Alright. This is the side story to MEMF…this is about Mary's relationship with Kai. I.E- my favorite crack pairing of Kai and Mary. It's going to be a collection of short one shots. I have no idea how many, right now I'm looking at about five. But it's going to be cute fluff for anyone interested in reading.
I don't own HM at all.
It had begun in an unlikely way, our story. Of course, it's not really as much of our story, as it is theirs. But for any of those interested in how it came to be, I the librarian shall share the story of the summer traveler and me.
I had never thought that I was beautiful. Though many people said I was nice to look at. I always looked nice. Pretty. Cute. But never had anyone told me I looked beautiful. I took me a long time to realize that I didn't want to beautiful. I didn't want to be gorgeous. I wanted to be…
The first time I met Claire, I thought she was very nice. Emotionally distant, and in truth, she reminded me somewhat of Gray, my only other close friend in this village. Too bad they despised each other.
The first time he approached me about them, I had been elated to discover someone else held my hypothesis. Claire and Gray were perfect for each other. They only needed to see how much they had in common. Of course, that was where it began.
Kai was the most interesting human being I ever met. I could study him for season after season and never be able to figure him out. His emotions ran deep and extreme, but they changed just as quickly as the wind. One moment he could be on the verge of crocodile tears, and the next be laughing and pulling me into a twirling hug as he praised me for a 'smart idea.'
He complimented me often. I was bright, smart, and clever. All the positive synonyms you could think. He never called me brainy, nerdy, or geeky. He always complimented my intelligence, but never my appearance. Kai always had a kind word for all the women of the village, except me. He never told me I was cute or pretty, and even though I was slightly disappointed, it really didn't matter.
Our relationship, if you could call it that, consisted of Kai coming into the library, notes sloppily written as he told me all of his 'plans' to get Claire and Gray together. My side of the relationship consisted of shooting his plans down for being illogical, not completely thought out, and most of the times simply ridiculous.
I never thought that Kai was intelligent enough to pull the wool over my knowing eyes. So when he came in the library one day I didn't bother to hide my manuscript. He probably could barley read anyway. He didn't need to be smart. He was handsome and charming.
"What are you doing?" I raised an eyebrow up at his question as he peered over my desk.
"Nothing…" I had replied softly, and I watched as he looked at the papers before shrugging.
"Can you help me find a cook book? I want to try something new," he asked with a smile. "I couldn't think of anything to do about Claire and Gray today…so I decided I should maybe try to cook something new to help with my restaurant." He explained quietly without being asked.
I wordlessly moved my manuscript to the drawer and stood, walking upstairs alone and searching for a few book for him. When I returned he had given me that genuine Kai smile. Not the one he flashed at everyone else. The one he rarely used.
"Thanks Mary, you are the best." He had said and I blushed, not really knowing why. I took my glasses off and cleaned them out of nervous habit. I then felt a warm hand on my face and I was guided to see the slightly blurry form of Kai.
"You're eyes are…truly amazing Mary," he had said softly before mussing my bangs and chuckling.
"A-amazing?" I repeated softly, the blush on my face deepening.
"Yes. Everything about you is amazing," he answered before turning quickly when I put my glasses back on. I wish I had gotten to see his face. But still, my heart fluttered at his words and I smiled softly.
"Thank you, Kai" I said after his retreating form and he waved over his shoulder.
"I'll see you tomorrow, Mary!" he called and left me alone in my library.
But then I questioned it. What was so amazing about me? Of course every time I'd ask Kai would go about the answer, never giving me a straight one. So I just took it as one of his many warm and pretty lies.
Warm- characterized by or showing lively feelings, passions, emotions, sympathies, etc.: a warm heart; warm interest.
I had come to the conclusion that Kai found me interesting, similar to how I found him. It made sense to me, that he would be interested in how someone like me functioned. So his telling me that I was amazing was a pretty thing to hear, be it a lie or not.
Kai had told me that it was the pure and simple truth. I was amazing. I had smiled softly at him, and even as my heart fluttered I replied to him with a quote:
The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple- Oscar Wilde
He had taken those words with a grain of salt before smirking at me, rebutting with a quote of his own:
All truth passes through three stages. First, it is ridiculed. Second, it is violently opposed. Third, it is accepted as being self-evident.- Arthur Schopenhauer
To say the least, his show of intelligence and the meaning of his words, rendered me entirely speechless.