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Momiji was the only one other than Shigure to quietly accept my decision about Saki and Arisa. I think it scared the others, that I could make them forget me. The monsters came back in droves, attacking the city frequently and I settled back into the way things had been before the scouts died.
I sneak out all the time to fight monsters, not because I had to but because it was habit. Injuries happened all the time and I dealt with them and covered them up. When Hatori found out, that was the first time that he hit me.
"Tohru, you bleeding," he said indicating to my shoulder, I had been skewered with an icicle and had wrapped it as best I could until I could fix it properly.
"It's fine, really," I said smiling despite the agonising pain, "It's just a scratch." Yuki tugged at my shirt revelling the ugly mess that was currently my shoulder.
"Miss Honda," Yuki said seriously gazing at the wound and looking fairly green, the ice had caused minor frostbite and you could see bone.
"Don't worry I'll take care of it," I said with forced cheer, Hatori took my other arm and tried to lead me to get it looked at. "Hatori, I'll be fine," I said pulling away with my back against the wall, "I don't need a doctor." SMACK! He reached forward and slammed my head into the wall with enough force to make me dizzy.
"If you have to be unconscious and restrained so that I can make sure that you don't kill yourself then that is the way it will be," he said calmly picking me up and placing me down on a flat surface. My head and shoulder throbbed but my vision had cleared enough for me to see him pull out a needle.
"No," I said hoarsely, "No drugs." His hand moved closer before another closed around it.
"Don't," a familiar voice warned, "If you give her that she'll never come to you when she's hurt again."
"She's injured and in pain, I'm not going to stitch her shoulder without pain medication," Hatori protested frantically, "I can't do that,"
"You think I like it either? She is one of my best friends in the world," the other voice said vehemently, "And she's going to keep fighting, so I stitch her back up as best I can the way she wants it because if I don't she just wont say anything anymore. She'll just suffer quietly and possibly die, don't give her that." There was a sound, like something being slammed on the table.
"Who are you?" he demanded quietly. Then it clicked and I finally placed her voice. I don't know if it was blood loss or making friends with the wall but I was shocked. I really should have known all along.
"Ami," I called before passing out. When I was unconscious somebody had fixed my shoulder and during that time Ami had been introduced and interrogated by the Soma family. Hatori stood the moment I entered the room, a sorry on his lips. I turned and walked away.
"Tohru," he said following me, I stopped ad turned around. Whoosh, I slammed my fist into his stomach before elbowing him under the chin. He landed on the floor raising a surprised hand to his injuries.
"If you hit me once, I hit you back twice," I said coldly, "You get one warning, that was it."
"I'm sorry," he said, "I just didn't know what else to do. You're going to kill yourself."
"Don't worry, I come back," I murmured before turning and focusing on him, "I always came back. I'll make you the same deal I made Ami, if I'm really hurt I'll come find you or her, as long as you don't give me drugs or needles or anything."
"Deal," he said wrapping me into a hug. He held onto me like I was going to fade away, I didn't understand. I smiled and went to make dinner and life continued, nothing had really changed. Ami stayed for dinner and the night before going back to her house the next day. It had been arranged that she would go and live with Amara in the Soma estate.
It was only practical really, what with her needing to be closer so that we could coordinate with saving the world and whatnot. Mina… the way she appeared was almost scary, she just faded into existence according to Ritsu who had found her.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he said running around in his dress and apologising when Ami started crying at the sight of her. Then something strange happened almost something that could be a story of it's own.
"You know it's not fair that a guy should look so great in a dress," Mina said sitting up form where she was laying after our happy and tearful reunion, taking out a bottle of purple nail polish, "You should let me paint your nails to match to make it up to me."
"Um… okay, sure" Ritsu said sitting down. Five minutes later they were discussing fashion and make-up and love. Ritsu braided her hair and they talked, in the end she'd convinced him to go shopping with her and come work at a club we joint owned. It was like a little slice of the Venusian heaven. He'd fit right in actually.
"Serena," Mina called moving into my room, "Will you come to the club with me tonight?"
"What club?" I asked I fake surprise. She looked at me and laughed, picking me out some clothes.
"The one that you've been running with me and for me, for years," she responded with a laugh, "I don't know why you wouldn't help as yourself, but I want you to know I appreciated it."
"Because, I was just watching over you," I said getting changed and following her out of my bedroom window. She didn't say anything more as we made our way to the club, we both prattled on about unimportant things in the way that we had always done. I don't even know why we snuck out; it wasn't like we had to, we just did.
I was happy to be busy and working in a place where the normal social conventions of the world were suspended for a while that I lost myself to it. I served drinks, danced on stage with Mina, flirted, sang karaoke and I lost myself in it. Hands wrapped around my waist from behind and held onto me as we swayed to the music.
"Hello Princess," the man said before swinging me around to face him. It was the Undertaker, a retired grim reaper that had been my friend since I was a five-year-old girl on the moon when grandmother died. This was much to the surprise of Sebastian and Ciel who had known him in the 1800's.
"Hello Reaper Man," I said following him outside, "Why are you here?"
"The same reason I'm always here," he responded, which was when I had actually looked at him. He was dressed in a suit and trench coat, his glasses perched elegantly on his nose and he had pinned back his long fringe showing his ice blue and jade green swirl eyes. He hasn't been that cleaned up since….
"I thought you were retired?" I asked him. He chuckled and leaned against the wall, his scythe appearing in his hand.
"Oh, I'm still retired, I've just gone… freelance. I sensed that you would need me, for what was coming" he said, "Lucifer is trying to arrange time off, asked me to give you a hug for him."
"The devil sends his love" I quote, from a memory a long, long time ago. I guess I was the only little girl that had a grim reaper and his best friend the devil himself, wrapped around my little finger. They had both been welcome friends through out the centuries.
"Yes he does, I wouldn't be surprised if he shows up at some point to see you," he said. I just looked at him, he had that look in his eyes, it was the one that practically screamed I'm sorry.
"There all going to die again once the angel is dead aren't they?" I asked in a resigned voice. He swooped forward and kissed me on the forehead.
"Yes, but that isn't why I'm here," he said, I raised my eyebrow at him. "I'm here for the same reason I'm always here." Oh I was going to… I hadn't had that happen in two years, I almost missed it.
"I guess I should go home them," I said with a sad smile, "It wouldn't do for anyone to get caught in the-" BANG! Blood splayed against the opposite wall. What the… whoosh my legs gave out and the undertaker wrapped his arms around me and sat on deserted ally floor.
"Mother fucker," I whispered harshly, gazing at the bullet hole in my chest. The familiar feeling of my lungs welling with blood made it's way through the agonising pain that was spreading through my nervous system.
"Shh, breathe for me little one" he whispered in my ear. He whispered sweet nothings as my life slowly faded from my body. Ice cold settled over my still form, numbing the pain and letting me settle peacefully into death….
RIP! Agony ripped through me and I stifled a scream, burying my face into the Undertakers chest. Air forced it's way into my lungs and the damaged skin in my chest knitted together. Come on I thought to myself, keep it together. You can do this.
"Shh, you fine darling girl" he whispered into my hair, "Your going to be just fine." I let my breathing slow from the desperate shallow pants, back into a relatively normal pattern. Blood made my clothes stick to my skin and a single tear made its way down my face.
"It seems I need to die more often," I said sardonically, "I seem to be out of practice." I sounded like the jaded English Lady I had been little over a century and a half ago.
"Tohru," a tiny scared, horrified voice called. Momiji was standing at the entrance of the ally, paler than the moon and shaking. His usually warm brown eyes wide with stark terror. Tears streaked his face.
"Oh Momiji," I sighed unhappily he had seen everything.
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