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The sterile white room greeted my senses with an intense stench of lemon- fresh cleaner and crisp bleached linen. I had no feeling in my fingers or forearm on the left. I moaned as I tried to focus my blurred vision, and glanced across the empty room.
"He's... not here?" I cried out, my words slurred from the medicine, and I attempted to move my legs, but the anchor of a left leg did not budge, it was also numbed. I screamed in frustration. The nurse rushed in, flicking a needle containing sedative. "NO!! I WANT HIM!! WHERE IS HE?!" I couldn't help being surprised at my tone, and the nurse was clearly startled.
"Want... who?" she asked incredulously.
"WHERE IS HE?! I WANT MY COW!!" I screamed, and the nurse ran a hand through her hair and walked out to get a doctor. I screamed again in dissatisfaction as the nurse found her way back in.
"NO!! PLEASE NO! NOT HER!! I WANT HIM!!" A thin-lipped smile greeted me, and my voice cracked as I screamed in bloody rage. "Please not her... PLEASE!!!" my left arm regained its feeling, and I began to tug at the covers, pulling them closer to my forehead.
"She doesn't know what she's saying..." she hissed at the nurse, and waved her away. "Go now."
The nurse fluttered out of the room, shutting the door. I looked down, observing the emergency button to call the nurse, and pressed it with all my might, over and over. "HELP!! PLEASE NOT HER!!"
She approached with a deep frown, wrinkles creasing her forehead and making her look one hundred years older than she was. "Shut up." She slapped me across the face and I bawled. "Shut up!! Shut up shut up!!" she continued hitting me repeatedly. "I only did this to show how much I love you..." tears ran down my face, soaking sheets. She bent over me, kissing my cheeks, her lips wet with tears. She planting a trail of kisses over my mouth and reached into her pocket, bringing out the gold chain and locket. My hands pushed her face from mine and I groaned loudly, glaring at her as she paused.
"No," I whispered. "You can't do this. He won't let you..." Her eyes grew and she bared her teeth.
Brushing the hair away, she reached behind my neck and fastened the locket around it. "Who is he to stop me? There..." Her hands left me and my own went to unfasten the chain secured to my neck, the fetter binding me to her. I fumbled with the small clasp, the medication inhibiting my movements. She watched in sardonic annoyance as I finally ripped the necklace off. A fierce frown decorated her face as she came towards me, and I hurled the small gold locket towards her.
"WEAR IT!!" she shrieked, and took a step towards me as his hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to the floor.
"Get the hell out," his monotone was strangely frightening, and the stoic expression on his face was tinted with anger. She grunted as her back hit the clean linoleum.
"Who the hell are you?!" she helped herself off the floor and stared into the taller boy's eyes. "Kisa... tell him to leave."
"No. You leave. Either leave or I'll make you go away. You seem to have this sick, twisted notion that you hold some sort of love for her," he motioned my way with a tip of his head. "You have some sort of mind to think she belongs to you as you contradict your "love" and betray her own confidence and trust by going behind her back and ruining her reputation, by hurting her when you are supposed to love her. What the hell kind of love is this? You can't love her. You'll never love her, because you don't know what love is," his cold, gray eyes stared into hers. She stood for a moment, her mind processing the words into coherency, and a flash of realization softened her frown, her fiery green eyes watering and a tear rolling down her face.
"G... g... Kisa..." her shoulders shuddered as tear after tear splattered softly. Brushing my hand, she turned and stumbled out of the room.
***
"I'm not sure about telling Akito-san, Hatsuharu..." I mumbled as I dressed for our meeting with the family head. "He might not take it as well as... ano... as you thought..." I trailed off, his slight smile reflected behind me in the mirror. He grasped my waist and pulled me towards him in an all- too-familiar hug. I closed my eyes, smiling as I sank into his warmth. This was what I needed. Relief.
***
The soft lighting and dull blend of colors greeted us as we entered Akito- san's home. Our footsteps echoed across the hardwood, the deserted house creaking in the early-morning breeze. I shivered, thinking darkly about the last time I stepped here, how I had been forbidden to love Hiro. My heart broke instantly, seeing the ripped expression on his face as his eye watched me be turned out of the room. My eyes watered, thinking of his earnest brown eyes staring after me.
A small hiss of a voice broke my thoughts, and Haru's hand was ripped from mine as Akito shoved him through the door, slamming and locking it quickly behind him. "Akito-san... what is going on?" I stared at him, listening to Haru bang on the door behind us.
"So... you want to marry him?" he whispered, smirking softly, his thin paper-white skin glowing in the darkness of the room. My eyes adjusted. This was Yuki's room. "You think you are good enough for him? You are not good enough for anyone." I stared at the floor as my older cousin circled me. His crimson robe dragged behind him on the floor, the shoulders sagging off his bare frame.
"Hai, I know," I stuttered out. How could I respond to his simple statements?
"You know, do you?" his cold fingers gently slid up my neck, sending shivers down my spine as I stared into his indigo eyes. He inhaled heavily. "You know?!" His hand quickly rose and pushed into my chest, sending me sprawling to the floor. "Do you know about MY privileges?! I get you first. I get everyone first... and aren't you in the perfect position...whore..." he grinned and was on top of me in an instant, prying my legs apart with his own.
I could hear Haru's banging in the background, the door threatening to fall at any moment, but soon I could no longer hear it because of the constant shrill screams I suddenly realized were my own. He was hurting me. He would get inside me at all costs, and I couldn't let him. I screamed again for Haru, Akito pinning me to the floor and pulling off my orange skirt.
Akito began to laugh suddenly as the banging was completely drowned out by the sounds of my screams. His indigo hair fell over his eyes as he restrained my arms above my head and rolling my shirt up above my head. His silky hands roved down my torso, chilling me. It hurt so badly. I screamed Haru's name again and Akito let out a throaty laugh.
Gunshots ripped through the room. Dust and woodchips stirred, shrapnel flying through the air. A thunk near the door, and a small stream of light pierced the darkness. I could see his silhouette kicking through the wooden door as I gathered the strength to begin a struggle. Glints of light flickered in frantic indigo eyes as Haru entered into the room, ripping his slender body off of mine. He picked me up slowly, pulling Akito's robe around me, and wrapping me in his arms. I sobbed and buried my face in his chest as he turned without a word.
***
I laid on a grimy bus seat, the older boy sitting next to me. He stared out the tinted glass windows at the sky, waiting for our stop. Not a word had been spoken since we left the Honke.
"Kisa..." I looked up from the floor, covered in soda and sticky-sweet candy.
"Hai..." I replied, trying not to burst into tears again. "I'm sorry... this is all my fault..." I returned my gaze to the floor.
"I love you."
I couldn't breathe. I didn't comprehend the words he had just said. He loved me? "I love you." He said it again, this time reaching into his pocket and retrieving the small broken chain from the locket. "I don't have any money... but..." he refastened the clasp and the broken link together quickly using his teeth, and secured the two end clasps together. He then took my small hand in his, quickly wrapping the chain around my left ring finger several times until it formed a looped ring. I couldn't smile. I couldn't speak. There was nothing to express the way I felt at that moment. He reached by his side, bringing out a small crimson rose. I took it, fondling the soft petals, entranced by the scent.
His kiss took me by surprise, but I answered it quickly, leaning into him as he ran his hands through my hair. I couldn't have ever felt more joy. I searched for something to say. He stared at me for a moment, and I searched in his eyes for the words I needed.
A mother sitting behind us made a small gesture at her child, then asked if he would like a candy. The little boy's eyes lit up suddenly, filled with the same joy I felt. He began repeating "Yes!" over and over excitedly, jumping up and down. I watched them carefully, and smiled, turning my attention back to Haru.
"Yes." I ran the rose across my cheek, the deep-red velvet petals caressing my skin. Crimson was love. This was love. "Yes."
***
A/N: I hope you liked my story, and I may write an epilogue. You must review and tell me so if you want an epilogue, dammit, or else I'm not gonna write one ^_~. Arigatou gozaimasu for reading, and please review!!
The sterile white room greeted my senses with an intense stench of lemon- fresh cleaner and crisp bleached linen. I had no feeling in my fingers or forearm on the left. I moaned as I tried to focus my blurred vision, and glanced across the empty room.
"He's... not here?" I cried out, my words slurred from the medicine, and I attempted to move my legs, but the anchor of a left leg did not budge, it was also numbed. I screamed in frustration. The nurse rushed in, flicking a needle containing sedative. "NO!! I WANT HIM!! WHERE IS HE?!" I couldn't help being surprised at my tone, and the nurse was clearly startled.
"Want... who?" she asked incredulously.
"WHERE IS HE?! I WANT MY COW!!" I screamed, and the nurse ran a hand through her hair and walked out to get a doctor. I screamed again in dissatisfaction as the nurse found her way back in.
"NO!! PLEASE NO! NOT HER!! I WANT HIM!!" A thin-lipped smile greeted me, and my voice cracked as I screamed in bloody rage. "Please not her... PLEASE!!!" my left arm regained its feeling, and I began to tug at the covers, pulling them closer to my forehead.
"She doesn't know what she's saying..." she hissed at the nurse, and waved her away. "Go now."
The nurse fluttered out of the room, shutting the door. I looked down, observing the emergency button to call the nurse, and pressed it with all my might, over and over. "HELP!! PLEASE NOT HER!!"
She approached with a deep frown, wrinkles creasing her forehead and making her look one hundred years older than she was. "Shut up." She slapped me across the face and I bawled. "Shut up!! Shut up shut up!!" she continued hitting me repeatedly. "I only did this to show how much I love you..." tears ran down my face, soaking sheets. She bent over me, kissing my cheeks, her lips wet with tears. She planting a trail of kisses over my mouth and reached into her pocket, bringing out the gold chain and locket. My hands pushed her face from mine and I groaned loudly, glaring at her as she paused.
"No," I whispered. "You can't do this. He won't let you..." Her eyes grew and she bared her teeth.
Brushing the hair away, she reached behind my neck and fastened the locket around it. "Who is he to stop me? There..." Her hands left me and my own went to unfasten the chain secured to my neck, the fetter binding me to her. I fumbled with the small clasp, the medication inhibiting my movements. She watched in sardonic annoyance as I finally ripped the necklace off. A fierce frown decorated her face as she came towards me, and I hurled the small gold locket towards her.
"WEAR IT!!" she shrieked, and took a step towards me as his hand grabbed her shoulder and pulled her to the floor.
"Get the hell out," his monotone was strangely frightening, and the stoic expression on his face was tinted with anger. She grunted as her back hit the clean linoleum.
"Who the hell are you?!" she helped herself off the floor and stared into the taller boy's eyes. "Kisa... tell him to leave."
"No. You leave. Either leave or I'll make you go away. You seem to have this sick, twisted notion that you hold some sort of love for her," he motioned my way with a tip of his head. "You have some sort of mind to think she belongs to you as you contradict your "love" and betray her own confidence and trust by going behind her back and ruining her reputation, by hurting her when you are supposed to love her. What the hell kind of love is this? You can't love her. You'll never love her, because you don't know what love is," his cold, gray eyes stared into hers. She stood for a moment, her mind processing the words into coherency, and a flash of realization softened her frown, her fiery green eyes watering and a tear rolling down her face.
"G... g... Kisa..." her shoulders shuddered as tear after tear splattered softly. Brushing my hand, she turned and stumbled out of the room.
***
"I'm not sure about telling Akito-san, Hatsuharu..." I mumbled as I dressed for our meeting with the family head. "He might not take it as well as... ano... as you thought..." I trailed off, his slight smile reflected behind me in the mirror. He grasped my waist and pulled me towards him in an all- too-familiar hug. I closed my eyes, smiling as I sank into his warmth. This was what I needed. Relief.
***
The soft lighting and dull blend of colors greeted us as we entered Akito- san's home. Our footsteps echoed across the hardwood, the deserted house creaking in the early-morning breeze. I shivered, thinking darkly about the last time I stepped here, how I had been forbidden to love Hiro. My heart broke instantly, seeing the ripped expression on his face as his eye watched me be turned out of the room. My eyes watered, thinking of his earnest brown eyes staring after me.
A small hiss of a voice broke my thoughts, and Haru's hand was ripped from mine as Akito shoved him through the door, slamming and locking it quickly behind him. "Akito-san... what is going on?" I stared at him, listening to Haru bang on the door behind us.
"So... you want to marry him?" he whispered, smirking softly, his thin paper-white skin glowing in the darkness of the room. My eyes adjusted. This was Yuki's room. "You think you are good enough for him? You are not good enough for anyone." I stared at the floor as my older cousin circled me. His crimson robe dragged behind him on the floor, the shoulders sagging off his bare frame.
"Hai, I know," I stuttered out. How could I respond to his simple statements?
"You know, do you?" his cold fingers gently slid up my neck, sending shivers down my spine as I stared into his indigo eyes. He inhaled heavily. "You know?!" His hand quickly rose and pushed into my chest, sending me sprawling to the floor. "Do you know about MY privileges?! I get you first. I get everyone first... and aren't you in the perfect position...whore..." he grinned and was on top of me in an instant, prying my legs apart with his own.
I could hear Haru's banging in the background, the door threatening to fall at any moment, but soon I could no longer hear it because of the constant shrill screams I suddenly realized were my own. He was hurting me. He would get inside me at all costs, and I couldn't let him. I screamed again for Haru, Akito pinning me to the floor and pulling off my orange skirt.
Akito began to laugh suddenly as the banging was completely drowned out by the sounds of my screams. His indigo hair fell over his eyes as he restrained my arms above my head and rolling my shirt up above my head. His silky hands roved down my torso, chilling me. It hurt so badly. I screamed Haru's name again and Akito let out a throaty laugh.
Gunshots ripped through the room. Dust and woodchips stirred, shrapnel flying through the air. A thunk near the door, and a small stream of light pierced the darkness. I could see his silhouette kicking through the wooden door as I gathered the strength to begin a struggle. Glints of light flickered in frantic indigo eyes as Haru entered into the room, ripping his slender body off of mine. He picked me up slowly, pulling Akito's robe around me, and wrapping me in his arms. I sobbed and buried my face in his chest as he turned without a word.
***
I laid on a grimy bus seat, the older boy sitting next to me. He stared out the tinted glass windows at the sky, waiting for our stop. Not a word had been spoken since we left the Honke.
"Kisa..." I looked up from the floor, covered in soda and sticky-sweet candy.
"Hai..." I replied, trying not to burst into tears again. "I'm sorry... this is all my fault..." I returned my gaze to the floor.
"I love you."
I couldn't breathe. I didn't comprehend the words he had just said. He loved me? "I love you." He said it again, this time reaching into his pocket and retrieving the small broken chain from the locket. "I don't have any money... but..." he refastened the clasp and the broken link together quickly using his teeth, and secured the two end clasps together. He then took my small hand in his, quickly wrapping the chain around my left ring finger several times until it formed a looped ring. I couldn't smile. I couldn't speak. There was nothing to express the way I felt at that moment. He reached by his side, bringing out a small crimson rose. I took it, fondling the soft petals, entranced by the scent.
His kiss took me by surprise, but I answered it quickly, leaning into him as he ran his hands through my hair. I couldn't have ever felt more joy. I searched for something to say. He stared at me for a moment, and I searched in his eyes for the words I needed.
A mother sitting behind us made a small gesture at her child, then asked if he would like a candy. The little boy's eyes lit up suddenly, filled with the same joy I felt. He began repeating "Yes!" over and over excitedly, jumping up and down. I watched them carefully, and smiled, turning my attention back to Haru.
"Yes." I ran the rose across my cheek, the deep-red velvet petals caressing my skin. Crimson was love. This was love. "Yes."
***
A/N: I hope you liked my story, and I may write an epilogue. You must review and tell me so if you want an epilogue, dammit, or else I'm not gonna write one ^_~. Arigatou gozaimasu for reading, and please review!!