Howdy everyone! Welcome to a new chapter. I apologize for the delay, karate training has been a bitch, but it was all worth it cause I finally got my black belt! Sorry if this chapter is a bit short. Small note: Ruisu means 'Lewis' in japanese. The song in the story is Addicted to Pain by Alter Bridge. Thanks for the reviews and such. Now onto the story!


Ibuki never realized how long hours could be. There was nothing to do in the nearly empty room, which didn't provide any distractions from her head aches. This was the rock stars first day fully awake since the incident, and she was finally thinking a lot clearer.

Mikan Tsumiki. Who exactly is she? She's pretty cute, and she likes my music. Wait, where's Ruisu? Ibuki thinks she had him when she jumped. Ibuki wish she still had that bottle of bourbon. No, that's what got me into this mess. Next time I'll drink something else. Maybe sake? Someone knocked softly on the door.

"Mioda-chan? Are y-you awake?" Tsumiki called.

"Yea." The door opened, revealing the timid girl, clad in shorts, a black t-shirt and her signature apron.

"Good a-afternoon, Mioda-chan."

"Hello Tsumiki!" Ibuki gave a small wave at the other girl. Tsumiki walked stiffly over to the rock star and sat on the edge of the bed. She handed the rockstar a glass of water.

"Tsumiki, may Ibuki ask you something?" Tsumiki nodded.

"When you found Ibuki, was she wearing a guitar?" Tsumiki nodded again making Ibuki sigh in relief.

"Where is it?" Ibuki asked. Tsumiki stared at her, wearing an expression of confusion merged with subtle anger.

"Do you not trust me to keep it safe?" Tsumiki's voice was just above a whisper.

"You hate me don't you. You don't trust me, the person who saved your life." the purplette frowned and grabbed onto the bed sheets below her.

"It's not that Ibuki doesn't trust you, she just wants to know where her lovely Ruisu is." The threatening look vanished from Tsumiki's face.

"R-ruisu?" she asked. Ibuki was amazed at how quickly the girl could change her face and mood.

"My guitar. Ibuki deeply cares for it." Tsumiki blinked, then smiled.

"I u-understand. If y-you want, I c-could bring it in h-here." Ibuki smiled widely and gave Tsumiki a thumbs up. The girl giggled and left. She appeared a second later carrying the insturment. It was partially wood, and carved into it's burl mahogany surface was two kanji symbols, which translated into dirty whore in english. A day before the guitar was ordered, some of Ibuki's friends bet the rockstar she could go an entire night without breathing. If she couldn't, they would get to customize the insturment. Being the gullible girl that she is, Ibuki accepted the challenge. She passed out two minutes into to the wager, and her friends had added the kanji onto the pre-designed guitar. When Ibuki received the guitar, it sounded amazing and quickly became one of the best instruments she's ever owned. Tsumiki gently leaned Ruisu against the bed. Ibuki reached out a hand and patted it's headstock.

"Why is it called 'Ruisu'?" Tsumiki asked, making Ibuki grin.

"When Ibuki went on her second world tour, she stopped in America. Ibuki played in a city called New York." Tsumiki gasped.

"W-was that the p-place you p-played all the s-songs in your m-most p-popular album 'Your Heart is Just an Organ to Me?' Th-there was a t-turnout of 600,000 p-people!" Tsumiki looked awestruck. The rockstar laughed then winced. Thank you head trauma

"So anyways, after the show there was this really hot chick that had a backstage pass. Ibuki thinks her name was Lauren or Lisa, but she insisted Ibuki call her Lewis. Ibuki took her out for drinks and then, yeah. Weird girl, but great sex, would've made Fifty Shades of Grey jealous." Tsumiki got really quiet. Her face was like steel but her brown-grey eyes were soft and sinister.

"S-so you're that kind of p-person, hmm?" A mischievous shine replaced the softness. Ibuki gulped.

"So uh, Ibuki named the guitar after Lewis." The rockstar made two finger guns and grinned. "The cute girls just can't resist Ibuki." Tsumiki gave the bedridden girl a soft smile, though without losing her steely mask.

"I s-see." The purplette started to get off the bed.

"Oops." Tsumiki lost her balance and fell backwards, landing on Ibuki Mioda's broken legs.

The rockstar screamed as her legs flared up with pain. Casually, Tsumiki got off Ibuki's legs and brushed off her apron lazily.

"Sorry about that Mioda-chan, lost my balance there! I can't give you anymore pills right now though. I'm giving you way too much as it is," she giggled and rested a hand on Ibuki's shoulder. "But I'll be back in three hours with some more!" The purplette leaned down and planted a kiss on the rockstar's sweat covered forehead.
"P-please, Tsumiki-"

"Call me Mikan, hon."

"Mikan, p-please, the p-pain, Ibuki can't-" Ibuki gritted her teeth and growled at the intense throbbing in her legs. Mikan grinned and giggled.

"Sorry dear. It was just an accident!" the girl walked out of the room, closing the door behind her, and leaving Ibuki alone with her pain.

"F-for fucks sake." Ibuki whispered through clenched teeth. Her hands were gripping the bed sheet so hard her knuckles turned white. As the minutes ticked by, the burning pain only seemed to increase, like someone was holding a branding iron on her legs and slowly putting on more pressure. The rockstar tried to choke down a sob, knowing that it would cause her head trauma to act up, but the she couldn't take it. Ibuki's sobs nearly echoed off the walls in the empty room and her tears dripped down her red face in an endless stream.

After what seemed like an hour, she finally calmed down. Her head pains were kind enough to stop tormenting her, but her legs still hurt like a beast. Ibuki slowly looked around the room, searching for something to distract her from the pain. On the wall next to the door was an old calendar, showing the month of June. The monthly picture was of a bouquet of red and purple flowers (so cliche) and a date was circled in red near the end of the month, but it was too far away to see what it was. The green curtains danced in the soft breeze, which smelled faintly of salt. On the wall opposite of the window, there were a couple of framed pictures. One was of Mikan in front of… the Statue of Liberty? She was smiling bashfully while making a peace sign at the camera. What the hell? Another was a picture of her and another girl. The girl had her arm around Mikan, who looked like she was on the verge of tears and grinning widely. The other girl had blonde hair held up in pigtails and bright blue eyes. The third picture was of a group of people whose faces were too far away to make out. Upstairs, Ibuki could hear the sound of a shower running, and faint singing, which the rockstar assumed was Mikan. She listened closely, trying to make out the words of the song she was singing.

"You're addicted to pain, too blind to see you're lost in the shadows. So addicted to face, in time you're gonna lose it all." Ibuki smiled. She likes American alternative rock. Ibuki listened to the quiet singing and almost melodic sound of water going down the drain. She has a nice voice for a creep. Soon the rockstar fell into a light sleep.


"Ibuuuuuuuki."

It was just an accident!

"Ibuuuuuuuki."

Without me, you would've died.

"Ibuki!" Someone jabbed at the rockstar's shoulder.

"Eh!?" Ibuki's eyes opened. The jab came from Mikan, wrapped in a towel, with an irritated expression on her face.

"D-do you w-want your damn m-medication or n-not?" Ibuki gobbled up the dope quickly, not caring about washing it down with water. Mikan's brown-grey eyes followed the rockstars every move. As soon as the medicine kicked in, Ibuki let out a sigh of relif. Mikan nodded and gave a soft smile.

"F-food w-will be ready in a-about an hour." she said. The purplette walked towards the door and started to hum the song she was singing earlier.

"Wait, Mikan. Is that Addicted to Pain by Alter Bridge?" Mikan stopped and turned her head around with an awed look in her eyes.

"You kn-know them?" Ibuki gave her a thumbs up.

"Yeah! They do lean towards the hard rock genre, but they're not as thrashy as Ibuki would prefer." Mikan bounded across the room, like an excited puppy, until she was in front of Ibuki.

"Mioda-chaaaan! C-could you s-sing some of Addicted t-to P-pain for me?" she asked. The purplette was leaning forward, enough for Ibuki to see quite a bit of clevage. The rockstar's face turned bright red. She grinned and cleared her throat.

"Tell me how it feels to live a lie. Tell me do you know that it won't ever be the same, you can't deny, the house of cards just hit the floor. Don't tell me you can save it in the end. There's nothing you can do, 'cause when it's gone, you know it won't come back again. But you don't listen anymore.

"You're addicted to pain. Too blind to see you're lost in the shadows. Too addicted to face. In time you're gonna lose it all." Ibuki coughed and winced at the burst of pain in her head.

"Mioda-chan th-that w-was amazing! Oh I j-just love the s-sound of your v-voice, it's low and s-so full of l-life. Absolutely g-goregous."

"Why thank you! The Goddess of Music appreciates your praise." Ibuki grinned at Mikan who started to giggle.

"And Ibuki'll reiterate what she said earlier, the cute girls just can't resist her charms. Isn't that right Mikan?" Ibuki winked. The purplette's face was rapidly changing color.

"How c-could you be a-attracted to s-someone as u-ugly as me?" she said quickly, tears forming in her eyes.

"If your ugly, than I'm monstourous!" Ibuki shouted, startling Mikan. She smiled shyly.

"I sh-should go s-start your d-dinner. Thank y-you for s-singing for me."

"No problem, cutie." The flusttered Mikan left the room. Mission acomplished. Ibuki flashed a shit-eating grin and put her arms behind her head.


About an hour later, Mikan came in with a bowl of ramen. This time, her towel was replaced with a pair of sweatpants and a tanktop. Her apron was missing and her choppy hair was pulled into a bun.

"Here's y-your food Mioda-chan." The noodles smelled delicous, making Ibuki's mouth water.

"You can call me Ibuki, cutie." Mikan giggled and handed the steaming bowl and a pair of chopsticks to the rockstar. Greedily, Ibuki slurped up the food.

"Mio-, err, Ibuki. M-may I ask y-you something?" Ibuki gave her a thumbs up, for her mouth was too full of noodles to say anything.

"Could you p-play me a s-song on y-your guitar?" Ibuki handed the empty bowl to the purplette and tapped her chin.

"I'm sorry Mikan, but I don't think that's possible. I need an amp and a plug-in for it to play," Ibuki picked up Ruisu and strummed it once.

"See?" Mikan was silent for a moment, then she turned to leave.

"Good n-night Ibuki."

"Night?"

The door locked. What? After a moment, she heard another door open and shut. Uh… Through the open window, Ibuki heard footsteps in the sand. The rockstar sighed and set down Ruisu. She glanced at the bedside table and saw three capsules of the medicine. She gulped them down with a glass of water sitting next to the dope. Ibuki grew drowsy when the meds kicked in, and she fell asleep to the sound of the waves.