Hitomi's Crazy Ideas
Dilandu
As he went into the doughnut shop to get his usual, he ran into a most unusual person. Hitomi? He grabbed his doughnuts quickly but not before she caught sight of him and called for him to join her. Sitting near the window he waited for her to say what she wanted. "So. How have you been?" she asked casually, biting into a glazed.
"Nothing much." He replied. "Is there something you want to talk about?"
"Actually there is. Why haven't you called Merle?" he was shocked at the directness of the question, none the less he came up with a smart reply.
"Why would you want to know?"
"Because she's miserable. After that kiss you both had..."
"How did you find out about that?" he asked again shocked at her question.
"I saw the whole thing from the window."
"Kind of nosey aren't you?" he asked.
"When it comes to the happiness of my friend... yes." She said. He chuckled. If only she knew what Merle thought of her and Van she wouldn't be saying that. "She's... I don't know. She won't talk to any of us. She was happy for that night and then when you didn't call... I think she was afraid she had done something wrong. Since then she's shut us out. She just lies around." Dilandu felt genuinely sorry but what could he do. He had most definitely meant that last kiss. But Merle wanted Van. So why is she so sad?
"What do you want me to do?" he asked tiredly.
"Just call her. I have a feeling that the two of you like each other much more than you let on." She said.
"What do you mean by that? Were just friends..." she smiled.
"Then why did you kiss her that way?" she said smartly. Getting up she left a piece of paper. "That's in case you forgot." As she left he opened the paper. On it was Merle's number. I should call her. Just to see if she's alright. To hear her voice. He finished his coffee and doughnuts and left for home. Cleaning it up he finally found himself by the phone, the paper in his hand. Dialing the number... he prayed she wasn't mad.
Merle
She laid on her bed, like a dead weight. Her heart sank into the pillows. I kissed him. I kissed him and enjoyed it. She touched a finger to her lips. Sighing she pulled out a magazine reading it restlessly. Suddenly the phone rang. Her heart skipped a beat. She picked it up and answered. "Hello?" she said hopefully.
"Hi. I'm Bob working for the area's drainage. I was wondering if you were having any problems with your pipes. We're working on something down the road and are receiving mild complaints." She answered no sadly and hung up. She lied down again and then the phone rang.
"Stupid tele-marketers." She said angrily. "Hello?" she said sadly into the phone.
"Hey... how are you?" a soft voice said from the other end. Her heart was pounding and her blood racing. It's Dilandu! He called... what do I say to him now? I can't believe that I might be falling for him!
"I'm... fine. And you?" she asked finally giving him a simple response.
"I was actually... worried. I hadn't heard from you and I was hoping that things were still... alright... between us. Are you... mad at me?" He responded carefully. She loved the way he was so respectful of her feelings.
"Of course not. What happened... was just..."
"What happened, happened?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"I was also wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me?"
"Sure." She replied in that sweet voice that sent chills down his spine. "7:00?"
"Yeah." He smiled and so did she. Van heard the conversation on the phone downstairs, hung up and shook his head. That night and that week Dilandu and Merle spent a lot of time together. In the park, the movies, and going to dinner, each one very careful not to show the other too much of their true feelings.
Dilandu
On the Friday of that week, Dilandu had just brought Merle home from their date and gone home. His door was open and as he walked inside he saw three large dark shadows. "We warned you." one of them said to him.
"Don't think we don't know! She's Van's little sidekick. Practically brother and sister the way they are! You pathetic piece of shit! Thinking you could hide her from us! We'll kill the both of you!" Mark said.
"No! Let's just tell Vince!" the first one said. Dilandu stood ready to fight. Looking around he saw only two guys. He could have sworn that there were three. The next thing he knew he was on his knees covering his head from a heavy blow. Of course they were going to try to knock me out from behind Kicking him across the room, "You should've stayed away from that girl and gone back to her while you were still safe."
"So what? You could get Merle? Not a chance!" he said breathlessly. He realized that he couldn't take the blows much longer. Getting up he ran to his car. His sides ached and his head was pounding. He heard them coming after him. He backed his car out and raced to the only place he knew he would be safe. Merle's house He sped down the road to her house. Parking near the curb he caught his breath. He climbed out of his car and carefully; finding her window threw a rock at it. It clicked and a shadow moved over to the window. He could tell she was worried and she motioned for him to climb the vines that grew around her window.
As he got into her room he casually dusted himself off and asked, "There's got to be an easier way to get into houses." He said. He didn't look at her. He looked out the window.
"What's wrong Dilandu?" Merle asked gently.
"Nothing. My door was open to my apartment and I was wondering if I could stay here for the night?" he said still not looking at her.
"That can't be right. Big strong Dilandu, afraid of an open door?" She looked down and saw three small spots of blood on the floor. She turned him to her and reluctantly he looked at her back. "Oh my gosh! Dilandu." She said. His cheek was stained in blood dripping from the blow on his head. His lip was coated in blood and his cheek looked like it would be bruised. "An open door?"
"There were people inside my apartment." He replied simply. She ran a finger over the blood.
"Who?"
"Those guys that we saw outside the theatres."
"What did they want?" she said crying now. He held her in a hug.
"They wanted me to do something that I didn't want to."
"What was that? Surely it wasn't worth getting hurt over?"
"But it was. They wanted me to stop seeing you... and go back to Rela." She looked at him then. Tears streaked her face still she gathered her wits and quietly left him, returning with bandages, hydrogen peroxide, and an aspirin.
"Here." She said giving him the asprin and motioning for him to sit down on the bed. Cleaning his wounds she treated him gently. "Are there anymore bruises that I need to treat?" she asked. Taking off his shirt he showed her the big bruise on his ribs. She began to clean the area when who should walk in but Hitomi?
"Merle? Dilandu?" she said with a look of shock on her face, seeing Dilandu's shirt off.
"It's not what you think Hitomi. Dilandu's hurt." She said softly. Showing Hitomi what she meant. I wish it was what Hitomi was thinking. Dilandu thought quietly to himself. As Merle finished healing his wounds and bandaging him up he felt relieved. It's weird. I feel like I belong here. Like this is... home. He smiled softly. Hitomi pulled Merle aside.
"Merle, I'll keep Van away from your room 'till morning."
"Hitomi... thank you." Merle said with a genuine look of thanks, as she grabbed Dilandu's blood stained clothes to wash downstairs. Little did they know that Van was already up and looking out the window at Dilandu's car. As Hitomi climbed the stairs she found him.
"Is that Dilandu's car?" he asked not looking at her. Hitomi kissed him deeply and led him back to his bed.
"Back to bed sweetie. You were dreaming." She said to him. He climbed into bed and she along with him. His head was on full alert, still, the caress of Hitomi lulled him to sleep. Down stairs, Merle was giving Dilandu a glass of water and wondering what to do with him. She couldn't bring a lot of blankets because then Van would get suspicious. She couldn't let him sleep bare on the floor. She was left with only one choice. Getting one of Van's old shirts she decided to let him change.
"Dilandu, I hope that you don't mind, but you're going to have to sleep in my bed." I don't mind at all love. He changed his clothes with her back to him. He only had the shirt she had given him and his boxers to sleep in. She went out into the hallway and came back in a tank top and pajama pants. Damn! Even in pajamas she's still hot. He climbed into bed along side her and smiled his thanks. They lied in bed for a long time, neither one of them moving, or saying a word. Then Merle spoke up. "Dilandu?"
"Yes?"
"What if those guys come after me?" she said with a shudder.
"They won't." he replied. She rolled over on her side looking out her window.
"But what if they do?"
"They won't I promise." He said wrapping an arm around her waist and whispering in her ear sleepily. "I won't let them get you. Never." He kissed her cheek gently and she calmed down. He listened to the rhythmic beating of her heart and the warmth of her breath as she fell asleep. Soon he too was lulled to sleep.
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Dilandu
As he went into the doughnut shop to get his usual, he ran into a most unusual person. Hitomi? He grabbed his doughnuts quickly but not before she caught sight of him and called for him to join her. Sitting near the window he waited for her to say what she wanted. "So. How have you been?" she asked casually, biting into a glazed.
"Nothing much." He replied. "Is there something you want to talk about?"
"Actually there is. Why haven't you called Merle?" he was shocked at the directness of the question, none the less he came up with a smart reply.
"Why would you want to know?"
"Because she's miserable. After that kiss you both had..."
"How did you find out about that?" he asked again shocked at her question.
"I saw the whole thing from the window."
"Kind of nosey aren't you?" he asked.
"When it comes to the happiness of my friend... yes." She said. He chuckled. If only she knew what Merle thought of her and Van she wouldn't be saying that. "She's... I don't know. She won't talk to any of us. She was happy for that night and then when you didn't call... I think she was afraid she had done something wrong. Since then she's shut us out. She just lies around." Dilandu felt genuinely sorry but what could he do. He had most definitely meant that last kiss. But Merle wanted Van. So why is she so sad?
"What do you want me to do?" he asked tiredly.
"Just call her. I have a feeling that the two of you like each other much more than you let on." She said.
"What do you mean by that? Were just friends..." she smiled.
"Then why did you kiss her that way?" she said smartly. Getting up she left a piece of paper. "That's in case you forgot." As she left he opened the paper. On it was Merle's number. I should call her. Just to see if she's alright. To hear her voice. He finished his coffee and doughnuts and left for home. Cleaning it up he finally found himself by the phone, the paper in his hand. Dialing the number... he prayed she wasn't mad.
Merle
She laid on her bed, like a dead weight. Her heart sank into the pillows. I kissed him. I kissed him and enjoyed it. She touched a finger to her lips. Sighing she pulled out a magazine reading it restlessly. Suddenly the phone rang. Her heart skipped a beat. She picked it up and answered. "Hello?" she said hopefully.
"Hi. I'm Bob working for the area's drainage. I was wondering if you were having any problems with your pipes. We're working on something down the road and are receiving mild complaints." She answered no sadly and hung up. She lied down again and then the phone rang.
"Stupid tele-marketers." She said angrily. "Hello?" she said sadly into the phone.
"Hey... how are you?" a soft voice said from the other end. Her heart was pounding and her blood racing. It's Dilandu! He called... what do I say to him now? I can't believe that I might be falling for him!
"I'm... fine. And you?" she asked finally giving him a simple response.
"I was actually... worried. I hadn't heard from you and I was hoping that things were still... alright... between us. Are you... mad at me?" He responded carefully. She loved the way he was so respectful of her feelings.
"Of course not. What happened... was just..."
"What happened, happened?" he asked.
"Yeah."
"I was also wondering if you would like to go to dinner with me?"
"Sure." She replied in that sweet voice that sent chills down his spine. "7:00?"
"Yeah." He smiled and so did she. Van heard the conversation on the phone downstairs, hung up and shook his head. That night and that week Dilandu and Merle spent a lot of time together. In the park, the movies, and going to dinner, each one very careful not to show the other too much of their true feelings.
Dilandu
On the Friday of that week, Dilandu had just brought Merle home from their date and gone home. His door was open and as he walked inside he saw three large dark shadows. "We warned you." one of them said to him.
"Don't think we don't know! She's Van's little sidekick. Practically brother and sister the way they are! You pathetic piece of shit! Thinking you could hide her from us! We'll kill the both of you!" Mark said.
"No! Let's just tell Vince!" the first one said. Dilandu stood ready to fight. Looking around he saw only two guys. He could have sworn that there were three. The next thing he knew he was on his knees covering his head from a heavy blow. Of course they were going to try to knock me out from behind Kicking him across the room, "You should've stayed away from that girl and gone back to her while you were still safe."
"So what? You could get Merle? Not a chance!" he said breathlessly. He realized that he couldn't take the blows much longer. Getting up he ran to his car. His sides ached and his head was pounding. He heard them coming after him. He backed his car out and raced to the only place he knew he would be safe. Merle's house He sped down the road to her house. Parking near the curb he caught his breath. He climbed out of his car and carefully; finding her window threw a rock at it. It clicked and a shadow moved over to the window. He could tell she was worried and she motioned for him to climb the vines that grew around her window.
As he got into her room he casually dusted himself off and asked, "There's got to be an easier way to get into houses." He said. He didn't look at her. He looked out the window.
"What's wrong Dilandu?" Merle asked gently.
"Nothing. My door was open to my apartment and I was wondering if I could stay here for the night?" he said still not looking at her.
"That can't be right. Big strong Dilandu, afraid of an open door?" She looked down and saw three small spots of blood on the floor. She turned him to her and reluctantly he looked at her back. "Oh my gosh! Dilandu." She said. His cheek was stained in blood dripping from the blow on his head. His lip was coated in blood and his cheek looked like it would be bruised. "An open door?"
"There were people inside my apartment." He replied simply. She ran a finger over the blood.
"Who?"
"Those guys that we saw outside the theatres."
"What did they want?" she said crying now. He held her in a hug.
"They wanted me to do something that I didn't want to."
"What was that? Surely it wasn't worth getting hurt over?"
"But it was. They wanted me to stop seeing you... and go back to Rela." She looked at him then. Tears streaked her face still she gathered her wits and quietly left him, returning with bandages, hydrogen peroxide, and an aspirin.
"Here." She said giving him the asprin and motioning for him to sit down on the bed. Cleaning his wounds she treated him gently. "Are there anymore bruises that I need to treat?" she asked. Taking off his shirt he showed her the big bruise on his ribs. She began to clean the area when who should walk in but Hitomi?
"Merle? Dilandu?" she said with a look of shock on her face, seeing Dilandu's shirt off.
"It's not what you think Hitomi. Dilandu's hurt." She said softly. Showing Hitomi what she meant. I wish it was what Hitomi was thinking. Dilandu thought quietly to himself. As Merle finished healing his wounds and bandaging him up he felt relieved. It's weird. I feel like I belong here. Like this is... home. He smiled softly. Hitomi pulled Merle aside.
"Merle, I'll keep Van away from your room 'till morning."
"Hitomi... thank you." Merle said with a genuine look of thanks, as she grabbed Dilandu's blood stained clothes to wash downstairs. Little did they know that Van was already up and looking out the window at Dilandu's car. As Hitomi climbed the stairs she found him.
"Is that Dilandu's car?" he asked not looking at her. Hitomi kissed him deeply and led him back to his bed.
"Back to bed sweetie. You were dreaming." She said to him. He climbed into bed and she along with him. His head was on full alert, still, the caress of Hitomi lulled him to sleep. Down stairs, Merle was giving Dilandu a glass of water and wondering what to do with him. She couldn't bring a lot of blankets because then Van would get suspicious. She couldn't let him sleep bare on the floor. She was left with only one choice. Getting one of Van's old shirts she decided to let him change.
"Dilandu, I hope that you don't mind, but you're going to have to sleep in my bed." I don't mind at all love. He changed his clothes with her back to him. He only had the shirt she had given him and his boxers to sleep in. She went out into the hallway and came back in a tank top and pajama pants. Damn! Even in pajamas she's still hot. He climbed into bed along side her and smiled his thanks. They lied in bed for a long time, neither one of them moving, or saying a word. Then Merle spoke up. "Dilandu?"
"Yes?"
"What if those guys come after me?" she said with a shudder.
"They won't." he replied. She rolled over on her side looking out her window.
"But what if they do?"
"They won't I promise." He said wrapping an arm around her waist and whispering in her ear sleepily. "I won't let them get you. Never." He kissed her cheek gently and she calmed down. He listened to the rhythmic beating of her heart and the warmth of her breath as she fell asleep. Soon he too was lulled to sleep.
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