AN: Sorry the last chappie was so short. This one should be longer, I hope.
I have an idea, so I'm going to write and short authors not and that was
it. Enjoy!
Chapter 3
Hitomi jumped off Dilandau's motorcycle, her long heels wedging themselves in the numerous potholes and cracks that were supposed to form a road. Together they walked into Dilandau's house, knowing perfectly well that Hitomi had no intention of going home that night. Once in his room, Dilandau pulled out the cot that was stored under his bed. "You can have my bed," he whispered.
"Thanks," Hitomi murmured and flopped onto Dilandau's bed.
"You know, you don't have to tell me what happened tonight," he said as he pulled off his jacket and lay down on the cot next to where Hitomi was sleeping.
"Alright."
"Okay, what happened?" Hitomi smiled, grabbed a pillow and flung it at Dilandau.
"I'll tell you in the morning."
"Don't you have a curfew? Won't you get in trouble if you don't tell your mom you're here?"
"When has that ever stopped me before?" Dilandau remained silent, as Hitomi knew he would. Dilandau wasn't a punk like Hitomi and her old friends, but he wasn't a nerd either. She always let her mind linger to why she liked Dilandau so much. Maybe because he was always there for her, especially when her dad and Mamoru died.
This thought brought back stinging memories and Hitomi tried to shut it out of her thoughts, but the memories pounded through her head.
It was about two years ago, Hitomi was thirteen then, and she was staying the night at Dilandau's house, like she had done every Saturday night. Back then, Hitomi wasn't a punk, she didn't have drug addict friends, and her mother was her idol. Boy, a lot has changed, Hitomi thought. Then, that one fretful night, down by the corner that all the gang-bangers and druggies hung out at, there was an earsplitting crash that awoke Hitomi from her deep sleep.
Apparently Dilandau had woken too, because they were both sitting up in their beds staring at each other. It was very often that Hitomi got many sleepless nights due to gang fights, drug arrests or spills, drunk driving accidents, anything; it all seemed to happen on that corner near her house. She had learned to tune most of it out, but this time it was different. Something nagged at the bottom of her stomach, but she didn't know why.
Without meaning too, she slipped out of bed, and slunk outside into Dilandau's front yard, and the duo looked in the bleak distance, unable to see anything but the inky blackness. Neighbors were running out of their houses to see what was going on too. Then, all of a sudden, a huge flare of fire lit the sky as something exploded into crimson flames. Hitomi squinted and saw flames licking the interior of the blue van.
Wait-the blue van? Her eyes traveled to her driveway, and her mother's car was gone and so was her father's. Mrs. Kansaki was away with a friend of hers who was sick in the hospital, she firmly meant to stay with her all night, but her father's van wasn't supposed to be gone: her father's blue van. Then realization hit the thirteen-year-old.
Without a moment to spare, she ran into her house, screaming in the hallways and rooms; no one was there. Then as Hitomi ran into the kitchen, she saw a post-it-note stuck to the counter, it read: "Hitomi- Mamoru and I went down to the store for some ice cream. I doubt you will come home while we're gone, but just in case, I didn't want you to be worried. Love Always, Dad."
Sulking outside to Dilandau she gave him the note as fresh tears streaked down her face as she told Dilandau, "Please, don't lose this." Then, like a flash, Hitomi ran down the street to the inflamed corner. His eyes scanning the note, Dilandau understood what she was about to do. He too, took off after her, but she was the track-running star at their school, there was no way he could catch her in time.
As she neared the corner, Hitomi faintly became aware of the people screaming at her. When she reached the brink of the smoldering fire, she reached out her hand to open the van door, but it was burning hot. Just as she lifted her foot to kick the door, another flame shot up in the front of the car, thrusting her backwards, and re-igniting the van. If Dilandau hadn't been there at the moment to hold Hitomi back, she would have plunged into the flames, in a vain attempt to save her presumed dead father and brother, and if she had noticed, to save the post-it-note too.
But another fire roared, and it was seething in Hitomi's emerald eyes. "Why didn't you let me save them!" she half-shrieked, half-cried at Dilandau. "Hitomi," he tried to soothe her, "did you honestly think you could save them? The fire has been raging for almost half-an-hour now." She opened her mouth to speak, but instead, threw her arms around Dilandau's neck and starting wailing.
"It's okay Hitomi," he soothed, "I'll always be here for you." And to that very night where Hitomi lay silently crying, and Dilandau not so silently snoring, he had kept his promise to her, and Hitomi knew he always would.
AN: Okay, I changed my mind, I had to end it here. Sorry, I will yet again attempt to make a longer chapter next time. *Runs and hides*
Chapter 3
Hitomi jumped off Dilandau's motorcycle, her long heels wedging themselves in the numerous potholes and cracks that were supposed to form a road. Together they walked into Dilandau's house, knowing perfectly well that Hitomi had no intention of going home that night. Once in his room, Dilandau pulled out the cot that was stored under his bed. "You can have my bed," he whispered.
"Thanks," Hitomi murmured and flopped onto Dilandau's bed.
"You know, you don't have to tell me what happened tonight," he said as he pulled off his jacket and lay down on the cot next to where Hitomi was sleeping.
"Alright."
"Okay, what happened?" Hitomi smiled, grabbed a pillow and flung it at Dilandau.
"I'll tell you in the morning."
"Don't you have a curfew? Won't you get in trouble if you don't tell your mom you're here?"
"When has that ever stopped me before?" Dilandau remained silent, as Hitomi knew he would. Dilandau wasn't a punk like Hitomi and her old friends, but he wasn't a nerd either. She always let her mind linger to why she liked Dilandau so much. Maybe because he was always there for her, especially when her dad and Mamoru died.
This thought brought back stinging memories and Hitomi tried to shut it out of her thoughts, but the memories pounded through her head.
It was about two years ago, Hitomi was thirteen then, and she was staying the night at Dilandau's house, like she had done every Saturday night. Back then, Hitomi wasn't a punk, she didn't have drug addict friends, and her mother was her idol. Boy, a lot has changed, Hitomi thought. Then, that one fretful night, down by the corner that all the gang-bangers and druggies hung out at, there was an earsplitting crash that awoke Hitomi from her deep sleep.
Apparently Dilandau had woken too, because they were both sitting up in their beds staring at each other. It was very often that Hitomi got many sleepless nights due to gang fights, drug arrests or spills, drunk driving accidents, anything; it all seemed to happen on that corner near her house. She had learned to tune most of it out, but this time it was different. Something nagged at the bottom of her stomach, but she didn't know why.
Without meaning too, she slipped out of bed, and slunk outside into Dilandau's front yard, and the duo looked in the bleak distance, unable to see anything but the inky blackness. Neighbors were running out of their houses to see what was going on too. Then, all of a sudden, a huge flare of fire lit the sky as something exploded into crimson flames. Hitomi squinted and saw flames licking the interior of the blue van.
Wait-the blue van? Her eyes traveled to her driveway, and her mother's car was gone and so was her father's. Mrs. Kansaki was away with a friend of hers who was sick in the hospital, she firmly meant to stay with her all night, but her father's van wasn't supposed to be gone: her father's blue van. Then realization hit the thirteen-year-old.
Without a moment to spare, she ran into her house, screaming in the hallways and rooms; no one was there. Then as Hitomi ran into the kitchen, she saw a post-it-note stuck to the counter, it read: "Hitomi- Mamoru and I went down to the store for some ice cream. I doubt you will come home while we're gone, but just in case, I didn't want you to be worried. Love Always, Dad."
Sulking outside to Dilandau she gave him the note as fresh tears streaked down her face as she told Dilandau, "Please, don't lose this." Then, like a flash, Hitomi ran down the street to the inflamed corner. His eyes scanning the note, Dilandau understood what she was about to do. He too, took off after her, but she was the track-running star at their school, there was no way he could catch her in time.
As she neared the corner, Hitomi faintly became aware of the people screaming at her. When she reached the brink of the smoldering fire, she reached out her hand to open the van door, but it was burning hot. Just as she lifted her foot to kick the door, another flame shot up in the front of the car, thrusting her backwards, and re-igniting the van. If Dilandau hadn't been there at the moment to hold Hitomi back, she would have plunged into the flames, in a vain attempt to save her presumed dead father and brother, and if she had noticed, to save the post-it-note too.
But another fire roared, and it was seething in Hitomi's emerald eyes. "Why didn't you let me save them!" she half-shrieked, half-cried at Dilandau. "Hitomi," he tried to soothe her, "did you honestly think you could save them? The fire has been raging for almost half-an-hour now." She opened her mouth to speak, but instead, threw her arms around Dilandau's neck and starting wailing.
"It's okay Hitomi," he soothed, "I'll always be here for you." And to that very night where Hitomi lay silently crying, and Dilandau not so silently snoring, he had kept his promise to her, and Hitomi knew he always would.
AN: Okay, I changed my mind, I had to end it here. Sorry, I will yet again attempt to make a longer chapter next time. *Runs and hides*
