What am I doing with my life? Absolutely nothing, hurrrrrr.
Sequel, cause some people just can't compute the fact that I write terrible fluff :|
They had medics. He'd be fine. They had medics. He'd be fine. They had medics. He'd be fine. That's all I could tell myself. Over and over, just to stop worrying. I had to continue living, because I know that's what he wanted. Every time I felt like I was about to break down, I had to remind myself about every good thing I had ever seen him do, and I felt okay. There was no way he'd ever go down with out a fight. He was stronger and braver than that.
I knew now, what kind of work he did. He forced himself to tell me, after the incident where came home covered in blood. I could accept the fact that yes, this was what he did and he wouldn't stop doing it for anyone. But I was worried. He would often disappear for a few days at a time, and come back home like nothing had ever happened. All I could do was trust him.
But that becomes harder and harder when you haven't seen someone nearly two months. He'd just gone one night and told me he'd be back the next morning, but he wasn't. Telling myself he was okay became harder and harder. I tried calling Ryohei, the white haired man, but no one ever picked up. I called his other friends too. It's like they all just disappeared from the face of the earth.
I was beginning to worry that someone might come after me. Takeshi always said that there would be a possibility of that happening. He'd shown me the little hatch in the floor in his bedroom. If I went down it I could get into a small tunnel that would lead me to a secret base of sorts. But he said to only ever use it if my life was in danger. And I just nodded and said okay, because I knew my life would never ever be in danger, because I wasn't anything important in this game of mafia.
"Thanks!" I smiled and waved at the cashier, as I left the shop. It was a very, bright and sunny day and not a cloud in the sky. If Takeshi were here, he'd probably force me to go to the beach with him, or something equally silly. I walked home, humming a tune to myself and smiling at neighbors I passed by. I unlocked the door to the house and stepped in, taking off my shoes. I frowned.
Something felt eerily quiet about the house. Like there was a heavy drape over me and was sucking out the oxygen. I closed the door and went into the kitchen, and set the groceries on the counter. I waited for a few moments, but nothing happened. I sighed, and blamed it on paranoia, and began putting everything in its place. That's when I heard footsteps, soft and jumpy, like a ballerina. I turned around, but there was nothing there. Something flashed in the hallway, like a person moving from one room to another, except light speed. I swallowed and went into the living room. There was no one there.
Sweat was breaking out on my forehead. This seriously can't be paranoia. I was about to turn around when someone put their hand around my mouth, and the other at my waist. "Ushishishishishi~ So you're Yamamoto's lady, eh?"
I struggled and he let me go, and I ran up stairs. Knives brushed my sides. I cried out and grabbed my sides, trying to stop the blood flowing with a shirt I picked up. I ran into Yamamoto's room, just as more knives brushed my sides, spilling blood all over the floor. I tapped on the floor, and the wood moved to reveal a little metal plate with number buttons on it. I smashed in the number one-zero-eight, and it opened. I took a deep breath and jumped down the hatch. I looked up and saw the hatch close. I was safe now.
I landed on my butt once I reached the end. I gasped for and grabbed my sides, only to find strings cutting into my hands. I winced and pulled them off, leaving them behind. I looked forward, to find a small tunnel lit with dim lamps. It went forward only, and seemed to go on forever. I whimpered, and began to walk through. My cuts left blood behind me, and I took off my shirt and wrapped it tightly around my waist to stop the bleeding. It seemed to help, if only just a little bit. All I could hear now was my lungs gasping for breath and my feet pounding against the metal. I began to slow down. I fell to the floor. My arms were weak and I could barely hold myself up. No, I have to keep going. I have to keep going. That was all I could say.
I have to keep going. I have to keep going. I have to keep going. I whispered that under my breath as I got up and began to walk. It came out of my mouth a million times as I winced and put one foot in front of the other, over and over. My breath was short but I could still do it. I closed my eyes and just kept going forward. Hours after hours, I walked. I have to keep going. Five words were all that ever came out of my mouth. Every time I fell, I had to remind myself about every good thing Yamamoto had ever done for me, and I got up. It was tedious and painful, but things could be worse. I could be chopped up into bits with knives piercing through my gut. I cursed myself for not getting a look at the man before I ran.
More time passed. I was walking so slowly. When my foot gently bumped into a wall, I opened my eyes. I had to stop myself from crying out with joy, as just in front of me was a door. My shaky hand reached for the knob. Turning it took as much effort as pushing a house. I opened the door, and light flooded through. It was a room, simple enough. It had a bed and a desk, and it looked exactly like Yamamoto's bedroom. I went in, dragging my feet with me. My vision was blurring. I reached for the door and opened it, and found myself in a hallway. I turned at the end was a man walking, and… was that a baby on his shoulder?
I collapsed.
My eyes fluttered open, and all I could see was white. There was a gas mask on my face, and tubes on my wrist. I removed these, wincing. I could see and breathe fine now, but my arms and legs were still weak. I was a plain white hospital dress. I got off my bed, shaky and unsteady and reached for the door. I found myself in a hallway not too different from what I had seen earlier. I chose to go left. When I came across a turn, I bumped into Ryohei. He was fairly happy to see me, and gave me a very enthusiastic greeting. I raised hands to my ears. "Too loud."
He was giving me a headache, and I already weak. He apologized, and took me to a room. Several people were sitting at a table. I could recognize a few of them as Yamamoto's friends. There was a baby, dressed neatly in a suit and with a chameleon on his hat. Two other babies were coloring in the corner, one dressed like a cow and the other like a Chinese fighter. "Hello." The baby said.
I nodded. I was disappointed, that Takeshi wasn't with them. And scared. Where was he now? Was he hurt?
The door opened behind me, and I heard that voice, saying my name. I turned around and slammed him into the wall burying my head into his shoulder. We slid down to the floor, his arms wrapped around me so tightly I couldn't breathe. I tried talking, but my voice came out in broken sobs. I could feel everyone staring at us, but I didn't care. My arms tightened around him and I could feel him bury his face in my hair and hear him say he missed me and all I could do was nod back because I was crying so much.
People left the room, and what seemed like ages we just sat there and cried and hugged each other. He was the one to break away first. He lifted me up and carried and set me down on a chair and I looked at him, wiping away both his tears and mine. "I'm so glad you're okay." I tried to form words but it felt like there was a giant lump in my throat. I grabbed his hands and hugged him one more time. He kissed me, long and sweet and then sighed, resting his forehead against mine.
My skin was tingling and I was cold. I buried myself into Yamamoto again. "You're like a human furnace, you know that?"
That was the only thing that I could manage out, and that was the first thing that I had said to him since coming here. He laughed and squeezed me tight. "Warm yet?"
I smiled. "Very."
WHY BEL I THOUGHT YOU WERE ATTRACTIVE. I don't know what to do with the plot, I just wanted to include some blood, hurr. Next chapter will be creepy as hell.
