Ch. 4: Impossible
Cohen: “A friend…a friendship cannot consist of a man and a woman, though that’s just my opinion. However if that is how you’d like to handle this, let’s give it a try.”
Saying so, he took in a big breath.
Cohen: “Then shall we start with a handshake?”
He said it with a chuckle and held his hand out to me.
OO: “…sure.”
I took his hand and…
Cohen: “…”
After Cohen stood there for a moment in silence, he gently embraced me.
OO: “Eh…”
Cohen: “… … I can’t do it.”
Ch. 5: Land of Passion
Cohen: “I can’t do it after all.”
As he held me, my heart started to pound…-
Cohen: “There, can you hear it? The sound of my heart.”
I started to realize that his heart was beating almost as fast as mine.
Cohen: “I can’t agree to conceal the pounding of my own heart.”
He looked straight into my eyes with that passionate gaze.
Cohen: “Love what you love, hate what you hate. And beautiful things…they are beautiful. Is it wrong to think like that?”
OO: “…”
I couldn’t find an answer to such a straight-forward sentiment.
Cohen: “I can’t help wanting to touch beautiful things…I want to touch you.”
Saying as much, he gently placed his hand near my ear.
(My heart…)
Cohen: “I want to hold you.”
He sighed into my ear.
Cohen: “I want to kiss you…”
He drew nearer to my lips…
OO: “…I-“
It was already too late to say anything, but I hit his hand that was on my face and refused the kiss.
Cohen: “…I see. Well, there’s nothing to be done then.”
He smiled sadly, and released me from his arms.
(Th-thank goodness.)
However…-
Cohen: “…what, that’s what you thought I’d say?”
OO: “Eh!?”
In an instant, Cohen, who had moved away from me, suddenly drew nearer.
(…he’s so close!)
Cohen: “This is Randalusia, the Land of Passion. I will try countless times, so as not to bring shame to my title as prince of this country. Best prepare yourself…amore.”
His eyes flashed.
I couldn’t look away from his gaze that seemed to burn.
END