Isolation
Disclaimer: Flame of Recca and its characters do not belong to me. I'm
merely using them for my own pleaser. Please don't sure me. Thanks.
A/N: Phew. I had to review some of the chapters back there. Anyway, this
has the original chapters 5 and 6. ^^;; Okay, some people are wondering where
the heck is the mush between Tokiya and Fuuko...ah well, we won't get there
until the later chapters. I have to let the chemistry work itself out first.
BTW, I do feel bad about killing Raiha...but what else would make Fuuko
depressed unless the love of her life was taken from her?
R and R please!
Chapter 3: Talk to me
****There was once a young boy gifted with the element fire, who met a young
girl who could heal all sorts of wounds and afflictions. The boy was active,
lively and would do anything for the girl he met, which he fondly called
'hime'. The girl returned his love and both were content in living. The boy was
occasionally challenged by countless enemies and foes, all wanting to get his
girl. So the boy enlisted the help of his friends, who also had special powers.
One wielded the power of earth, another---a boy, who could control metal. The
last 2 were next to him in power. A tall distant man who was bound to water,
seeking revenge for his sister's death and a tomboyish girl who was destined
with wind, eager to prove herself to the world.
After facing hard battles, the team was successful in beating their main enemy.
For now, the boy and girl are living contentedly with each other, both planning
for their own home. The man who controlled earth and the boy who lived with
metal had their own share of good fortune. The tall distant man went away for a
while, unsuccessful in his personal mission. As for the girl who loved wind,
she met her own destined partner. ****
That was their world, until now. Tokiya sighed and leaned back on the chair he
was sitting on. Everyone was right, he mused. So many things changed. Plenty of
events took place in their lives. He was no longer a tall, distant man...but a
calm and peaceful teenager, still facing life as it was given to him bit by bit
everyday...and healing slowly.
The tomboyish girl, however, suffered a great fall. He closed his eyes for a
few moments and tried to alter his thoughts and looked at the most recent
events, which took place.
He had agreed to meet Yanagi that morning in a small place. There, they talked
and discussed what they should do about Fuuko and her depression. Things were
going well already until Yanagi suddenly spotted their subject, standing
outside getting ready to do something with the aid of a Swiss knife. Tokiya
immediately dashed to her, running as fast as he used to during the days of the
tournament.
He could still remember clearly everything that he saw when he reached Fuuko.
Blood, spilling down her arm, lifeless blue eyes looking dazed and confused and
a mouth, which opened to whisper unknown words. He heard himself shouting and
shaking the girl's limp body, urging her to wake up.
But those eyes didn't open.
He had no choice but to bring her to his apartment with Yanagi. The young
healer took care of the gashed wrist in no time, fearing that Fuuko lost a big
amount of blood already. She changed the wet clothes on her body and Tokiya
lifted her unto his bed. She was still unconscious, but after a while, it
seemed as if she was sleeping. Yanagi confirmed this, and Tokiya had to tell
her to go home already for healing Fuuko consumed a lot of her energy. Pale and
flustered, she protested but Tokiya's firmness sent her back to her place.
He glanced at the glass doors of the balcony. It started raining again. He
prayed that Yanagi got home safely and protected from the cold. He lent her one
of his jackets and a big umbrella to keep her from getting wet. Still, he
couldn't help but worry about her.
And Fuuko. She was still sleeping on his bed, holding the covers near to her
and looking like a lost girl. Tokiya stared at her for a few minutes and got up
from his position to fix the thick blanket around her. She looked like a really
small innocent girl; he smiled and gently placed the covers over her shoulders.
Innocent, but stupid enough to earn a scolding from him much, much later. He
was about to return to his chair when he felt something grasp his left hand.
She was holding unto his hand, her fingers wrapped around him tightly. His eyes
widened and he tried to pull his hand away, thinking that Fuuko must be
dreaming of something silly. He tugged carefully, but it only caused her to
whimper slightly.
"Don't leave me," she mumbled, burrowing deeper into the mattress and pillows
and tightening her grip on his hand. Tokiya stared at her, and then decided to
let her hold him. He pulled his chair closer and sat on it. There was no use in
pulling his hand away. She wouldn't let him. He wondered what she was thinking
of at this very moment.
But fatigue decided to eat him once more, and Tokiya found his eyelids dropping
uncontrollably. After all that he did to assist Yanagi and save her, his energy
was spent in 5 hours. His head leaned over to the pillow, a few good inches
away from Fuuko's and drifted away to a peaceful slumber.
::A promise was broken
And you did leave me.
Now, I'm all alone.
I'm still alone.
You're not yet back.
I want you back.
I want your arms to hug me.
I want your hand in mine.::
A pair of deep blue orbs opened slowly. Confused and groggy, Fuuko tried to
regain her senses and looked around; searching for pieces to fit the current
puzzle she was in. She was under warm covers, on a soft bed but she was in a
different place. Did someone kidnap her after she fainted at the park? She
could only remember so little. She brought up one hand to rub her eyes.
She tried to pull up the other, only to find that it was enclosed in someone's
hand. There, lying beside her was the head of Tokiya, with his eyes closed. It
was obvious that he was asleep. She sat up in a crossed leg position, her hand
leaving his. Fuuko started to remember what happened...what she did, and who
went to her rescue.
Right. She was standing under the rain, getting ready to kill herself. At that
point in time, she was tired of life's misery and her own. She wanted to see
him. The knife seemed to be an emergency exit for her. An express ticket to where
he was waiting.
Someone stopped her. Fuuko could vaguely recall Tokiya running towards her
after she had made the cut. Grabbing her shoulders, and shaking her like mad.
She didn't want to see him back then. She only wanted to see one person who
could truly make her happy.
Don't give up on me. Not yet. Those were the last 2 sentences she heard before
blacking out. Once again, Tokiya managed to come into the scene and attempt to
drag her out of her depression and death. Well, he was victorious in one. She
was still alive, but she couldn't say whether her depression was cured or not.
She didn't even know whether to thank him for saving her, or to yell at him for
stopping her once again.
"You're awake."
Fuuko jolted from her position and saw Mikagami sitting up and crossing his
arms. She did the same. "Yeah." She said in a dead tone.
"How are you feeling?" was the first thing he asked.
"I'm feeling fine." She replied, curtly.
His facial expression relaxed a bit. "Your wounds are gone, thanks to Yanagi.
You've been asleep for about 6 hours already." He stated.
She nodded. "I see."
"That was a really dumb thing for you to do Fuuko. What brought you to think
that way?"
Fuuko eyebrows went up. So this was a lecture? She frowned. What was going on
in here? Surely, he was right in being concerned and everything. He did save
her life but what right did he have in scolding her like some older protective
brother?
And as if he read her mind, Tokiya went on. "I have every right to scold you.
You could've have died---"
"That was what I was intending to do." She butted in sarcastically.
He ignored her last comment. "...and no one would've have noticed. It was a
good thing Yanagi spotted you. She was really worried about you and there you
go, trying to end your life just like that. What the hell has gone inside your
mind for the past days that made you decide to do this?"
Fuuko rolled her eyes. He WAS lecturing her. Heaven forbid, Tokiya Mikagami was
admonishing someone out of concern. Yes, Fuuko had already seen Mikagami for
the past days, trying to help her and everything. She still wasn't used to the
immediate concern, especially from someone whom she least expected to help her.
And all the more, she wasn't used to seeing Tokiya in a sudden new personality after
being with his icy persona for 3 years.
She wasn't the slightest bit irritated this time that he was reproving her. She
had been thinking about it and maybe killing herself wasn't the smartest idea
in the world. She had thought about that along with the other things before he
woke up. Or maybe it was because she was too drained to become irritable and
cold…well, whatever it was Fuuko didn't feel like starting another heated
argument with Tokiya. She slowly brought herself back to the present, out of her
thoughts and back to Tokiya's incessant talking.
"...you shouldn't be doing this. You are so damn lucky that we found you---
Fuuko, are you listening to me?"
She groaned inwardly. "Yes, okasaama. I heard every word of your speech and I
am sorry for causing you so much trouble today."
Tokiya's eyebrow went up as if to say, 'What the hell…this isn't a good time to
play around.'
Fuuko saw that and cleared her throat. "No, honestly. I'm really, very sorry
that you had to go through so much trouble. Both you and Yanagi. It's my
silliness and carelessness that brought this about. I'm really sorry about
everything." She said, her eyes speaking with sincerity.
"Don't forget stupidity." He added, unfolding his arms.
"Whatever Tokiya." She shrugged. "Wait a minute...why am I actually apologizing
to you? I mean, I really did want to see hell at that time...so why did you
stop me?"
She was also thinking about that. Why did he undergo the pains of having to
save her when he could actually let her go and be spared from the agony? And
Fuuko would be gone from the world she detested so much. Why did he save her?
They would have both been happy had he not interrupted.
Fuuko turned to Tokiya awaiting his answer. The latter was deep in thought, his
arms crossed once more. There was a heavy pause before he replied. "I was
worried about you."
Her eyebrows almost reached her hairline. Just what did he say right now? Fuuko
wanted to shake her head in pure disbelief but her ears had not lied to her.
Tokiya Mikagami was worried about her. THE Tokiya Mikagami.
"And just so you know," he continued. "I'm not doing this for Yanagi. I'm doing
this for you and also as a favor to my sister up there."
Fuuko bit her lip. This was just great. Tokiya was just added to the list
Yanagi and the others were already on. Great, another one. She could not bear
to handle another nosy person who would keep on following her forever and ever,
bugging her about handling death and such issues.
"I appreciate your concern Tokiya..." she began slowly. "But, I really don't
need anyone to take care of my right now. I'm okay, now. See? I won't try to
kill myself anymore. Besides, you probably won't understand--- Aachoo!" her
words were cut with her sneezing.
He handed her a box of kleenex. "Thanks..." she said and sneezed again.
"Wrong Fuuko." He smirked. "Number 1, you are obviously NOT okay because you
have been under the mercy of the flu. I'm expecting a hint of fever any minute
now. You've been under the rain for too long that your body's about to give up
on you. And number two, even if you didn't have a flu, I'd still keep you in my
house because you're still not emotionally stable."
Fuuko finished blowing her nose and stared at him with her jaw open. "Oh,
no...I'm perfectly fine with the cold thing, Tokiya. It's not as if I'm going
to die any moment now…and as for my emotional instability…I'm working on it! I
don't need anyone right now to bug me on the topic." She grumbled.
"Stop complaining Kirisawa. Yanagi ordered this. I would have sent you home
hours ago if she had not requested anything..."
"Yanagi again? See, that is the problem. Why the hell are you following her? I
mean, I want to go home and I'm sure you want me to. Let me out of your place
already Tokiya...I want to go home now. Anyway, you wouldn't have any space for
me in here..." she began arguing with him.
"Fuuko, are you saying that my apartment's small? Take a good look around first
will you?"
He was right. It was pretty big. Fuuko opened her mouth once more. "Well, where
am I going to stay then? I mean, you live alone and there's..."
"I have a guestroom." He answered briskly.
"But what about---"
"NO IFS AND BUTS." Tokiya raised his voice a few decibels higher than usual.
"Fuuko, you are staying here until you get better. Period."
Fuuko slumped onto the bed, in a defeated position. She still wanted to argue
and kick Mikagami's butt, but she had to confess that she was feeling a bit
weary and dizzy. She sneezed again and lay back on the pillow, breathing
loudly.
"You see," Tokiya stood up and placed his hand over her forehead. "You have a
fever right now. I bet this wouldn't have come as soon as this if you hadn't
exerted that much effort into arguing with me, knowing that you'd lose anyway."
"Shut up Mikagami." She muttered darkly, swatting his hand away. She was near
to pouting like a little child. Fuuko groaned in frustration, she was going to
be stuck with this arrogant person until she gets better which seemed a long
way off from now. Fuuko coughed. She can't be sick...she didn't want to get
sick. She wanted to be alone once more.
Fuuko felt loneliness creep up to her side and her vibrant spirit was shaken.
If she wanted anyone to take care of her, it would be Raiha and not Tokiya. Her
loved one was indeed much gentler with her than he was. He would be...no, he's
strict, sarcastic and has a tongue that matches hers. What a perfect guy, she
though wearily. Fuuko didn't want to stay with him for any longer than 2
minutes.
But she had no choice. Her eyes became heavy again.
::Where are you when I need you the most?::
**********
Tokiya watched Fuuko sleep quietly for the second time. Satisfied that the girl
managed to accept defeat in their recent argument, he settled himself
comfortably on his master's chair and relaxed for a while. It was hard to put
up with Fuuko whenever she wanted something so bad...especially now. And the
fact that Tokiya had not gotten any rest since he brought Fuuko in did not help
in any way. He was still tired, yet he forced himself to stay awake. He was
grateful that she didn't try anything bad while he fell asleep for a few
minutes beside her. But now that she knew about the plan of him keeping her in
his apartment, she would do anything to get out. And because of that, he must
keep awake. Knowing Fuuko, she would try all sorts of things just to escape
him.
Tokiya frowned. Was he despised that much? True, he WAS cold and showed nothing
but an untouchable aura whenever he met the Hokage. But that was 3 years ago
already. He was sure that he had changed a lot...most especially over the
summer.
So why were they still dreading him, except for Yanagi?
Because he didn't take the time to be with them. Tokiya answered his own
question and upon realizing it, sighed and felt his shoulders droop. Right. He
never did really spend time with them over the 3 years. That was long. He was
already 19 and still his former teammates refused to go near him. Well, he
thought, not that they refused to go near him but they were indeed
uncomfortable. He shook his head. Maybe it was time that he showed them the
results of his previous exorcism.
But not now. He had other things to think of. Like Fuuko, for example and how
he would help her get out of this mess. 'Boy, aren't you really concerned?' a
voice taunted him.
Shut up, he thought, glaring into space.
Though, the voice was right. He was concerned about Fuuko. He did manage to
surprise himself by saving her from committing suicide. Tokiya still wasn't
sure of his intentions. It was just...something, which kept him near Fuuko.
There was a magnet somewhere there. He just couldn't figure it out.
Tokiya Mikagami, one of the most intelligent people in history, did not
understand the makings of attraction.
He slapped his forehead. Attraction? That word nearly brought him to spitting
the tea he was drinking to keep him awake. He was definitely NOT attracted to
Fuuko, he told that voice in his head sternly. She was not his type [and
probably no one will ever be] and she still loved Raiha even though he was
basking in the other world by now. So, out with the silly idea and focus on
helping her.
Still, he couldn't keep himself from staring at her. 3 years was a long time
and Tokiya had noticed something about Fuuko. She had grown out of her
tomboyish shape and even though she was looking incredibly thin and frail,
Tokiya couldn't help but notice the womanly curves on her body.
Stop it Tokiya, he warned himself.
So Fuuko grown up into a woman. So what? The corner of his mouth lifted to form
a smirk. Just because this fighter had grown out of her tough and boyish
exterior doesn't mean he'd fall head over heels for her. That would be stupid.
And so unlike the Tokiya everyone knew.
The Tokiya everyone knew wasn't a pleasant image to think of. He sighed,
knowing that he had to change his reputation from being iceman...to something
else. Well, whatever it was that he was going to show them, it would have to be
better than before.
"That's number 2 on my mid year's resolution..." Tokiya muttered quietly. He
checked the clock for the time and saw that it was nearly 11 pm. That was
weird, he thought. Time flew so quickly whenever he took time to think about
certain issues. He removed his eyes from the clock and brought them back to
Fuuko's dozing figure. He debated with himself for a few minutes, whether he
should go to bed and leave her alone or to watch her sleep.
Tokiya wanted to sleep. He needed it badly. So what was he going to do now? He
was worried that the girl would get up in the middle of the night and sneak
away to do something as foolish as killing herself. Then again, he would still
fall asleep on the job. He was extremely tired, for some reason.
He decided to sleep outside on the couch. He'd leave the door open. That would
enable him to hear anything. Tokiya stood up from his chair and proceeded to go
hit the showers. With one last glance at Fuuko, he swung the door open and left
it as it was.
*************
"Fuuko."
"Who is it? Who are you?"
"Fuuko, it's me."
"...Raiha?!"
"Right."
"Wha...What are you doing?"
"Fuuko, I came here to check on you. It seems like you haven't been doing so
well these past months. I'm very worried about you."
"Is it...is it really you? Am I dreaming?"
"It's me. I'm talking to you through your dreams. Don't worry. This is real."
"Everything...everything's been terrible. I've missed you so much. Where did
you go? Why did you have to leave me here alone?"
"You very well know that I couldn't stay here any longer..."
"Even so! I tried to follow you...I wanted to be with you again."
"You tried to follow me in the most idiotic manner, Fuuko. Why did you do that?
You scared the living lights out of your friends."
"I don't care about them! I care about you. I want you back here with me. I
didn't care if I had to make a pact with the devil or someone as long as I
could be with you once more. I can't...I can't take the pain any longer. You
know I can't. You can see me, right? I'm suffering right now."
"I know it's hard for you. But there's nothing you can do about it anymore-- -"
"Yes I can! I've read about those reincarnations books...or I really could try
dying already. Don't you see? I've got no will to live anymore if I'm not
beside you."
"Fuuko, don't talk like that. And you can't bring me back by means of that
reincarnation magic you're talking about. The only way you'll get to see me
again is when you enter the world I'm living in right now. Mind you, suicide
won't get you in here."
"Then WHAT should I do? I'm living point-blank here. I'm confused."
"I'll tell you what you should do. Stop acting this way. Don't build walls
around you. People are trying to reach you Fuuko. Don't isolate yourself from
them. They're trying to help you. I'm telling you right now that you cannot, I
repeat, CANNOT do this by yourself. Admit it. You need them."
"You sound like Mikagami."
"Do I? Well, speaking of Mikagami, you should pay attention to him. I think of
all the people, he's been the one who's been most dedicated to helping you. I
believe he's right in keeping you here for now. You need his help."
"Great. So now, you're taking his side."
"I'm not taking any sides. This is what's best for you. Trust me please."
"...I guess, I guess I'll try."
"That's my girl. You do know that I love you."
"I know. I just...I just miss you so much."
"I miss you too. But missing me like this won't help. You've got to move on."
"Everyone's telling me to move on. They don't know how hard it is."
"I can see how hard it is. You're strong Fuuko. You can handle this."
"What makes you sure I can? I'm not even sure of myself."
"Just trust me. I know. Besides...there's an angel there who's watching over
you like crazy."
"Mikagami is no angel, I assure you."
"Fuuko, you still manage to make me laugh here in the afterlife. Go with
Mikagami. You both know what it feels like to lose someone. He can talk to you
better than anyone else in the Hokage."
"But I...I..."
"Fuuko, I'm going now."
"No! Don't leave yet. I still want to speak to you..."
"My time's over. I hope you understand what I've told you. Will you try to do
it Fuuko? For me?"
"Hai...I will."
"Don't cry now. It hurts me to see you cry."
"Raiha..."
"Raiha?"
"Raiha?!" she jerked up from her sleep and stared into the emptiness of the
room. It was real. He was there. He talked to her. Yet...It was too soon; too
soon for her to handle. Just the sound of his voice made her long for him
again. "Raiha..." her lower lip trembled.
Her tears made their way to her eyes once more and started to fall down.
*****
Tokiya nearly dropped his glass and quickly turned his head to the open door of
his room. He was sure he heard Fuuko crying. He placed his glass of milk on the
counter and padded across the kitchen towards his room. A warm bath helped him
clear his thoughts and relax. He had changed from his clothes to comfortable pajamas
and was simply enjoying a glass of warm milk when he heard someone sobbing cry.
The stillness of the night was enough for his ears to sense anything.
He entered the room and before him was a sad scene. Fuuko's arms were wrapped
around her legs and she was crying---actually sobbing.
"Fuuko?"
She didn't respond but shook her head. Leave me alone, that was all that it
took for Tokiya to get the message. But he decided to be stubborn and walked to
the bed and sat on the edge of it. He placed his hand on the shaking shoulder.
"Daijoubu?" and he waited for her to answer.
"I'm…I'm fine...just had a bad dream." She said in a muffled voice.
"What would that dream be about?"
"Nothing..."
"Fuuko, if it was nothing then why do I see tears falling from your eyes?"
Fuuko stopped for a moment and paused. Tokiya could hear her breathing heavily.
"It was...it was a dream. Raiha was there...and he was talking to me. He was
there, Mikagami. I wasn't hallucinating. I was talking to him..." she said,
shakily.
"And...?"
"He talked to me...about things. He was telling me to move on...well, I don't
know anymore. All I know is that he left me again. It was too soon. It was just
too soon for me to handle. I want him back Mikagami...because I miss him so
much."
::I miss you so much.::
She felt herself breaking into a million pieces again. But this time, she
wasn't alone. Fuuko felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around her and bring
her into a tight embrace.
::You don't have to do this.::
At first, she was taken by surprise...then she decided that she didn't care
anymore. She missed something when Raiha died. The comfort of someone hugging
you and making sure that you're all right. The feeling of being protected. For
the longest time ever, Fuuko had felt alone and empty. But now, there was
someone giving her the opportunity.
::I want to be comforted.::
She accepted it, and pressed her face against his chest. Her tears and sadness
mixed with the soft clothing and she found herself being pulled closer. Fuuko
buried her pride along with her stubbornness and let tears flow free.
He simply stayed there, cheek against her hair and whispering
It's alright. I'm here for you.
They both stayed there for quite some time. Fuuko, herself buried in Tokiya's
arms...and he, holding her tightly. Tokiya waited for her tears to subside. It
took quite some time, but he didn't care. It was fine with him. Just knowing
that he was making her feel slightly better was enough for him to endure a
hundred hours holding her like that.
For him, the moment was almost perfect.
But even the saddest moments end. Soon, Fuuko pulled back wiping her tears with
the back of her hand. Tokiya didn't let her go just yet.
"Are you feeling better?" he asked gently.
Fuuko nodded, still wiping her tears away. Tokiya brought one hand to stop her
and the other wiped the corner of her eye with his thumb. He brushed away the
drops of liquid slowly and carefully. Fuuko closed her eyes and exhaled slowly.
"You know...you really look ugly when you're crying." He told her softly, while
continuing his act of kindness. "You should lighten up a bit, Fuuko. I know
it's been really hard for you and all, but you should try. It would
hurt...right?"
"I know..." Fuuko sniffed. "It's just that I find it really hard to let go of
the pain."
"Pain isn't easy to remove. " he agreed. "But that's why I'm here."
She nodded, her face against his chest once more. "I'm...I'm glad you're here.
There were many nights when I just woke up from nightmares and had no one
beside me. It was hard and scary. I was all alone."
"Well, you did move away from the rest."
"That's why I regret it so much." She whispered. "I'm tired of feeling this
pain. I just want everything to be alright again. And Raiha...he told me to
move on. I can't seem to..."
"Fuuko," he told her resolutely, "stop thinking that you can't. You CAN. I
believe you can. You shouldn't torture yourself like this. Hell," he said, his
hands cupping her cheeks, "You don't deserve this."
She was forced to stare into his pale blue eyes, full of concern. While hers
were filled with anxiety and pain, his were calm and peaceful. Not to mention,
capturing. Fuuko never did notice his eyes. All she knew before was that he
could send daggers with them. Now they weren't the slightest bit icy.
Fuuko tore herself away from his eyes and pulled back. He let his arms fall to
his sides and he looked at her, expecting something to come out of her mouth.
So she complied with his request. "Thank you," she stammered a bit as tints of
pink went up her cheek. "I'm sorry if I woke you up or anything...I think I
even wet your clothes..."
Tokiya stared at his pajama top. Indeed, there was a wet spot by his shoulder
and upper torso. He smirked in reply. "It's alright. I wasn't asleep yet.
And...um, I don't mind if the pjs are wet. I don't favor them that much
anyway..."
He was right. What was with the pajamas he was wearing? Fuuko found herself
smiling. They even had cookie prints. How cute, she giggled faintly.
Tokiya noticed her reaction. She was smiling. "What?" he asked. "I'm sorry, but
I only managed to iron these things. The others will just have to wait...and
you should keep your mouth shut." He said, mock-grouchily as Fuuko started
laughing softly.
"You look like a cookie monster with that scowl on your face."
"Whatever." He rolled his eyes. "You should get some sleep now." He said,
pointing to the alarm clock on his bedside table. Past 12 midnight.
Fuuko glanced at the machine and agreed with him. She felt much better. A huge
load was lifted from her shoulders and she was grateful for that. "Yeah..." she
yawned involuntarily and covered her mouth. "Sorry." She blinked.
"Well, go to bed." Tokiya told her, pushing her shoulders down gently, enough
to make her fall back into the cushioned mattress. He pulled the covers around
her and tucked them. "Good night. I'm by the couch if you need anything. Oh,
btw...I'll be needing this." He snatched one pillow from the bed and with that,
he stood up and headed for the doorway.
Fuuko squirmed a bit and turned to face him. "Hey, Mikagami..."
"Hn?" he turned his head slightly.
"Do you sleep with your hair down?"
He made a motion to throw the pillow at her.
