Cry
Anime: Higurashi no naku koro ni
Pairing: ShionxSatoshi
POV: Shion (from Meakashi/Watanagashi hen)
Summary: Satoshi is very good at hiding his bruises.
My hatred for Satoko slowly increased, until the day that it reached full scale... Satoko and Satoshi had came to school as usual. Satoko was happy. Smiling. She showed no new bruises or wounds, which made everyone act lighthearted around her.
No one noticed Satoshi.
No one noticed how he favored one side of his body, how he would wince upon making simple movements, and how he seemed to be gritting his teeth the entire time. No one noticed, because Satoko was happy.
That day, after baseball practise, I found him alone, rubbing his shoulder.
"Hey, Satoshi-kun!" I said, smiling. He sat bolt upright, startled, but obvious pain flashed across his face, and he leaned over again. My eyes narrowed.
"What's wrong with your shoulder?" I asked, and he put on a false smile.
"Nothing. I must have strained it a little during practise." He said quietly. Maybe, if I didn't know him so well, and love him so much, I would have believed him...
"Okay then, let me massage that for you." I said, and I sat down beside him, my skirt sliding up showing even more of my legs. I turned Satoshi around a little, so that I could reach his shoulder better. However, the second my hand touched his shoulder, he gave a cry of pain.
An actual cry of pain.
Without asking for his consent, I gently began to pull down his right sleeve, which revealed....
"Satoshi-kun.. your.... your shoulder..." It was covered in a dark bruise, and wasn't proportioned with the rest of him. And the amount of swelling that was currently was never good.
He saw my gaze of horror, and puled his sleeve up.
"I-It's nothing, really..."
"What happened? And don't say that it's nothing." I clenched my fist. He looked at the ground.
"My aunt and uncle... they.. they were hurting Satoko...and... I begged them to stop... I told them to hurt me instead... and they agreed... I know it won't last, but Satoko needs the break, and-"
"Satoshi... you are doing school work.. playing sports... with a broken shoulder."
Satoshi bowed his head.
"I've done it before."
"You'll have to get the bones re-broken if anyone finds out-"
"Well no one will find out because you're going to keep this between you and me."
"For goodness sake, Satoshi-kun!! If Satoko can whine about her injuries, then the least you can do is see a doctor, or at least cry! So.. go see Coach... I'm begging you..." I suddenly realised that I was crying.
"Please!" I whispered, before wrapping my arms around his waist.
"If you ever get injured again... then... even if it's just in front of me... cry...." And I felt something warm on my hair. Warm liquid. A shaking arm wrapped itself around my shoulders, and I buried myself in Satoshi's chest.
"Alright......"
It was a few weeks before Satoko began to whine again. Her shrill voice was like nails on a chalkboard. However... Satoshi didn't get any better.... in fact, he got worse. His face became pale, and his clothes clung to his slimming form. His hair had an odd... straw like look to it... as if it was dead...
Satoshi was not invincible. He was in pain. And Satoko continued to whine about her injuries, while Satoshi became weak and ill...
Satoko would continuously whine, and Satoshi wouldn't even cry.
Wow... my first higurashi fanfic. Please tell me how I went, okay?