Nashi- Hey guys! I'm sorry about the last chapter, I had used some marks to show that there was a change of P.o.v. but for some reason they didn't show up. Soryy! Also, When I upload my chapters, all the indentions I made seem to disappear... What's up with that?
Oh, one more thing, I'm not grounded anymore! Take that, Advanced Chemistry! ::strikes a pose and laughs in triumph::
Chapter 7:
"Mommy..." the girl cried, sitting beside the waterfall for comfort. Once again there were footsteps behind her, and that same caring voice.
"Are you ok?" Once again the question repeated itself in her mind. But this time instead of turning to see who had asked her, she just continued crying.
"No, I'm not ok... I'm not..." She cried into her kimono's sleeve, "Mommies gone... and now brother is mad at me..." The stranger behind her hugged her close.
"It's ok, little one. It will be all right." The voice was soothing, more then any voice she had ever heard, though most voices she ever heard were nothing but scornful. But still, it wasn't going to be ok...
"Not... ok..."
"Ayane?" The voice woke her from her dream. She was lying down, covers pulled up to her chest, still dressed in her ninja suit, and that voice was, oh god, could it really be who she thought it was?
No way... I'm going to open my eyes and I'm going to be in my bed, that voice is going to be Hayate, who went looking for me after our fight to apologize, but then he found me bleeding and brought me home... Yeah, that's it. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
And found that she was in a bed, but it wasn't hers... she wasn't even in her apartment! Ayane jolted forward only to be pushed back down.
"Save your strength, you've lost a lot of blood." Ayane looked up from the pillow to see Hayabusa sitting beside the bed, a book in one hand and the other on her shoulder, holding her down, "How are you feeling?"
Ayane looked around the room, which was larger then her bedroom. The room was dark, the only light coming from a window opposite from the bed. Judging by the amount of light she guessed it was early morning. How long had she been out?
"Where am I?" She asked, ignoring his question, "And remove your hand from my shoulder, it hurts." Ayane looked over to her arm to see that her forearm was wrapped in a bandage. She tried to move it but Hayabusa laid his hand on it to keep it still.
"Ow! Damn it, Hayabusa! Didn't I just say that my arm hurts?" She glared at him, though he wasn't really hurting her, but having his hand on her arm made her nervous.
."If you can feel pain you must be fine. To answer your question, you're in my house." His house? She looked at the large bed with its white sheets and blue comforter. Oh god... That meant that she was in Hayabusa's bed!
He removed his hand , setting his book on the nightstand, and undid the bandage, revealing four vertical cuts running along her arm. It looked pretty sick, as if some monster with jagged claws had slashed her.
It's my fault it looks like that... she thought. No, better yet, it's Hayate's fault! Yep! I blame him for making me so upset! If he hadn't been such a prick then I wouldn't have done this...
Hayabusa shook his head and got up from the chair he had been sitting on, walking outside the room and coming back with a first aid kit.
"How did you find me?"
"I followed the trail of blood." Hayabusa set the kit down on the nightstand and opened it.
"Why the hell did you bring me here?" He took out a dark glass bottle and a bag of cotton balls.
"I don't know where you live and I was sure you didn't want to go back to the Mugen estate, seeing how you and Hayate are fighting. So I brought you here." Ayane raised an eyebrow and watched as he unscrewed the bottle and poured its contents onto a cotton ball.
"Don't you think it would've been smart to take me to the hospital instead?"
"It was too far, you could've bled to death before I reached it. Now let me see you arm." Ayane sat up and, as best as she could, pulled away from him.
"Is that going to sting? Just what is it?" She pointed to the cotton ball he held.
"Maybe... It's Peroxide." He sounded like he didn't care if it did or not.
"Then I don't want it..."
"This will keep your cuts clean." He reached for her arm but she turned her back to him, protecting her arm.
"So will soap and water, and they don't sting."
"It will kill any germs and prevent infection..."
"Soap can do that too."
"Stop being stubborn and give me your arm, Ayane."
"Make me!"
Hayabusa sighed and grabbed her by the shoulder, easily forcing her back down on the bed. Ayane's head hit the pillow with a soft 'thump'. He applied just enough pressure to keep her down, but she still struggled.
"Get off me Hayabusa, ow, ow! That hurts, damn it!"
"It would hurt less if you just stayed still Ayane." He said as he gently stroked her cuts with the cotton ball, cursing as a small line of blood formed on one of her cuts.
"Darn it, Ayane, all your movement caused a cut to reopen." He reached for the nightstand and traded the cotton ball for a cloth, which he pressed down on her cut. "I don't think you can afford to lose anymore blood, so just try and relax."
"How long are you going to hold that there?" She nodded to the cloth.
"Until the bleeding stops."
"I can't relax with you hovering over me." Hayabusa looked away from her arm and to her face. His green eyes showed no hint of emotion, perfect for a ninja...
"Well try."
"Can't you just use a bandage?" Crap, she could feel her face get warm.
"I don't trust a bandage to stay in place." He returned his focus to her arm.
"Then let me hold it."
"You're too weak to apply the right amount of pressure. Just leave it to me Ayane, you need to rest." Rest? How did he expect her to do that? Here she was, in his bed, with him close enough she could feel his breath on her arm. No, she couldn't rest like this...
He was studying her arm, poking certain muscles and glancing at her for a reaction. "Does it hurt when I do this?" He grabbed her behind the elbow and lifted her forearm to a ninety degree angle, then slowly back down.
"No, my arm just burns from your fraggin' peroxide!"
"Good, then your muscles should be fine." Hayabusa lifted the cloth from her arm to find the cut had stopped bleeding. "I was worried that you might have torn your muscles with that knife of yours."
"Yeah, like I'd be that stupid, and what do you care about my muscles?" Hayabusa took a new bandage from the kit and wrapped her arm tightly.
"Cutting yourself in the first place wasn't that smart." He finished with the bandage and got up to put everything back into the kit, save for the cotton ball and bloody cloth, he threw those away.
"Thanks for the reminder." She mumbled, turning away from him to cradle her arm, damn peroxide. From behind her Hayabusa had gotten up and walked over to the window, pulling the curtains closed.
"I have to leave now, stay in bed and rest, I'll be back soon." He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
"Hey! Wait!" No response. Where the hell was he going? Why was he leaving her alone now, alone in his house, alone in his bed...
"I can't believe this." She slammed her good arm on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Why was he in the forest last night anyway? Had he been on a mission? Or did Hayate send him?
"Kasumi's your sister!" Hayate's words shouted at her. So what? It's didn't change the fact that she had run away. Everyone else was after Kasumi's life, why couldn't she, the one that actually had a good reason to kill her, hunt her down?
"Hayate, you're a jerk..." Ayane pulled the sheets over her head. They were soft against her burning skin and they smelt... clean... these were the same sheets Hayabusa slept in...
Ayane threw the sheets off her and sat up, her head throbbing in protest. What am I doing? I can't just sit here all day! Screw Hayate! I'm going to find Kasumi and kill the little whore!
She sat there, listening to the surrounding building. It was quiet, very quiet. Even if Hayabusa was moving around downstairs she probably wouldn't hear him. He's a ninja! How much noise could he make?
But then, a door, downstairs she guessed, closed. She waiting a good ten minuets until she was sure Hayabusa was gone. Then she slid to the side of the bed and set her feet on the floor.
She looked around for her shoes and found them beside the bed. Once she slipped them on she attempted to stand, but fell back on the bed again, her legs tingling from their long nap.
"Great, they're asleep!" Ayane pounded on them with her hand. "Stupid legs! Who said you could sleep?" she started to stomp her feet until they stopped tingling. Once again she tried to stand up, this time she was able to stay standing, though a bit wobbly.
She wobbled her way to the bedroom door and peeked out into the hallway. With the coast clear she continued into what she thought to be the living room with a kitchen connected to the it, separated by a bar in the middle. There was a closet in the hallway, with the bathroom next to it.
She only had one door left to check, and sure enough, it was the stairs leading down to the shop. Gradually she took the steps one at a time, holding onto the rail. The throbbing in her head was growing more intense with each step.
I couldn't have lost that much blood, could I? If so, then I should be dead! At least then I wouldn't have this stupid headache!
On the last few stairs she lost her balance and fell to the carpet below, trying her best to land on her 'good' arm, which she did, if that was something to be happy about.
She mumbled profanities as she picked herself up. Damn it! She wouldn't be able to kill Kasumi if she died from Hayabusa's damned stairs!
Standing up she stumbled to the front door and turned the handle, giving her a satisfying 'click' as it opened. Peeking outside she could see that no one was on the streets yet. Everyone in this area must still be asleep, so she started in the direction of her apartment, still wobbling.
"Once I get home I'm going to take a bath, get dressed, then I'm going to find Kasumi's school and beat the shit out of her." She nodded, agreeing with the course of action. "And there's nothing Hayate can do about it... Now if only my head would stop throbbing..."
The ground before her was slowly starting to spin, in fact, everything was spinning! A wave of dizziness swept over her, stopping her in her tracks.
"Just keep walking..." She leaned on the wall of Hayabusa's building and walked along it. Just keep walking, it won't take long to get home, just don't pass out, please don't pass out. God, she felt sick...
But in the next moment, she didn't feel anything. Nothing hurt, nothing was spinning, and everything felt still. She closed her eyes, feeling unbelievably tired... Ayane fell to her knees, and then continued to fall flat on the sidewalk, mumbling to herself,
"Should have stayed in bed..."
Oh, one more thing, I'm not grounded anymore! Take that, Advanced Chemistry! ::strikes a pose and laughs in triumph::
Chapter 7:
"Mommy..." the girl cried, sitting beside the waterfall for comfort. Once again there were footsteps behind her, and that same caring voice.
"Are you ok?" Once again the question repeated itself in her mind. But this time instead of turning to see who had asked her, she just continued crying.
"No, I'm not ok... I'm not..." She cried into her kimono's sleeve, "Mommies gone... and now brother is mad at me..." The stranger behind her hugged her close.
"It's ok, little one. It will be all right." The voice was soothing, more then any voice she had ever heard, though most voices she ever heard were nothing but scornful. But still, it wasn't going to be ok...
"Not... ok..."
"Ayane?" The voice woke her from her dream. She was lying down, covers pulled up to her chest, still dressed in her ninja suit, and that voice was, oh god, could it really be who she thought it was?
No way... I'm going to open my eyes and I'm going to be in my bed, that voice is going to be Hayate, who went looking for me after our fight to apologize, but then he found me bleeding and brought me home... Yeah, that's it. Slowly, she opened her eyes.
And found that she was in a bed, but it wasn't hers... she wasn't even in her apartment! Ayane jolted forward only to be pushed back down.
"Save your strength, you've lost a lot of blood." Ayane looked up from the pillow to see Hayabusa sitting beside the bed, a book in one hand and the other on her shoulder, holding her down, "How are you feeling?"
Ayane looked around the room, which was larger then her bedroom. The room was dark, the only light coming from a window opposite from the bed. Judging by the amount of light she guessed it was early morning. How long had she been out?
"Where am I?" She asked, ignoring his question, "And remove your hand from my shoulder, it hurts." Ayane looked over to her arm to see that her forearm was wrapped in a bandage. She tried to move it but Hayabusa laid his hand on it to keep it still.
"Ow! Damn it, Hayabusa! Didn't I just say that my arm hurts?" She glared at him, though he wasn't really hurting her, but having his hand on her arm made her nervous.
."If you can feel pain you must be fine. To answer your question, you're in my house." His house? She looked at the large bed with its white sheets and blue comforter. Oh god... That meant that she was in Hayabusa's bed!
He removed his hand , setting his book on the nightstand, and undid the bandage, revealing four vertical cuts running along her arm. It looked pretty sick, as if some monster with jagged claws had slashed her.
It's my fault it looks like that... she thought. No, better yet, it's Hayate's fault! Yep! I blame him for making me so upset! If he hadn't been such a prick then I wouldn't have done this...
Hayabusa shook his head and got up from the chair he had been sitting on, walking outside the room and coming back with a first aid kit.
"How did you find me?"
"I followed the trail of blood." Hayabusa set the kit down on the nightstand and opened it.
"Why the hell did you bring me here?" He took out a dark glass bottle and a bag of cotton balls.
"I don't know where you live and I was sure you didn't want to go back to the Mugen estate, seeing how you and Hayate are fighting. So I brought you here." Ayane raised an eyebrow and watched as he unscrewed the bottle and poured its contents onto a cotton ball.
"Don't you think it would've been smart to take me to the hospital instead?"
"It was too far, you could've bled to death before I reached it. Now let me see you arm." Ayane sat up and, as best as she could, pulled away from him.
"Is that going to sting? Just what is it?" She pointed to the cotton ball he held.
"Maybe... It's Peroxide." He sounded like he didn't care if it did or not.
"Then I don't want it..."
"This will keep your cuts clean." He reached for her arm but she turned her back to him, protecting her arm.
"So will soap and water, and they don't sting."
"It will kill any germs and prevent infection..."
"Soap can do that too."
"Stop being stubborn and give me your arm, Ayane."
"Make me!"
Hayabusa sighed and grabbed her by the shoulder, easily forcing her back down on the bed. Ayane's head hit the pillow with a soft 'thump'. He applied just enough pressure to keep her down, but she still struggled.
"Get off me Hayabusa, ow, ow! That hurts, damn it!"
"It would hurt less if you just stayed still Ayane." He said as he gently stroked her cuts with the cotton ball, cursing as a small line of blood formed on one of her cuts.
"Darn it, Ayane, all your movement caused a cut to reopen." He reached for the nightstand and traded the cotton ball for a cloth, which he pressed down on her cut. "I don't think you can afford to lose anymore blood, so just try and relax."
"How long are you going to hold that there?" She nodded to the cloth.
"Until the bleeding stops."
"I can't relax with you hovering over me." Hayabusa looked away from her arm and to her face. His green eyes showed no hint of emotion, perfect for a ninja...
"Well try."
"Can't you just use a bandage?" Crap, she could feel her face get warm.
"I don't trust a bandage to stay in place." He returned his focus to her arm.
"Then let me hold it."
"You're too weak to apply the right amount of pressure. Just leave it to me Ayane, you need to rest." Rest? How did he expect her to do that? Here she was, in his bed, with him close enough she could feel his breath on her arm. No, she couldn't rest like this...
He was studying her arm, poking certain muscles and glancing at her for a reaction. "Does it hurt when I do this?" He grabbed her behind the elbow and lifted her forearm to a ninety degree angle, then slowly back down.
"No, my arm just burns from your fraggin' peroxide!"
"Good, then your muscles should be fine." Hayabusa lifted the cloth from her arm to find the cut had stopped bleeding. "I was worried that you might have torn your muscles with that knife of yours."
"Yeah, like I'd be that stupid, and what do you care about my muscles?" Hayabusa took a new bandage from the kit and wrapped her arm tightly.
"Cutting yourself in the first place wasn't that smart." He finished with the bandage and got up to put everything back into the kit, save for the cotton ball and bloody cloth, he threw those away.
"Thanks for the reminder." She mumbled, turning away from him to cradle her arm, damn peroxide. From behind her Hayabusa had gotten up and walked over to the window, pulling the curtains closed.
"I have to leave now, stay in bed and rest, I'll be back soon." He walked out of the room and closed the door behind him.
"Hey! Wait!" No response. Where the hell was he going? Why was he leaving her alone now, alone in his house, alone in his bed...
"I can't believe this." She slammed her good arm on the bed, looking at the ceiling. Why was he in the forest last night anyway? Had he been on a mission? Or did Hayate send him?
"Kasumi's your sister!" Hayate's words shouted at her. So what? It's didn't change the fact that she had run away. Everyone else was after Kasumi's life, why couldn't she, the one that actually had a good reason to kill her, hunt her down?
"Hayate, you're a jerk..." Ayane pulled the sheets over her head. They were soft against her burning skin and they smelt... clean... these were the same sheets Hayabusa slept in...
Ayane threw the sheets off her and sat up, her head throbbing in protest. What am I doing? I can't just sit here all day! Screw Hayate! I'm going to find Kasumi and kill the little whore!
She sat there, listening to the surrounding building. It was quiet, very quiet. Even if Hayabusa was moving around downstairs she probably wouldn't hear him. He's a ninja! How much noise could he make?
But then, a door, downstairs she guessed, closed. She waiting a good ten minuets until she was sure Hayabusa was gone. Then she slid to the side of the bed and set her feet on the floor.
She looked around for her shoes and found them beside the bed. Once she slipped them on she attempted to stand, but fell back on the bed again, her legs tingling from their long nap.
"Great, they're asleep!" Ayane pounded on them with her hand. "Stupid legs! Who said you could sleep?" she started to stomp her feet until they stopped tingling. Once again she tried to stand up, this time she was able to stay standing, though a bit wobbly.
She wobbled her way to the bedroom door and peeked out into the hallway. With the coast clear she continued into what she thought to be the living room with a kitchen connected to the it, separated by a bar in the middle. There was a closet in the hallway, with the bathroom next to it.
She only had one door left to check, and sure enough, it was the stairs leading down to the shop. Gradually she took the steps one at a time, holding onto the rail. The throbbing in her head was growing more intense with each step.
I couldn't have lost that much blood, could I? If so, then I should be dead! At least then I wouldn't have this stupid headache!
On the last few stairs she lost her balance and fell to the carpet below, trying her best to land on her 'good' arm, which she did, if that was something to be happy about.
She mumbled profanities as she picked herself up. Damn it! She wouldn't be able to kill Kasumi if she died from Hayabusa's damned stairs!
Standing up she stumbled to the front door and turned the handle, giving her a satisfying 'click' as it opened. Peeking outside she could see that no one was on the streets yet. Everyone in this area must still be asleep, so she started in the direction of her apartment, still wobbling.
"Once I get home I'm going to take a bath, get dressed, then I'm going to find Kasumi's school and beat the shit out of her." She nodded, agreeing with the course of action. "And there's nothing Hayate can do about it... Now if only my head would stop throbbing..."
The ground before her was slowly starting to spin, in fact, everything was spinning! A wave of dizziness swept over her, stopping her in her tracks.
"Just keep walking..." She leaned on the wall of Hayabusa's building and walked along it. Just keep walking, it won't take long to get home, just don't pass out, please don't pass out. God, she felt sick...
But in the next moment, she didn't feel anything. Nothing hurt, nothing was spinning, and everything felt still. She closed her eyes, feeling unbelievably tired... Ayane fell to her knees, and then continued to fall flat on the sidewalk, mumbling to herself,
"Should have stayed in bed..."