#Blasstt!
Lightning flashed, boomed and rattled the ears. Even that produces a bit of rumble and vibration. I wonder if the lightning struck anywhere near here? I was so shocked that I almost jumped.
(So freaking loudd!?)
But I'm grateful. Because the sound of lightning woke me up from thoughts in the past. Usually, I take the sedatives that the psychiatrist has prescribed.
After that, there was the sound of multiple and rapid dripping. It was raining so hard outside that my heart was worried about something else.
(O-oh that's right. What about that woman? Is she okay? I hope she's gone though)
I quickly stood up and quickly ran to the window.
(Huh? Is it really this dark outside?)
I couldn't see anything other than the dripping water. Meanwhile, the lights near the fence of the apartment were dimmed. But this restless heart, makes me want to make sure it's closer to my eyes.
I quickly served the food I covered with a food cover. Then, I immediately took and pushed aside the umbrella and locked my apartment room. Oh yes, before that I had brought a big towel with me. Inside the elevator, my heart was mixed between worry and hope that the black pajama woman had gone to take shelter elsewhere.
From the lower terrace, towards the exit, I broke through a very heavy rain. Immediately grabbed the fence scanner machine, I went out. And…
One of the things I was worried about actually happened.
(O-oh my! Ooh my!)
The woman was sitting against the wall of the building near the trash can while folding her legs to serve as a support for her face down. Even his hands protected his head from the pouring rain and strong winds.
“Hey, Miss! What are you doing here!?" I shifted my umbrella to protect it from the dripping water.
The woman did not immediately respond. Naturally, maybe my voice was muddled up by the sound of rushing sky water.
“Miss! Miss!” I shook her shoulders. "Are you alright?" I brought my lips closer to her right ear. Even I screamed.
Had made me worry three times I called her. The woman finally looked up slowly at me.
“W-who…?” I didn't hear her voice at all. But her lips moved as if to say so.
I was surprised to see the expression on her face that looks like a foreigner but also a Japanese.
(Huh? Half-blood? Ah, it doesn't matter!)
"Talk about it later! Come with me to my apartment room!”
I brought a towel immediately wrapped around her body. But when I thought she was able to walk on her own, it turns out her body almost collapsed. I pinned her down, placing her right arm around my neck. When it came into contact with her thin and pale white skin, it was freezing cold. Like it was stored in a giant fridge.
Back over the fence with the annoying scan machine on a rainy day, I somehow managed to get it to the outer corridor. However, before entering the building, I wiped her feet, hands and all over her body with the towel I brought. I don't want the floor of the apartment building wet.
I shrunk the umbrella, now I can shoot it faster. Get us to the elevator.
“Miss, you… don't look like you're from here. What's your name?"
Her deathly pale face reflected off the shiny metal of the elevator door. Her body shivered to the head. She seemed to want to respond to me but a bit difficult.
“Ve-ventine… grateful to you,”
(Huh? Ventine? Ahhh whatever!)
The elevator door opened and the woman's body was about to collapse right in front of it.
"Wow Wow wow! Well, well, that was a close!" I held her shoulder reflexively.
There is no other choice but to carry like a fairy tale princess. When I lifted it, I felt that the woman's weight was almost on par with Etsu-chan's.
(Is she a snow woman? EHH~ w-why a snow woman? Wait! Is a snow woman light because she's filled with snow? Ah, you idiot! It doesn't matter!)
That's how it is, I always have stupid logic and thinking.
I dashed quickly to stand right in front of my apartment room. I don't want people to see a loner like me carrying a strange woman. I have to prevent the newspaper journalist's hashtag from ruining my good name.
The door opened, I rushed to the bathroom. Of course after putting the umbrella back on the shelf.
There were still a few drops of water wetting the floor of my apartment room because she was soaked from the start. When I got to the bathroom I gave her a shower to clean it from rainwater or even seepage of rainwater through the dirty roof of the building.
Until… the most important part…. Most importantly, I still use morals and ethics.
“Er… M-miss…. I know this might be a bit vulgar, but can I take off all your clothes?”
The woman immediately raised both her hands without any resistance. “Help Ventine….”
(Was she always this weird?)
Her face and intonation were always flat and resigned. Well, maybe I'll just have to do it.
This is the second time in so long I've seen a woman's body. I admit this woman who says her name is Ventine has good skin even though she is pale right now. Her body was slim but more likely to be too thin. However… the ballistic missiles are quite large.
(D-cup? O-oh.. anyway, am I really allowed?)
I squeezed quite a lot of lotion soap. I start from the shoulders then swing to the waist down. After that everything is done then shampoo for her hair.
Believe me, I don't think it's weird at all. It's just like me washing Etsu-chan when Dai-san left me for a while. What's more, my late fiancé is enough for me. My only thought was to quickly clean up this woman who was a bit helpless. I want to quickly solve this problem.
I turn on the shower again until this woman body really makes it fresh and clean. Then, I turned on the warm water faucet in the tub.
(I hope that after this there will be no case against the police….)
“Ve-ventine-san…. Please take a warm bath first."
"Um," she said nodding.
Ventine-san was trying to stand up to immerse herself in the warm water.
"I'll be back, Ventine-san." I came out of the bathroom to take care of his clothes.
“A-arigatou, Nii-san,”
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Within a few minutes, after washing and drying her clothes, Ventine-san was also done with soaking.
I lent her a warm, long-sleeved, green tracksuit. I still pinned her body a bit limp. Hearing her stomach rumbling, I immediately directing her to the dining table.
(Ow, that’s right! I forgot cooking two portions for one person. Ventine-san just happened to come, so… not wasting ingredients.)
“Wooaahh!” Ventine-san's eyes are floating round, their pupils dilated like a hungry cat's.
The smell of the food that I had not cooked for a long time rushed to our noses when I opened the lid made of aluminum steel.
“Itadakimasu~” Ventine-san hurriedly took chopsticks, and started to eat the rice too quickly.
Watching her eat heartily makes my heart feel warm. It's been a long time since I ate alone, sometimes with only Yuka's picture. Venti-san choked up, whose expression really made me nostalgic. Like a careless child.
“Slow down, Ventine-san….” I handed her a glass that I had poured water from the dispenser provided.
I'm enjoying my meal as usual, while watching Ventine-san. Her hair, which looked messy and limp earlier, was now long straight black down in a neat cut covering his forehead. A woman with okiku doll hair but a mixed face. The reflection on his face had now diminished, replaced by the rising sun. Her cheeks are chubby and puff and fall when she chews her food.
(Well… sometimes this isn't bad either….)
If I may ask just a little. If only, ventine-san's hair was white….
Then it will go well with Shiragiku (White Chrysanthemum).
(Heh! The hell am I asking too much?)
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