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Thankies for all your reviews, my loving Fanfic-buds!!! -eyes shine and makes exaggerated sniff- I feel so loved! And yes, I know I have been skimpy with the details, and YES I know this chapter is also kinda short, BUT the next one is much longer. :)
So, without further ado and for my new six reviews, HERE IT IS IS, CHAPPIE 4
Chapter 4
I wake up Monday morning, sluggish and unwilling to move from my bed. I groan and burry my head in my pillow, sulking in the depression that's drowning my every expression. After five constant, aching minutes of my blaring alarm screaming at me, I slam my hand down on the off button.
I finally sit up, trudging over to my closet and peering around for an outfit. I settle without much thought on a frumpy black sweater and an ordinary pair of jeans. Slipping the clothes on, I snatch up my backpack and slowly make my way down stairs for some oatmeal.
My street is vacant as I'm the only one in the neighborhood who goes to my high school. I wait for the bus. It feels like hours till the bus appears in the distance, though it's probably only been ten minutes at the most. I load onto the bus without a word when it pulls up in front of me.
I finally arrive at school, my arms wrapped around myself. I feel more insecure than usual. Almost lonely, to be honest. Hiei's not in his usual spot, not waiting for me with a vacant face. My head droops and I walk inside with a crest fallen stature.
The day drags on. Every hour seems to take ten years to pass. Every class is a life time, and each time the bell rings I'm surprised that it finally ended. I sigh as I exit my second period.
Someone walks by me and my entire body flexes, adrenaline pumping through my system instinctively. I look up with wide eyes only to see Houston walk by. His face is horrible, petrifying.
His eyes are blackened, his face bruised and band aids dotted around his collar bone and one particularly long one running across his cheek—the one Hiei inflicted specifically from his sword. One of his arms is in a sling, more than likely broken in several pieces. I wince as his glare stabs me in the heart. I shiver and cringe out the door, trying to blend away from him. I run down the opposite hall, trying to wipe the image of his accusing face from my broken mind.
The blame of his eyes follows me through third period and lunch. I cringe too much for anyone not to notice. Several people shoot me empathic looks, and some just thoughtful. I shake and try to get back to work every time they do. It just makes it worse when people notice.
Finally, Monday's session of schooling has come to an end. I run to the bathroom, needing to go, but also trying to make it in time for my bus. By the time I get out and run to the other side of the school, I'm just in time to watch my bus leave me behind.
I gape, watching it just blithely go down the rode. For some reason, this hits me like a concrete block. I can't help but just collapse, boneless, on the ground. I feel sobs struggling to get out, and moisture pouring down my cheeks. I force the sobs in, but can't contain the tears. I bite my knuckle as my body shakes.
It takes me a while to recover and I manage to stand up. I take deep breaths and relax, wiping my eyes until it doesn't look even slightly like I've been crying. I zip up my jacket, a nervous psychological protection of sorts, and walk into the school.
I hope more than anything that Houston caught his bus. I don't think I could handle another encounter with him. I'd go insane for sure. Why am I so unstable? There really must be something wrong with me. No wonder Hiei hates me now. I'd hate me too….
I wander through the halls, the echo of my tennis shoes against the linoleum floors thankfully minimal. I start thinking about how I'm going to get home. Walk? But it would be so lonely without… I'm just going to stop there. Maybe I'll just stay here all night. My parents would love that. I roll my eyes.
Hold on—I can hear voices! Maybe Mr. Benison is still here? I'm my History teacher's pet of sorts, and I'm sure he'd give me a ride home.
I press my ear against the class room door that the muffled voices are coming from. They're nearly intelligible. I slowly turn the handle and open the door a creak to hear better.
"You can't go on like this." Says a gentle voice, though it has an urgent reprimand to its tone.
It sounds familiar.
"You think I don't know that?" Another voice snarls. I know that voice! That beautiful, deep voice….
"Don't be such a prick!" Yells another voice, irritation clearly ringing in it, "This is serious! If this keeps going, you're going to freakin' die!"
"I know that detective! This whole mission is about my preservation, but I can't see her again." Hiei's voice says—a little frustration rubbing through it.
My stomach twists into a tight, pinching knot. Is he talking about me? No, no. Can't be me. Well—but it would make sense. He can't take being around me. I slouch when I realize I fit the description.
"CAN'T SEE HER, MY BUTT!" The loud voice hollers, "I'M NOT LETTING YOU DIE OVER SOME STUPID PRIDE ISSUE OF YOURS!"
There's a sort of flittering noise and I peak through the crack to see what's happening.
Hiei's grabbing the front of Yusuke's shirt, pulling him down to eye level, "Listen very closely detective." He spits, detest and nothing less than pure fury seething through his voice, "I absolutely, refuse to go near her again. I will not—" He cuts off suddenly.
His hold on Yusuke's collar releases immediately as he covers his mouth with both hands and starts to cough violently. I don't notice my grip on the door tighten. Kurama and Yusuke rush around him, patting his back and trying futilely to help. Kurama gets in my line of sight, and that irks me. But, when he moves, I catch a glimpse of blood seeping through Hiei's fingers. I snap.
I thrust open the door in blind fear. Everyone looks up at me, but at the moment, I'm too distracted to notice. I run to Hiei, stopping a foot from him. My eyes are wide and my outstretched hands are shaking.
I had never imagined someone looking that frightened, especially not Hiei. I could have sworn I saw his entire world come crashing down in the instant I entered the room.
Normally, I would have already been rushing around and panicking at the fact that he just coughed up blood, but I just stand there. I can't move. Hiei's eyes, those flickering abysses of reddish brown, are just looking at me like I just ruined his entire life. I hear a strangled kind of choke sound leave my mouth as a drop of blood drips from his chin.
His eyes harden, suddenly, and his form begins to flicker. I reach out, but I'm too late. Hiei disappears.
My hand is left in the air, frozen in its wishful posture. It lowers slowly as my vision blurs and I can't see. Tears fill my eyes again and I hear a shaken breath exit my half-opened mouth. I can't see Kurama rush to my side.
"Mikayla-san?" He asks unsurely, as if just discovering me for the first time.
"Why does he hate me?" I ask instead of answer. It sounds like a whisper.
I feel Kurama's hand gently rest itself on my shoulder. "He doesn't, Mikayla-san."
"Then why does he act like it?" Every word is an articulated whisper.
"…" He doesn't answer right away, "Because--"
"Because he's a cocky, uncaring IDIOT!" I hear Yusuke yell.
"Now, Yusuke—"
I begin to sob loudly. The two teens are silenced immediately. I drop to my knees and then sit back on my behind. I bring my knees to my chest and dig my nails into my calves. I can only imagine how distraught I look.
Yusuke growls as he stares at my tortured release of tears. His face heats up in anger as he watches my eyes close tightly, almost painfully.
"That's it!" He screams and runs over to the opposite side of the room, throwing open the window when he gets there.
"Yusuke, what are you—" Kurama gets cut off again.
"HEY, HIEI!" He belts out to the outside world, "NEXT TIME I SEE YOU, I'M KICKING YOUR BUTT, DIEING OR NOT! THIS ISN'T HELPING ANYONE!"
Kurama, with frustration pulling his lips tight, clamps his hand down on Yusuke's mouth, "You're not helping anyone!" He turns his head to look at me, "Yelling at Hiei isn't going to help Mikayla-san. Now help me calm her down. She's loosing too much fluid, and she's missed her bus by now."
After that, I only remember the vague and somewhat comforting voice of Kurama, and even a little of Yusuke's before my head hit my pillow and I fell asleep.
Nightmares are alright when someone saves you, but what happens when your knight in shining armor decides you are no longer worth saving…?
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I don't think I could have ended on a more depressing note O.O ...
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Sneak Peek:
...I look acid over my shoulder. Half of me frightened, the other defensive.
I feel the muscles in my body freeze ice cold.
Houston didn't catch his bus today....
