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She heard a quiet click followed by a low creak come from outside her room and raised an eyebrow. Was he home so soon? She glanced at the doorway suspiciously and contemplated whether or not she should check to see who it was. Mamoru taught her how to fend for herself when she was younger, almost as if he knew her visions would come less frequently as time progressed. "During situations like these…" she murmured as she slowly slid off the bed and onto the thin carpet. "…It comes in handy." She tiptoed across the room and reached for her metal bat by the closet. She grasped the bat tightly with both hands, proceeding to enter the hallway/exit her room, just as the noise stopped. She held her breath instantaneously and froze. Slow, steady footsteps could be heard approaching her room. She clenched her jaw and prepared herself as the footsteps grew closer. Her bat was poised in an offensive position as the footsteps paused by her door. After several tense moments of absolute silence, a feeling of terror and dread overcame her. In one quick, unexpected stride, the figure appeared in front of her doorway and she swung without a second thought. The bat cut through the air silently for a split second before averting sharply/swerving to the side. A hand shot out to grab her wrist and wrenched her roughly into the wall. She gasped involuntarily at the shock of the impact and struggled to get free/free herself from his grip. As she opened her mouth to seize the opportune moment to scream, a hand clamped down on her mouth. She bit it harshly, enraged, and it twitched, but wouldn't budge. "Haruka!" A familiar voice growled in her ear warningly and she stopped her violent efforts at/of resisting/ at/ of resistance. 'What?' She looked up, bewildered.
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"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Mamoru snapped as she looked up at him in confusion. She opened her mouth at an attempt to say something, but closed it after she realized she was speechless. "I..."He scowled at her late response and loosened his grip on her suddenly. She exhaled quietly and rubbed at her sore wrists. He swore and led her to her bed petulantly, much to her surprise. "What's gotten into you, Haruka?" He ran his hands through his hair as he spoke and scowled. She fell back against her pillow and covered her face with her hands. "I didn't know it was you," She mumbled, exasperated. "I can't concentrate on anything when I'm this stressed out!" She groaned and flapped the pillow onto her face. After a slight pause, she peeked out from under the thin cloth and stared at the bite marks on his hand. Two beads of blood trailed down his hand and onto the carpet. "Shit." She mumbled. "Sorry…" He glanced downwards and stared at his hand, and shrugged. With a light sigh, she swung her legs onto the floor and headed towards the doorway. "Where are you going?" He asked immediately. "Downstairs—to get a first-aid kit." She answered matter-of-factly, letting out a half-sigh, half-groan. She could almost hear him narrow his eyes at her. "Mamoru, I'm not leaving, all right?" She turned and paused, her gaze lingering on him for a few moments, before exiting the room. "Since when have you become my babysitter?" She muttered on her/the way out and he clenched his jaw to keep himself calm. He wasn't necessarily angry at her. He pressed his hand to his forehead and sighed deeply. She was right; that was the worst part.