Instead of taking Blaine back towards her house, he led her to the playground nearby his childhood house where they used to play. "So many memories." He smiled.
Blaine smiled softly and nodded, shoving her hands into her pockets. "Why'd you lead me here anyway?"
Ignoring her question, Dax went to sit on the swings. "You can join if you'd like."
She laughed and moved to sit beside him on the swings, kicking off and smiling. "We came here a lot, didn't we?"
"We did." He smiled and swang slowly. "Although, I remember the swings being a lot bigger." He laughed.
She laughed and nodded. "I haven't been here in forever..." She murmured.
"I partly remember one time you and I-" A loud thump caught Dax off guard and Blaine fell forward from her swing. His head snapped backwards to see a pole swinging towards him; he moved in time to dodge. There were three men, all snarling at Dax.
"What was that for?" Dax shouted and looked at Blaine out cold on the dirt ground.
"She's ours now." The man on the right said.
The one in the middle turned to glared at the right man. "She's not ours, she's mine." He stated coldly and turned back to Dax. "Hope you don't mind."
"Actually, I do!" Dax growled and stood to his feet. He glanced at Blaine and slowly moved closer to her. The man on the left stepped closer, making Dax stop.
"Well, too bad. She's now property of Humino Hideki." The man chuckled.
"She's not a thing. She's a human being." Dax hissed.
The man shrugged. "Not in my world." He chuckled and moved over to stand beside her, the two others guaridng him carefully with their metal pole and bat. Dax narrowed his eyes and slowly took a few steps backwards to where they had placed the belongings on the grass.
"Hey, what're you doing?" The one man asked. Dax reached into his bag and pulled out his notebook, grabbing a pen from on of his bag pouches. The men laughed.
"What, you're going to write in your diary about your girl being taken?" One asked, mockingly.
Dax ignored him and wrote Humino Hideki on the first line. He turned and narrowed his eyes, waiting; this was the defining moment to whether Zane was reality or hallucination. Thirty seconds later, as the man was flipping Blaine over on her back, he suddenly fell to the ground, clutching his heart. Dax's eyes widened as he watched what was going on. The two men knelt down to try to help him, but when they knew he was dead, they turned to Dax.
"D-did you do this?" The one asked.
"K-Kira?" The other asked and gasped. The two looked at each other with terror before turning to run.
Dax's eyes widened further. He knew that if they were to reached authorities, Dax's plans of getting a job and house were out of the question. Prison was his next spot.
"W-what are their names?" Dax turned to look at Zane, floating next to Blaine.
He shrugged. "I could give you the shinigami eyes."
Without a second to think, Dax nodded. "Fine, the shinigami eyes..."
Numbers appeared over Blaine head with her name as well. He quickly turned to the two men and wrote their names down into the book before they could run out of sight. After thirty seconds past, Dax turned to look at Zane. "A-are they dead?" He asked.
Zane smirked. "Ryuk was right, humans are amusing!"
"Zane! Are they dead?" Dax shouted.
"You'll have to wait and see. If I were you, I'd leave." He began to fly away, leaving him with Blaine.
Quickly, Dax shoved the notebook and pen into his bag, slugged it over his shoulder and picked Blaine up. He walked briskly, and it only took a few minutes for him to reach her house with taking short cuts and vacant alleyways. He didn't bother knocking and walked in. He laid her down on the couch and retrieved a cold wash cloth to place on her forehead while he took a look at where the man had clubbed her with the bat. There was a big goose bump on the side of her head and all around was bruised with blood littering around the wound and slipping down her face. He cleaned it carefully and wrapped her head in gauze.
"I really hope she doesn't have a concusion." Dax murmured, sitting in the chair beside the couching. A movement caught Dax's attention to the right and he turned to see Zane.
"You!" Dax stood up and took a step forward. "I-it's real!"
"I told you it was." Zane said plainly.
"I...k-killed three people What if the authorities find out?" Dax ran his hand through his hair as he began to pace around the room. "M-my plans will be ruined!"
"You were protecting the girl." Zane stated.
"For what? I just lost half my life for a pair of stupid eyes!" Dax groaned.
The shinigami shrugged and began to pace after Dax. "Would you have rather let those men run off to tell the authorities themselves?"
Dax sighed. "They were just as much in the wrong, they might've not even went to the authorities."
Zane chuckled. "Being under pressure sure can cause a human to do strange things."
Dax let out a frustrate sigh and turned to look at Blaine. He still wasn't use to seeing her name and her remaining life span. Maybe it wasn't so much of a bad thing? If he hadn't used the notebook, who knows what would've happened. He had protected Blaine, and that was all that mattered, right?
Dax shook his head and sat down on the chair again. "I think I realize why Kira has been killing all those people off. It seems to be mostly criminals that he's targetting, aside from a few authorities. He kills the authorities because they're close to finding him out, but Kira doesn't want that because he's trying to do the world a favour by ridding the world of criminals. I mean, what's so bad about that? The world is better off that way. Children could walk around after dark, people wouldn't have to be afraid of being raped or mugged. There would be less stealing robberies, shootings... Maybe Kira isn't so bad after all." He turned to look at Blaine and leaned over to place his hand on her cheek. "If that's what it takes to ensure Blaine's - and every other persons safety - why not take the risk?"
Zane chuckled. "I'm guessing you're going to keep the notebook afterall?"
Dax sighed and sat back again. "I...think I might. I don't think I would have been able to protect her from anything they might have tried. I may be strong, but I don't think I could've gone against three other grown men and won," he said.
Zane nodded. "Well, I'm glad. It'll provide a temporary distraction from a boring life in the shinigami realm." He chuckled.
Dax rolled his eyes and turned back to Blaine. Ten minutes later, Dax noticed that Blaine began to stir. He smiled and moved to kneel in front of Blaine. "Blaine..." He whispered gently, placing his hand on her cheek and pushing her head lightly in his direction.
Blaine winced as her eyes slowly opened. She hissed in pain and closed them again. Her head felt like it was being smashed into by a hammer. She tried to push back her tears as pain wracked her body. "D-Dax..." She murmured weakly. "P-Please t-tell me you're not h-hurt..." She whispered, wincing again.
Dax shook his head. "You're the one who got hurt the worst." He murmured.
Blaine sighed and reached her hand up to lightly touch her wound. She hissed in pain and rested her hand at her side again. "C-Could I b-bother you to get me some ice?" She murmured, her eyes still shut.
Dax shook his head and stood, moving to the kitchen and returning with a bag of ice and cloth. He wrapped the cloth around the ice and placed it lightly on the wound. "Do you feel dizzy? Or dazed?" Dax asked.
Blaine winced again and nodded. "E-Extremely.."
Dax shook his head and helped Blaine up into a more elevated position. "Try not to half asleep." He murmured. "You may have a concussion."
Blaine nodded slowly and tried to sit up, but she was having problems keeping her own balance. Her body swayed and started to fall towards Dax. He quickly caught her and helped her back against the arm of the couch again. "Take it easy for a while, alright?" Dax murmured and pushed her bangs out of her face.
Blaine forced her eyes open weakly and looked at Dax. She could only nod before she had to close her eyes again. The world felt like it was spinning around her. Just then, the front door opened and Chris entered the livingroom. He smiled before raising an eyebrow at the condition of his sister. "What happened?" He asked, moving over to sit on the couch beside Blaine.
"We ran into a little trouble at the park." Dax explained. "We didn't really have time to react; they came up behind us and clubbed her. I managed to get rid of them though..."
Chris looked nervously at Blaine before at Dax. "And come back without a single scratch?" He raised an eyebrow.
Dax laughed nervously. "Well, I didn't exactly fight them."
Chris rolled his eyes. "Forget it." He looked back at Blaine and shook his head. "Has she been to a doctor?"
Dax shook his head. "It's just a minor concussion, nothing too much to worry about." Dax stated.
Chris nodded and stood back up. "Well, I was going to meet up with my girl, but maybe I should-"
"No." Blaine shook her head slightly, pulling her knees to her chest. "Go. I'll be fine..." She murmured.
"Sis, you can't even open your eyes." Chris frowned.
Blaine shook her head again. "I-I'll be fine..."
"If her condition worsens, I'll take her to the hospital. You can go." Dax said and turned to smile at Chris.
Chris blinked in surprise. "A-Are you sure? I-I'm sure you have things of your own to do..."
Blaine nodded. "Y-You don't have to stay either, D-Dax..." She murmured, starting to fall towards him again.
Dax chuckled softly and caught her in his arms again. "Clearly I do." He stated and helped her back up.
She shook her head. "I-I just want to sleep..."
Chris shook his head. "That's the problem. Sleeping with a concussion is dangerous."
Blaine shook her head. "I-I'm just tired..."
"I can't allow you to sleep." Dax said.
Blaine frowned. "But I'm tired..."
Chris sighed. "Last chance. If you're staying with her fine, but if I leave, I'll be gone all night." Chris said to Dax.
Dax nodded. "Have fun with your fiance." He smiled.
Chris smiled and walked out. "No sleeping, Blaine!" He called before walking out.
Blaine groaned in pain as she moved her sitting position so her back was against the back of the couch. She tried opening her eyes again and sighed deeply. "So what really h-happened?" She murmured, closing her eyes again. "Did you use my pistol or something? No way you could be completely uninjured..." She murmured, wincing yet again as she tried to stay sitting up.
Dax shrugged. "I'm still trying to fully understand it myself. Anyways, what matters is that you're going to be alright." He smiled and reached over to caress her cheek. "I don't know what I would have done if they would have taken you."
Blaine smiled softly. "I-I've gotten hurt worse than this. I-I'm just happy you're alright." She whispered.
Dax laughed lightly and shook his head. "Blaine, you're the one that got hurt, not me. You should be happy that you're alright. They...were going to do things to you if we hadn't escaped." He murmured the last part and frowned.
Blaine winced as she started to fall again, just barely catching herself. "I-I can't... think straight..." She murmured, her speech starting to slurr a bit.
"I'm not surprised." Dax chuckled softly and proped her with the pillows stuffed around her for stability. "Just take it easy, but try not to sleep no matter how tired you are." He felt her forehead and frowned. "How badly does your head hurt?"
Blaine shrugged. "I-I don't know h-how to..." She trailed off as she tried opening her eyes again before flopping back against the couch cusions, despite the pillows Dax put up around her.
Dax sighed and sat down on the floor beside her. Her face was in the cushions and her hair spread around her face. He pushed the hair out of her face to see her eyes partly open. "Blaine?" He whispered.
Slowly she turned her gaze to meet his. "Wh-What..I-I'm fine..." She slurred again.
Dax shook his head. "No, you're not." He murmured. He reached for a pillow and gently placed it under her head. "Maybe lying down would be better." He chuckled lightly.
Blaine nodded. "I already said it would be." She murmured, closing her eyes again.
With a sigh, Dax moved to sit on the couch beside her head. He turned on the television and switched to the news. He was curious; and his curiousity was just as he suspected. There were a few dozen police officers around the park that they had were just at, looking at three dead bodies. There was a quick mentioned about Kira, but before anything else could be mentioned, Dax quickly switched the channel. Blaine was still too out of it to really take in anything around her. She weakly reached up to grab Dax's hand before entwining her fingers in his and closing her eyes again.
"Th-Thank you, Dax..." She murmured tiredly.
Dax's eyes widened slightly at the touch of her hand in his. He turned to look down at their hands and then her face. Her hand was soft, but also cold. His hands were warm, and a tad bit sweaty. He let out a quiet breath and turned back to the television until he found a good channel. A while later, he could hear Blaine's deep breathing and he gently shook her awake. "Blaine, wake up." He murmured.
She didn't react to his voice, nor did she stir. He turned his head to look at the clock and found that it was half past eight. He stood up, letting go of her hand and slipped his hands under her, lifting her gently. "Now, where do you sleep?" He chuckled lightly. He began to move around the house, trying to figure out where her room was located. He remembered her running down the hall from the front door, so he went there; at the end of the hall, a door was opened into a dark blue bedroom. He laid her gently onto the bed and quietly covered her with the blankets. A minute later, Dax begun to look around the room.
He noticed a few pictures of Dax and Blaine together when they were children. He laughed gently, remembering how un-photogenic she was and how much force he had to use to get her to smile and look like she was having a good time. There were also pictures of her mother and her, also of her and her brother, but none of her father. There was one with her parents and her brother, she was only a baby in her mothers arms, but the face of the man was riped out. Dax sighed and returned to Blaine's side.
"So, they think Kira did it, huh?" Zane chuckled.
Dax nodded. "Thankfully."
"You don't feel the competition?" Zane asked.
Dax glanced at Blaine before leaving the room to the hallway, closing the door slightly. "What competition?" He hissed. "There is none!"
"Oh? But they think Kira did it. You don't get any glory."
"There is no glory in killing someone."
"Except that you protected your girlfriend."
"My friend."
"She's a girl, is she not?" Zane chuckled.
Dax sighed. "Whatever. Look, it will not happen again."
"You can't hide from me, Dax. I saw the look in your eye when you used the notebook. Sure, you were shocked and a bit terrified, but I saw the wonder in your eyes."
"I'm not happy about this." Dax stated angrily.
"I'm not saying you are, but I know that you're interested even more with what that notebook can do." Zane said.
Dax sighed. "So what if I am? I'm a monster now. If Blaine ever found out, she'd hate me."
"She doesn't need to know, does she?" Zane asked mysteriously.
Dax eyed the creature carefully before returning to the room. He found her sitting up, leaning against the wall. He gasped, but quickly recovered. "B-Blaine...do you feel better?" He asked.
She shrugged as she held her head with one hand, her other arm laying over her knees that were pulled to her chest. "Wh-Who were you talking to?" She murmured. She hadn't made out any words, but she could hear Dax talking.
"It's not important." Dax laughed and sat down beside her. "That was a short nap, did it help any?" He tried again.
She shrugged again. "It still hurts... and my head is still pounding... but I can sit up now." She murmured.
"Do you want any advil, or water?"
Blaine nodded. "I-If you don't mind..."
Dax shook his head and disappeared out of the room. He fetched the water perfectly fine, and took Blaine's directions to finding the advil. He returned five minutes later and hand her the contents. "Here you go."
Blaine gave him a weak smile as she took the glass and quickly downed the pills before setting the water on her nightstand. She sighed deeply before looking at Dax again. "I-If you want, you can go now..." She murmured, leaning her head back against the wall with her eyes looking up at the ceiling.
Dax shook his head. "Concussions can last a long time. I want to make sure your can take care of yourself, or at least until your brother returns."
Blaine frowned. "But now I'll be costing you money for a night you don't spend in the hotel.."
Dax shrugged. "Hotel room verses my best friend with a concussion; it's not a really hard choice."
Blaine laughed softly before wincing. "I-If you say so." She murmured, closing her eyes again.
The following morning, Blaine slowly sat up in bed, gripping her head. She winced as she climbed from the bed and to her mirror. She removed the gauze and inspected the wound. She sighed deeply and moved to the bathroom, taking a quick shower to rinse out the blood before heading towards the livingroom. She smiled softly when she noticed Dax sleeping soundly on the couch. She decided to make breakfast for the two. She breifly wondered how long he had stayed up - he had never been one to sleep in. She shrugged as she made a simple egg breakfast with sasuage and toast. She brought the two plates to the livingroom and set Dax's on the table as she moved his legs to sit down beside him.
"Dax, wake up." She murmured, shaking his leg slightly as she shoved an egg in her mouth.
Dax groaned lightly and rolled over onto his side, moving his arm to shield his face from the light. Blaine turned on the T.V before shaking Dax's leg again. "Food will get cold." She smirked, taking another bite of her food. Dax still didn't respond.
Blaine laughed lightly as she turned her attention to the television. Her face twisted in confusion as she read the caption at the bottom of the screen.
"Kira Strikes Again!" was what it said. As she listened to the reporters, she realized it was speaking of three males found dead. One in the park and the other two just outside it. Her eyes widened as she sat her plate gently on the table as she lightly shook Dax's leg again. "D-Dax... w-were those... the men who hurt me?" She asked nervously, her eyes locked on the screen.
Dax stirried slightly and turned to look at the television. His eyes were patly closed and he looked up at Blaine. "You're awake..." He murmured and rubbed his eyes.
She rolled her eyes. "And made you food. Now eat it and answer my question." She sighed. "Are those the men?" She asked again, pointing toward the screen.
Without answering, Dax swung his legs over the edge of the couch and reached for an egg, stuffing it in his mouth. His eyes looked over the three mens pictures showing through the screen as the reporter talked. They suspected that the three had been killed by Kira. They each had criminal records, and all three had a heart attack; the situation screamed Kira. But why it had happened in a Tokyo park, that was the question. Dax swallowed the food in his mouth and turned to look into Blaine's questioning eyes. He nodded slowly.
Blaine carefully ran her hand through her hair, avoiding her wound as she laid back against the couch. "That's why you're not dead or hurt." She murmured. "Why didn't you just tell me they dropped dead?" She murmured, looking over at him.
Dax gulped and scratched his cheek, laughing nervously. "I don't know..."
"He thought you were going to think Kira was him." Zane chuckled.
Dax bit his lip and diverted his eyes. "I-I thought that you might've thought I was Kira and hate me."
Zane chuckled. "You're just a plagarizer, aren't you?"
Blaine's eyes widened and she shook her head. "Of course not, Dax. I'd never think something so crazy."
Dax frowned and lowered his head. "I-I'm sorry, Blaine." He murmured under his breath.
Blaine shook her head again and reached her hand out to grab his cheek. She pulled his face over to look at her. "Don't worry about it, alright?" She smiled softly. "As I said, I'm just glad you're okay... alright, Dax?"
Dax tried to smile and lowered his head again. He reached for another egg and stuff it into his mouth. Zane chuckled mockingly from the side, eyeing Dax carefully and smirking at Blaine. "If only she knew."
Dax gritted his teeth and ignored Zane. Blaine sighed and frowned as she wrapped her arms around Dax. "Stop being so upset. Just forget about it. There's nothing that could connect either of us to this."
Dax turned his head from Blaine and sighed.
"Alright." He murmured after a a few seconds and turned to smile at Blaine. "I'm glad you don't think I'm Kira." He said. Zane chuckled again.
Blaine smiled softly. "I know it's impossbile. Kira was proved to live in the Kanto region, and you clearly lived in Canada."
Dax shrugged and scratched his head. "Yeah, I guess so." He chuckled.
Zane chuckled. "You're lucky this time, Daxter."
Suddenly, the realization that Blaine had his arms around him caused Dax to blush lightly and look away. "Thank you for the breakfast." He murmured.
Blaine smiled and finally pulled her arms back. "I hope it was... good enough. I'm sure it sucked compared to what you usually would eat." She said, letting out a nervous laugh.
Dax shook his head and turned to Blaine. "No, it was very good." He smiled.
Blaine blushed faintly and avoided his gaze. "I-I'm glad then."
Dax chuckled lightly and turned back to eating the rest of the food Blaine had cooked. An hour after Blaine and Dax had finished their breakfast, Dax left back for his hotel room. While Dax was gone, Blaine decided to take some advil to help with the pouding still going through her head. She finally flopped on the couch and found herself drifting off into sleep as she waited for Dax to come back.
Dax quickly showered and returned to the desk in the hotel room. He glanced at the papers he was to read and tossed it aside when he pulled the notebook form the bag. He looked it over and opened it up to look at the names. The writing was messy do to the pressure during the circumstance, but you could still read the names. The fact the Blaine thought that it was Kira who had killed the three, relieved him slightly; but the fact that he had lied to her, though he promised never to hurt her, made him feel guilty. He sighed as he flipped the television on. He hadn't wanted to have to pay for the television, but he wanted to watch the news. This was what Kira had done, didn't he? He watched the news for criminals and wrote their names down.
A reporter was talking about the current weather in Tokyo, and how it was ideal weather to go for a swim. He continued to watch, waiting for something to come up of more excitement. It was half an hour later when a news reporter was cut off to bring attention to a bank robbery. It was showing some drunk guy standing in the middle of the room, holding his gun to the clerks head. The name was shown under a picture of the man on the bottom right side of the screen. Dax sighed and glanced at the notebook. Maybe Kira was watching; maybe Kira would be the one to kill him. Minutes past and the police were trying to advance, but the man was insisiting that they should stop. His finger stiffened on the gun's trigger and the woman was screaming. Dax gritted his teeth and quickly wrote the name down in the book. The woman bit the man's hand and the guy jerked back, pushing her to the ground and pointing the gun at her head. Her eyes widened, but before the man could pull the trigger, his body began to shake; a heart attack. He fell over and the police rushed over to him, kicking the gun away and placing the handcuffs around his wrists. Seconds later, they realized that he had had a heart attack.
Dax's eyes widened and he looked at Zane before shaking his head. "Maybe it was Kira after all..."
Zane chuckled and shook his head. "You just wrote his name down."
"Maybe Kira wrote it down a few seconds before me." Dax said and ran his hand through his hair.
Zane shook his head again. "You know it was you."
The notebook stared back at Dax, and Dax pushed the book away, pulling the school papers in front of him and beginning to read the rules to distract his mind. The entire day, he spent reading through the papers until nightfall came and he fell asleep at his desk.
It was late at night by the time Blaine woke up. When she realized Dax wasn't there, she reached for the phone and dialed his cell phone number. Dax jerked awake and quickly rummaged for his phone. It took him a while to find it in his bag, and he thought that he might've missed the call, but he picked up just on time.
"Hello?" He asked a bit tired-like.
"Dax, wh-where are you?" Blaine asked nervously.
"In my hotel room..." He murmured. "Why? Is everything alright?"
"W-Well yeah, it's just you said you'd come back..." She blushed faintly and sighed. Why was she being so paranoid about what Dax was doing? He'd probably be better off than she would.
"O-oh...I'm sorry about that, Blaine. I fell asleep reading school papers." He chuckled. He turned to look at the clock and found that it was now eight at night. "How's your head?"
"Better." She murmured. "Sorry to have bothered you..." She sighed.
Dax groaned. "No, it's alright. It's about time I woke up, I have no idea when I fell asleep. I still have a few things to do anyways."
Blaine nodded. "I just woke up myself..." She murmured. "W-Well, I guess I'll let you go if you're busy.."
"We can talk if you want." Dax stated and sat back down in the desk chair, drapping his arm over the back of the chair, lifting his feet to rest on the corner of the desk. "You sound a bit down."
Blaine shrugged and sighed. "N-not really... just... ah... no... I'm really fine..." She tried to pull off a laugh, but it just came out shaky.
"Blaine, please tell." Dax frowned. "Is something wrong?" He was starting to worry that her condition was getting worse.
Blaine sighed again and rolled onto her side, staring at the T.V screen she had left on when she drifted off. "It's nothing, Dax." She whispered, reaching for the remote to change the channel.
Dax sighed and pushed back onto the back chair legs. "Is Chris back?"
"No. He still appears to be out." Blaine said.
Dax grunted and there was a moment of silence. Blaine sighed again and sat up, running a hand through her hair before grunting in pain. "Ow..." She murmured. She had accidently hit her wound, and when she pulled her hand away, she noticed it was bloody. "Crap.." She murmured, getting up and looking down at the couch. There was a fairly large blood stain now and she quickly flipped the cushion before going to grab a towel - she hadn't realized it was bleeding again. Maybe that was why she felt dizzy again.
Dax raised an eyebrow. "Are you alright, Blaine?" He asked, sitting forward.
Blaine was shaking her head however she responded, "Yeah... I ah... the wound is bleeding is all..." She murmured, wincing. "Maybe I should go to a doctor..." She whispered to herself, breifly forgetting she was on the phone as she held the towel tighter to her head.
Dax shook his head. Sweater in hand, and phone to ear, he left the hotel room and began to head for Blaine's house. "I'm coming over." He stated.
Blaine's eyes widened. "Wh-What? Why? I said I was fine!" She stuttered, slumping against the wall for balance as she beagn to grow even more dizzy; she figured it was from the blood loss.
"I don't care, I'm coming over. Stay on the phone until I get there." He murmured and began to jog for his car in the hotel parking lot. He didn't particularily like cars but he had had decided to buy one anyways. He liked walking more, and had been thinking about selling it before he suddenly decided to move to Tokyo. It was a large city, so he decided to keep it just incase; and now was the time it came in handy.
Blaine groaned, somewhere between annoyance and pain as she slid down the wall. "B-But you said you were busy..." She murmured, starting to feel herself on the verge of fainting.
"It can wait." He stated as he reached into his pants pocket and pulled out the keys, unlocking the door and jumping in. He started the ignition and pulled out of the parking space. "I'll be there in a minute or two."
Blaine gave up resisting. She nodded slowly. Her eyes fell shut as she mumbled something that made no sense before she fell foward from the wall, dropping the phone and falling unconsious again.
Picking up the speed, Dax drove through the streets until he reached her house a few minutes later. He pulled beside the house, turning the car off and jumping out. He slammed the door shut and ran for the door. When he opened the door and raced inside, he noticed her laying on the floor against the wall. There was a towel in her hand near her head that was nearly soaked with blood. He shook his head and moved to pick her up in his arms, quickly carrying her out to his car and putting her in the front seat. He raced off to the hospital and rushed her inside. A doctor took her into a room and Dax followed, but they made him wait outside. Fiften minutes later, Dax was allowed in. She had an IV in her arm and her head was bandaged, her eyes closed.
"What happened to her?" The doctor asked.
Dax shrugged and glanced at Blaine. "Last night she was clubbed in the head by someone. I managed to get her home and bandaged up; her brother and I thoguth she would've been alright - just a concussion. She called me not too long ago and she had said that her head was bleeding."
"Why didn't you bring her in as soon as you could?" He asked.
"I thought I had it under control. A concussion doesn't necessarily need doctor attention, so I imagined that she would be fine."
"But you saw the wound, did you not? If you bandaged it..."
"Yes, I did. But it wasn't bleeding like that." Dax hissed.
The doctor eyed him carefully and left the room. The nurses stayed, watching Dax carefully. Dax ignored them and moved to Blaine's side. "Blaine?" He whispered.
She groaned slightly. He reached over to caress her cheek. "Blaine, you're going to be alright now." He murmured.
"I told you... not to come..." She whispered, a smirk playing at her lips.
Dax's expression turned blank. "I heard you drop, Blaine. I heard the phone hit the ground, I knew you weren't okay. I'm not just going to let you lay on the ground, hurt, like everything is alright."
"...Sorry to have been such a bother since you returned home." She murmured with a small laugh.
"It wasn't your fault, Blaine. You're not being a bother." He chuckled lightly and lightly stroked her cheek with his thumb.
She smiled softly and leaned into his hand. "Y-You're not going to leave me ... are you?" She whispered.
Dax rolled his eyes and laughed. "First you tell me I didn't need to come, now you're afraid I'm going to leave?"
Blaine blushed faintly and moved her face away from his hand. "Fine, don't take my offer." She murmured.
Dax shook his head. "I'll stay." He murmured.
"You don't have to if you don't want to." She murmured. "The doctors will look after me and make sure I remain stable..."
Dax sighed. "Do you want me to stay or not?"
"O-Of course I do." She whispered. "I h-hate hosptials..."
"Then I'm staying." He chuckled.
Blaine moved her face to look at him again and smiled softly. "Don't let Chris know I'm at a hospital..." She murmured, blushing faintly.
Dax nodded. "I won't." He whispered and moved his hand to her hand. "But he'll probably find out eventually."
Blaine shrugged. "Hopefully it wont be until after I'm back home." She glanced down at their hands and smiled before looking back up at Dax. "You're too kind, you know that? You're too soft-hearted for your own good."
Dax chuckled. "If I'm correct, that was one of the reasons you demanded me to be your friend."
Blaine blushed again and nodded. "Yeah, that was definately one reason..." She murmured.
The nurses had moved out of the room finally, and Dax smiled. "Nice bandage; you might start a trend." He chuckled.
Blaine narrowed her eyes at Dax. "Yes, 'cause this is so... beautiful, on me, right?" She sighed.
Dax chuckled. "Of course."
Blaine rolled her eyes and forced herself into a sitting position. "I-I just want to go home... I hate these places... they're eerie..." She sighed
Dax shook his head. "They want to keep you here for a night to monitor you. I'll stay, but I have to leave early in the morning."
Blaine shook her head. "I'm not staying here overnight."
"You have to." Dax sighed and moved a bit closer. "They need to monitor your wound." He said slowly, staring at her with a blank expression. "They don't care if you don't like it or not, they're making sure that you will be fine before they send you away."
Blaine searched his face before smirking. "What if I sneak out?"
"I don't think you could get very far with that on your head and an IV in your arm. Nurses and Doctors might think somethings up. Plus, you have me to get past." He chuckled and smirked.
Blaine stared blankly at Dax. "For one, I'd take off the bandage and pull out the IV, secondly, I could pass you easily." She smirked.
Dax shook his head. "I think I have a slight advantage considering your condition and mine." He frowned.
Blaine shook her head. "I'm not that dizzy anymore. I could pass you." She smirked again.
"Let's not try." Dax stated and ran his hand through his hair.
Blaine shook her head. "I'm up for it." She laughed before wincing.
Dax shook his head. "Blaine, stop fighting." He chuckled and turned to look at her eyes, determination filling them.
Blaine shook her head. "No. I. Hate. Hospitals!" She glared at him.
"I. Don't. Care!" He stated, his lips turning up into a smirk. "You're staying here." He laughed gently.
Blaine groaned and pulled the bandage off her head, feeling a small stitch mark where the wound was. She then went to reach for the IV to pull it from her arm. Dax widened his eyes and jumped to hold her down. "Blaine!"
She laughed slightly as she looked up at him. She pouted her lip. "But Daxer..." She pouted, trying to pull off puppy dog eyes.
Dax sighed and shook his head. "I'm sorry, Blaine, but I can't allow you to leave." He murmured.
Blaine shook her head as she tried to struggle against his strength. "All I need to do is pull out the IV... then I can get past you." She smirked.
Dax shook his head and forced her hands above her head. "You're not going anywhere." He said.
Blaine bit her lip as a faint blush covered her cheeks. "So you'd rather keep me imprisioned here?" She pouted again.
"You're not a prisoner here, but if you want to put it that way, then yes. I'm forcing you here against your will because I care about your well-being."
Blaine smirked. "You panicked when I dropped, didn't you?"
"Naturally." He replied and closed his eyes.
Her smirk grew. "Little Daxey is totally in love with Blainey." She teased before laughing.
Dax raised a brow as he stared down at Blaine. A blush had spread across her cheeks as she stared up at him smirking. "Another reason why you're not fine." He murmured.
Blaine scoffed. "I'm fine! Am I not allowed to tease you?"
"You may be teasing me, but it seems to be affecting you more." He chuckled.
Blaine blushed more and shook her head. "Shut up... I-I'm blushing because you have me pinned..."
Dax rolled his eyes. "I wouldn't be pinning you if you weren't trying to start a riot in the hospital."
She scoffed again. "Riot? I just wanna leave, how's that a riot?"
"If you try to run, everyone would be chasing you." He shugged. "Either way, you're not going anywhere."
Blaine smirked. "You don't think a group of nurses and doctors chasing after me would be funny?"
"It'd be hilarious, if there weren't others in the hospital with illness and injuries walking about and trying to rest." He replied.
Blaine shrugged. "Or, everyone could let me walk out calmly and there would be no need to disrupt the other patients."
"What happens if you were to go home, and in the middle of the night, you start to gush blood again?" Dax asked. "Or you are walking down the stairs and you pass out? I'm not letting you go, and neither is the hospital. You're staying the night."
Blaine sighed dramatically before looking away from Dax. "Fine..."
"Alright?"
She nodded. "Yes."
He nodded and slowly returned to his spot on the edge of the bed. "Okay." He said.
Blaine smirked and rested a moment. When Dax wasn't looking, she quickly pulled out the IV before looking at Dax to see if he noticed. Dax ran his hand through his hair and sighed, leaning back onto Blaine's leg. "You should probably get some rest now."
Blaine shrugged. "Not tired." She snickered quietly. She was waiting for the perfect moment to bolt out the door. Blaine sighed deeply as she reached her hand out to rest on top of Dax's head. "How mad would you be if I left this hospital?" She murmured.
"I'd be a little upset." Dax replied, closing his eyes and sighing.
Blaine frowned and bit her lip. She moved the arm that once had the IV in it to put in Dax's view. Dax sighed and turned to look at Blaine. "Something told me you weren't giving up." He murmured. "Are you going to run?" He asked, moving to stand.
Blaine sighed deeply but shook her head. "Not if it's gonna make you upset." She said under her breath.
Dax smiled gently. "Thank you." He murmured.
Blaine rolled her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest. "Whatever. But if those doctors try to put that needle back in, or wrap a stupid white bandage around my head, I'll shoot 'em." She murmured.
Dax's eyes widened and he looked out the door. "Your gun? It's here?" He asked frantically.
Blaine's eyes widened. "Wh-What do you mean, it's here? I always have it..." She narrowed her eyes. "You took it, didn't you?"
Dax's expression softened and he sighed with relief. "Right, I placed it on your table the last night." He chuckled.
Blaine narrowed her eyes even further. "How dare you?" She hissed, a playful look in her eyes.
"I'm just glad you don't have it right now." He said and sat back down on the edge of the bed. "That in itself would cause a riot."
Blaine shrugged. "Riots are fun. Ever been in one?" She chuckled.
"Unfortunately." Dax replied. "Anyways, rest."
Blaine shook her head. "You may keep me stuck in here, but I'm not sleeping."
"Fine, but I am." He chuckled and laid down on the bed beside hers. He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and set an alarm for early in the morning before returning it to his pocket. "I'm sorry I might not be here when you wake."
Blaine smirked. "I may not be here when you wake up."
"Blaine..." Dax groaned and frowned.
Blaine avoided his gaze and shrugged. "Just saying."
Dax narrowed his eyes before standing back up and leaving the room. Ten minutes later he returned to meet Blaine just leaving the room. He shook his head and grabbed her wrist. "You're coming with me." He stated.
She raised an eyebrow. "Wh-Where are we going?"
He shook his head. "Follow." He stated and guided her out of the hospital after retrieving his own things. They walked to his car and she opened the door for her. "In."
Blaine nervously got into his car and waited for him to close the door and round the car to hop into the drivers side. "Wh-Why are you acting so suspicious?" She murmured nervously.
"Since you're not going to listen to me, I'm taking you to an underground lair where I'm going to pin you down and torture you until you learn to obey me." He explained, as he slipped in on the other side and turned the ignition. The car started and the doors locked. He turned to smirked at Blaine.
Blaine let out a nervous laugh before glaring at Dax. "Stop acting creepy. Where are you going to take me?"
Dax chuckled. "I told you where I'm taking you. And I have an apprentice; he's in the back seat right now, staring in your direction."
Zane chuckled and rolled his eyes. "So, you're hinting at me now, huh? Bold."
Blaine shook her head. "D-Dax... stop..."
"What?" Dax chuckled and quickly passed the cars ahead.
Blaine sighed deelply and crossed her arms over her chest as she slumped in the seat. "You're freaking me out a bit..." She murmured.
"You were freaking me out when you were going to run around Tokyo, at night, with a very bad wound and a concussion. Plus the fact that you're female, and the reason we got into this whole mess was because of a man and his sexual desires." Dax stated and turned to look at Blaine. "Still freaked out?" He asked.
Blaine shrugged. "I guess not. But can you at least tell me where we're actually going? First you say you don't want me leaving the hospital, then you're the one who pulls me from it." She smirked. "That's why I'm a bit creeped out - it just seems unlike you, unless you do have some plan of tieing me up to keep an eye on me."
"Did I not say that was my plan?" He asked, turning to look at Blaine once again with a twinkle in his eye.
Blaine rolled her eyes playfully. "But I know you're kidding."
"Do you?" He asked as he pulled into his hotels drive way. He unlocked the doors and climbed out, moving around to the other side and opening the door. "Out." He stated. Once she was out, he shut the doors, locked it and they both started for the front door.
Blaine sighed deeply as she followed Dax, thankful that this time she wasn't dizzy or bleeding. "I'm pretty sure..." She murmured.
Dax chuckled at Blaine and led her up to his room. "You're not going to try to escape from here, are you?" He asked.
She smirked. "No. It's not a creepy hospital. But... why'd you bring me here? Taking me home would have had the same effect." She laughed.
Dax shrugged. "I figured my place is closer. I need to get to bed soon, it's getting late and I have a busy day tomorrow." He chuckled.
Blaine smirked. "I can't just stay here if you leave..." She murmured. "I'm not even paying to be here."
Dax shrugged. "Rooms already paid for. But if you leave the room, you can't get back in." He said and begun to make his bed on the couch again.
Blaine sighed. "D-Dax... I-I don't have clothes again, and I feel bad taking your bed. I imagine - You even slept on the couch last night!" She shook her head and pointed to the bed. "Take the bed, Dax!"
Dax shook his head and disappeared with some clothes into the washroom. Ten minutes later he returned, his hair wet with shorts and a T-shirt on. He threw the clothes in his hands down onto the ground near his suitcase and laid down on the couch. "Night." He said and closed his eyes.
Blaine rolled her eyes and moved to the couch. She sat down on his stomach. "Night." She smirked, leaning her back against the back of the couch as she closed her own eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.
Dax opened his eyes to peer up at Blaine. "Blaine..." He murmured. "You're wounded, don't make me fight you." He chuckled.
"Why don't you just write her name down?" Zane asked.
"What?" Dax sat up, pushing Blaine into his lap as he turned to look at Zane standing beside the desk. He was pointing to the notebook. "I wouldn't do that!" He stated and turned to look at Blaine, his eyes wide.
Blaine raised an eyebrow. "I may be hurt, but I'm considering putting you into an asylm..." She reached up to feel his forehead. "Are you alright, Dax?" She asked, a hint of worry in her eyes.
He nodded his head and managed to free his legs underneath her, moving over to the desk to look at the papers. "I just remembered something." He laughed gently, moving his hands across all the papers. He moved them into a pile with the notebook in the middle and began to look through the papers. He chuckled lightly and held one of the papers up. "Right." He stated and put it back into the pile before stuffing it into his bag. "I don't want to forget these." He said and returned to stand in front of Blaine. "Now can you please move?" He asked.
Zane chuckled. "Nice cover-up. Don't want her seeing your friend?"
Dax's eye twitched. Friend? Definitely not.
Blaine raised an eyebrow at Dax before smirking and laying down on the couch, pulling the blanket he discarded around her body. "Nah, I'm good. You go enjoy the bed." She chuckled.
He shook his head and slipped his arms under her, picking up her protecting body and carried her to the bed. "You need the bed more than I do." He laughed and quickly moved back to the couch, pulling the covers over himself. "I insist."
Blaine shook her head. "Dax!" She growled, moving over to him. She was about to sit on him when she decided to curl up beside him instead. She smirked and closed her eyes as she waited for his reaction.
Dax's eyes widened as he looked at Blaine's face inches from his. His face begun to heat up and he turned his eyes away. Zane chuckled. "She's a bold one." He stated.
"B-Blaine..." he murmured and pushed himself up with his arm. "We both can't fit on this couch."
Blaine smirked. "I'm laying here, aren't I? We can fit." She chuckled.
Dax sighed. "Please, Blaine." He murmured, keeping his eyes looking away.
Blaine smiled and reached her hand up to touch his cheek. "Then either, go take your bed, or you're sharing the couch." She smirked. "What's so wrong with sharing a bed with me anyway? What if my concussion gets bad again? You wouldn't know if I was over there in that bed." She pretended to pout.
Dax sighed. "I can't share a bed with a beautiful woman like you, Blaine." He murmured. "I'm insisting in you taking the bed, especially since you're a woman with a concussion." He said and sighed again.
Blaine blinked in surprise as she slowly pulled her hand back. "Y-Your reasoning, i-is because I'm a "beautiful woman"?" She murmured.
Dax nodded and laughed. "Yes, because you're a beautiful woman." He repeated.
Her face turned bright red as she turned around so her back was to Dax. "N-No I'm not..." She murmured.
Dax sighed and jumped over her body, picking her back up in his arms and carrying her over to the bed. He placed her gently on the bed and placed his hand on her cheek. "You're beautiful, and that's why I can't share this bed with you." He chuckled and leaned over to kiss her forehead. "Alright?"
Blaine quickly wrapped her arms around Dax's torso and pulled him onto the bed, forcing him to lay beside her. She smirked. "This is a lot bigger than the couch." She snickered, ignoring his question as she held onto him tightly, trying to surpress the blush trying to keep on her face from the kiss he placed on her forehead.
Dax sighed and shook his head. "I'm not sleeping here." He murmured and tried to push her shoulders back. Her grip was tight and he didn't want to hurt her, so he sighed in defeat.
She smirked and rested her head on his chest. "Please sleep here..." She whispered softly.
"I can't..." He murmured and closed his eyes.
She shook her head. "Why not? Theres nothing wrong with it, Dax." She murmured.
"I already told you..." He whispered and placed his arm under his head to prop it up.
Zane chuckled. "It seems like you will be sleeping there tonight." He said.
"Nope..." Dax murmured.
"Dare I say again...bold." He chuckled and shook his head.
Blaine frowned. "You leave, I'll just follow." She murmured.
Dax shook his head. "I'll tie you down before you can." He chuckled.
Blaine smirked. "I'd like to see you try, you don't even have rope." She murmured, burrying her face in his chest a bit further. "You brought me here, and as your guest, you need to meet the guests wishes. My wish is that you sleep here... please, Dax..." She murmured again, her face heating up.
"You're also a guest that I have to treat well..." He whispered and then shook his head. "Why do you want me to sleep here so badly?" He asked.
Blaine blushed more. "I-I like your company... is it so wrong to just want to curl in your arms and sleep?" She whispered, almost hoping he hadn't heard her.
Dax reopened his eyes to look down at the top of Blaine's head. His face heated up and he looked out the window. "It may be easy for you to do something as easy as that, but it isn't as easy for me." He murmured and stroked her hair gently.
A scoff came from Zane and he shook his head. "I'm not one for this lovely-dovey stuff." He said. "See yah." He rolled his eyes and left through the window.
Dax almost called out to Zane but thought better of it and sighed. Blaine finally let go of Dax and flipped over so her back was now to him. "Fine, then don't." She murmured. "Sorry, I guess.'" She whispered, closing her eyes and pulling the blankets around her.
Dax sighed and rolled over onto his back. He stared up at the roof for sometime before rolling back onto his side and wrapping his arm over Blaine. "I'm sorry, Blaine." He whispered and kissed the side of her head. "I don't want to upset you..." he whispered. "But I don't want to hurt you either..."
"How will sleeping here hurt me?" She murmured tiredly.
He gulped. "I-I don't want to hurt someone whom I love, and whom loves me back." He whispered.
Blaine's eyes widened as she looked out the window. "I-I still... don't get how that connects..." She murmured nervously.
Dax sighed. "I don't want to do anything to you, Blaine." He murmured. "Anything you or I'd regret."
She let out a sigh. "So you think sleeping here would be something to regret down the road? Is that it?" She murmured. "If you really don't want to sleep here, then don't." She sighed again, letting her eyes fall shut.
"Blaine, please don't be angry." He whispered.
"I'm not angry." She murmured.
"You sound angry." He murmured. "If not angry, upset."
Blaine shrugged. "Don't worry about it. You have to get up early, remember?" She murmured. "You need sleep more than I do..."
Dax shrugged and held her closer. He closed his eyes and rested his head against the back of hers. Blaine tensed slightly in his arms. "D-Dax?" She murmured, slightly confused. Dax ignored her question and snuck his arm underneath her, holding her tightly against himself.
"Yes...?" He asked quietly.
"I-I thought you didn't want to do this...?" She replied, her face heating up as she suddenly felt protected and warm in Dax's familiar arms.
Dax sighed and moved his head so that his mouth was near her ear. "I said I don't want you to be upset." He whispered.
"But I don't want to make you uncomfortable..." She whispered back.
Dax shook his head. "I'm not...u-uncomfortable." He whispered.
She smiled softly and laughed. "Told you it wouldn't be that bad." She whispered before biting her lip. "Dax, c-can I ask you something?" She murmured softly.
"Hm?" He breathed and tightened his arms slightly more.
"Wh-What would you do if Kira ever killed me?" She whispered, shifting a bit.
Dax's body stiffened momentarily and his lip turned up into a smirk. "I'd kill him."
Blaine smiled softly and grabbed his hand that was hanging over her body. She brought it to her lips and kissed the top of it softly before putting his arm back to where it was. "Did you ever date while in Canada?" She whispered softly.
Dax shook his head. "I wasn't really interested in dating." He replied. "I was too focused on my schooling, and with the pressures of my family, I had no time to date." He replied.
Blaine nodded slowly. "Good..." She said under her breath, a blush sneaking onto her face once again.
Dax chuckled and pressed his lips to her head. "I also only focused on you like I said." He muttered.
Blaine blushed more and nodded. "Would y-you ever be interested in dating now?" She whispered, her voice a bit shaky with nervousness.
"You?" He whispered and smirked.
She nodded slowly, biting her lip.
"Yes..." He muttered quietly and laughed lightly. "I'm going to assume that you'll say yes without my having to ask."
She laughed slightly and nodded. "Why, were you planning on asking sometime soon?"
"Well, with your frequently questions like these ones...I'm thinking you can't wait any longer." He chuckled.
Blaine buried her face in the pillow, her face feeling as though it was on fire. He laughed slightly. "So it's safe to assume that you would like to do the honours of being the only woman in my life?" He whispered.
Blaine nodded. "D-Do you have yo say it li-like that though?" She murmured, trying to burry her face further.
Dax chuckled. "Why not? You are a woman..." He murmured.
"W-Well yeah but..." She trailed off and sighed deeply. "Y-Yeah, I do anyway..." She murmured into the pillow.
Dax smiled. "I knew you'd say yes."
Blaine sighed and flipped in his arms so she could lean her face into his chest with her arms around his torso. "Now will I have to fight you in order to share a bed?" She smirked.
He laughed. "You may just have to."
Blaine rolled her eyes playfully. "Oh well, I know I will win." she whispered, a yawn escaping her lips.
"Really?" He chuckled and shrugged. "Guess I'm losing."
Blaine nodded and smiled. "Goodnight, Dax." she laughed, curling closer.
"Goodnight." He murmured.
The next morning, Dax woke up on the couch. He had originally fallen asleep in the bed waiting for Blaine to fall asleep, but he woke up in the middle of the night and moved to the couch. He sat up to peer over the back of the couch but found that Blaine wasn't there. He raised a brow and searched around the room, but she was no where in sight. Although, the bathroom door was shut. he heard the toilet flush and a few seconds later, Blaine appeared in the bathroom door frame.
"Meanie." she smirked, moving to the bed and flipping down on it.
Dax chuckled. "I'm sorry, I had to."
"Does that mean you didn't mean what you said last night?" She asked, glancing at him with a smirk.
"I meant everything I said last night." Dax stated and stood up, stretching his arms above his head and yawning. The clock read six a.m.
Blaine laughed and nodded as she turned onto her stomach. "Then I think I should take you to an asylum." She chuckled lightly and shut her eyes.
Dax rolled his eyes and laughed. "Call me crazy, but I wasn't the one who insisted that a healthy, fully grown male should share a bed with an injured woman. You're the one who should be going to the asylum." He chuckled.
Blaine smirked. "Chris tried to put me in an asylum once... He ended up with a black eye." She chuckled.
"But would you try to knock me out?" He smirked.
Blaine smirked and shrugged. "Depends what asylum you try to drag me to." She laughed.
"You have favourites?" He snickered and moved over to his suitcase, opening it and looking through it for a change of clothes.
Blaine just laughed and dropped the subject. "When are you leaving?" She asked, turning to look at him.
"Classes begin at seven thirty, so I have an hour." He replied.
Blaine nodded. "Because of the concussion, I'm going to take a few extra days off work." she murmured. "I don't want to risk passing out in the middle of a tattoo or piercing..."
Dax nodded. "No need in losing your job."
She nodded and yawned. "When do you want to speak to Chris about the house?"
Dax shrugged. "I could possibly come over tonight after work."
Blaine smiled and nodded. "So what do I do with the hotel after you leave, or are you kicking me out?" She laughed.
Dax shrugged. "Do with it what you wish; just try not to run up the television bill. If you leave, you won't be able to get back in, so make sure you have your things."
Blaine smiled and nodded. "Then I'm going back to sleep for a bit." She murmured with a yawn. "Good luck on your first day." she yawned again.
