69 3.26- Shiro and his Mind Freaking Ideas... (1/2)

After the meals were over, its hard to believe that a petite girl like Akira is able to wolf down half of everything that was presented in front of her. Just imagine that someone who was sleeping for months and only had a saline and glucose drip, and awoke suddenly and felt the terrible pang of hunger that she was shy to say out loud, and when served with mouth-watering, steaming hot fresh from the fire yakiniku and Gyudon that was steaming and the generous supply of meat and garnishing, no one could resist the temptation at all.

Akira kept mentioning Oishi, Oishi, Oishi as she slowly ate the foods and the feelings of a sudden burst of flavours in her mouth brought her memories back when she used to taste this kind of foods before.

As the three of us ate, I opened up my mouth to speak.

”Onee-sama, may I speak on behalf of Akira's personal security and safety in the presence of you if I may...? You do remember the incident of the person that you first met during your first visit here...? Let me begin by telling you that there are more scarier people than the Yakuza were to put together...! It starts from either in this hospital or at school...!”

Akira's aunt looked at me with bewilderment eyes as big as saucers... (it's more like Totosai who rode on a three-eyed floating bull in Inuyasha) when she heard the word Yakuza while Akira had suddenly stopped chewing her food; I can't help but take out my mobile phone and take a photo of Akira with her mouth wide open and some sauces from the Yakiniku that had smeared on the sides of the mouth.

”Waaahhhh....” Akira wailed either from her reeling shock of hearing the word Yakuza or from my actions of taking an impromptu photo of her with her messed up look.

”Yes, Onee-sama... I am not lying. The person has a heart as black as the night and an evil mastermind that could easily put Akira and me both in looming danger even as we speak...”

Akira and her aunt were looking with an alarming look at the direction of the window and the door of the ward as though a pair of ninjas would enter and slash the three of us like pineapples in a fruit slashing app game.

”Then what do you suggest we do, Shiro-kun? Why didn't you tell me earlier regards this matter and now why would you tell us now?”

”Akira was still in a coma during the past few months, and the contract that I had with the person was not to harm even a single hair on Akira... And the agreement had me do things beyond what can be imagined... But this game plan had changed the moment Akira is awake from the coma...”

”Does it have to do with Ayumi? What kind of contract or agreement did you sign with the she-devil? What kind of covert actions that you could take to avoid anything happening to Akira? If I could help, I would gladly extend my fullest cooperation...”

”It's like this for now... Akira would still be play-acting as if she had not regained much of her memories as now. Akira has to pretend that she still doesn't acknowledge remembering any events of me, even in front of the doctors and nurses and janitors... This is vital cause we can never trust anyone from now on, only the three of us and anyone else especially the Principal and other teaching staffs... ”