Disclaimer: Note the word. It says "disclaimer". Look at the root word, claim, meaning to have possession or to take control of. The prefix dis-, which means not or the opposite of. The suffix -er, which means a person or an idea. So, in conclusion, I am a dis(not)claim(taking control of)er(person). Not possessing it, people!
A/N - Well, that was fun. XD I feel so smart right about now :P Anyway, another chapter. I just re-read and thought, wow this sucks. Don't worry, I have a very strong feeling that the next chapter is going to be one of the best . Lots of explaining . . . or, at least, those are my hopes. :shrugs: Anyway, on to Author's Response Corner!
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Wheeeeeeeee! Now, wasn't that great fun? Oh yes. Well, on to the story. Oh yeah, re-cap time!
He chose to leave me as I was and just rushed to the door, pulling it open and walking into the hallway, turning toward where we had come from.
I don't think he saw, but before he turned into the hallway and I fell completely into slumber, I was reaching out for him to come back.
Onegai
Chapter 12 - Dance of the Petal Rain
I opened my eyes, breathing heavily and finding it hard to focus. My heart pounded in my chest and adrenalin coursed through my veins as I let out a small moan. Eimin was sitting near my bed, even though it was deep into the night, but rushed straight to my side. His eyes looked overrun with worry and guilt as he looked down at me laying on the bed, my head throbbing.
"Legna?" he asked sweetly, but more questioningly than I would have imagined, "Legna, are you there?"
I managed to make a slight sound from the back of my throat before nodding, trying to clear my vision by staring into his lavender eyes. He grabbed my hand like before, gently stroking it as if it were some kind of medical treatment for me. My head pulsed once as I let out a grunt, still trying to sharpen the way I was seeing. "Legna," he said again, as if he was afraid that if he didn't, I might not respond, "Did you have a nightmare?"
The world seemed as if it was about to start spinning around my head when I tried to think about what had woke me from my dormancy. I don't know why I woke with such a fright, but I didn't remember any dreams or nightmares. Another thing I found strange was that I couldn't seem to speak, just make little sounds like a child. I shook my head, in case he couldn't be sure if I had answered his question.
"Legna," he said again, "Are you having trouble speaking?"
I opened my mouth but no words came out, only muffled sounds jumbled together. To prove my point, I nodded, and the fact that I did sent him into a mental frenzy, although it couldn't quite show at first. The only thing that happened was his eyes turned into that same warm grey, the same shade I had seen the day before. When he spoke, the walls seemed to shake, or perhaps it's just because of the condition I was in.
"I'm going to be straight with you," he began, taking on the personality I had only just met hours before, "Your head injury may temporarily affect some parts of your brain, and it seems now that it has taken speech. Please, try to remain calm, I assure you these side-effects are only temporary. Sleep helps to speed up the healing process, so for the next week or so, I will be working around the clock to be sure you are not disturbed. Do you understand?"
I was slightly intimidated by this new Eimin, but I nodded and turned over on my side to drift back into sleep. Before I could, however, he pushed my shoulder gently so I was on my back again. "Sleep on your back. It will help. I shall bring tea for you in the morning," he said simply before going back to his chair and watching me, waiting for me to fall back asleep. I turned my head the other way and tried my hardest to fall back asleep, but it wasn't much help. Sighing, I turned yet again and faced the ceiling, staring at the simple pattern on it.
Suddenly, as I was drifting into my own mental mind game, the lights shut off and I heard my door open and close.
I was alone.
After a while, for I can't be sure how long it actually did take me to fall back asleep, I opened my eyes to Eimin placing a tray of tea next to the bed. He looked at me and smiled, as if he was waiting for me to open my eyes. "Good morning," he said cheerfully, although quietly, "And how are we this morning?"
I grinned back and tried to say "Okay", but nothing came out. He just nodded and took a cup of the tea from the tray. "Here, drink this," he said, holding the tea in his hands, "Can you sit up?"
I nodded. I didn't know if I could, but I knew I should try. I managed to partially pull up before he sat on the bed and held up my head, gently pulling me up and letting me relax in his lap. He held the tea cup to my lips, as if waiting for me to take a sip. "Don't worry, I made sure it was the perfect temperature," he said softly, cradling me like a baby.
I must say, I felt very new there in his lap. A whole bouquet of feelings were coming together inside–but the one that stood out the most was love. I finally felt as if someone loved and cared for me–I couldn't explain it even if I tried, but you know if you feel it. It's the most worthwhile feeling anyone could ever experience. I took a sip, and I can't help but say . . . Eimin was quite the host. It was a wonderful temperature, as he had said, but it also tasted heavenly–sweet, warm, and soothing to the bone. I felt every muscle in my body relax as I sipped the tea, all the while Eimin was sweetly humming the same tune he did before, and I began to feel very loose. My breathing slowed and steadied as my heartbeat went back to a normal pace–and I had never noticed either of them had been unnatural. I took a total of about ten sips before rejecting what was left and smiling at Eimin in thanks, as my head began to feel heavy.
"Are you okay, Legna? You don't look well," he said, kissing me on the forehead and pressing his cheek against mine. "You still have a fever. Would you like some soup?"
I wasn't particularly hungry–in fact, quite the opposite, I was afraid I might not be able to stomach solid foods. I had what you could call a migraine; my head pounded unimaginably and my stomach told me it would reject anything more solid than water. I shook my head and leaned into his chest, resting on it. He held me close as the door slid open, and Kamihana strolled right on in.
"What's going on?" he said stupidly, as the sound of his voice made me cringe.
"I'm trying to nurse Legna back to health since you couldn't control your temper," Eimin replied, seeming as agitated at Kamihana as I was, just controlling it better, "Why don't you go join Shuuichi in a stroll through the garden?"
"That pansy ass? No fucking way. I'd rather eat my own eyeballs for breakfast."
"Be my guest, for I'm sure I'd rather have you out eating your eyeballs than in here, upsetting our guests!" Eimin said, never tightening nor loosening his hug. My stomach had turned into knots at the sound of this demon, and I'm sure I had begun to quiver, for I was beginning to feel very ill.
"How's she doing?" he asked, with a sincere concern in his voice.
"I'm surprised you care, after you nearly killed her. Kamihana, go make some tea if you don't want to go out."
"You already made tea. Why should I make more?" the villain questioned, as I pulled my legs up and tried to curl up in Eimin's arms.
"Then make coffee!" Eimin grunted, his voice getting slightly louder as it equaled his frustration.
"I don't want to."
Now, this wasn't helping my headache any at all, so I turned and stared at the one who was upsetting the both of us. "Go . . . " I managed to sound out, looking him up and down. "Go," I coughed, and my lungs shook inside my chest. My eyelids began to feel very heavy as I looked back at Eimin and smiled, closing my eyes but not falling asleep before I heard him say, "Sleep well, my angel."
A/N - So, short and stupid. Yep, my work here is done XD I hope you all like it, because I'm keeping it going because you all chose to like it. I hope I haven't disappointed any of you:begs: I love you all!
A/N 2- It is now April. I haven't updated in six months. Please, shoot me. I'm so sorry! I've had a really bad block for this story. I've only just now started working on part 13. I've been working on my poetry and also on a short story that, as of now, is just entitled "Death". I shall be working on this as much as I can, but I can't promise that I will be able to update often.
I shall finish this, though, if it's the last thing I ever do. I promise to not abandon this.
A/N 3-And now it's December. I'm really sorry, guys. I don't know when I'll get back to this. I will, though. Eventually. It's just that school's been Hell and hasn't let us have busing back and forth to school so I don't get home until eight every night and I'm just sorry. I will get back to this. Until then, it's postponed indefinitely.
I apologize.
