Forced Pain, Chosen Relief 3- Brother Worry
Sayori finally reaches sleep, but she's plagued by nightmares. Dirty beds, never being clean. Whenever there wasn't someone in the room, she'd run her hands through her hair and marvel at the clean feel of the short locks in her hand, and the lack of smell caused by the hospital soap. She wakes up often in sweats, forgetting where she is for a moment and gripping the sheets and hyperventilating. A monitor always responds loudly to the reaction and reminds her where she is, causing her to relax slightly. She still doesn't know where her brother is, if he's safely in the hospital as well…if they're even really at a hospital. For all she knows, they could have been moved to a fantasy ring and were victim to some sick porn film.
The door opens and someone walks in, causing Sayori to jerk her head in that direction and listen to the footsteps. They sound heavy, like a man. Someone clears his throat and Sayori starts trembling slightly. Someone else walks in and she recognizes the aura of that Nakira woman. Sayori frantically signs to her.
'What's going on?'
"Have you slept any?" Sayori nods.
'But not very well. What's going on?'
"We're going to remove the stitches in your neck and on your face." Sayori's hand flies to her throat and face, covering the stitches there.
"Sayori-san, we have to remove them. Otherwise, you'll get sick. And to top it off, you can't eat like that."
'I don't want to eat. Where's my brother?'
"Don't worry; he's sleeping soundly in the next room."
'Is he hurt?'
"No."
'They wouldn't feed him. Has he eaten?'
"Yes. He's well fed and clean."
'Did you take his stitches out too?'
"No. He won't let anyone touch him when he's not asleep. Not even to show him where the food is."
'Of course not. I want to see him. To make sure he's okay.'
"If you're able to walk." Immediately, Sayori swings her legs off the bed and fumbles for something to hold herself up with. Her hand connects with the bedrail and she pulls herself off the bed. She takes an experimental step and nods slightly. She lets go of the bed and wobbles slightly before finding her balance.
'I'm fine.' She hasn't eaten in a while, but it was only a few days after they shut her mouth and removed her voice and sight before the police had come. The only thing Hikaru had been allowed to eat for the longest time was minimal scraps and sex juices. She turns her head and fumbles for something to guide her to the door. A firm, female, hand catches hers and she flinches back automatically.
"Then let's go. I'll lead you." Sayori nods once and allows Nakira to lead her. By the sound of it, Nakira has long hair, pulled into a high ponytail, and the rattle of a belt at her waist shows that she has a gun and several things strapped to her waist, she must not be a commander who sits behind a desk all the time. They go out into the hall and Sayori looks around, trying to see lights. Its pitch black…when she knows that she should be able to see orange through her eyelids. Had she gone blind from lack of using her eyes? Nakira opens a door after a moment and leads Sayori into a room. "Hikaru-kun. I've brought someone…" Sayori touches Nakira's shoulder and shakes her head. That was what they'd say when they brought a client in. "What, Sayori?"
'Don't say things like that. Where's the bed?' Nakira sighs and leads Sayori to the bed. She touches the sheets and fumbles around, searching for his face. She knows that it's him…she can just tell. Her hands connect softly with his chest and he inhales sharply. Sayori moves her hands lightly up to his neck, flinches at the stitches there, and then gets her palms on his cheeks. His hands fly up to touch her hands and he turns his face into one of her hands.
Nakira smiles slightly as she watches the two. They must be really close. He didn't even tremble when the door opened, unlike the other times someone had entered the room. Like he knew without being able to see that his sister was in the room. Her phone vibrates in her pocket and both stiffen. Shit. Nakira hurries into the hall and answers the phone.
"Hello?"
"Naki-chan, are you still at the hospital?"
"Oh…Kaien. Yes, I'm still up here."
"Did Zero and the others get there safely?"
"Yes. They're making rounds, checking the new security measures."
"That's good. Are you coming home tonight?"
"Probably. I've spent forty-eight hours on this case without sleep." Hearing the sound of his voice over the phone makes Nakira ache to be at home, firmly entangled with her lover…but when she's working cases like this, involving sexual torture, she would never touch him. She knows that it drives him crazy, but she'd feel extremely guilty if she were to spend that kind of time with her lover. When they would do things like what those kids probably had to go through occasionally. Nakira was not a whore, but she knew her way around a bed. And Kaien enjoyed that. But that would have to wait until they caught the people behind the current case.
"Have you gotten any information from any of the Vics?"
"Yea. It's Shizuka and Rido behind it."
"Damn. That puts whole new meaning to the thing. I never knew that those two were into that sort of thing."
"Rido was twisted from birth. I regret having him."
"Don't say things like that."
"It's the truth. Or did you forget that he nearly killed me, three times?"
"No, I didn't. I have to go. We haven't found anything, but the media won't stay off our tails."
"Okay. Get what you need done. I'll see you later."
"Okay." The line clicks and Nakira closes her phone, setting it to be completely silent. She doesn't want any noises to make the two nervous.
Hikaru opens his mouth to say something, but remembers that he can't speak. Or even make noise. Sayori is there. Really right there. And she smells clean. He reaches up hesitantly and finds her face. He touches her cheek, trying to tell if she can see him or not. He touches her mouth and pauses. The stitches holding her mouth closed are still there. He frowns and reaches up to her eyes. Sewn shut. He takes one of her hands off of his face and writes in her palm.
'Why?' She turns his hand over and writes her response out.
'Needles.' He frowns and flips her hand purposefully.
'Nakira said that she could do it without needles. I want to see. Do you?' Sayori flips their hands over.
'I can't see anyways. There's no light.' Hikaru shakes his head and grips her hand. He can at least see a dim light through his eyes, and the shadow of his sister.
'Onee-chan…I'm sorry.' Sayori puts her hands on his cheeks and touches her forehead to his. The door opens, but neither of them move.
"Sayori-san?" In response, Sayori backs away from Hikaru, alarming him and causing him to reach out for her. She's moving her hands…oh right. She speaks through sign language. Hikaru was never good with his hands like that. "Hikaru's already said that he won't let anyone touch him without you there." That woman frightens Hikaru. She seems too similar to the guy without name or face. "Are you sure? Okay…" Sayori starts to leave and Hikaru finds her hand, gripping it and shaking his head. Sayori turns back to him and takes his free hand.
'I'll be right back. I'm not leaving you.' She turns her hand over for him and he shakes his head.
'Don't leave, please.'
"Sayori?"
