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"Tsukiyomi"
I'm sobbing nonstop in a corner behind the sofa. I hear heavy footsteps coming towards me and at some point, they stop. I look up and see a person standing still beside me. I can't see his face, it's blurred. He crouches down and pats my head. I try to stop the tears so that I can have a good look at his face, but the tears don't stop. I see a kind smile and then his lips move as if he was saying something, but there is no sound. I can't hear what he is saying. I know it is important but, what is it? I try to tell him I don't understand, that I can't hear his voice, but he doesn't seem to hear my pleading.
That person suddenly disappears and I start to feel suffocated by a strong scent. It's the smell of milk, and I hate it.
I am standing in front of a closed door and a white substance leaks out from under it. My heart starts racing and I desperately try to open the door, but my hand slips on the door knob. I look at it and it's red. It smells of iron. I hold my breath. It's blood. I stumble one step back and a splashing sound makes its way to my ears from under my feet. I slowly look down and see that the white substance was coming together with the red blood. No, not coming together, it was more violent, the red was consuming the white.
The splashing sound continues even though my body is frozen, and that is when I notice, the blood is coming from me. My vision gets blurry and I fall into darkness.
I open my eyes and there is light again. I blink a few times, adjusting to the bright light and try to get my breath under control. I close my eyes again waiting for my madly beating heart to calm. I move my left arm to cover my eyes and feel a sharp hit. I moaned in pain. I swallow hard and try to look at my shoulder. It is enveloped in gauze. I frown my eyebrows together trying to get my memories back to place. I remember the park, and the two guys following me and …
"Aruto… it can't be…" I mumble to myself.
My vision is still slightly blurred so I blink a few times more while sitting up. I sigh dropping my head down and notice the floor is different from what I was expecting. I'm not at home. I look up and glance around looking for my gun. It's on the top of a table to my right. I reach for it, ignoring the pain in my arm, and hold it tight with my two hands. I hear a loud sound coming from my left. There is an open door and I can see a fridge. It's a kitchen. I start to walk towards it.
"What the hell are you doing with that arm?"
I hear a deep male's voice from behind me and quickly turn. I manage to swallow a moan of pain in but my breathing accelerates. I set my site to the guy's forehead. I notice he doesn't move an inch despite the gun being centimetres away from him. My eyes widen when I take a good look at him. I gasp.
The person staring at me had midnight blue eyes and hair, and looked just like the person who saved me when I was little. But it wasn't him. My eyes quickly glanced down and up again. Seeing his laid back posture with his hands inside is jeans pockets, I muffled a chuckle of indignity. The guy had a gun pointed to his head but didn't seem to care. When I got to his face again I frowned.
"Who the hell are you?" I glare at him.
He sighs and scratches the back of his hair.
"First of, can't you lower the gun? It's a bit rude considering I saved your live just a few hours ago." I prepare to pull the trigger and see him half drop his eye lids. "Seriously woman?"
"Amu-chan!" I hear from my left and quickly turn. This time I am not able to muffle the moan and close my eyes as a reaction to the pain. "Amu-chan!" the person repeats.
I notice it is a familiar voice. I open my eyes and face Tsukasa. I can see despair in his eyes.
"Tsukasa?" I lower my tired arms.
My vision starts to get blurry so I force my eyes to focus on the person in front of me. I wobble back and feel a pair of hands holding me from behind. I shiver to his touch and feel my body rushing in energy like an electric shock. I quickly shove him away somehow managing the pain. He looks at me with his eyes wide open and his eyebrows frowned. Did he feel it too?
"Amu-chan!" Tsukasa squeals. "You have to lay down again. Your body is not in condition for you to be acting like this."
"I'm fin—"I wobble back again and that person prepared to hold me again. I manage to get myself back together. "Do not" I pause and look at his eyes "touch me." I see his lips draw a teasing smirk and I feel an urge to punch him.
Tsukasa places his hands on my shoulders and I twitch in pain. His face turns white. I sigh.
"I can get back to the couch by myself." I say defensively and Tsukasa nods and goes back to the kitchen.
I wobble to the couch, I sit and lay back closing my eyes, never letting go of the gun on my right hand. I hear light footsteps coming towards my direction and then they stop. I open my eyes and see a pair of blue eyes staring amusingly at me. I throw a glare. The guy was sitting on a chair, in front of me, leaning forward, with his arms crossed on his legs.
I clench my teeth and without ever looking away from those blue eyes I ask:
"Tsukasa…"
"Hn?" he answers from the kitchen.
"Who's the guy? And you better give me a good reason to not shoot him now."
The person in front of me muffles a chuckle and I pop up one eyebrow.
"Didn't I tell you? I saved your life." He says with a grin on his lips.
"I didn't question you." I toss.
"Hum…" Tsukasa finally answers from the kitchen. "He is …family…and he did save you, so you can't knock him out."
I gasp at his answer and the blue eyed guy widens his grin, I roll my eyes.
For the first time I actually look at the room I'm at, and pay attention to it. It's a modern styled living room. Toned with greys and black, very … clean. There are no pictures, or other decorative items. There is just the needed. A table, the sofa I'm sitting on, and not much else.
I raise one eyebrow.
"Hey Tsukasa, what is this place?"
"It's a hideout." I look at the direction from where his voice is sounding. "It was the closest place we could find to treat you."
"Hm…" I simply answer. I feel a sharp, quick, pain on my hurt shoulder and frown my eyebrows. I release my handgun and place my right hand over my left shoulder, and noticing I was wearing a different shirt then the one I had before, I feel a lung on my throat. I look up and check that the pair of blue eyes are still on me. I glare at the guy. "Were you the one who treated the wound?" I ask, worried.
I see him pout and if he is wondering how to answer. I feel my stomach twitch and silently hope for a negative reply.
"Nop. Tsukasa did it." I sigh in relief and he smirks at my reaction. "What? Worried about something?"
His question has obviously with a perverted intention. I clench my teeth and glare at him. He chuckles as reply, which makes me even more furious. I really want to punch him.
We stare at each other again. He doesn't say a word, he just looks at me. I remember the person with whom he looks like and look away with a frustrated sigh, then another though strikes me and my eyes move at his direction again.
"How exactly did you manage to save me? I'm sure there was no one around at that time." I ask. He leans back on the chair and crosses his arms over his chest.
"I happened to be there. You just didn't see me." He says.
"And that is what bothers me the most." I reply with a sarcastic smile.
He slowly shakes his head and sighs.
"Not even a thank you." He sounds disappointed. I muffle a chuckle and roll my eyes, because he is obviously pulling an act. "Anyways, I managed to save your life, but barely… you still got shot after all." And he slightly moves his head up and looks at my wounded shoulder. "Right after you lost consciousness, Tsukasa happened to give me a phone call and I explained the situation to him. When I told him your looks he recognized it was you right away. I was about to take you to the hospital" My body stiffens, he notices but ignores it. "but he warned me not to. You were very, very lucky that I too happened to know Tsukasa. I could be a molester for all you know." He smirks.
"You can still be one for all I know." I rephrase. I think it is too much a coincidence but decide to ignore it for the moment. I look up and sigh. "Even though I still don't trust you," I start and clean my throat. "Thanks." I mumble.
"Ah, so you do know the word." He teases. I throw him a deadly glare and see him smirk. "You're welcome." He says, and then finally he stands up and wanders lazily inside a room, closing the door behind him.
"What's up with him?" I mumble.
I breathe in a sweet smell of food and my tummy growls. I stand up and walk to the kitchen. Tsukasa looks over his shoulder, hearing me walking to him.
"I'm hungry." I pout.
"It's almost done." He smiles. "Sit."
I do as he says. I rest my right elbow on the table top and lean my head on my hand. I feel pain, but it is bearable.
"Hey… Do you have something on the guys who tailed me?" I ask.
"Apparently they were just criminals." He replies. I feel slightly relieved.
"They were trained... Otherwise I wouldn't have had to be saved." I mumble felling upset, and Tsukasa chuckles. He turns and places a plate with an already sliced omurice in front of me and a glass of juice. I lick my lips and dig in.
"You were very, very lucky" I shiver at the déjà vu "that Ikuto was nearby."
"Ikuto?... that's the guy's name?" I look up at Tsukasa. He takes on a serious look.
"Amu-chan… even though you probably are already guessing…" My body stiffens and I stare at the table top. "He is Aruto's son... Tsukiyomi Ikuto."
I feel a lump stuck in my throat and sigh.
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