Hitsugaya POV
How had I gotten myself into this again? I'm 28 years old damn it...What idiotic mistake had I blindly made once more to end up in this clusterfuck again? Everything had been planned so thoroughly. It was all executed perfectly. Everything should have been in the palm of my hands damn it…but now I was cowardly running for my life…fucking great…
"You can't do this forever, Toshiro!" A loud and boisterous deep voice roared behind me as I continued to run. Another pair of footsteps joined the fray of bodies that sloshed through the rain slicked alley behind the shabby warehouse district that was my current scenario– just one more person after my head...FUCKING AMAZING!!! It was a maze of old and empty buildings, crumbling at the surface and not much to look at. Garbage littered old paved roads that were cracked and broken in more places than one. What hadn't been layered in graffiti paint had been worn and weathered into shades of grey and rust. This was nothing more than a gang's hideout now and anyone who came here not under the protection of Arrancar, was looking for hell in the real world. Arrancar was the current criminal ring that reigned fear over the night life in Tokyo. The largest mob of lowlifes, punks, traffickers and mafia trash alike, all brought together to form one dysfunctional group under the leadership of a single man named Aizen. It should have been an immediate disaster, yet somehow the motherfucker Aizen managed to bring order to the unlikely rabble and now he was a big shot, force to be reckoned with, and those whom were stupid enough to get into shit were usually found dead, and Aizen was usually found dancing on their grave…which is where I come in. I was beginning to understand through my thick fucking skull that it was fucking too little too late and hauling ass was no way to escape this mob after my ass. I saw a near small corner, and hid in the shadows…man, what was I gonna do if they found me?...shit I had to think of something fast…I couldn't leave, because that just meant walking right into the giddy hands of Aizen and his mob…Well I guess I'm gonna have to fight, and further the injuries to my already fucked up left arm that had a gash the size of the city of Karakura, and I was losing blood fast…I usually lacked commonsense when it came to some decisions in my fucked-up and crappy life, and most probably most of my crappy decisions may not have lead me to this current situation. But I had to think…and fast…but all that came out was 'your fucked bro'…but there had to be a way to somehow still get out of my hiding spot and into a safe haven without further harm…but what? I had to take action and fast, I shifted my weight to the flat of my heels, and pressed my back hard against the wall behind me. My right hand was clenched over the gash along my left shoulder, blood dripping freely between my fingers. The thick red liquid was hot against my hand even as the cold rain pelted down on me from above. It was sickening enough to make me dizzy, I was always squeamish, and the fact that I had lost about a pint of blood wasn't helping my nausea either. The pain wasn't getting better as it turned into a maddening throb and my fingers of my left hand had gone numb…my body was beginning to shut down, and my eyelids were beginning to get heavy…fuck…The urge to take a damn nap was so strong I could collapse right here…and it was starting to be the only thing in my mind…damn it, I'm an idiot….
I had to stay fucking awake…I had to stay alert…My only chance to get the fuck outta here could be a millisecond away…it was either haul ass or die…
The clamor of footsteps was still too close for comfort. Various shouts and hollers broke through the night like the claps of thunder that had come with the rain. They were communicating something between one another, something I couldn't quite hear, something I couldn't fucking understand. My head was spinning now…my ability to think clearly...to identify the noise of rain from my own chain of chaotic thoughts was weakening…the throbbing was spreading from my limp arm, up the back of my neck to stop at the base of my thick skull in the dull ache of an oncoming migraine…fucking great…
Maybe I could rest my eyes. . . Just for a moment…I won't let myself fall asleep…I'll make damn sure of it…
I slowly began to close my eyes. The world around me seemed to take on a darker shade of black as I slumped tiredly to the ground, ready to give in to the exhaustion that was beating at my body. The bliss of nothingness that came with unconsciousness was right around the corner, and I fucking welcomed it…
Only to be dragged back to a brutal and painful reality by the sound of metal scrapping against broken asphalt…shit! My eyes flew open and by reflex only, I pushed myself off the ground, fully ready to run for it. But before I could stand up and run, a harsh strike to the forehead sent me falling to the ground. The crack of my own skull against the brick wall echoed in my ears. As the pain that soon followed, like a thunderclap, made me moan in agony as I rolled of my back and onto my chest as I tried to make a desperate attempt to run for my damn forsaken life.
"I have to cut our ties here, Toshiro. I'm sure you understand." A much too cheerful voice told me, as the said person began to walk towards me, and I tried to miserably flee with the little strength I had before I was kicked in the ribs. I looked up into the blurry faces that surrounded me as I turned from the pain on my back again, in order to further prevent more kicks to the ribs. I couldn't tell one from the other anymore…shit…everything was one big dark blur…but I was damn sure it was Aizen that was speaking…and even though I was in a shitload of pain I felt like kicking his ass right then and there…
"–Money," I groaned, as I turned on my chest once again, and with the only functional arm I had, I began to try and stand up. I was poised to fight until the very fucking end now…my chance at escape was fucking gone…and Aizen knew it...he knew my last resort would be to fight…
"Your money? You mean my money, don't you?" Aizen laughed and it seemed to resonate between the whole group in one big echo... This only made his mob laugh and joining in on the speech. One fucking loud and distorted noise that bounced off the hallow walls of warehouses and assaulted my damn head.
"Don't worry. I'll spend it wisely. It's in good hands now that it's out of yours." Aizen continued, snickering maniacally to himself. And the mob following closely behind him in laughter and footsteps as I heard them near me…along with their weapons that sounded like pipes and chains…all aimed at me…and that was the last sound I heard before my futile attempts to get up was cancelled by the sheer unconsciousness that overtook my brain at that moment…
"Ugh…" I said as I felt a strong light on my eyelids. I was on my back and was laying on something hard, flat and cold…where the hell was I? My mind was completely blank, as custom whenever I woke up from a good night's sleep…except this didn't feel like a good night's sleep. I tried to open one eye, my right eye, but as I did it stung, almost as if ten thousand tacks had been put in my eye…but I had to force myself…I had to find out where the hell I was at the moment…I opened my right eye once again, more forcibly this time, and managed to get it completely open, but once I did I realized that I was staring at an ominous gray sky and not the ceiling of my crappy and small apartment bedroom…what the fuck?...this just didn't make sense…as I turned my head to the side, a sharp pain hit me almost as if someone had hit my head with a cement block, and along with that pain the memories came back just as painfully…shit…I began to groan as my body began to ache, almost as if signaling that I was miraculously still alive…
"Shit…" I said as I realized I had to get upon and get going before Aizen and his mob decided to check up on me to make sure I was dead and finish me off. I laid on my back, and decided that since everything in my body was broken, I had to get on my chest in one swift move.
"FUCK!" I yelled once I managed to get on my chest, but quickly shut up and listened just in case Aizen still had some of his mobsters around. But there was nothing…thank god…I pushed myself up with my right arm, but as I did the simple effort was literally tearing me up as I began to taste metallic liquid in my mouth…great, bring on the blood…I spit it out and continued to push myself up, and once I did I hit myself on my left arm against the brick wall, but controlled myself instead of yelling…tears began to form out of the corner of my eyes as the wind began to pick up in the alley, making me shiver against the wall…great just fucking great…I began to wonder why was I even alive? Why should I even bother in standing up? But I decided that getting out of here was better than facing more of a beating if Aizen decided to come back with his mob to hide my body…not that anyone would bother looking for me in the first place. But this setting should have been comforting terrain for me. I had practically grown up in back allies, illegal street life being a part of my life for as long as I could remember, it was my element, my drug…but like all drugs they got too expensive, and it was either get into more shit or go into rehab…rehab was my definite choice since this life was getting old, and I had lost everything and everyone along the way…and though the street life had good times and bad…I just wanted to get away from both…had things gone the way I planned with Arrancar, I would have bided my past life goodbye…but I was naïve and blind, so blind I hadn't seen it coming. There was no way that amount of cash could have been mine with no strings attached…but there weren't any string that were attached…I had been screwed over entirely…I had been fucking robbed, beat, broken, and thrown on the street without so much as a 'Don't let the doorknob hit your fucking ass on the way out.' And that was where I was…in an alley…humiliated and barely clinging to this clusterfuck I called life. But this whole scenario somehow comes as a half surprise and unsurprised, due to the simple fact that they had left me alive. Arrancar didn't kill unless they absolutely fucking had to. I was only one man, and I was of little harm to them in their eyes. My death would have only attracted unwanted attention from the police towards them…and of course if I was alive I would turn them in because of the fact that I also took part in illegal transactions…fucking bastards…No they wouldn't kill me, they'd only make certain that I never stepped foot on their terrain again…nope, they would only make me WISH I was dead…that was how those mother fuckers works…and they were going to pay…big time…
"Fuck you Aizen." I said in a whisper, since it was starting to hurt to even breathe. As I slowly and carefully pushed myself off the wall as I heard the vague sound of city life drifting towards me, coaxing me from my pain and heinous thoughts. I could hear people talking and laughing…the voice of women and children…of businessmen on their cell phones…street vendors advertising their foods…happiness…sheer bliss of living a normal life…something that I had deprived myself of during my lifetime. I slowly and painfully walked out of the alleyway and into the bustling sidewalk in front of me. As I reached the end of the sidewalk, I looked at the street number on the green sign in white letters '75th'. They had disposed of me in the 75th street alleyway…the fuckers…I was openly aware of all the stares I was receiving from those around me. I was a fucking bloody mess, and if I ever were to see someone whom most probably looked as bad as I did I would have done the same thing. While some people shied away from me, other were kind and pure-hearted enough to offer help. But I turned down each one…because my fucking beat down pride couldn't take another blow from being helped by a worried school girl. I was far from where I had been beaten up, and I knew that I wouldn't even make it close to my apartment in the state that I was in…If I even had an apartment to go back to…considering the fact that I had failed to pay my rent on time, my landlady had most probably evicted me already…I had nothing left to go back to once again…
"Fuck it." I grumbled under my breath as I continued to walk straight into oblivion. I was a man with nothing left to lose now…But why was it so hard to take my defeat and give up? With each step I took and each throb of pain that came along with that step, I asked myself that question. Why couldn't I just give up? Why did the thought of giving up make me want to slam my fist into the wall? I had no answer…I couldn't even make an answer up to appease my anger…But I continued to move on, even if I knew I had nothing to move towards…my mind was already assessing my situation…I needed a place to stay first and foremost…someplace I could rest and heal without constantly worrying if Arrancar was still on my sack. Normally, food would have topped my priority list since I hadn't eaten anything other than my own words in a while, but today I didn't feel the urge to eat. A few too many kicks to the stomach could do that to a guy. My aches were proving to be more than just bruises…but I refused to look into that part of my life, as I made rest and sleep my priority. The desire allowed me to make up my mind and keep me moving. I knew where I was going now and I was determined to get there…and I had my doubts, but I would deal with those later. I had turned right on 67th street and was now a couple of blocks from Tokyo's 'Time Square', and this part of town wasn't my turf…it was definitely the richer side of Tokyo where a higher class of society resided. From the entrepreneurs to the world class designers and businessmen, this was where only the crème of the crop resided…and I had rarely any fucking reason to come this way…and even then it had to be a really good reason…the prices were way too high and I always had the distinct feeling that people were judging me with wary looks behind my back…it always set me on edge when I came here…but this time, this time I did have a good reason to be here. And that was for one specific person…one person who I had cut all ties with…or rather, had cut all ties with Toshiro.
Karin…Karin, was a name that I had not bothered to speak or even think about in the few years we had ended our friendship with one another…but it was my only option now…I had no one else to turn to, and even though I told myself repeatedly that this wasn't going to be worth it, I decided that I wasn't too proud to beg for a woman's forgiveness this one time…maybe I was determined after all…
"Sir, may I ask why you are here?" The attendant said at the front desk once I had managed to barely push the front doors open. I looked at the guy, and continued to walk but was stopped by the said attendant once he ran towards me and grabbed me by my right arm, placing it across his shoulders, letting me momentarily lean on him.
"Sir, may I ask again why you are here?" The attendant said as he looked into me right eye…Shit…
"K-K-Karin…" I said in a whisper, as I winced at the pain speaking gave me.
"?" The attendant asked making sure he had heard me right. "Are you a relative?" He asked, he knew full well that I wasn't but since I was crippled most probably he felt sorry for me.
"Y-Yes." I said before I winced again.
"Alright, would you like to sit down-"
"T-Take me to h-her." I interrupted the attendant as I begged forcibly through the pain.
"Sir, I-"
"P-P-Please…" I begged as I interrupted him once again.
"Alright, I'll take you towards 's penthouse." The attendant said as he guided me towards the luxurious open elevator.
Karin POV
'You got all the right moves and all the-"
I hit the snooze button on the alarm clock hard as I tried to extend my slumber, even though I knew full well that I had work to do today. I had a photo shoot, and a runway show to plan for my next line. I removed the sheets from my body, and sat up stretching lightly before I brought my feet to the edge of the bed and jumped on the floor, I looked at the clock and it read '8:30 a.m." in bright green letters. I fully stretched once I was standing on my white marble tiled floor and walked towards my bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and acknowledged what I had chosen to wear to sleep last night, a blur lace panty and bra set, which matched beautifully with my ivory skin. I walked up to my marble and gold sink, and brushed my mid back length hair picking it up in a high ponytail. I grabbed my black headband on the sink's countertop and placed it on my head in order to pull my bangs back before I washed my face. I turned the faucets of both sides, for lukewarm water, and splashed my face before I reached for the cleanser and began to scrub my face. I washed it off, grabbed my toothbrush and toothpaste and began to brush my teeth, after I spit and washed my mouth I grabbed my white face towel on the towel rack near the sink's mirror and dried my face and hands. I grabbed the black knee-length silk robe behind the door and pulled it on not bothering to close it and letting it drape loosely on my body, as I walked out of the bathroom and my room, towards the hallway and down the stairs towards the kitchen where I grabbed my large can of Folgers coffee and set up the coffee machine. As the coffee was getting made, I made my way towards the refrigerator and pulled out a parfait in a medium sized small bowl that I had made the night before, and grabbed a spoon as I began to eat and savor the flavors of sweet fruit and tangy yogurt. When I was done I placed the bowl in the sink and spoon in the sink and grabbed the full cup of coffee that was now done and drank it straight. I always hated sugar anyways. I made my way towards the living room, and turned on the plasma TV, putting my coffee cup on a coaster on the coffee table in front of the black leather couch and changing the channels, until I stopped on the news and set the remote next to the cup. I walked towards the huge windows behind the TV and opened the dark peach curtains revealing another grey and rainy day.
"Ugh, it's so gloomy." I said as I looked out into the bustling streets filled with cars and people too busy to most probably even notice the weather. I turned around and walked towards my couch sitting to finish my cup of coffee. I was about to pick it up when I heard a knock on the door.
"Coming." I yelled as I stood up and walked down the hall that past the entrance of the kitchen towards the door.
"I'm not expecting anyone today…" I said to myself as I neared the door. "Who is it?" I asked through the door not bothering to look through the peephole.
"It's me Dennis from the front table."
"Dennis…why would he come all the way to my door?" I asked myself quietly making sure he didn't hear me as I opened the door…the door I wished I shouldn't have opened in the first place. I saw Dennis and on his side was the man I didn't expect to see ever in my life again. At first I felt a surge of anger and wanted to slam the door in their faces, even though Dennis had nothing to do with this. But as I looked at Toshiro, I gasped pulling my hands to my face my eyes gawking at Dennis whom only looked at me as if saying 'I'm sorry' with his eyes. Toshiro was bruise and battered beyond belief…he was covered in blood from head to toe to the point of his hair now being completely red.
"K-K-Karin." He said as he looked up, pulled him arm off of Dennis and stood up before falling forward. I caught him in the nick of time, and waved Dennis off whom was speechless beyond belief. Dennis did me the favor of closing my door before he left; leaving me standing in the same spot I was in holding the man I didn't expect to see ever.
"Toshiro, wake up." I said as I placed him on my cold floor and kneeled slapping him lightly on his right cheek. "Jesus, why didn't you go to the hospital?" I asked as I analyzed his body thoroughly.
"No…money." Toshiro muttered as he leaned his injured head into the palm of my hand. All I could do was roll my eyes at his response, figuring that punching him in the gut wasn't an option. Typical Toshiro. I should have expected as much from his visit. With a low growl, I got on my feet, bent down, and hoisted Toshiro up over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"F-F-Fucking p-p-put m-me down.." Toshiro groaned as he complained but I refused to answer, holding him still. Toshiro was in no place at all to voice any displeasure at being manhandled and I sure as hell wasn't going to put up with his childishness. I walked towards the living room, with Toshiro slung over my shoulders, he was so tall that his feet were dragging behind me he was 6'0'' after all and I was only 5'7''. Once I reached the couch I threw him; face first, receiving an incoherent mumble and a middle finger to my face. If I had been another person I would have thrown him out into the street. But I had grown accustomed to Toshiro's ways for far too long. I hadn't even noticed that I could brush off all of Toshiro's insults without so much as a second thought. Even under the circumstances, I was surprised I could still do it even after eight years. But this was Toshiro, after all, take it or leave it. The man was a bastard and a total and complete fucking idiot.
"Well Toshiro I guess that buying me a new couch, lingerie, a black silk robe and paying to clean my bloodstained tiles of my apartment would be easier and cheaper than paying for hospital bills." I said as I turned around and turned off the plasma TV figuring that I wasn't going to be able to watch anything calmly now. I turned around and stared at Toshiro whom was bleeding his life into my fine leather couch. It wasn't the first time I had seen Toshiro licking his wounds, but this was the first time I had ever seen him in such a horrid condition. I could have, and should have, thrown the white haired man back out the door and I could have been done with this mess. After all, Toshiro not a part of my life anymore and I had no obligation whatsoever to nurse my former friend back to health. There was also the option of ditching Toshiro at the hospital and leaving him to deal with all the bills himself. It would have been good punishment for all the shit that Toshiro had done in the past, and considering that he had always been terrible with money, it would be a good lesson learned. But then again if I did do that the paparazzi would spot me and print many scandals about me, and I couldn't afford a scandal…at least not before launching my line of clothing, after all the troubles I had gone through for transitioning from model to designer I wasn't about to let all the doors close because of a bloody mess, literally. I let out an agitated sigh and realized that I had to take care of him. I walked towards the guest bathroom down the hall near the staircase and turned on the shower. Once I had gotten the water temperature to lukewarm, I walked back down the hall towards the couch where Toshiro was laying. Toshiro's eyes opened and closed in slow, unsteady blinks, too stubborn to give into the exhaustion that attacked him. I wasn't even sure if Toshiro even knew where he was anymore. When I grabbed him and hauled him over my shoulder again he hadn't even attempted to complain. I reached the bathroom, slid open the glass sliding doors which were now foggy, and dropped Toshiro into the shower making sure I didn't get myself wet. As I stood up and turned around Toshiro was apparently bolted into awareness again.
"What the fuck, man!" Toshiro howled as he turned me around, and grabbing me by my shoulder sending me flying into the flow of water in the shower before I could even react.
"Toshiro! What the hell is wrong with you!" I screamed as I clutched the hand that held my right shoulder captive, and pried his fingers off, receiving a pained yell from Toshiro whom let go reluctantly. But as I stood up he grabbed the same shoulder again, his grip was iron tight even in his poor condition. "Let go of me!" I said as I slapped him hard across the face, making Toshiro fly back against the shower wall, hitting it hard with an audible crack, as he cried out in pain from his visibly wounded left shoulder. A moment of stillness and glares from his turquoise eyes slowly faded to utter confusion while his limp hand rubbed the left side of his face where I had slapped him. Both of us were soaked now, I stood in front of the stream, as it hit my back and he stared at me from the tiled shower floor.
"You slapped me…" Toshiro muttered incredulously, as if the mere thought of a woman doing such a thing was unbelievable. I, myself, was shocked at the fact that I had actually done it. I wasn't violent by nature, even though I took Krav Maga, but those classes were mostly for self defense. But I had never slapped someone before.
"If you don't like it, you're free to leave." I hissed and matched the death glare that Toshiro was sending in my direction. Agitated beyond my limits, I didn't wait for a response. I grabbed Toshiro by his shirt collar, or what was left of it, and shoved his whole body under the shower stream. I was surprised at the amount of dirt and blood that spilled down the sides of Toshiro's face, revealing the mess of white hair atop his head. It had been blood read, with dingy brown spots. I knew that Toshiro was messed up once he head arrive with the help of Dennis to my front door, but I was now realizing how bad it really was. The left side of his forehead was bruised purple and black, and there was a gash along the back of his skull that looked horrible. It wasn't bad enough to be life threatening, but enough that whatever had hit him undoubtedly had given him a concussion.
"Here, let me help you." I said softly as pulled off his torn shirt that clung to his body in shreds. I was about to make a sarcastic remark about how he had gotten so ripped without having enough money to go to the gym when my words were caught in the base of my throat and nothing but air left my parted lips as I laid my eyes on Toshiro's back. What had once been fine and muscularly toned skin was now covered in a mass of dark purple bruises, bright red cuts and shallow gashes that were starting to bleed once again. The dirt and grime was being washed away to uncover just how beaten Toshiro's body was. I unconsciously stepped forward, and began to touch Toshiro's abraded skin, as my fingertips ghosted down the bruised backbone, feeling him tremble underneath my touch. His skin was still exquisite despite the abrasions, and his back was still toned and muscular underneath all the cuts, but the soft swell of bones beneath my fingers spoke of how thin Toshiro had become. I could feel every indenture of his delicately curved spine arching back into my touch as I brushed across a particularly sensitive spot of skin. Broken out of my regression, I still couldn't pull away. I was transfixed on the cuts and bruises, an unnerving feeling coming to settle in my mind, as my hand reached the small of Toshiro's back and I began to rub it lovingly.
"Is it really worth it?" I asked quietly, my voice barely audible above a whisper. These words came hard for me to ask. Because it was the same exact question I had asked myself eight years ago, and the answer had come with nearly unbearable consequences. Toshiro was silent, his forehead resting against the cold marble slabbed wall in front of him, while the stream from my shower head continued to wash all the dirt and blood away from his body. It was then that I finally understood the life he had been living; the answer I feared for so many years…Toshiro had no choice.
"Toshiro, I-"I was about to finish the sentence until I heard a knock on the door. "I'll be back." I said as I turned around and pulled out a white towel from the drawer underneath the sink. "Dry yourself with this when you get out, ok?" I said looking back, but I felt as if Toshiro hadn't heard me since he was still leaning on the wall. I walked out of the bathroom and into the hall as I reached my front door and opened it.
"My Dearest Karin-WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!" Yumichika said as he came up to me and looked at me. "You look like a wet dog! And we have a show in five hours! What have you been doing?!" He asked loudly, as expected, from him. He was a man who believed that fashion was key, which was why he was the best stylist and make-up artist in the industry.
"I got into a bit of a mess…" I said as I reached up and scratched the back of my soaked head.
"I could see that, well there's no use stalling I have brought clothes and make-up," He said as he signaled towards the two large suitcases by his sides, "so let's get this miracle make-over started!" He said as he started to barge in, but I blocked him immediately.
"Can you wait one second?" I said as I smiled kindly.
"Are you hiding something from me?" He asked as he glared.
"No! No! Of course not, what made you think that?" I asked as I looked straight into his eyes trying to pull out my best honest looking face.
"Well Karin, I have known you for seven years and I know that when you start to shake your left foot that means you're in a lot of shit and that you don't know what to do." He said as he looked down…damn he was good.
"Um, it's just a twitch." I said as I began to walk a step backwards carefully.
"Really?" He said as he let his suitcases down and folding his arms across his chest.
"Really." I said as I smiled and took the second step discreetly as I reached for the door and slammed it quickly in his face.
"KARIN KUROSAKI YOU OPEN THE DOOR THIS INSTANT!" Yumichika yelled as he began to bang on my door, it was a good thing that I lived in a penthouse and was the only door on the floor.
"I'm sorry, but please hold on a sec!" I said loudly as I ran towards the kitchen, grabbed a kitchen towel and a bottle of chlorine disinfectant and sprayed it over the trail of blood that was now dried. I began to dry everything up, and once the floor was spotless I ran back to the kitchen put away the disinfectant, threw the towel in the stainless steel trash can, and washed my hands in record time as I once again walked towards the front door and opened it revealing a very pissed Yumichika with his arms crossed.
"Come on in." I said as I stepped aside and let Yumichika come in with both of his suitcases.
"Hmm, everything looks normal…" He said as he placed the suitcases in front of the staircase and walked back towards the kitchen where I was now situated after I had closed the door. "I guess you weren't hiding something in the first place." He said as his mood began to brighten up. "So! About the outfits, I know how you are about long gowns, so I choose short dresses for you." He said as he jumped into the air and clapped his hands.
"That's great!" I said as I wiped the sweat drops that had formed on my forehead while Yumichika was too busy celebrating his tastes in the fashion department. "Do you want anything to drink?" I asked as I turned towards the refrigerator.
"Yes, some bottle water would do fine." He said as I reached for a bottle of Smart Water and gave it to him, closing the refrigerator door behind me.
"Well I'll go take a shower then" I said as I completely forgot that Toshiro was in the house and that the couch was filled with Toshiro's blood.
"Alright honey, tell me when you're done!" Yumichika said as he walked towards the living room. I climbed up the stairs quickly and ran to my room where I closed the door and began to strip myself of the now cleaned blue lingerie and silk robe, throwing them in my marble sink.
"AAAHHHH!" I heard Yumichika scream from the living room, running to see what was wrong I completely forgot that I was in the nude when I made it to the scene of a half naked Toshiro, and a frightened out of his life Yumichika.
"Yumichika! What's-"
"MY GOD HONEY! COVER UP!" Yumichika yelled as he covered his eyes with his hands, making Toshiro turned his face to me and visibly blushed through the bruises, making his nose bleed, and adding on to the injuries.
"Shit!" I said as I covered myself with my hands, which was of no use since my boobs were D's, and covering them up would be like hiding a yellow cab with a hand towel. "Turn around!" I yelled at Toshiro, as he turned I ran towards the guest bathroom, pulled a towel out of the drawer, and wrapped myself in it, walking out of the bathroom to see a speechless Yumichika and Toshiro.
"You're so gay Yumichika, I swear haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?" I said annoyingly as I joined in on the confrontation.
"When I was straight, which was eons ago, but now naked women disgust me." He said as he removed his hand from his eyes and looked at me again. "Karin, would you mind explaining to me why you have a half naked injured, and may I add sexy, man in your house?" Yumichika asked as he folded his arms.
"Well, this was the mess that I was referring to." I said as I pointed at Toshiro who couldn't look at me in the face. "He's an acquaintance of mine who got injured and came to me for help." I said as I looked at Yumichika.
"An acquaintance. It-" Yumichika started to say as he stared at me seriously.
"Shut it." I commanded, interrupting and shocking Yumichika. "Toshiro, I'm gonna go get something for you to wear, just wait for me on the couch, I'll be quick." I said after I turned to Toshiro and began to run towards the stairs. I came back with over sized black basketball shorts and a white T-shirt that I usually wore to workout in. "Here." I said as I handed them to him.
"Thanks." He said as he took them, turned around and headed towards the guest bathroom closing the door behind him once he was inside.
"How long were you planning on hiding him from me?" Yumichika asked as he pointed towards the guest bathroom with his right index finger.
"Well for as long as I had to in order to keep your big mouth shut." I said as I turned around and headed towards the living room, Yumichika walking close behind me.
"I can't believe you would keep such a rugged and amazingly beat yet sexy secret from me." Yumichika said as he walk in front of me towards the couch, before he screamed in shock at the state of the couch.
"You really like to scream a lot don't you?" I said as I covered his mouth with my right hand.
"Well if you weren't keeping so many secrets from me…I'm even starting to believe that this friendship of ours is a farce." He said as he batted his eyes as if insinuating tears.
"Ugh. Cut the drama will ya?" I said as I rolled my eyes at him. "So are you ready for the show tonight?" I asked as I grabbed the remote and turned on the plasma TV.
"Haven't you noticed?" He said, grabbing my attention, as he pointed at his outfit. He was looking amazing, as always, wearing a black long sleeved button down shirt, black slacks, and black leather shoes, his shoulder length hair was picked up in a low ponytail with a silver band.
"Wow, you clean up good." I said as I looked at him and folded my arms across my chest smiling at him as he turned around and started posing.
"I don't clean up good honey, I clean up great." He said as he posed seductively at me. "And now I need to clean you up." He said as he stopped posing and looked at me with disgust. "You do look horrible."
"Thanks." I said sarcastically as I began to walk out of the living room and towards the stairs in order to take a shower and wash my hair.
"DON'T WORRY HONEY I'LL MAKE YOU LOOK LIKE A MILLION BUCKS GUARANTEED!" Yumichika yelled from the living room as I reached my room, closing the door, unwrapping the towel on me, and walking towards the bathroom.
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