My Soul: Story of Shinigami
Kisses

“Nothing. I have to go home.” Prilly thrashed but Ryota blocked his hand so strongly.

“Prilly-chan, you can't go home like this. What will your mother say later? Prill, let's go to my place. We treat your wound. Okay?” bargain Ryota with a shady look.

“No need Ryota, I don't want to take care of you. Release me.” Pinta Prilly is teary-eyed. The clear thread just fell. His heart hurts so much. He didn't know why, but the day was very bad and his heart also hurt more.

“Prilly-chan.” Ryota's gripe holds Prilly's tiny body. He stroked Prilly's dirty short hair. Prilly's crying was unstoppable again. Her tears fell in Ryota's arms. His body trembled withstanding the pain, not only his physique but also his heart.

Ryota takes Prilly to his house. Prilly didn't expect Ryota's house to be so big. Ryota lives in a luxurious house. He lives alone with several maids, drivers and gardeners.

“Mbak, clear the shirt yes.” The middle-aged woman's Ryota orders a nod drawing Prilly's hand.

“You take a shower first, follow the same mbak minah.” Ryota. Prilly nodded in a doldrums unable to protest. Prilly rubbed her hair with a towel. Ryota's black shirt looks dirty on his body. How else, Ryota prefers Prilly to wear her shirt instead of having to borrow a maid's shirt. Prilly approaches the living room where Ryota is watching television. Prilly took a spot near Ryota while staring at the television screen whose volume was reduced.

“Sini we treat your wound first.” Ryota vows iodine solution in a small cup. He painstakingly treated Prilly's ailing temple and bandaged it with wound plaster. So did the bruised and flushed tip of Prilly's lips.

Prilly sat speechless not knowing, his mind in disarray. He silently looked at Ryota's eyes which were slowly approaching his face. Cold air suddenly ambushed him, making his body shiver. His heart was beating like popcorn that exploded uncontrollably. Ryota's face drew closer, leaving Prilly still stiffly clueless as to what to do. Ryota almost kisses her if the bell doesn't make Prilly jump in shock.

“Will I see.” Ryota rubbed Prilly's hair. Prilly breathed a sigh of relief while arranging for her heart to suddenly flutter erratically. Ryota opened the door, and a man was standing

behind him. The man turned his head shortly after Ryota opened the door.

“Alian?”

“How is he?”

“I should ask, what are you doing at school?” ryota's voice is rising.

“He prevented me from interfering. What can I do?”

“What can you do? Whahuh? At the hospital at the time, you were angry and wanted to kill me, but seeing that he was hurt you kept quiet? Huh huh? If you don't care, don't pretend to care.”

“I told you he banned me from helping him.” Alian pulls Ryota's collar. “Don't say I don't care. He gets angry and threatens to get out of Jigoku. I can what? You want him out?” Ryota took a breath and released Ali's hand.

“Then I go home. At least he's in the right place.” Alian said as he left Ryota's house, his red car hurtling away leaving a light roar. Ryota closed the door. It seems that Prilly is busy moving the television channel.

“You didn't ask who came?” Ryota sits at Prilly.

Prilly mnggeleng. “Not my business.”

“Who did this to you?” Ryota reaches for the remote and shrinks the volume of the television sound. Prilly shook her eyes off the television screen.

“Should I come to your school and teach them a lesson?”

“Do not!” Sergey Prilly's fast.

“Why? You're not vengeful? They hurt you.

“Defend? Even if I take revenge and can get back at it, I still won't feel better. Revenge will not solve the problem. Don't interfere Ryota.” Prilly couldn't believe it, how many times had such a plea slid from her lips.

“Why?” Ryota grabbed both of Prilly's palms. The young man looked anxiously at Prilly. He saw a twinkle of unrest in his eyes.

“This is my business. Let me finish it myself.” Pinta Prilly's.

“But I don't like you being hurt like this Prilly-chan.” Ryota's voice softened.

“No, whatever happens, don't interfere. I don't like to involve you or anyone else.”

“I understand. I will make you warm milk.” Ryota walked towards the kitchen. When he returned, he was surprised.

“Basic stubbornness.” Ryota's hiss.he pulls a blanket over Prilly's sleeping body in her living room. It's free to get Prilly to argue. That girl is stubborn. Ryota smiled at Prilly's slumbering face. It looks, fascinating. Ryota smiled and sat down in front of Prilly. His face approached about to kiss those thin lips. But Ryota stopped as if something was preventing him, hesitated and raised his face again, looking at the serene face before him. He rubbed the hair covering Prilly's cheek. For the umpteenth time Ryota smiled and kissed Prilly's forehead.

Ryota moved towards the window. It was as if there was a taste tickling his stomach. Make her cheek muscles attracted to a smile. Strange but beautiful, complicated but happy feeling. Like a beautiful symphony flowing from inside his head forming a love song revolving around him.

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