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Mitsukake: *is commentless*
Chan: Shut up! I'm the one writing this chapter, NOT YOU MITSUKAKE!
Mitsukake: ...I never said anything... :X ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 10 - Forgiveness
"Forgive me, Darrell... SHINKU..."
Sakura planted her feet in the ground and stared hard at Darrell, who was charging at her at top speed. She started to cup her hands together, but before she could do that...
SMACK.
Before Sakura could even move, she found herself rolling on the floor backwards before landing flat on her back, completely out of breath. She closed her eyes as a sharp pain formed in her ribcage, and she realized that Darrell had just broken one of her ribs. With one blow... This was so unusual. What was wrong with him?!
"Very good..."
Darrell stood over Sakura as she lay on the floor, trying her best to catch her breath.
"D-D-darrell..."
Her speaking was rewarded with a sharp jab in the ribs, right where one rib was broken.
"AAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
~~~Meanwhile~~~
A lone figure leaned against the back wall of Sakura's house, with his face buried in his arm, which was pressed up against the wall. Noisy sobs escaped his mouth one after the other in a steady rhythm, convulsing his shoulders.
"Why did I have to say all those stupid things?!"
Mitsukake dried his eyes on his shirt and tip-toed around the the front of the house. He opened the door hesitantly, and then walked in, closing the door behind him softly. He sat down on Sakura's bed and noticed something through his tear-filled eyes that he hadn't seen before.
A picture album. Mitsukake hesitantly picked it up and opened it, gingerly scanning through the photographs. He flipped the fourth page and saw a picture that he didn't want to see right then. It was a picture of Darrell and Sakura, who appeared to be drinking sake out of each other's cups, similar to that of a wedding ritual. Mitsukake's eyes watered up as he continued to flip through the pages, his lips trembling. She didn't know how much she had hurt him when she had said that last comment... He liked her so much...
After seeing the last picture, he pulled it out and silently stuck it in his wallet. It was a small school portrait, (Darrell-free), of Sakura wearing a big, warm smile.
"Sakura..."
He tossed the album back where he had found it and laid down on Sakura's soft bed. The smell of Sakura filled his nose from the pillow, and reminded him of her. This bed was heaven on earth. Soon, he found himself asleep, unaware of how much pain Sakura was feeling at the moment...
~~~Meanwhile~~~
Darrell was showing Sakura no mercy. He was beating her so badly that Sakura herself didn't think she was going to survive.
Sakura felt herself being lifted off of the floor by the hair. A choked sob escaped her lips; a prayer that the real Darrell would her it, but she knew inside that he couldn't. It was a lost hope.
The man stood against the wall, laughing and watching Darrell beat Sakura mercilessly. There was no way that he was going to help her. This all seemed amusing to him...
Suddenly, Darrell threw Sakura towards the a wall, and she collided painfully with it, putting a large dent in it.
"AAAAAHHH!!!!"
As Darrell walked over calmly towards where Sakura was lying on the floor, a dark figure was catching them unawares while crouching behind a large machine. She was wearing a black bodysuit that fit snugly around her body, and had her black hair tied up in double buns. Her lips were pressed together firmly as she watched her friend get the beating of her life.
"Sakura..."
In this girl's mind, a battle was raging feircely. One side seemed as equal as the other, and she was having a hard time making up her mind. Part of her wanted to leap out and stop this nonsense, but the other half wanted her to stay where she was until there was absoolutely no time left to save her friend.
Silently, she cursed herself, and then lunged out from her hiding place behind her former boss.
"Eikokujin-sama!!!"
As her former leader heard his name called, he turned in her direction a few seconds too late. A foot crashed upside his face and knocked him senseless as he fell flat on his face.
"DARRELL!!"
Darrell didn't respond as Uriko rushed up behind him, calling his name over and over. In a robotic manner, he grabbed Sakura and slammed her against the wall, holding her by her neck. Uriko's eyes flared in anger.
"What do you think you're doing? Can you hear me?!"
Sakura screamed in pain as Darrell tightened his grip on her throat in attempt to silence her. That was soon rewared by a sharp lariat from Uriko. Darrell slip back across the floor, a look of utter shock on his face. Uriko caught Sakura in her arms, and attempted to get her to stand as Darrell began to get back up off the floor.
"Forgive me, Darrell..." Murmured Uriko as she prepared to take Darrell out. "Chichio Senkou..."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 5 Hours Later ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Uuuuhhnn..."
A soft moan came from Sakura as she felt pain greeting her awakening by surging white-hot burning sensations in her lungs. She opened her eyes slowly against the unforgiving glare of the familiar hospital lights.
"What... What happened to me?"
"Sakura..."
Her vision came into focus slowly as she saw a face several inches from her face. It had tanned skin and bright, hazel-colored eyes and hair... This wasn't Darrell. That observation relieved Sakura in a way, and then, in a way it didn't.
Mitsukake was leaning over her bed, his gaze penetrating into her face. Sakura felt herself blushing, as shouts sounded in her head. They were the ones she had shouted at Mitsukake earlier... She felt her heart become heavy with remorse as she saw the sad look on his face as he gazed down at her longingly.
"Mitsu... I... I..."
Sakura was silenced by a finger held her her lips by Mitsukake, as his sad hazel eyes glanced down at his finger with a look of sorrow in them.
"Sakura... I'm sorry. I had to come see about you; I mean, I know you don't ever want to see me again... But..."
Sakura struggled to sit up tall against her pillow, but remained still when she felt pain streaming from her rib cage... Broken rib.
"Mitsu, please... I think... I think I owe you an apology..."
"I don't deserve it."
"Don't say that... Look, I was so rude to you... Please forgive me... It was the heat of the moment, and I said things that I didn't mean there... I'm sorry..."
A short silence followed.
"...You're not mad at me, are you, Mitsukake?"
"How could I be mad at you? It's impossible... You're too sweet to be angry at..."
Sakura blushed as the true meaning of his kind words set in. No one ever said such things to her... not even Darrell.
"I... I'm sorry too, Sakura... Please... I didn't mean to pry..."
"It's okay... I can't beleive I blew up on you like that..."
"C'mere..."
Mitsu gently helped Sakura sit up with her back on her pillow, and embraced her loosely.
"Are we still friends, now?" He asked in a timid voice as he stroked her brown hair softly.
"Sure thing..." Replied Sakura as she stared out the window, a sudden thought coming into her mind.
"Mitsu... Where is Darrell?
{Darrell: Asshole.} Thought Mitsukake as he remembered the description Uriko gave him of Sakura and Darrell's fight.
Reluctantly, Mitsu answered her question. "He's in the room opposite... I've got some bad news, though, cherry blossom..."
Sakura blushed at his new use of a pet name for her, but then took on a serious look.
"What?"
{Bad for you, good for me...} Thought Mitsukake, but he said, "The doctors didn't want me to tell you... But... Darrell's in a coma."
Sakura stiffened, as if someone had poured cold water down her back.
"Mitsukake... are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Say it's not so..."
"I can't, darling."
"Oh my god..."
Sakura flew back into Mitsukake's arms and began crying her heart out into his chest. Mitsukake felt sorry for her loss, but secretly inside, he felt relieved that Darrell was at last out of his way. His next objective was going to be simple: Win over Sakura's heart and push the memories of Darrell aside.
The door opened suddenly, startling them. It was Uriko.
"I'm so sorry, Sakura!!!" She wailed as she collapsed on her knees by Sakura's bed, crying for all she was worth onto Sakura's mattress. "Please forgive me; I had no idea that... that..."
Mitsukake suddenly felt that the two girls should be left alone for a while, so he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, seeing if he had enough to buy them a drink with. The picture he had taken from Sakura's photo album slipped out onto her lap as he tried to pick it back up, but Sakura saw it.
"This... was a picture I took at school..." choked Sakura. "The day Darrell forgot to bring his lunch money and had to run home to get it..." Another sob escaped her lips.
"I'm... sorry..." Mitsu quickly shoved the picture back into his wallet and pulled out 200 yen for drinks. "I'll be back in a minute..."
As Mitsukake walked out the door, he glanced in Darrell's room and saw several doctors standing around his bed, shaking their heads. They were whispering to one another, but the only thing that Mitsu could make out was the word "vegetable".
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Chan: Whoo hoo! Nice chapter if I do say so myself.
Mitsu: YEAH!!! *Hugs Chan incessantly*
Chan: Okay, you can let go of me now... I gotta email it to DeNice so he can post it... .
Chan and Mitsu: BE SURE TO REVIEW PEOPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Mitsukake: *is commentless*
Chan: Shut up! I'm the one writing this chapter, NOT YOU MITSUKAKE!
Mitsukake: ...I never said anything... :X ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 10 - Forgiveness
"Forgive me, Darrell... SHINKU..."
Sakura planted her feet in the ground and stared hard at Darrell, who was charging at her at top speed. She started to cup her hands together, but before she could do that...
SMACK.
Before Sakura could even move, she found herself rolling on the floor backwards before landing flat on her back, completely out of breath. She closed her eyes as a sharp pain formed in her ribcage, and she realized that Darrell had just broken one of her ribs. With one blow... This was so unusual. What was wrong with him?!
"Very good..."
Darrell stood over Sakura as she lay on the floor, trying her best to catch her breath.
"D-D-darrell..."
Her speaking was rewarded with a sharp jab in the ribs, right where one rib was broken.
"AAAAAAAGHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"
~~~Meanwhile~~~
A lone figure leaned against the back wall of Sakura's house, with his face buried in his arm, which was pressed up against the wall. Noisy sobs escaped his mouth one after the other in a steady rhythm, convulsing his shoulders.
"Why did I have to say all those stupid things?!"
Mitsukake dried his eyes on his shirt and tip-toed around the the front of the house. He opened the door hesitantly, and then walked in, closing the door behind him softly. He sat down on Sakura's bed and noticed something through his tear-filled eyes that he hadn't seen before.
A picture album. Mitsukake hesitantly picked it up and opened it, gingerly scanning through the photographs. He flipped the fourth page and saw a picture that he didn't want to see right then. It was a picture of Darrell and Sakura, who appeared to be drinking sake out of each other's cups, similar to that of a wedding ritual. Mitsukake's eyes watered up as he continued to flip through the pages, his lips trembling. She didn't know how much she had hurt him when she had said that last comment... He liked her so much...
After seeing the last picture, he pulled it out and silently stuck it in his wallet. It was a small school portrait, (Darrell-free), of Sakura wearing a big, warm smile.
"Sakura..."
He tossed the album back where he had found it and laid down on Sakura's soft bed. The smell of Sakura filled his nose from the pillow, and reminded him of her. This bed was heaven on earth. Soon, he found himself asleep, unaware of how much pain Sakura was feeling at the moment...
~~~Meanwhile~~~
Darrell was showing Sakura no mercy. He was beating her so badly that Sakura herself didn't think she was going to survive.
Sakura felt herself being lifted off of the floor by the hair. A choked sob escaped her lips; a prayer that the real Darrell would her it, but she knew inside that he couldn't. It was a lost hope.
The man stood against the wall, laughing and watching Darrell beat Sakura mercilessly. There was no way that he was going to help her. This all seemed amusing to him...
Suddenly, Darrell threw Sakura towards the a wall, and she collided painfully with it, putting a large dent in it.
"AAAAAHHH!!!!"
As Darrell walked over calmly towards where Sakura was lying on the floor, a dark figure was catching them unawares while crouching behind a large machine. She was wearing a black bodysuit that fit snugly around her body, and had her black hair tied up in double buns. Her lips were pressed together firmly as she watched her friend get the beating of her life.
"Sakura..."
In this girl's mind, a battle was raging feircely. One side seemed as equal as the other, and she was having a hard time making up her mind. Part of her wanted to leap out and stop this nonsense, but the other half wanted her to stay where she was until there was absoolutely no time left to save her friend.
Silently, she cursed herself, and then lunged out from her hiding place behind her former boss.
"Eikokujin-sama!!!"
As her former leader heard his name called, he turned in her direction a few seconds too late. A foot crashed upside his face and knocked him senseless as he fell flat on his face.
"DARRELL!!"
Darrell didn't respond as Uriko rushed up behind him, calling his name over and over. In a robotic manner, he grabbed Sakura and slammed her against the wall, holding her by her neck. Uriko's eyes flared in anger.
"What do you think you're doing? Can you hear me?!"
Sakura screamed in pain as Darrell tightened his grip on her throat in attempt to silence her. That was soon rewared by a sharp lariat from Uriko. Darrell slip back across the floor, a look of utter shock on his face. Uriko caught Sakura in her arms, and attempted to get her to stand as Darrell began to get back up off the floor.
"Forgive me, Darrell..." Murmured Uriko as she prepared to take Darrell out. "Chichio Senkou..."
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ 5 Hours Later ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
"Uuuuhhnn..."
A soft moan came from Sakura as she felt pain greeting her awakening by surging white-hot burning sensations in her lungs. She opened her eyes slowly against the unforgiving glare of the familiar hospital lights.
"What... What happened to me?"
"Sakura..."
Her vision came into focus slowly as she saw a face several inches from her face. It had tanned skin and bright, hazel-colored eyes and hair... This wasn't Darrell. That observation relieved Sakura in a way, and then, in a way it didn't.
Mitsukake was leaning over her bed, his gaze penetrating into her face. Sakura felt herself blushing, as shouts sounded in her head. They were the ones she had shouted at Mitsukake earlier... She felt her heart become heavy with remorse as she saw the sad look on his face as he gazed down at her longingly.
"Mitsu... I... I..."
Sakura was silenced by a finger held her her lips by Mitsukake, as his sad hazel eyes glanced down at his finger with a look of sorrow in them.
"Sakura... I'm sorry. I had to come see about you; I mean, I know you don't ever want to see me again... But..."
Sakura struggled to sit up tall against her pillow, but remained still when she felt pain streaming from her rib cage... Broken rib.
"Mitsu, please... I think... I think I owe you an apology..."
"I don't deserve it."
"Don't say that... Look, I was so rude to you... Please forgive me... It was the heat of the moment, and I said things that I didn't mean there... I'm sorry..."
A short silence followed.
"...You're not mad at me, are you, Mitsukake?"
"How could I be mad at you? It's impossible... You're too sweet to be angry at..."
Sakura blushed as the true meaning of his kind words set in. No one ever said such things to her... not even Darrell.
"I... I'm sorry too, Sakura... Please... I didn't mean to pry..."
"It's okay... I can't beleive I blew up on you like that..."
"C'mere..."
Mitsu gently helped Sakura sit up with her back on her pillow, and embraced her loosely.
"Are we still friends, now?" He asked in a timid voice as he stroked her brown hair softly.
"Sure thing..." Replied Sakura as she stared out the window, a sudden thought coming into her mind.
"Mitsu... Where is Darrell?
{Darrell: Asshole.} Thought Mitsukake as he remembered the description Uriko gave him of Sakura and Darrell's fight.
Reluctantly, Mitsu answered her question. "He's in the room opposite... I've got some bad news, though, cherry blossom..."
Sakura blushed at his new use of a pet name for her, but then took on a serious look.
"What?"
{Bad for you, good for me...} Thought Mitsukake, but he said, "The doctors didn't want me to tell you... But... Darrell's in a coma."
Sakura stiffened, as if someone had poured cold water down her back.
"Mitsukake... are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Say it's not so..."
"I can't, darling."
"Oh my god..."
Sakura flew back into Mitsukake's arms and began crying her heart out into his chest. Mitsukake felt sorry for her loss, but secretly inside, he felt relieved that Darrell was at last out of his way. His next objective was going to be simple: Win over Sakura's heart and push the memories of Darrell aside.
The door opened suddenly, startling them. It was Uriko.
"I'm so sorry, Sakura!!!" She wailed as she collapsed on her knees by Sakura's bed, crying for all she was worth onto Sakura's mattress. "Please forgive me; I had no idea that... that..."
Mitsukake suddenly felt that the two girls should be left alone for a while, so he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, seeing if he had enough to buy them a drink with. The picture he had taken from Sakura's photo album slipped out onto her lap as he tried to pick it back up, but Sakura saw it.
"This... was a picture I took at school..." choked Sakura. "The day Darrell forgot to bring his lunch money and had to run home to get it..." Another sob escaped her lips.
"I'm... sorry..." Mitsu quickly shoved the picture back into his wallet and pulled out 200 yen for drinks. "I'll be back in a minute..."
As Mitsukake walked out the door, he glanced in Darrell's room and saw several doctors standing around his bed, shaking their heads. They were whispering to one another, but the only thing that Mitsu could make out was the word "vegetable".
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Chan: Whoo hoo! Nice chapter if I do say so myself.
Mitsu: YEAH!!! *Hugs Chan incessantly*
Chan: Okay, you can let go of me now... I gotta email it to DeNice so he can post it... .
Chan and Mitsu: BE SURE TO REVIEW PEOPLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!