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Kaoru was alone, now. Kuriko was at home, safe. The sky was getting darker, and it was going to rain soon, she could smell it.
Sighing, she lay back against the rooftop as the rain came down. She felt the blood soaking through the bandages, felt the coarse shingles of the rooftop bite into her bare arms.
She loved the rain.
It was the only time that everything was washed clean. When the heavens cried, leaving everything below drenched and cleansed. She watched the pink water race down the gutter. Watched as the other rooftops were soaked with tears.
She closed her eyes, welcoming the dizzying sleep that she had longed for.
When she opened her eyes, the sun was shining brightly. Someone was beside her, shaking her.
She shifted her eyes to a concerned face. "Miss, You need to come inside. Those bandages need to be changed and you are in danger of falling off."
"Who are you?" She asked, her brows furrowing together in confusion.
"Shiro Kitsura. Don't you recognize me, Kaoru?" He asked, confusing her more.
"Kaoru? Who's..." Suddenly pain shot through her head and she clenched her teeth, biting back a scream. Breathing heavily, she turned to look at the face again.
The world turned white, then grey. She felt herself being lifted by strong arms, shifted toward the warmth of a moving chest.
When she was set down again, she was in a cool place. "You have a high fever, and that injury to your head can't help. Rest. you're safe here." Came the voice from before.
She opened her eyes and stared down at her hands. She couldn't remember anything. Couldn't recall where the scratches on her hands and arms had come from. Couldn't remember who had bandaged her. Who had caused the damage to her body.
She could remember one face, though. A warm, caring face hovering over her own, warm violet eyes, a cold, cross shaped scar to attest to his own trials.
Suddenly the man was back.
"Here, drink this." he told her, handing her a cup of something warm.
She took the cup, thanking him. She sipped the contents, made a face. "It's chamomile, it's to reduce the fever." He said, nodding for her to drink more.
Sighing she gulped down the tepid, foul liquid. Felt warmth and a sense of numbness spread through her body. "Sleep." Came a warm voice. Her body was encompassed in soft warmth and her mind went blank.
She was running. From what she didn't know. something was chasing her. Something with a clownish, evil grin, something with sharp, vicious teeth that wanted to rip her to shreds.
And now she was alone. high in the air, watching the ground below as raindrops passed by her in slow motion. She was being bandaged by people with blank faces, and then being held in strong arms by a warm faced man with long black hair.
Tears streamed down her face. She didn't know why. And then she did. The man with the black hair was in a casket, his once pink lips now blue. His once vigorous eyes now closed. She loved this man. She knew that. She knew that he had shared with her something that he wouldn't share with anyone else.
And then he was a stranger.
Something told her to remember. To try to recall why she had been crying. to try to make sense of the things running through her mind.
But the harder she tried, the harder it became to think. the harder it became to keep hold of a single thought. So, finally, she quit thinking.
She was being carried.
Wait. She was being carried? Something was off.
She opened her eyes and looked up to see a strange face.
Her anger flared. Someone she didn't know would dare touch her?
She punched the big man in the nose, breaking it solidly. Then she kneed the side of the broom headed man's head.
She found herself on the floor. Springing up, she backed away from him. Away from the others around her. "Don't. Touch. Me." She huffed, her back against the wall as she warned them away with her glare.
"Jou-chan?" The man with the broken nose stood up, a pained look on his face. "Jou-chan, calm down. You're sick. We're here to help." He pinched his nose shut, stopping the blood from escaping.
"Dont come near me. Got it?" she said, half growling.
"Calm down, Kaoru. I'm a doctor. i'm just trying to help. you've got a high fever..." Kaoru blocked the woman out.
Suddenly a familiar face was in the room. Red hair, cross scar.
She remembered him. Not what he had ever done, but she knew him.
"Who are these people?" She demanded, looking at him.
"They're friends. Let them help you. Please." He asked her, his voice calm.
"I..." She started to say, but then there was nothing.
Damn, she's out a lot. 'salright, though. Cuz she'll be kicking ass soon enough. Someone's about to enter the scene that'll really piss her off.
me. -me.
