A/N: Hi everybody! :D First off, happy holidays! I know I can say that later on when it gets closer to the time, but I'll probably forget (cause ya know meh XD), so I'm saying it now. ^^ I want to make it a point that I'll upload something for Christmas, either this or another fanfiction of mine. ^^ I wanted to let you all know that I have seen the end of my fanfic! It's fully written out in my head! *choir sings* I'm so happy. ^^ BUT! I must ask, since I don't ever have the time to proof read anything anymore (can't you guess by the train wreck below?), I was wondering if anyone would like to be a BETA for this and other fanfics. Know this though, my other fanfics consist of other ratings, such as M for sex related stuff or drug abuse or violence or whatever else pops into my head at the time. XD So, if you're still willing to, I'm looking for a BETA. PM me if you're willing to! :3 Okay! That's all I have for now!
メリークリスマス！みな bye bye！
-Misty
Potent
Chapter 9:
Let's Hear it all
It was the first time in a week that Yoite and I slept in the same bed. The sweet nirvana of being held by him; of being in his arms in a tight embrace and cuddled under the blankets was soothing and something I desperately needed after this whole ordeal. When I woke up, getting to see him with a peaceful face, relaxed and warm, was something that could have easily put me right back into sleep if it wasn't for Reimai's words from yesterday.
A couple of hours after she had first met with us (and ultimately ruined my moment with Yoite), she met with us again, saying that the three we had been missing would be in the hospital down in the refugee camp. It was safer for them. They needed to disappear, because the government would be targeting anyone still alive and torturing them for answers. I agreed frantically, saying that we'd all meet up near noon the next day.
Well, it was eleven thirty-six, so said the clock on the wall, so I considered it best for us to start moving. I push myself up onto my elbow and bend down to brush hair out of Yoite's face and press my lips to his warm and slightly red cheek.
"Yoite," I murmur fondly. Yoite has always been a light sleeper, so it doesn't surprise me when his eyes flutter open and stare dizzily at everything around him. "I'm sorry for waking you up, but I thought you'd like to see Yukimi at the hospital." I whisper. Yoite takes a moment to rub his eyes and register the words into his head, but once that's done, he nods his head eagerly and sits up.
"Okay," He mumbles and rubs his head.
"I'm sorry for waking you up," I apologize, guilty as ever for having to disrupt his peaceful slumber.
"Don't be… We get to see Yukimi and Hana, so that makes up for it." Yoite says, offering a small, weak looking smile, but it's a smile all the same, one I'm grateful for.
"Them and Thobari…" I mutter. I'm not so keen on meeting up with Thobari. Don't get me wrong; I'm glad and happy that's he's alive and has come out of that ordeal with only a few scratches, but he's way too clingy for my liking, and he only does it to me. Why? I don't really know.
I'm not sure if I want an answer, but at the same time, it'd be nice to know why he does it.
"Right, Thobari too…" Yoite agrees and sits up. I follow his actions, sitting up and stretching my arms over my head for measure. I feel the muscles in my back stretch and my spine crack, and it makes me sigh in relief. I don't think I've slept that well for a few weeks… Months.
"Well, let's get going then." I say as enthusiastically as I can for eleven in the morning. Yoite nods in agreement and steps out of the bed. While he goes to put on some warmer clothes, I simply slip my shoes on. I don't plan on being presentable, considering I won't be gone long and I am not trying to impress anyone. I'm only going to see the three of them at the hospital, so it's not like I need to pack my life with me.
Yoite, on the other hand, has been getting rather sick lately. It started with the sniffles and a small fever, which I easily passed off for as just stress induced, but I can't help but worry now. It may go away in a few days, but I can't help it. Just the fact that he has to wear warm clothes worries me, because that means his body can't retain heat?
What if this gets worse? What if he won't get better? Kotaro had said that the Kira technique was eating away at his life, and Shijima had said that he had willingly chose his own death when he picked up the deadly technique, so was this all the cause? Would it start out as a simple, everyday cold, and turn into something more threatening? Could this even be something that medicine could fix?
I was going to have to start looking into things. I needed to know more, and if there was a way to help Yoite then I would do it? I needed to help Yoite, because I wasn't just going to let him di-…
I don't even want to say his name and that word in the same sentence. It makes my throat swell shut and stops my breathing. It makes me feel dizzy and sick, like I'm going to vomit up nothing but dry heaves.
When had this happened? When had I started to feel like life without Yoite was going to make me asphyxiate? When had the idea of his death made me sick? I'll admit that I had been protective of Yoite since I first met him, but this is nuts, because Yoite can't live forever. I don't want him to die now, but I can't keep him alive for eternity… Can I?
Miss Fairy's words start ringing again. I know it's not her directly speaking to me, but just a simple memory. The Shinrabansou has been relatively quiet for a while. It surprises me that she hasn't said anything about the way I'm thinking, because, most of the time, she's all over me by this point.
"Are you ready, Miharu?" Yoite asks me from the door to our room. I jump slightly in place, his voice knocking me from my thoughts, but I push those depressing notions and forced a smile on my face. I couldn't let Yoite see through my façade, because what would happen if he did? Would he be mad? Angry? Would he be sad?
… Or smile?
Yoite had wished for erasure. Would that be what he wanted for? Would it make him happy if I did that for him?
Again, the Shinrabansou doesn't utter a word.
"Y-Yeah, I'm ready." I say and stand from the bed. I walk up to him, but I can tell that he's already questioning me by the look on his face.
"Are you okay, Miharu?" He asks me.
"I'm fine. I'm sorry; I just spaced out a little." For once I'm not lying. It's not the Shinrabansou and her usual crap, it really is just me spacing out, but my thoughts are not what I should be thinking in the first place.
"Are you sure? It's not the Shinrabansou, is it?" He asks. I knew Yoite would pick up on that at some point. Funny how now it's not actually her bugging me.
"No…" I don't want to say that she's been quiet, because that'll mean I'll tip him off to her talking to me this entire time. "I haven't heard her talk to me for a month." I say and push my way past Yoite and out the door.
"Her…?" Yoite questions, his blue eyes staying on me as he shuts the door behind him and follows me.
"Yeah, her." I say.
"You mean that it has a female form?" He asks, trying to catch up with my fast pace. I guess I am a little restless from spending so much time in our room, and I'm eager to see Hana, so I might be a little too excited. I try to slow down so Yoite doesn't have to run to keep up with me.
"Yeah, didn't I tell you before?" I ask, and then I remember that I never told Yoite about anything between me and the Shinrabansou. He has no idea on what we've said to each other or. He doesn't know that I've been talking to her on an almost daily basis; well, she was talking. I was doing my best to ignore her.
"No, you haven't said much about her…" He looked away from me when saying this, and I wondered for a moment if he knew I was lying. Should I have told him the truth? I never wanted Yoite to worry or feel any pressure whatsoever, but I never thought that he'd get hurt from that.
"Oh… Well there isn't much about her. She's an annoying pest who urges me to use her power." What, still no comment from my annoying pest? Odd…
"What does she look like?" Yoite asks as we finally step into the medical ward.
"She's got long, white hair, kind of wispy and it's always flowing. She's got this long yukata and…" I trail off as I think about it more. "She's a very netheril girl…She kind of looks like Shijima, now that I think about it." I mention.
It's true; Shijima, even Kouichi, kind of look like her. Granted, Kouichi only has the white hair and eyes that give off the resemblance, but Shijima is a near spitting image of her. The white hair and red eyes aren't natural either, so I wonder if they have anything to do with the Shinrabansou…
"Do you think…" Yoite begins, but he trails off.
"Do I think what?" I ask.
"… Do you think the Shinrabansou possesses its own identity because the user wishes it?" He asks hesitantly.
"What do you mean?" I tilt my head with curiosity.
"I mean… Do you think she looks the way she does because you imagined her to look that way?" He asks. I can hear the tiredness in his voice and I can already tell that talking this much while walking down through the hospital is hard enough on him.
"I never thought of it like that." I mumble. "It's true that I've always seen her that way. Even when I was younger and briefly possessed the Shinrabansou, she looked that way. She's never changed, in both physical form and mental." I roll my eyes and Yoite quietly chuckles with a small smile.
"She used to talk to you back then too?" He asks.
"All the time. I couldn't get her to shut up for five minutes." I drop my head with an annoyed huff of irritation. Is this how my life is always going to be like? Am I always going to have that annoying pest in my head?
"So… She possesses her own will and spirit?" He asks again, still as hesitant.
"Yeah… I wonder if that's something the user wishes for too?" I thought out loud, and then I laugh at the idea. "But then why would I want someone like her in my head? Her personality, her looks; why would I want any of that?" Honestly, why would I want any of that?
Wouldn't I want something or someone more comforting that her? I would think that the subconscious mind would ask for someone more familiar, like my mother or father? Although, I barely remember my father.
"Then maybe she just looks like that." Yoite suggests.
"That makes more sense…" I grumble. It falls quiet for a few moments before we reach the room we were told about yesterday. I see Kouichi and Reimai standing outside the door, talking and laughing with each other. Reimai catches our eyes quickly and starts waving at us; well, obviously her grudge against me for going after her brother is gone.
"There you are," Kouichi says in a warm voice. Ugh, another morning person, just what I need.
"Here we are," I grumble again and look away.
"Is Yukimi in there?" Yoite asks. I can hear the hope lace his voice, the hope he doesn't want to let other people in on. I can't blame him. Yukimi took Yoite in. I may not know a lot about what happened between the two, but it's obvious to me and probably everyone else who sees them that Yukimi is a very special person to Yoite.
"Yeah, all of them are. We already saw them, but you can go on in." Reimai says. She's a morning person as well, that much I can tell by her chipper voice and happy attitude. I'm not much of a morning person if you can't already tell.
"Alright," I say and walk up to the door. I pause for a moment, noticing something was off before I turn back and look at Yoite. He hasn't moved from his place, but only looked down and played with the ends of his gloves. I watch him for a moment, curious to why his head is low and he looks nervous before I finally speak up. "Yoite…?" He looks up, slightly startled, but then looks back down, a frown apparent on his lips. I step up to him and touch his shaking hands, but he doesn't look up again.
"What's wrong, Yoite?" I ask. Yoite fidgets in place, his fingers finding mine and lacing with them for a moment. I pull a little, trying to guide him to the door, but Yoite quickly pulls away and backs up a few steps. It's then that I see the fear flash across his face. It happens within a second and is gone even quicker, but I saw it all the same.
He's scared. Of what, I'm not quite sure, but he's scared. Could he be scared of seeing Yukimi again? I didn't think that would be it, because he had no problems worrying about him. It must have been what he feared when he would see Yukimi.
What would Yukimi look like? Was he covered in battle scars or did he have a few scratches? Was this what Yoite was thinking, because this is what I was wondering about him and the others too? I knew Hana had a broken leg, but how did she look? Did she and Thobari look like they have been through hell and back? It's what I am wondering, and I am sure that Yoite fears the same.
"Yoite…" I murmur before turning to Reimai and Kouichi. "How are their conditions?" I ask.
"Well besides Hana's broken leg, there's nothing serious." Kouichi answers, and I can tell that he is slightly confused as to why I would ask this.
"How do they look? Do they have any cuts or bruises?" I continue. Kouichi and Reimai exchange glances at each other, looking confused and a little lost, but Reimai speaks up before Kouichi can question me.
"Well, a few scratches and bruises, but it's nothing too serious." Reimai says. I look back at Yoite and offer him a warming smile, hoping that would be enough to make him feel better. Yoite's eyes flicker up for a moment, but then fall back to his hands, making me sigh.
"It's okay, Yoite…" I murmur, my hand going to rest on his upper on. This time he doesn't pull away, which makes me glad. He gets it, or, at least, he's trying to. I know that he's scared, and I am too. That much he has to know. "Come on," I say and pull again.
Yoite gives and steps forward, and this makes me smile. I knock on the hospital room door, to which I get a quick response from inside for us to come in. I open the door and peer in, and the first two I see are Yukimi and Hana. Hana is in bed, her leg elevated and in a cast. Yukimi is sitting in a chair beside her, and true to their word, all he's suffered from are scratches and bruises. He's got a pretty nasty scratch on his cheek, but I'm happy that it was just a scratch and not him missing a jaw. Noticing the missing person, I look around for him, and just as I do, Thobari seems to appear out of nowhere and scoops me up into his arms.
"Miharu! I was so worried about you! I thought you had gotten hurt or killed or trapped in rubble! I had no idea but I was so worried!" He cries as he spun both of us around. I screech and push at his chest, trying to pry my head out from his shoulder, but the hand on the back of my neck is pushing too much for me to break free.
"H-Hey, let me go!" I demand and kick around, but he practically sobs against me and refuses to let go.
"I'm so glad you're okay!"
"Thobari, you're choking the kid to death." Yukimi grumbles from where he sits.
"Thobari, honey, you're scaring him." Hana says. Thobari listens to her and finally drops me. I can't stop myself from gasping out for air when I'm free, grabbing the shirt covering my chest and pulling the collar of it so I can breathe better. I lean over against the wall for I can get a moment of respite, but my thoughts instantly trail. That moment of chaos pulled me out of my worry about Yoite, and my green eyes started looking for him.
He's still by the door, his eyes on the floor and his hands still by his lap. He's so awkwardly quiet, but I don't even know if he's looked up to look at Yukimi yet. He really is fine, so there should be nothing to worry about.
"Yoite," I call gently. He looks over to me, his head still low as he does so and making him look like he was glaring at me. I knew that wasn't the case, but anyone who didn't know would easily mistake it for that.
"I'm so glad to see that you two are alright. I was so worried about you." Hana muses, her hand reaching out for Yoite and I. I instantly step forward and take it, but Yoite doesn't move. Hana pulls me down so my head can rest on her chest and I take a moment to enjoy her running her fingers through my hair. "Come here, Yoite." She says gently to him and motions for him to come over to where we were.
Yoite slowly walks into the room and joins us by the bed. I watch him hesitantly reach a hand out and brush his fingers over hers, a gentle gesture that must take a lot of courage out of him. I can tell he's embarrassed just by the blush dusting his cheeks, a blush I'm sure he's aware of and wishes he can hide. Either way, Hana smiles to him and pats his hand, happy that he has finally relaxed to some degree.
"Um, hello…? What about me? I was in that shit too." Yukimi grumbles irritably. I see Yoite flinch when he speaks, and it makes just as much sense as it did before.
'I was right, it's Yukimi…' I think absentmindedly. I nudge Yoite with my elbow, provoking a response from him, and he stiflingly leaves our sides to go by Yukimi. Yukimi stands up on his own, wincing to the obvious muscles that are sore as hell (and I wouldn't blame him). I watch from my spot, my legs slowly climbing into bed with me so I can lie next to Hana. Meanwhile, Yoite steps in front of Yukimi, hands still by his lap and fiddling together in knots that I know he's trying to use as a distraction.
"… Are you okay, kid?" Yukimi eventually asks. I can hear it in his voice and tone. This must be hard on both of them. He's embarrassed just as much as Yoite is.
"Y-Yeah…" Yoite mumbles, his head low. Yukimi lifts a bandaged arm and pressed his hand down into Yoite's shoulder. Yoite stiffens from the contact once again, but he lifts his head to find Yukimi staring at him. Yukimi offers up an odd, weak, and pathetic smile, but it's there, and it's like a trigger for Yoite. He jumps forward and wraps his arms around Yukimi, his face burying in the crook of his neck and hiding in the hood of his jacket.
Yukimi stumbles backwards from the sudden force, but after gaining his composure, he wraps his arms around Yoite's waist and hugs him back. It's obliviously awkward, considering that his grip is flimsy and I've hugged Yoite with a lot more vigor and emotions than that, but he's trying.
I smile, because I know this is hard for both of them. Yoite more so than Yukimi, but it's the same. Yukimi took Yoite in, gave him a home; had I been through something like that, I think I would feel the same way as Yoite.
I distantly here the hospital room door shut before I drop my head back onto Hana's shoulder. I'm careful with doing it, because I don't know if she has any scratches or cuts anywhere else, but when she doesn't make a sound of pain, I take it as a sure sign that her broken leg is all that I have to worry about.
"Miharu," She murmurs in my ear. I lift my head off of her chest and looked up to her, receiving a bright smile near my head. "Could you go talk to Thobari for me?" She asks.
"Why…?" I answer with a question. She runs her fingers through my hair, pulling a small purr from me before rubbing my cheeks.
"I think Thobari feels… "Left out." I think it would be best if you talked to him." She didn't make any sense to me, but this was Hana asking a favor from me. I may not know what I'm doing with the Shinrabansou, but this is a wish I can grant on my own.
"Okay… I guess I can." I say and sit up. I look over to Yukimi and Yoite, and Yoite has finally released the blond ninja from his death grip. Yukimi's taken a seat back in his chair and Yoite has fallen into the one beside it. "Yoite, I'll be right back." I say.
Yoite nods his head in response, but his head is dropping onto Yukimi's shoulder and his eyes are slowly slipping shut. He must still be tired, so I don't blame him. I simply get up and leave the room, to which I see Thobari down the hall a little. He has a cigarette lit up, hanging between his lips as he smokes it. I've never seen Thobari smoke before; I didn't even know it was something he could or would do.
The smell makes my nose scrunch up as I approach him, but when he sees me, he doesn't do anything about it. When I realize this, I sit down beside him on the bench he's perched on.
"What's up?" He asks and breathes out smoke. I scrunch up my nose again to the smell when I breathe it in.
"You know smoking is bad for you." I say.
"I know, but it's just a terrible, old habit of mine." He mutters and then sighs. He lowers the cigarette by his knees, his back slouched over and his head hanging low.
"How old?" I ask while tilting my head to see his face better.
"Old. I picked it up when I was young, around your age I think." He explains.
"You're a great role model." I mutter.
"If I ever catch you smoking, I'll hang you by your toes." Thobari threatens me while waving said cigarette in my face. I wave my hand at him, trying to get rid of the offending smell.
"Didn't anyone ever bother to tell you that?" I ask and cough a little.
"Well when I picked it up, I didn't have anyone there to tell me it." The words were sad and somber, but he said it with such a calm expression. If he never had anyone to tell him that, then why did he say it like a normal, everyday saying?
"Why is that?" I ask. Thobari opens his mouth, like he's ready to answer, but then he shuts it. I see something unreadable go across his eyes, though it's akin to fear and anxiety pent up with mundane horror and nervousness. It goes away in an instant, and when it does, Thobari blows out a puff of smoke and stomps out the cigarette with the soul of his shoe.
"It's nothing," He grumbles. I watch him stand up to leave, but I still see the slump in his shoulders while he stuffs his hands into his pockets.
Now I get why Hana wanted me to come out here and talk to Thobari.
"Thobari," I call out. He stops and turns around, eyes sullen, but wide when he looks at me.
"What's up?" He asks.
"What are you hiding from me?" I ask. The look of surprise hits him fast, but I see those emotions of fear and horror pass through his eyes.
He's hiding something from me. Now that I recall it, hadn't Thobari tried one time to tell me something? Yukimi had stopped him, because we had to leave, but had he not, what was it Thobari had to tell me? Was it the same as what he's hiding from me now?
"What are you talking about, Miharu?" He hides his anxiety with a laugh, but he couldn't even fool a baby.
"I mean you're hiding something. It's really obvious, but you keep trying." I mumble. Thobari looks down at the floor and rubs the back of his neck.
"Is it that obvious?" He asks.
"Hana told me to talk to you about it." I confess. Thobari audibly groans before trudging his way over to the bench I'm sitting on and joins me. He plops onto his butt, his back falling against the wall and another groan leaving him. The smell of smoke still lingers on him, and it takes every ounce of willpower I have not to get up and step back a few feet. It's an overpowering smell, one I don't know how I've never smelled on him before.
"I was hoping to tell you later… Like, maybe when you remembered it on your own." He admits pitifully.
"I don't have that kind of time or patience, so spill it out." I say abruptly.
"... I-It was ah... You were still a baby and I was only a teenager at the time. Being a Tracker didn't even exist in my lifetime." He begins. "My father... He brought me to Japan to meet Asashi and Akatsuki... And you." He says.
I look away. I almost feel guilty for not remembering my father's name. That name was so foreign to me, but Asahi's name wasn't. Why was that?
"It was just before... Well, what happened... I had promised your mother I would look after you in case anything happened to her and Akatsuki."
"What happened?" I ask.
"Kotarou found us…" He murmurs. "Asahi was the one with the Shinrabansou, but she had never used it, and she had been in hiding to keep it safe. Somehow, though, he found us." He pauses a moment, swallowing, and I can already tell how hard this is for him. I put my hand on his back, trying to bring some comfort, but I don't know how much I can do for him this far into the pain. All I can do is listen and hope for the best.
"My father had created a way to remove the Shinrabansou from a body and place it into a scroll. We knew we didn't have much time, so we attempted the jutsu, but that was when Kotarou found us. The whole thing backfired. He… H-He went after you and…" He stopped, and I could tell that he was having a hard time continuing.
"He what?" I question. Thobari lets out a heavy sigh and lets his head fall.
"… He killed you, Miharu." He says.
My mind seems to freeze for a moment. It seems familiar. I don't know why, but it does.
"Your mother performed the biggest sin by bringing you back to life, but the Shinrabansou transferred into you when using it killed her. You were barely talking at the time… And he took the hijutsu from you... Everything fell apart, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it."
It's hard to think about. He was my age when he had to handle this. He had to see my parents die, and then me…
"I tried to get you to Ireland afterwards but I was too young and so were you. Your grandmother didn't approve of it and..." Thobari's shoulders seemed to suddenly sulk down to his feet as his face blanched. "And I couldn't get back on a plane... Not again..." He whimpered.
That's the thing that was most familiar. That fear of moving vehicles. What was that called again? Amoxa… Phobia? Was that it?
Thobari who still seemed too afraid of a moving vehicle to notice me. He only noticed me when I was barely inches from his face. I had to stand on my toes to get to him, but it didn't bother me. What bothered me was the still distant look on his face.
"Hey," That got his attention. He nearly jumped away from me but I had grabbed his face between my hands. I pulled him close to look at him.
... Yes. He looked very familiar. I don't know why I didn't think anything of it before; probably because I was so worried about keeping Yoite and I alive.
His high cheek bones, his dark blue eyes, that messy bed hair. He didn't seem comfortable with me being so close, but the longer I stayed like this, the more the face came back to me.
I let my thumbs go across his cheek bones and then his eyes which willingly closed. When they opened, I saw it.
That sixteen year old who took my hand with such a confused look on his face. The boy with the Irish accent who spoke two languages. The man I heard vow to keep me safe even if it killed him. He promised my mother with his life. He promised me.
It all came back to me.
"... Big brother..." I whisper. His eyes widen at what I said.
Yes. This is the guy I was told was like a big brother to me. I was so young I just assumed it was true and never questioned it. I never bothered to think about what was going on around me. I never bothered to worry about anyone other than myself, because I was young and naïve.
"It's you... Thobari, you..." His hands clasp over mine gently and he smiles at me, but I see the tears on the edge of his eyes. He's been hiding this for far too long, and I treated him like crap. I hadn't known. I hadn't remembered.
"... You must be tired..." I weakly smile and say.
This seemed to be something that set him off. He falls apart into tears. He drops to his knees and clings to my hands as he cries. He cries like on the day my mother's life was cut short. He cries as hard as he did when he held my little limp body in his arms. He cries like he did when he begged for my mother's life back.
I fall to my knees with him and drape my arms over his shoulders.
Yes. I remember the things I was too young to remember. I was too young and I had shut away the gore of my past, but as I thought about it, this was all I could think.
Because of what happened to me in the past made me who I am. I am Rokujo Miharu. Yeah, I wouldn't change that. Would I still have met Yoite if things were different?
"Stop crying, Thobari…" I mumble. Thobari clings to my hands and sobs, but I can hear him desperately trying not to cry anymore. It must be minutes before he does, leaving his eyes red and swollen and his nose pink like his cheeks. Somehow, though, he looks happy. He's happier than he is upset, and all of the tears are more relief than fear. I'm glad that I was able to do something for him, for once without the utter hatred I felt for him previously.
I really do wish I could turn back time somehow, because then I'd tell myself that he really is just trying to help me. He's been doing that since day one and I've been shutting him away. To think of how much pain I caused him makes me feel unbelievably guilty.
"S-Sorry, I'll stop…" Thobiar mumbles and lifts his head. He pats mine in return, offering a weak smile to me before standing up to sit back on the bench he'd fallen off of. I join him and sit down, one of my hands still holding his. I vaguely remember the sensation of it from when I was a kid, and it brings a sense of comfort.
I'm really not alone.
"Hey, kid, Thobari," Yukimi's voice suddenly rang beside up. I don't know how long he was standing there, but I'm not too happy to think that he heard and saw all of that. "You need to come see this." He says, and I notice how grave he sounds when he says it. I look back to Thobari, seeing him having the same reaction as me, which is utter confusion, before we both stand and follow him back into the room.
Yoite is sitting in a chair by Hana's bed and Hana is still right where she was last time. The two of them look at us briefly before their attention is stolen away by something.
"Take a look at this." Yukimi instructs while pointing to the tiny projector mounted on the wall. We do, and being projected is a symbol of a fan. "This popped up a minute ago." He says.
"What is it?" Thobari asks.
"Well hell if I know! We can't get rid of it though!" He bites at us.
"Just unplug it." I say.
"You think I didn't try? It's unplugged right now!" Yukimi walks over to the projector and pulls on its cord. True to his word, the thing is unplugged, leaving it to be running without a power source.
"What the hell?" I hear Thobari utter behind me.
"It's not going away either." Hana says. I look back really quick to her to see her holding Yoite's hand. She's not doing it to comfort him, but rather for him to comfort her. I find it sweet, but only momentarily before a voice suddenly speaks out.
"Good evening…" A dark, deep voice says. We can assume it's coming from the projector, because that could be the only place it's possibly coming from. "I'm sorry for the intrusion. I know you must be confused, but please allow me to explain…" This voice is utterly haunting. I can feel shivers going down my spine.
"My name is Hattori Tojuro."
A/N: In all honesty, because I had the idea in the beginning, Hattori was never coming up in this fanfic, but later on, since I was in such a writers block, he came back to mind and I was like, "I don't like you, so get in this damn fic." XD Now! Also to add, this fanfic may be on it's last few chapters. I may see how things work out in the end, but I'm pretty sure we're nearing the end. ^^ It also may abruptly jump into action. Just a warning. ^^' Another warning! Next chapter will be short. :1 ごめん