TheDarkestShinobi: Hello. Chapter four up. Not much else to say except review and it will be under the M section when I post the next chapter.
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She had locked the doors and windows when she got home since she had already seen her father in the house. Hitomi's father asked about the scarf and she said she had been feeling a little sick and didn't want to take any chances. He had looked up with all seriousness and in anger.
"If that's a hickey…. I swear I'll kill the boy who did that to you." Hitomi looked down and laughed reassuring her father with a smile that it was nothing like that. It was she admitted to herself. Hayate had not given her a hickey; he had bruised her when he had tried to kill her.
Her father brought their food to the table and she had to be honest with herself. If Hayate had wanted her dead, she would have been dead, and if he willed it, she probably would never have been found. Would he kill her? She picked at her food.
"Hitomi… is this about Ein?" Hitomi dropped her fork and looked up to her dad seeing the concern in his eyes. He knew? No. He couldn't have, he was just worried because Ein lived here and hadn't been back in a few days. He throat dried and she could feel his fingers wrapping around it now. Was he here? Waiting for her to slip so he had an excuse to kill her father?
"Ein…" She choked on the word as the tears fell. "Ein's gone."
He was gone and in his place was a terrifying creature that made it his goal to make her life a living hell. Her father stood and hugged her rubbing his hand down her back. She cried as he did and wrapped her arms around him tightly. It was for the wrong reason. He hugged her because she needed comfort at the fact that Ein was no longer here with her. She hugged him because Ein was still here as Hayate and he wouldn't leave her alone.
Hitomi had made sure to be with her father at all times that evening, but she couldn't very well sleep with him. She had to sleep in her own bed. She walked to her room and locked the door behind her. Like a frightened child she locked the windows and put on all the lights opening the closet door and checking under her bed for monsters… well a monster.
She checked for every little shadow and was completely sure she was alone. She would stay alone. Ninja or not he had no way to get in. She was safe tonight. Finally…. Safe…
When Hayate had entered her room he had been surprised to see his angel sleeping so peacefully on the bed. She wasn't smiling or anything, but she wasn't worried like she had been the day before. He walked over to her slowly and silently. How would her body react to him? Would she recognize him as Ein or Hayate?
Could he pretend to be Ein for her?
He kissed her forehead first. She didn't respond to his touch. He smirked. A ninja, or a kunoichi as she would have been called would already be up and on alert. He slowly lifted on arm and made her lay on her stomach. She was beautiful. Why did she have a scarf on?
He removed it and paused at the bruises around her neck. He did that. He was the one who had hurt her in this way. He moved closed and got on the bed as he looked closer. How could he have done that to her? He blinked and looked down as he felt her hand harshly grab his. Her eyes were narrowed in anger and he found himself enticed by them.
"See what you've done?"
"I'll make it up to you." He whispered and wasn't surprised when she struggled against him.
He had pinned her to the bed after a couple of minutes and she glared at him as she still furtively tried to move. He stared down at her as he pressed down harder. He wanted her; he wanted her to value Hayate as much as she valued Ein. He was disgusted at himself. He had been on a journey to kill his sister; he had killed before, and would have to again. He wanted to go back to being Ein. Ein had a life and his dignity. Ein had a family that had love in it. Ein's hands were untainted and the most important thing was the Ein's heart wasn't empty, he had Hitomi, Hitomi had loved him.
It was another thing he lost when he gained his memories.
Hitomi had pause in her futile struggling when she realized he wasn't doing anything to her. He hadn't been forcing himself on her of hurting her and for the last couple of minutes he had been staring into space.
"I'll make it up to you I swear."
He had said it in a whisper as he brought his head closer to hers looking into her eyes. His looked down at hers with love and she looked up at him in fear.
"How…?" he whispered "tell me how to make it up to you…. Please…"
He placed his head on her shoulder and closed his eyes. She didn't struggle and she looked away. Why was Hayate acting so much like Ein? They were two different people. Ein was one of the many people Hayate had killed. She shivered feeling his breath on her and tried to find her voice but it seemed to be stuck in her throat.
"Hitomi…" he whispered and she felt the tears coming. The way he said her name…. it was Ein's voice she heard. She shivered and he shifted to look up at her and released her. She didn't move; it was her own fear holding her in place now.
"Hayate… please…" she started to say and he rose looking over her on his hands and knees.
"Yes," He prompted. He wanted to hear what he could do to make it all better, to right his wrong.
She knew she had to say it. No matter what happened. It was true, it was what she wanted him to do.
"…leave…"
Hayate's eyes widened and he shook his head.
"Anything but that Hitomi chan. I won't leave you. Ever."
She looked up at him and they locked gazes.
"I want you to leave."
"No."
She suddenly got up and pushed him off of her. He had let her get up and sat on the bed. She looked at him, partially in shock because he had just let her get away. Where would she go? He was in her house. He wouldn't leave though. He stood and she stepped back warily.
"Hitomi… I can't let you leave me." He walked closer to her and she kept backing up.
"I can't love you anymore." She said and he lunged for her. They both ended up tangled on the floor and after getting him in a headlock she found her-self once again pinned by the ninja. Both her hands were held by one of his and the other hand held him up.
"Let me go-"
"No. I'll make you love me again."
That's when she felt his other hand start to roam.
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