Rebel
Chapter Title: Nightmares
Pairings: N/A for now.
Warnings: Violence; mental disorders; minor language
Notes: This is the sequel to Coyote. Don't fret, I'll be writing it as a separate piece, but do let me know if I accidentally leave something unclear.
Gunshots. Loud, thunderous blast from a hand gun. Growling. Screaming. Sirens
Miku jolted upright in bed, gasping for air, eyes wide and wild, tears streaming down her cheeks. Something was screaming. She shut her mouth immediately, unable to stop the choked sobs and tears. She clutched the blankets close, burying her face in them.
Soon, someone knocked on her door. She didn't trust her voice, so she stayed silent. Finally, she stopped sobbing and crying.
Ayame walked in, smiling brightly.
"Of good morning, my sweet sunshine, you are more glorious than even the purest of angels this fine morning!"
Miku gave a small, bit off giggle. It had just a hint of hysteria in it, but she ignored that. Ayame's smiled brightened, his eyes getting into it now. He walked over to her bedside table, setting down a tea tray.
"How is your morning so far, mon chere?"
Miku's smile fell. She pulled her knees to her chest, resting her chin on them, and stared evenly at the door across from her bed.
"I'll be okay."
"Fabulous." Miku giggled at his choice of word, and Ayame grinned at her. He walked over to the curtains, opening them wide and letting sunlight in through the gauzy second layer.
"Your photo shoot is in two hours, Miichan. Would you like any help?"
"Thanks for the offer, but I think I can manage getting dressed Ayame." He smiled, and for a brief second, Miku thought it was sad.
Ayame was hiding something from her. He always had been.
Ayame nodded, and left the room.
Miku got too her feet, pouring herself the tea. Little heart-shaped cookies were on the tray, just like every morning.
"Did you make these, Ayame?" Miku asked, biting down into a heart-shaped snicker doodle.
"No."
"Then who? They're delicious."
"I'll tell her you said so."
"Who, though?"
Ayame turned, no longer smiling. "It's not important right now."
Miku sighed. So many things. So many confusing things.
She took one of the cookies, chowing down on it while she turned on the shower.
She laughed bitterly as the hot water scorched her back. She had thrown up in this shower so many times before.
Six months ago, Miku had been a hopeless drunk. She had done meth for a couple months, and it destroyed her memory. She forgot most of her childhood, and everything that happened those couple of months. It had been terrifying, waking up in a hospital with the last thing she remembered getting ready for her first day of highschool.
Had something happened? Had she been hit by a car? Were her first thoughts. Then she finds out that had been seven months earlier.
So she'd gotten over the addiction by the time her memory started working, because the head of the family Akito Sohma had payed for high-class medical treatments to literally flush her body of it. And she fell into a depression, making up for the drugs with alchohal.
But Ayame had saved her. He'd given her a job, a home, a future, and comfort. He was her friend.
But, no, Ayame wasn't her lover.
She loved the doctor.