I'm so glad that I have the next 3 chapters written, though that means how often I update is just sad. I'm off of school now though, thank god, so I'll be able to update more often now. I'm also working on my other story Because Daisies Come In Every Color right now though, so I have to post for that one as well. I also have one more AU planned for this series after this one, so hopefully I won't lose interest in it before I write it. I highly doubt that though cause Dengeki Daisy isn't over yet. So that tends to keep me interested.
Enough of my blabbering now and on with the story:
A noise was what woke me up that night. First the sound of wood knocking against wood, then glass shattering, followed by a murmured swear. I forced my eyelids open, knowing that I needed to find what the cause of the racket was. I never could have expected what I saw.
Purple glass was scattered along the floor, along with the blue daisies that the vase on my bedside table had held. As I looked up I found what had knocked them over. A large man in a black mask was standing over me, the knife in his hand glistening in the moonlight that streamed through my open window. I could only guess what he was planning to use that knife for.
I screamed, a high pitched shriek, letting my terror at what was in front of me fuel my squealing. The man reached out, trying to place his large rough hand over my mouth to muffle my screams. He took aim with his knife, ready to plunge it into my skin when he was stopped by the sound of two pairs of footsteps rapidly approaching us.
The man ran then, not out the door and into the rest of the house, but out the window, landing on a bed of grass with only the arms of death available to catch him.
I kept screaming even though he was gone, tears pricking at my eyes as shock began to set in. I couldn't stop staring at the window, knowing the fait of the man that had leapt out of it without having to look.
Kurosaki was the first one to come into my room, scanning the room for any signs of danger and coming up with none. I watched as he then carefully assessed me, along with the broken vase and my broken sobs. He made his way over to me, carefully avoiding the shards of glass as he sat down on the edge of my bed. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close, murmuring for me to hush before I woke up everyone within a fifty mile radius.
I didn't know what possessed me to let this stranger comfort me, but I did. As I leaned into him, I stopped trying to hold in my sobs, willfully letting my tears stain his shirt. I let the warmth of someone I barely knew comfort me, accepting it as if it were my brothers.
Onii-chan came into the room then, demanding to know what happened and if I was okay. "Th-the window." I stuttered into Kurosaki's chest. "Check the wi-window." Onii-chan had on a grave face, something I rarely ever saw as he did what I had told him to.
With one knee resting on my window seat, and both hands on the frame of the window, Onii-chan peered out into the night. When he saw what was lying on the ground, his eyes widened and he took a step back before calling Kurosaki over to see what was outside the window. He stroked my hair once more, then left to join Souichirou, leaving me feeling cold and alone. My arms felt empty, so I grabbed one of my pillows and held it close.
Kurosaki also looked out into the night; he looked grim, but not bothered enough to take a step back like Onii-chan had. They talked things over quietly, not letting me listen in on their conversation. Occasionally they would lean over the window seat and take another look at the body below, after that they would straiten up again and make more comments to one another.
When they were done, Kurosaki closed my window and locked it as Onii-chan took his spot next to me on the bed. He placed his hands on both sides of my head and leaned his forehead against mine, closing his eyes and sighing in relief that I wasn't hurt. "Well, I guess all those alpha waves I sent you paid off if you were able to take down that guy all by yourself." He joked, typical Souichirou.
"Onii-chan, what's going to happen to that man's body?" I asked, sniffling.
"We'll get it in the morning if something doesn't make a midnight snack of it first." Kurosaki answered instead.
"Yes, but I can't imagine that he'd taste very good." Onii-chan said, obviously trying to lighten the mood. "Than man must have been crazy to try and hurt someone as amazing as you Teru, and I doubt crazy is very tasty. In fact, I bet he was filled up to the brim with crazy." I gave him the best smile I could manage, that way he would probably think that his failed attempt at humor was working.
Onii-chan cleaned up the glass on my floor before heading off back to bed, the whole time talking about how brave I was for beating up the intruder. Kurosaki had staid the whole time, and once Onii-chan had left he made himself a makeshift bed on my window seat. It would have been funny if not the given situation seeing him trying to get in a comfortable position at first. He was so tall, leaving the window seat half his size in length. Eventually he simply sat up straight, knees bent as he leaned against one wall.
I imagined the he stayed up long past when I fell asleep, staring out into the night. Just like a watchdog, protecting my from everything unfamiliar and unknown.
So, that was the chapter, it's pretty short but as the first time someone tries to kill Teru it's also pretty important. I really love the fact that in this chapter we get to see some of Sou-chan's lame humor, with how funny Teru can be when she's making fun of Kurosaki, it's actually kind of sad that he can't make good jokes, but it just helps make up who he is, so it's okay. Please please please review and I promise that the next chapter will be longer!
