OMG I WROTE THIS FOREVER AGO! Yea, like a year and a half ago, but I wanted to make sure that I at least had a bunch of chapters written before I started posting it, and now I do. So, please excuse the not very good writing, but I promise that later on it goes back to the way that I write now, and not the way that I wrote a year ago. Honestly, there's probably not that much of a difference, I'm just OCD about my writing like that. Oh well, I still hope you guys enjoy.
Also, If you haven't read at least book 8 yet, then I suggest not reading this for the slight spoilers. Just sayin'.
When I picked up my phone that afternoon, the last person I expected to hear from was Kurosaki. He had been on a trip for the past two days after all, quickly leaving after only briefly mentioning it to Riko and me the day before he left. Because of this, I was home when he called me, instead of at school doing work for him in the yard. Though I had taken it upon myself to do some work during my lunch break, I figured that there was no need to make myself stay after school.
"Teru?" I heard Kurosaki ask as soon as the small pink phone reached my ear. It was strange, he sounded worried, and sort of desperate, nothing like the usual cool aura that he normally gave off. I could have sworn that his voice even wavered on that single word.
"Who else could it be?" I joked, randomly picking up a strand of my brown hair and twirling it between my fingers as I began to wander around my small apartment.
He gave a sort of huff, though it sounded like it could have been something along the lines of a short, shakey laugh. I realized then that, with his tendency to think up worst case scenarios, he probably could imagine who else would be picking up my phone.
"Listen, I need you to do something for me. I want you to pack a bag. Just a few changes of clothes and any other necessities you may need. It needs to be small, something that you can carry around with you. Got that?"
I nodded my head, before noticing that Kurosaki wasn't able to see me through the phone. "Kay." I answered instead.
"After that," He continued, "I want you to meet me at the school. I'll be waiting inside the front gates. And Teru?"
"Yea?" I asked, my voice considerably lower than before; the desperation in Kurosaki's voice striking a sort of fear in me.
"Please hurry." The line cut off after that, the only noise still coming from the little machine in my hands being that of the dial tone which still rang in my ear.
I closed my phone, but stood still for a second more. Something was very wrong, and I had no idea what. A second later, I remembered what I had to do, and I hurried to pack my small back pack. I threw in a few pairs of clothes, my toothbrush, and my wallet. Deciding that that was enough, I started for the door, my bag slung over my shoulder, when I heard a faint noise coming from somewhere in the living room.
Tick. Tick. Tick.
As I paused to listen to the strange sound, I noticed that it was steadily growing faster. Making a snap decision to not stick around and find out what would happen once the ticking reached the point where it couldn't go any faster, I rushed out the front door, making a mad dash for the elevator that was located just a few yards away.
It didn't take long for the lift to reach my floor, and it had just begun to move again when a large boom sounded from the floor above. The elevator began to shake on its tight ropes, the rough movement thrusting me backwards, sending my back colliding into the back wall. A loud crack sounded as my skull made contact with the cold metal.
The abrupt movement only delayed the downward descend momentarily, and I was soon placed back on the ground floor once again. With a ding, the automatic doors swung open, and after picking myself up off the floor, I was running out the doors, through the lobby, and into the street.
I wasted no time in hurrying off towards the direction of the school, not caring about the spectacle that I made of myself. After all, someone had just placed a bomb in my apartment, most likely with the intention of killing me. All I could think was to run away as quickly as possible, to run to where Kurosaki was waiting, so that he could protect me like I knew that he would.
Running cut the time it usually takes for me to get to school in half, and though I was out of breath, I knew that as soon as I saw Kurosaki waiting for me inside the wrought iron gates, that I was safe enough to rest for the time being. As soon as he saw me, he held out his arms, offering me the comfort of an embrace. Though I was hot and out of breath, I took him up on his offer, burying my face into his chest as hot tears spilled over, the aftershock of having someone try to kill me. The familiar arms that had wrapped themselves around me were doing their job quite well as I attempted to hold back the sobs that kept escaping my lips.
"Shhh." Kurosaki whispered, his head bent down so that his cheek was pressed against the side of my head. "Tell me what they did."
I wasn't sure who 'they' were, but I assumed that he was referring to the people who had tried to kill me. "A b-bomb. Th-they p-put a bomb in m-my house." I stuttered out.
"Oh Teru. I'm so sorry." He murmured, his voice dripping with sadness. I felt his right hand move from my waist to the back of my head, cradling me against his body. After a few seconds though, his head snapped up abruptly, and his hand was untangled from my brown hair. I looked up at Kurosaki to see horror painted onto his features as he stared at his hand. I moved my own eyes to his hand as well, only to find his palm and the ends of his fingers covered in blood.
Turning my gaze back to Kurosaki, I watched his eyes cloud with a mixture of anger and fear. Soon, anger became the most dominant emotion as he asked in a surprisingly quite voice, "Who did this to you Teru?"
"It-it must have h-happened when I hi-hit my head ag-against the wall after th-the bomb went off." I said, though with much difficulty.
My blond protector then curled his bloodied hand into a fist, anger coming off of him in waves. "Come on." He said, his tone showing that he was struggling to keep his voice gentle for me. "We need to go, it's not safe here." With that he used the arm still around my waist to lead me back out into the parking lot, his black jeep standing there alone in its usual spot.
After making sure that I was secure in my seat, Kurosaki disappeared for a moment. I heard the trunk briefly open and close, then watched as he reappeared on the other side of the car. After climbing in, he tossed me a small towel, something he always kept in his car in case of emergency.
"Press that against the back of your head." He said as he started up the car. "The pressure should help stop the bleeding."
After that we were off, his car speeding down the road to a place I didn't know. Leaving behind our homes, friends, and hopefully, our troubles.
Well, that was short, huh? I kind of just jumped into the action by the 3rd page, so…yea. By the way, Teru and Kurosaki are both older by this, about 2 years older, so their relationship is a lot more developed, and if you don't know what I'm talking about, then you'll find out in the next chapter ;)