houses, she had a pantry, a very old-fashioned one, cherubs carved on each top corner. Although the purpose of her house was not to dazzle people, she was genuinely pleased as he gazed about the rooms. She took a chair as she watched him look around in awe.
His head swam with every image he took in. Gliding to the next archway, he saw the most extravagant dining room he had ever seen. A crystal chandelier hung above a deep mahogany table. The legs carved with graceful images, done by an expert hand. The trim was laced with grapes, flowers, blossoms and all sorts of imagery. The left and right walls were covered from ceiling to floor with paintings by the great masters. Framed in gold and dark brown. Behind the chair furthest from the door, the wallpaper was maroon, with only one very large painting, that he recognized as Madonna Of The Rocks by Da Vinci. Most would have assumed that being the biggest and more isolated painting in the room, that the painting was her favorite. But he guessed that it was not. Although he didn't know why, but the painting, almost hidden in the left wall, Annunciation also by Da Vinci seemed to be her favorite.
In the far right corner, there was an old-fashioned liquor cabinet. Filled with bottles of whisky, scotch, brandy, gin, rum, vodka. Almost every "after diner" drinks imaginable.
He was brought out of his trance by the smell of melting butter. He looked behind him see Channal pouring a milky white mix into a frying pan. Pancakes. He smiled at the thought. Beside her, a fresh pot of coffee was just beginning to brew.
"I hope you are ok with a hint of vanilla in your coffee." She said without looking up from the pan. "And there are more chocolate chips than pancake mix."
He grinned and pulled the only chair in the kitchen up to the stove to sit beside her. Inhaling the scent of the pancakes, he breathed out a heavy sigh he had been holding in since they arrived.
"Channal," he had finally decided to ask. "What makes you think that I'm looking for someone to love?"
She looked up and tapped her temple. "I'm all knowing," She said with a grin "that's how."
He looked up at her taking in the contours of her face. Memorizing them. "Do you think I'll find it?" He amended. "Ever?"
Her face contorted into an expression he took as surprise, and then fell into contentment. "Yes." She looked at him, "I'm sure you will."
She pulled her hair into a ponytail, and went back to flipping pancakes. His eyes glared at her signal to the end of the conversation. He wouldn't have it. Casually, teasing, he retaliated.
"I think I could fall in love with you." He said as he plucked a chocolate chip from the bowl and popped it in his mouth. She gave him an impish grin and said nothing. His eyes narrowed, he had been hoping for a better reaction. Shin stood up and walked behind her, placing his hand on the small of her back and bending to rest his forehead on her shoulder. He felt her laugh. He would win this game. A game that he conceived in his head, one that she knew he was playing. He knew she would play along.
* * *
Her heart fluttered and faltered as she felt him rest his head against her back. He had started a dangerous game, and she wasn't about to let him win.
* * *
He felt her heart begin to beat faster, he lightly stroked the back of her neck with his other hand. She continued pouring mix and putting the cooked pancakes on a silver platter. Shin stood there with her for a great deal of time, inhaling her sent, debating on what to do. If he moved away, he would be admitting defeat, but if he went further, she would accept it even if she really felt uncomfortable. She wouldn't back down.
"You coming?" He looked away from the garden and took a few tentative steps towards her.
"I live by myself, no one is home." He smirked and attempted to walk normally up the stairs trying to hide his previous nervousness. He wasn't exactly too keen on meeting a girls parents he barely even knew himself.
"If you live on your own, why do you continue to come to school? I mean, most kids would jump at the chance to ditch school whenever they want."
"I told you I love my class. Plus, this is my graduating year so I'd like to finish it A-sap. Trust me, my eyes will not be without tears once the year is over."
She giggled at the end of her sentence, mocking his previous over-dramatics. Opening the door, she stepped inside, flicked on the lights and held the door open. The first thing he noticed was how the exterior held no match to the inside. Other than the actual structure of the house - the older state of the walls and stairs- the interior was decorated like a castle. It was a large house for only one girl to live in, but she decorated beautifully. The floor was covered in a plush red carpet, the ceiling high in order to accommodate the large stairs.
On either side of the staircase were dual marble columns. Wondering how she got them in there, he followed her to the kitchen. He noticed a stove cast in silver, pots and pans hung from the overhanging ventilation area. Instead of having cupboards like most houses, she had a pantry, a very old-fashioned one, cherubs carved on each top corner. Although the purpose of her house was not to dazzle people, she was genuinely pleased as he gazed about the rooms. She took a chair as she watched him look around in awe.
His head swam with every image he took in. Gliding to the next archway, he saw the most extravagant dining room he had ever seen. A crystal chandelier hung above a deep mahogany table. The legs carved with graceful images, done by an expert hand. The trim was laced with grapes, flowers, blossoms and all sorts of imagery. The left and right walls were covered from ceiling to floor with paintings by the great masters. Framed in gold and dark brown. Behind the chair furthest from the door, the wallpaper was maroon, with only one very large painting, that he recognized as Madonna Of The Rocks by Da Vinci. Most would have assumed that being the biggest and more isolated painting in the room, that the painting was her favorite. But he guessed that it was not. Although he didn't know why, but the painting, almost hidden in the left wall, Annunciation also by Da Vinci seemed to be her favorite.
In the far right corner, there was an old-fashioned liquor cabinet. Filled with bottles of whisky, scotch, brandy, gin, rum, vodka. Almost every "after diner" drinks imaginable.
He was brought out of his trance by the smell of melting butter. He looked behind him see Channal pouring a milky white mix into a frying pan. Pancakes. He smiled at the thought. Beside her, a fresh pot of coffee was just beginning to brew.
"I hope you are ok with a hint of vanilla in your coffee." She said without looking up from the pan. "And there are more chocolate chips than pancake mix."
He grinned and pulled the only chair in the kitchen up to the stove to sit beside her. Inhaling the scent of the pancakes, he breathed out a heavy sigh he had been holding in since they arrived.
"Channal," he had finally decided to ask. "What makes you think that I'm looking for someone to love?"
She looked up and tapped her temple. "I'm all knowing," She said with a grin "that's how."
He looked up at her taking in the contours of her face. Memorizing them. "Do you think I'll find it?" He amended. "Ever?"
Her face contorted into an expression he took as surprise, and then fell into contentment. "Yes." She looked at him, "I'm sure you will."
She pulled her hair into a ponytail, and went back to flipping pancakes. His eyes glared at her signal to the end of the conversation. He wouldn't have it. Casually, teasing, he retaliated.
"I think I could fall in love with you." He said as he plucked a chocolate chip from the bowl and popped it in his mouth. She gave him an impish grin and said nothing. His eyes narrowed, he had been hoping for a better reaction. Shin stood up and walked behind her, placing his hand on the small of her back and bending to rest his forehead on her shoulder. He felt her laugh. He would win this game. A game that he conceived in his head, one that she knew he was playing. He knew she would play along.
* * *
Her heart fluttered and faltered as she felt him rest his head against her back. He had started a dangerous game, and she wasn't about to let him win.
* * *
He felt her heart begin to beat faster, he lightly stroked the back of her neck with his other hand. She continued pouring mix and putting the cooked pancakes on a silver platter. Shin stood there with her for a great deal of time, inhaling her sent, debating on what to do. If he moved away, he would be admitting defeat, but if he went further, she would accept it even if she really felt uncomfortable. She wouldn't back down.
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