a/n: I' hope you'll enjoy this chapter. 

I'M DONE changing my clothes and I'm feeling hungry, but I couldn't go to the kitchen because I'm pretty sure that Giyuu Tamioka was there. After all, he cooked my breakfast. I lick my lower lips before I let out a small sigh, how am I supposed to act towards that guy?

Someone knocked on the door. I only turned my head towards the door while lounging on the floor, "Kocho, aren't you done?" it was Tamioka – san.

Well, it was obvious and expected because we are the only people in this house.

"What?" I said without bothering to open the door.

"I'm coming in," he said with a sigh. I was about to stop him when I heard the door open. He frowned when he saw that both my knees and hands were on the floor. "What are you doing?"

"I..." I chuckle awkwardly, "I'm doing some yoga!" I said.

"Please, stop embarrassing yourself, Kocho," he said, which makes me pout and frown.

It was a weird combination and probably I look like a constipated alien by now. But his impudent words are really something that is hitting my nerves. Damn!

"Our breakfast will be cold. Are you going to continue that?" he asked me while raising one eyebrow. I open my mouth to speak but he just continue "We have to talk about your case"

I was about to ask him what he meant but he just turned his back on me and left my room first. I took a deep breath, and forced myself to calm down.

Right, I shouldn't feel this immature feeling! Getting irritated by his guts is immature only. And I'm not immature. I'm a strong -independent and mature woman.

Following him, I set foot in the kitchen. My eyes went immediately to the table, the menu was also very light. Although there were many different kinds, it was made up of light brunch stews, breads, salads and sandwiches.

"I don't know what you want," my eyes went to the guy who speak "I just cook the available ingredients in the fridge"

"No, it's okay" I said softly "I'm not a picky eater"

Giyuu sat down first and I just followed what he did, "Let's eat then."

I looked at the cutlery placed in front of me. It was arranged perfectly as if a woman did it. The guy, who was sipping his coffee, paused and opened his mouth again.

"Why won't you eat?" he ask me frowning

"I'm going to eat now."

At his beck and call, I lifted the spoon with a wry face. I slowly tasted the stew with the spoon I was holding, convincing myself. A quiet meal began, surrounded with the scent of fragrant Wisteria Tree in the garden. After a while, when my stomach was somewhat full, I put down the dishes I was holding right away.

"Are you not eating anymore?" he asked me.

"Yes, I think this is enough"

"Should I get some dessert?" Giyuu asked me. I shook my head. I had no appetite, so I didn't feel like eating more.

"No, thank you" I bit my lower lips "I'm not a heavy eater, either"

"Hmm..." he looked at my face as if he was memorizing each part of my face "not a picky and heavy eater. Maybe that's the reason why you're thin"

I blink my eyes twice as if I couldn't understand what he said. It was the first time someone mentioned that I'm thin. I have fats in the right places too but not much. Also, talking about girls in front of them is rude. I smile sarcastically towards him but still, remain myself mute.

"Rather than that, if I finish my meal now, can I know what you mean about 'my case'?" I said hurriedly.

He studied my face for a few seconds before he opened his mouth heavily "I already got your files in the agency. And we still can't figure out who's the perpetrator."

I'm confused. I frowned, staring at his face – he seemed to notice my reaction, "I'm the one who's handling your case, Kocho. I think you are not aware on that"

"What do you mean? You own this safe house"

He shrugged his shoulder "Didn't it cross your mind that you needed a bodyguard while you were hiding?"

"So you're my bodyguard" it wasn't a question but a fact.

"Yes, but... I'm also the first officer in charge of your case. That is why, we need to find the perpetrator"

"I don't know anything about the case, actually" I murmur, not that I didn't bother knowing it. It was just... I want to forget that day. That day, I lost someone close to me.

"I know you don't want to be involved in the case. But we need your cooperation so we could start tracing the perpetrator"

I want to say I have no idea who wants to kill me. But based on what he said, I know who it was.

I clenched my fist, not knowing where to start. I heard him sigh softly - so I looked up "Let's just talk in the living room, later"

"Later?" I whispered.

He smiled at me which he rarely does. "I know you're not ready. But... we have to start looking for that person before he finds you and kills you, Kocho"

I shiver down my spine. I still can't get over that someone is trying to put a bullet inside my head.

But this is not the first time I have received a death threat. I also received threats when I was doing 'that thing' but now it was different.

This is the first time the person threatening me has appeared in front of me and tried to harm me.

"I think you didn't tell everything to them" I heard him say. I looked at him and he was staring at my face as if he could read my thoughts. I bit my lower lips refusing to speak which made him sigh "I just want to remind you, that the person who wants to kill you is still living his life free unlike you."

I look at my side "I'll wash the dishes and then I'll see you in the living room" I said completely ignoring what he said.

He didn't speak right away, but I could feel the look he was throwing at me, "For once, I hope you live your life without being stocked in the past, Kocho. You can't change what happened in the past."

What do you know about me? I wanted to shout that but I decided to keep my mouth shut.

He left me and I remained seated in the chair. Looking at nothingness. Thinking of things to regret. I hope I can forget it...

I know I shouldn't try to erase my past... but I just couldn't.

I wish I could just forget it but it was never easy. 

If only it's that easy. 

_____________________________ End of Caprice #7