Takiko grabbed Limdo before he hit the ground, a freaked out expression written all over her face. Blood seeped into her grey tank top as she slung Limdo's arm over his shoulders. "CRIN, TOMITE, AND TAKARA!" she yelled as she shut the door and leaned Limdo against the wall, unbuttoning the rest of his soaking red/white shirt.
The door to Takiko's room opened and Crin and Takara's sleepy faces poked out, while Tomite's popped out of the game room. One glance at the situation snapped all three of them wide awake. Crin's face lit up with interest, Tomite's got serious, and Takara's got freaked out.
"Tomite lay out some dry blankets on the couch, Crin get me some clean towels, and Takara get me a first aid kit with a needle…" Takiko ordered as she flung the wet shirt onto the wooden floor and once again slung Limdo's arm around her shoulders as she dragged him slowly to the couch. He was heavy in male form!
Tomite ran back out of the game room with some quilts and spread them over the couch and as he did so, Takiko lay Limdo down on it. Crin ran out of the bathroom with towels dragging a pale looking Takara out of the bathroom with the first aid kit and needle. Takiko grabbed Limdo's legs and pulled them up onto the couch so He didn't have to be so uncomfortable.
Thick, oozing blood dribbled onto the couch as Limdo opened his eyes, probably from all the commotion. He smiled at the sight of Takiko's brown orbs, not noticing the worried look in them till she asked for a towel. Towel…why would Takiko need a…
Limdo gasped in pain as Takiko pressed down on his wound. "What are you doing?" He moaned as she released some of the pressure. She gave him a stern look.
"Trying to stop the bleeding, so quit whining!" she snapped at him as she pressed his wound again. She then added after he gasped in pain, "Mind you I'm no nurse, but the bleeding's stopping, I don't think it was as deep as it looked."
Limdo squinted as she pressed down again, this time holding the pressure. He looked into her face, her perfect, flawless…wait a second…
With his non-injured hand, he reached up to Takiko's cheek. "Takiko…have you been crying?" he asked with a soothe voice. Takiko paled for a second, but was silent. "Why were you crying?" He asked her again. Once again Takiko said nothing. She released pressure from the wound and motioned Takara over.
"Get the thread through the needle…" Takiko ordered turning her face away from Limdo, but he gently made her look back at him.
"WHY were you crying?" He asked again, concern filling his eyes. She gulped, but didn't say anything. Takara tapped Takiko's shoulder a few seconds later and held out the needle.
As Takiko grabbed the needle from Takara's hand, Tomite asked "Do you even know how to stitch someone up?" Takiko blushed a little bit, knowing she'd only stitched up a cat for a science class the year before…and the cat was dead. So she chose not to answer Tomite's question.
She threaded the needle through Limdo's skin, he gasped a little bit, but he didn't complain, considering she hadn't numbed anything. The cut wasn't all that big, but it looked to be a dagger wound, and a small one at that.
"There, that should hold till I can get a professional to come over and look at it." Takiko pushed herself up using the couch as a support beam. Limdo grabbed hold of her hand as she was walking away.
"Where are you going?" Limdo asked gently before adding "you still haven't told me why you were crying." He squeezed her hand, but she pulled her hand out of his.
Nervousness filled her senses as she turned back to gaze down into his misty silver eyes with her dreary brown orbs. She parted her naturally rosy lips to answer him, but instead of an explanation, she said something completely different. "You should know." Without another word, she turned her head and pulled her delicate small hand from his big rough one.
Takiko strode out of her living room and into her dimly lit hallway. She opened the door to her pitch dark room and stepped in, closing the door silently behind her. As the door shut, Takiko slid down the door into a crouching position. He was home, just what she'd asked…no, PLEADED for, yet all she could think about was how he hurt her. It was wrong of her to think so, she knew that. She shook her head from her grudging thoughts and stood once again, her hand extending out toward the light switch to flick her light on.
She opened the door to her master bathroom, its Brazilian brown countertops wiped clean of crumbs from her make up. A hair drier sprawled out across the counter, and a cherry wood cabinet door opened up to reveal other various hair supplies as well as a make up bag and as well as a few curlers. White, soft towels with her name engraved in black cursive hung from the towel racks, and white, fuzzy carpet tickled her feet as she made her way to look at her reflection in the gigantic mirror.
She was a mess. Her black hair hung in strangled strands, old dried up tear marks on her cheeks made themselves clear. Her Reagan t-shirt was stained with thick, wet, dark oozing blood. Her dreary brown eyes dropped with weariness, grey bags hung under her eyes. She lifted her hands to look at them. A little bit of dried blood hung on them, adding on to the disgusting smell of the fresh blood on her shirt.
Her face twisted into a look of distraught. Quickly she dashed into her room, tripping over her backpack as she headed toward her cherry wood dresser. She fumbled with the handles before finally grasping them and flinging the top drawer out with BANG! She snatched the first baggy shirt she saw and once again headed into the bathroom, this time avoiding the backpack.
Takiko shut the bathroom door and locked its golden lock before turning to face her once again in the mirror. She grabbed the ends of the bottom of her shirt and hurriedly changed into her baggy, clean, grey shirt before turning on the bathtub. She clogged the drain and watched as water filled the oval shaped tub; till she thrust the shirt she had been wearing into the clear water.
Instantly the water changed from clear to a watery reddish color, almost as if she'd added a few drops of food coloring into it. But she knew food coloring was far from what the liquid really was. Her mind only registered thoughts along the lines of that's my boyfriends blood that's washing off my shirt. MY shirt! She shivered at the as she turned the handles of the bathtub till the water ran from the gold faucet no longer.
She got up from her kneeling position and stared down into her hands. There was still blood on them too. A stressed whimper left her throat as she ran to her sink and turned the handles, letting the cold water run down her hands as she scrubbed them. After a couple minutes trickled by, Takiko turned off the faucet and looked up at her reflection. She wiped away the stray tears that had fallen from her eyes. He wasn't supposed to be hurt; he said he wouldn't make himself known to the enemy!
Takiko shook her head to clear her thoughts before turning once again and stepping out into the room. She stood there for a second staring at her king sized bed before shaking her head once again to snap her out of the trance sleep had placed upon her body. She glanced at the clock. 2 am it read in bright neon letters. She needed sleep, or she'd be rather cranky for her first concert of the season the following night.
Takiko started walking over to her bed, the soft carpet cushioning her bare feet with each step she took, as if she walked upon the clouds. Takiko was about halfway to her bed, not really paying attention to what was in her way. Obviously she should have been paying attention, for her toes caught on her back pack, causing her to fall flat on her face. She pushed herself up onto her elbows as she glanced back at her bag. The contents had spilled out onto the white carpet. The light green cover of her notebook caught her eye. (610) 239-7741 it read. A telephone number? Who'd put a telephone number on her notebook?
Takiko rolled over and used her arms to push herself into a sitting position. She reached into the jeans that she'd worn the day before and rum edged through the pockets, looking for her cell phone. Obviously someone had the nerve to put their number on her notebook, so maybe there was an important reason as to why they did it.
Takiko's fingers grasped the cold figure of the tiny cell phone that had lodged itself in her pockets. Her eyes looked back at the phone number as her fingers dialed the number.
BRING!!! BRING!!!!BRI—"H-hello?" the raspy voice of a male spoke over the line. Takiko gulped, sitting down on her bed.
"Um…who is this that left your number on my notebook?" Takiko asked with an unsure voice. Maybe she should have considered the time before calling.
"Uh well…uh…this is…gosh what my name is? Oh yea, it's Pumtret, sorry I'm still not awake yet…why are you calling so late Takiko?" Pumtret asked.
"My boyfriend came home about two and a half hour ago with a wound in his chest. I stitched it up, but it's not going to hold. Look I'm not a doctor, do you know of anyone who might be trained to do stitch him up? I need someone who will keep quiet about the wound though…maybe an herb to help the pain sub-side possibly?"
There was a pause, and then a groan from the other line before Pumtret answered. "Yea I know someone. His name is Sarin; he's sort of like my old friend. Urtin never liked him though. And Torv…well, Torv is just Torv. Anyways, he is trained in the medical department, and I know he'd keep quiet…actually he'd probably forget about it after he takes a nap. And as for the herb, I'll swing by along with him, my mother grows herbs. Think of it as… a family business if you will. Anyways, I'll drag Sarin over there around noon; does that sound alright to you?"
Takiko smiled and thanked him before bidding him goodnight. She sighed as she layed back on her bed, her body instantly relaxing to the point where she couldn't get up if she tried. Her mind wandered to the future day's problems, which already seemed to be piling up around her. She had to confront Limdo, get Crin and Tomite out of her house, and perform a successful concert for thousands of fans. As these thoughts played themselves in her head over and over again, she found her eyes drifting slowly, ever so slowly to sleep…slowly…and slowly………
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The sun glittered through the glass wall upon the peacefully sleeping man, as if bidding him to arise and shine forth to greet the new day. Limdo did as the sun bid him to, his silver eyes opening up to look up at the ceiling. He groaned as he moved his un injured hand through his long, untied hair.
He lay there for a second, trying to contemplate what happened, what he needed to do about what happened, and how he was going to fix whatever he did without injury. Well he remembered the fight…he remembered how he got his wound…and he remembered Takiko trying her best to fix his wound up, and how upset she was at him. Why she was upset, heck he didn't think he'd ever know unless he asked her about it.
Limdo sighed as he used his good arm to push his upper body up into a sitting position. Maybe asking Takiko would be the best way to go as of that moment.
He swung his legs over the couch edge and stood, wavering a bit before gaining his balance. He shook his head to clear the drowsiness from his senses before heading towards Takiko's bedroom.
Quietly, ever so quietly he creaked Takiko's door open upon reaching her room. The room was dark and cold, yet he could see Takiko sleeping comfortably under her covers. He smiled, about to close the door, yet stopped. He just wanted to hold her, and never let go.
Upon his decision, he slipped into the dark room, closing the door behind him. He used his hand to feel his way to the bed, and upon touching the silk covers he let himself climb onto the bed and lay down next to Takiko.
She slept soundlessly, the sound of her breathing filling his ears, causing a slight smile to illuminate Limdo's light pale lips. She was so beautiful there beside him, oh how he longed to wake up to this sight every morning! But unfortunately they had not married yet…
Limdo was snapped out of his fantasies as Takiko shifted a bit closer to the warmth of his chest. At first, Limdo froze not exactly sure what to do in the situation. Turning his head slowly and carefully to glance at the alarm clock behind him, he read the time that blared through the neon light. 7:45 it read. Yea, he had time.
Turning back to Takiko he smiled warmly as his fingers caressed her soft skin. He'd so longed to do that, it caused his fingers to tingle with the slightest touch in pleasure. He scooted forward a bit closer, and let his soft lips caress hers. As he pulled away, sleep once again overtaking him, he whispered, "I love you…"
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Warmth….such a warmth she'd never felt before as she'd slept. At first she thought that her air conditioning had shut off some point in the night, but no that couldn't be it. It wasn't gross warmth; it was…a nice one.
Takiko snuggled closer to whatever it was that illuminated the warmth, her hand reaching over slowly to rest on the side of her bed…only to be stopped by bare skin. Her chocolate brown eyes snapped open instantly in surprise. In front of her lay Limdo, his shirt seemed to be missing from his chest, his hair out of its usual style, causing his long hair to hang loosely around his bare chest.
Before Takiko could stop herself she screamed. "AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" this obviously snapped Limdo out of his slumber, for he too started to freak out.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" he yelled, confused as to why he was yelling. Next thing he knew, they were both yelling at the same time.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Takiko waved her arms, trying to grab at the air as she tumbled off the bed, landing with a KERPLANK!
Limdo rolled over the side of the bed to look down upon the wide eyed Takiko who lay on the ground, her legs tangled in her blanket. "What the heck are you doing in my bed?!" Takiko growled menacingly.
Limdo on the other hand was quite confused as to what he'd done. His face formed into a look of confusion. "If you were thinking I've been here all night, well I haven't. I came in around seven thirty this morning, and its now… eleven. Not that big of a deal if you ask me."
Takiko glared up at him before pushing herself up onto her knees. She reached over and grabbed the pillow, and whacked Limdo on the side of the head with it. Limdo yelped as he too fell upon the ground with a BANG. Takiko only ignored him as he muttered curse words into the carpet.
Takiko opened the door and strode into the living room to find Takara and Tomite sitting at the table with empty plates in front of them, and Crin at the stove cooking something that smelled really good. Yet for some reason, Crin looked different.
Takiko opened her mouth to ask what was different, but Limdo stepped into the hallway. "You didn't have to whack me in the head you know!" He growled at her as he strode past her.
"You didn't have to be in my room!" Takiko yelled. BIG mistake. Crin had stopped whatever she was doing to look at the couple, Takara and Tomite following her example. What they saw was Takiko standing in the hallway, and Limdo with his hair hanging everywhere and without a shirt on.
"OH MY GOSH!!!!!!!" Crin shouted as she dropped the fork that had been in her hand to the ground. Takiko gave her shocked looking friends a strange look, not really understanding what they were thinking. Takara blushed like a madwoman, and Tomite started to laugh.
"So Limdo, you finally did the deed, huh? I thought you guys were waiting till after marriage, wasn't that the plan?" Tomite laughed, pointing his finger accusingly at Limdo. Limdo blushed deep red and stuttered, obviously at a loss for words. How could he explain he'd done nothing, when it looked like they had? Well at least he looked that way.
Takiko shook her head and sat down at the table next to Takara. "We didn't do anything…wow Crin, what's with the outfit?" Takiko smiled a bit, looking Crin up and down.
Crin started to place whatever she had cooked onto the plate. "Oh, this old thing? Yea, well I was too lazy to actually change into a frilly dress and do my hair, so I was like, 'why not?' so I just threw this on, and here I am, standing before you!" Crin laughed brightly as she placed chocolate waffles onto everyone's plates.
Crin wore black baggy pants with a back baggy t-shirt. Her black hair which was normally in some sort of Chinese style, hung about her shoulder blades loosely.
Limdo sat down and stared at the waffle. "Crin, why are we having chocolate waffles in the morning?" He asked while he poked at the waffle that practically swam in the maple syrup. Crin giggled giddily, causing everyone at the table to give her a weird look.
"I Love chocolate waffles, that's why!" She laughed insanely, while fishing her pockets for something. "And that's not all that's for breakfast…" She started to say again, pulling out about five big bags of something out of her pockets, and then holding it up for everyone to see. "WE HAVE CANDY!!!!!!!" she ripped open the bag before anyone could react, and started to dance around the table tossing candy into the air so that it landed on the table.
Takiko groaned and placed her chin on her hand, supported by her elbow. One look at Takiko's face told Limdo Crin had been doing this all week. Limdo turned to ask Crin if she'd over done her duties the past week, but his question was interrupted by the door bell.
"Oh, he's here!" Takiko jumped from the table, leaving her somewhat frightened friends as they cowered under Crin's candy power.
"Who's here?!" Limdo angrily asked as he jumped up from the table to follow Takiko. Takiko didn't answer, but opened the front door. There stood a boy just as tall as he was, yet the newcomer had a t-shirt on. Not only did the newcomer have a t-shirt on, but he had a leather jacket too, along with baggy black jeans and some bad boy combat boots, his hair hung over his eyes which were covered by sunglasses and his dark, tanned hand ran its fingers through his hair.
He turned to look at Takiko. "You called?" He asked. Takiko nodded, and was about to explain why, but Crin pushed her out of the way.
"Hey Sarin, want some candy? You know you want some candy, Sarin!" Crin pushed a mountain of candy under Sarin's nose.
"Um…I'm fine, but thank you Crin…"
"Oh come on Sarin, take at least a tootsie roll!"
"No really, I don't need…why are you giving me that look?"
Crin was now surrounded by a dark, purple, black aura, her hair flying around her dark looking face. "TAKE THE FREAKING TOOTSIE ROLL, SARIN!" Sarin cowered under Crin's gaze, and as he did so, Pumtret stepped through the door way as well.
"WOW, COOL! MEDUSA!" Pumtret shouted as he suddenly hugged Crin giddily sighing, "I love medusa…."
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Ok thats the end of that chapter...
Will Takiko and Limdo work out their problems? Will Sarin eat the tootsie roll, or be devoured by Crin's anger? What does Rachel and Kazuza plan? Find out next chapter! There are at most 8 more chapters left, but thats only a guess! Review!
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