Climbing the rope to the second story of the branch house where Kay was currently housed, was a little bit of a pain for Niijima but when he heard the crashing of something heavy hitting one of the rooms three doors down where he knew Kay was waiting, he tended not to bitch overly much to himself or anyone else. Choosing instead to pulling himself up and head to the room as quickly as possible to make sure that she hadn't done anything stupid like hurt herself by putting her fist through a wall or something, he reached out and unceremoniously pulled the door to her room open and peered inside and saw her standing in the middle of what could only be described as a disaster zone.
The normally neat and tidy room of the petite teenage juggernaut was a mess. Her books, her TV that she got from her parents last month, several of the shelves and the desk in her room were all either ripped apart or smashed to pieces. Quickly stepping inside, he slammed her bedroom door shut and not for the first time ever, cursed the fact that there was no lock on the door.
If any of the masters saw this they might think Kay was losing her mind. Which on a different day might have been funny to joke about if not for the almost dead look in her eyes when she finally turned to look at him and he noted that she had a large jagged piece of glass (probably from her broken television screen) tightly held in her hand. "Kay." He said very softly, noting the way that she twitched slightly and took a small step back away from him as he held out his hand.
This was bad. She was having an attack of some kind, which under normal circumstances he could deal with. But if her attack was so bad that she didn't recognize him then he may need to call someone for help before she wound up slitting his throat for invading her space. "Kay, do you wanna give me the piece of glass?" He asked in his softest most non threatening tone, hoping to god that he wasn't about to relive one of the second worst days of his life.
The one where she had grabbed hold of a knife and tried to cut out her own lungs before he could take the knife from her, suffering some slash wounds and several stab wounds. All of which had been considerably less threatening than her own. After all, she'd nearly died that day and had scared him more than any one person should be scared. And on top of that she had spent months in a coma and once she had awoken she had then been placed under suicide watch for a year before finally being released from the hospital.
But she still went to therapy even today. And hid that fact from her masters under the illusion of going home every other weekend to visit her parents and little sister when the sad reality was that...her parents didn't want her. After the incident that had left her broken, they had all but abandoned her. Oh sure she was called home from time to time by one of her parents, but she wasn't allowed to stay. They merely told her how worthless or what a shame she was to the family name and then threw her out.
They even refused to let her see her little sister because they feared she might hurt her. Niijima had always thought that fact was a pity since the child might have been able to stabilize Kay's condition a little bit more since the one thing he knew she would never do was attack someone so much younger and more defenseless than herself.
Which was why she was doing martial arts. It wasn't so much to learn how to fight- she had never liked violence in the first place and being a victim of a traumatizing event as a child wouldn't have changed that- as it was to learn how to control herself.
Her anger, her hatred, and most of all her rage...
Everyone who had seen how she behaved after the incident had known automatically that if she didn't learn to control those things and find a small sembalance of inner peace- she would self destruct.
He set the bag of sake and beer down on the floor next to his left foot and then straightened to his full height, a whopping five foot eight. Which was a convenient illusion to create when he didn't want trouble, but right now he could see it in her eyes. She wanted blood and wouldn't back down from him just because he tried to intimidate her. Besides, intimidation tactics wouldn't work on her at this point- no, he needed to get in close and take the piece of glass from her before she did anything she might regret later.
Shifting so that he was in a defensive stance, he waited to see what she would do and nearly shouted an oath when she straight out charged at him. However thanks to the fact that she wasn't thinking clearly, he was able to dodge the glass aimed at his neck and quickly stepped into her personal space and grasped her wrist in one hand while bending down slightly and slipping his arm between her legs, earning a furious scream from her as he picked her up over his head and then slammed her down on the floor. And then non too gently wrenched the glass from her grasp- slicing open her palm almost all the way to the bone and tossing the damndable make shift weapon across the room where it thudded into the wall as he then pinned her down and spoke to her as calmly as he could in an effort to bring her mind back from the edge.
It took longer than he would have liked, and for Niijima it felt like a fucking lifetime, but eventually after almost twenty minutes the glazed dead look in her eyes faded and she blinked up at him. "W-Wha? Niijima?"
Forcing himself to smile for her, he leaned back until he was sitting on his heels and carefully pulled her upright into a sitting position. "Hey. Forget that I was coming?" He asked since she seemed to be a mite confused at the moment. She looked around her bedroom then back at him and replied,
"No," Then asked with a small frown. "Did I do this?"
"As far as I know, but it's nothing that can't be fixed."
"Ah. I see." She said as she started to lift a shaky hand to rub her forehead when she noticed how badly her hands were trembling and got a sick look on her face for a moment as he dug out some plum sake for her and opened one of the bottles and then held it out to her.
"Here. Drink this then later we'll clean this mess up." He said as he shook the open bottle slightly, causing the sake to slosh around in the glass as he waited for her to take it from his hand.
