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There was too much blood. He didn't think the fight would go this far. There was more blood he could see from his previous fights with the cat. Never in his years had he beaten the cat so much that there would be a puddle of red liquid surrounding the still body. A gasp from behind him indicated that someone had caught him in the act. It wasn't his fault. If only he had seen it coming. If only he had faster reflexes, he would've dodged his attack.
"Yuki..."
It wasn't my fault! It was the cat! He tempted me. He wanted this fight in the first place! All I wanted was to show him who had the upper hand, that was all. I didn't want our fist fighting to come to this. There was just too much blood this time. There was so much of it that I didn't think one paper towel would be enough to clean the blood that was soon staining the hard wood floor.
"Yuki!"
No, it's not my fault! It's not my fault!
"Yuki! What did you do?!"
"It's not my fault! It's not my fault!"
"Hurry, Tohru! Call Hatori right now! If we don't get him here in time, I don't think Kyou will make it!"
It was Shigure. He had a panicked voice that shook my bones. Was the cat's injury something more life-threatening than a mere trickle of blood down one's cheek and a chuckle of pain?
"H-Hai!!" That was Tohru Honda, I could tell by her voice that she was shaking inside, unsure of what to do.
"It's not my fault! It's not my fault!" I heard myself mumbling the phrase over and over again. It was as if I repeated it many times that I would soon believe it to be so. But the reality was, that if the cat didn't make it out alive, then it would really be my fault.
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I must've been in my own world when I realized that Hatori came rushing out onto the veranda to look over the cat's still form. His eyes narrowed as he quickly brought things out of his bag that even I have never seen him used around the Sohma family before. It must've been terrible.
"It's too much, there's just too much blood. I need to take him to a hospital, I don't think I could do this by myself. He needs a transfusion or he'll die like this."
It was Hatori's voice, commanding and a hint of worry?
I looked up to the tragic scene before me, Hatori with his front white coat stained with blood and in his arms lay the cat. His limbs seemed to be hanging limply as if he was a mere rag doll. Had I done that much damage? All I did was...kicking and punching and more kicking as his body flew through trees and other objects before landing on the porch. That was it. Then, how did he not manage to survive this time after all the kicking and flying through doors he's came in contact with? Why was this time any different?!
Everyone was leaving, looking at me with hurt and sadness in their eyes. I looked up at Shigure, hanging tightly to the sleeves of his robe,
"What can I do?"
"Nothing. You've done enough."
That was it. I couldn't do anything for the cat that was slowly disappearing before me. There was nothing more I could do other than just hurt him even more. Even when he came home from the hospital a month later, I couldn't even be in the same room with him, afraid that his memories of me would come back. Yes, my fight with him that day caused a contusion in his brain, erasing every memory he had from that fight and everything before it.
You've done enough.
Just hearing that replaying in my mind, made me realize that my duty as the cat's enemy was over and that my new role was to play invisible and steer clear of the cat until one day he would be emotionally ready. Until then, I've done enough trouble to this family and being invisible would help atone for my sins.
OWARI