We were Blind

Prologue

Careful hands caressed her skin.

Her back was steeled into a straight line as she felt the light wraps of fabric fall from her face. Antagonizingly slow. Her fingers shook. Terrified.

She hid her sweating palms into tight fists in her lap.

As soon as her face was free, The doctor's voice appeared somewhere behind her. She could hear the smile on his lips as he spoke, dripping of sugary, practiced hopefulness. Her fingers moved, clutching the sides of her chair.

"There, see? Not one scar. And you were worried."

She was worried. So worried she refused take off the bandages after surgery, until she was sure that the bruising was completely healed. It wasn't because a scar would bother her, but her father would be horrified. She didn't want to listen to him fuss.

The doctor laughed, as her eyes were squeezed shut.

"You can open your eyes now, Fujioka.

She felt more lost then when her eyes were shut, stuck in the middle of nowhere, trying to blink away the dark. She felt confined. She lifted her hand in front of her face, as if trying to grab a hold of it and pull it away, to free herself as the jaws of thick air around her swallowed her whole.

"Fujioka?"

She bravely raised herself from the chair, trembling as her foot reached for something to step on, but her footing was lost in darkness and she fell to the floor in a dislocated heap, holding back a scream as the fall seemed endless fall to her death.

"Haruhi!"

What's happening?

A hand gripped her shoulder, fingers sinking into her like teeth. She gasped, desperately trying to push them away. Frightened, as the world completely left her behind.

Her heart was pounding, as her mind, having nowhere else to go, looped around the sound shattering glass, and crunching metal, forever imprisoning her inside those last, fateful seconds before her sight was taken away. The sound of wheels sliding across pavement like nails to a chalkboard.

"Fujioka, look at me."

I... I can't.

Forever in that bus, as it spun out of control.

Arms hooked around her arm, and she was pulled limply to her feet. Now suddenly floating in the middle of nowhere.

She hadn't cried in so long.

Now she couldn't help it. Tears pooling under her eyes, as she clung to steady hands around her, afraid they'll disappear and leave her stranded again in this new bleak and lifeless wasteland.

A hand was placed over her eyes. In a somewhat effective attempt to calm her down.

"Tell me what you see."

"What?"

"Nothing." Her chest purred, her body cupping around the curve of his body and he struggled to stay in his seat, and his hands gripped her escaped thigh, to keep her from falling away from him. "I didn't say anything.

He swore he heard something, but lips flew to his mouth, swallowing and he forgot all about it. Her hands tugged through his hair, nails leaving bright red marks against his skin.

They were tucked away in a corner of the large, dark, crowded bar, as the DJ slapped in another loud playlist of music that hammered through the speakers, then, yelled that the next round of drinks were on the house.

But Hikaru was already too drunk to remember the name of the girl straddled in his lap. He couldn't even remember where she came from.

She parted their lips with a groan, kissing down his neck, thinking she was being sneaky as she slipped her hands into the loose buttons of his shirt.

He was the heir to the most famous fashion designer in Japan, and she wasn't his betrothed. If someone were to see them together, it'd be quiet the scandal. And that somehow gave him a wicked kind of thrill to keep going. He was the eldest son, always trying to please Mother. Always having to be on his "best behavior", and doing something she would have a heart attack over was wildly exciting.

The girl pulled back, tugging playful at his collar as if she thought that turned him on. "We should go somewhere more private, don't you think?" she said.

"What for?" He muttered. "Are you embarrassed?"

She stared at him thoughtfully, fluttering her long dark lashes. "I just thought you might want to get a little more comfortable."

Her hands grazed boldly around the rim of his belt, making her true intentions known. Though the whole situation made him want to laugh in her face.

He pushed a piece of hair behind her ear and cupped his finger under her chin, tilting her face until her eyes were leveled with his. "Is that what you thought you were for?"

"Huh?"

She didn't have time to react before he pushed her off his lap. He stood up, and completely discarded her, as if she were nothing more than a piece of garbage.

"Wait a minute," She glared, clutching her dress together. "Where are you going?"

"You've lost my interest." He said simply.

"Excuse me?"

He turned in her direction, but looked passed her, to watch the glint of the red and blue lights dance in the windows.

"You're boring me."

Such was expected. They all bored him eventually. Like a child getting fed up of old toys. And it wasn't even fun anymore.

He was in the middle of fixing the buttons of his shirt when the doors suddenly burst open. The music was still blaring loudly, but people around him started to scramble. Through the noise and the dark he couldn't hear what was happening around him, until the lights were switched on, and there was a loud scream.

Hikaru turned, and a large hand reached for his hand, twisting his wrist behind his back, and shoved him against the wall so hard he choked on his breath. The girl beside him watched, un-bothered, as a voice growled in his ear, and for the first time in a long time, he started to panic.

"You're under arrest."

Wait.

What?