| Kamiyama Mitsuko ( @ 2008-09-21 15:45:00 |
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| Entry tags: | james ross, mitsuko kamiyama |
Monday: October 1, 2007
Who: Mitsuko and James
When: Afternoon
Where: The front of Mitsuko's house
What: Mitsuko is learning to be domestic
When people thought of Mitsuko Kamiyama, they usually thought of an attention-seeking wild vixen. Her activities were usually thought to be always crazy and sometimes even dangerous.
Yet this current day, while the wind was blowing hard, Mitsuko was curled just outside the door of her cottage reading. It was slightly cool for reading outside and the wind certainly made things interesting, but Mitsuko didn't like to be cooped up.
Being idle wasn't something Mitsuko was usually good at, but it seemed like she had been running around for so long with all of the troubles that had been going on, it was nice to take a break. Besides, she had something she had to do. She needed to take care of her little brother. She had decided that learning how to cook was a good start to being a better caretaker. Yes, there were a lot of things she could do. Such as trying to talk to him. But Logan had been resistant to that. In Mitsuko's estimation, his current non-verbalization was less muteness and more normal teenager not wanting to talk to his guardian. He had gone out for the afternoon. She'd seen him heading in the direction of Zach's place. Maybe he would have more luck talking to him. So Mitsuko would stick with learning how to make better food for him.
Learning how to cook had never been at the top of Mitsuko's list of things to do. When she had been conning and thieving for a living, it had been very easy to get her dates to buy her meals. Very extravagant things. She also ate a lot of her kills. She did enjoy hunting so. But neither of those things helped her make a good home.
As she begun to read about cooking temperatures, Mitsuko frowned deeply in confusion. It was all new to her. She didn't really understand the concept of making a full dinner very well. But she would press on. She had to. In her head, she could almost hear Shigeru teasing her about 'wife-training' or something ridiculous like that. Certainly, this was a very domestic approach to caring for a moody teenager.
A gust of wind came up and pushed Mitsuko's long, dark locks into her face. As she brought a hand up to brush them back, she lost hold of the book. It caught up in the strong wind and blew down the the path. "Dammit!" Mitsuko scrambled to her feet to run after it.