I don't really have much to say before I start this chapter apart from I think I'm writing this for no reason. I don't know if anyone is reading this fic. If you are can you please review so it forces me to write more? This isn't going to be a very long story only 10 or so chapters. And I might up the rating later on for violence and situations.
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Hunted
Chapter 3
Anima jolted awake. She had heard a noise downstairs. She peered through the dark, scanning for movement. A pained cry came from downstairs. Anima quietly slipped out of bed and padded across the floor until she came to the top of the stairs. As her eyes adjusted to the dark she saw Dante's form sprawled across the sofa. She slowly made her way down the stairs and over to the soda, careful not to kick anything over.
Another small cry emitted from Dante's lips and he rolled over on to his side.
Anima knelt down in front of the sofa, so her face was level with Dantes. She pushed the hair off his face and felt his forehead with the back of her hand. 'No temperature, he mustn't be sick.' Anima jerked her hand back in surprise when Dante grunted and screwed up his eyes.
Sighing in relief that he hadn't woken up she cupped his pale cheek tenderly. She knew what if felt like to have bad dreams. She frowned; taking her hand away she rubbed her fingers together. They were wet; he was crying.
"Please don't cry," she murmured stroking his hair back, it was thick and soft, Anima smiled to herself as she ran her fingers through it a few times.
Dante's face relaxed and his eyes fluttered open. He looked dazed for a second grew a confused look when he focused on Anima. "What are doing?"
"I heard you, you were crying in your sleep. What were you dreaming about?" She asked her eyebrows drawing together.
He looked down for a second then looked her in the eyes. "I don't remember," he lied.
"You're lying," she pointed out.
He flashed an angry look at her. "It's none of your business. Why is it so important for you to know everything?" He snapped. Anima drew back in hurt, and then in turned to anger Nodding she stood up and stormed back up the stairs. "Last time I try and help you!" She layback down in the bed and yanked the covers back over her. It took some time but she eventually fell back to sleep.
Anima was woken once again when someone pulled the curtains aside, sending coarse sunlight cascading onto her face. She blinked a few times before adjusting and noticed that Dante was rummaging through the drawers.
"We'll go to your apartment to get your stuff first then we can pick up breakfast on the way back." Anima got out of bed and picked up her clothes that she had folded and put on the end of the bed. "We leave in ten minutes, before the crowds come."
He pulled out a pair of black jeans and a dark shirt. "I'll get dressed in the bathroom so you can have up here to yourself."
Anima nodded mutely. He was so cold, was he still angry at her for last night? She put on the clothes she had on yesterday and went downstairs to brush her teeth. Dante was leaning against the door waiting for her. She quickly did her morning routine; brush teeth, wash face and brush hair then left the bathroom, put her shoes on and the two left the shed.
They walked briskly in silence to Anima's apartment. She stopped outside the door to pull her key out of her pocket. She stepped up to the door, something crunched under her feet, glass. Anima looked up to see where it had come from. The fourth floor window was broken. That was her floor. She hurriedly stuffed the key in the lock and ran inside as soon as the door unlocked. Dante walked calmly behind her.
Anima sprinted up the stairs and stopped short when she saw the door to her apartment. It was wide open, the door barely hanging on the hinges.
"What the hell did this?" She asked herself softly.
"They came looking for you." Dante replied simply, walking through the doorway into the destroyed room. "They do that."
Bullet holes riddled the walls; almost everything in the room had a hole in it.
"I went out after you left and when I came back it looked like this." Nibori came out of his bedroom. "Can I talk to you in privet for a second?" His eyes flicked from Dante to Anima.
Anima nodded and followed Nibori into his bedroom. "What the fuck happened here last night?" He whispered harshly closing the door behind her and locking it.
"I don't know, I wasn't here last night." She said looking around the destroyed bedroom. Lamps were shattered and sheets were torn. Like a hurricane had been through.
"Bullshit, first you don't pay rent, then you go out for a three hour walk to the ATM then this happens and you're telling me you don't know anything about this!" He cried grabbing Anima by the wrist tightly.
Anima pulled herself free. "You never pay rent. I know you stole a quarter of the money! How was I to know they would come looking for me?" She yelled followed by a loud crack.
Nibori slapped her so hard across the face that she stumbled back. Tears stung her at her eyes and she bit her tongue so she wouldn't cry out.
He grabbed her by the shoulders and shoved her against the wall. "I don't know what the fuck you have gotten yourself into but keep me the fuck out of it!" He yelled kneeing her in the stomach. Anima felling to ground badly winded. The door cracked and burst open. Nibori looked up surprised and opened his mouth to say something, however, Dante's fist got to him first.
Nibori staggered for moment, and then crumpled to the floor in an unconscious heap.
Dante ran over knelt down beside her, "are you alright, what did he do to you?"
Anima nodded sitting up, trying to wipe away the tears that trickled down her cheeks, over the red handprint on the left side of her face. She tried to speak but only sobs came out of her mouth.
Arms wrapped around under her arms and picked her up off the ground and sat her on the bed. "Show me your face," he said placing his hand under her chin and tilting it up so he could see. Anima watched his expression become sad as he brushed his fingers over her cheek. "I'm sorry I let you be left alone with him. I didn't trust him."
"It's not your fault, he was never like that before," she said in between shaking breaths.
"People change under pressure," he murmured. "Let's get your stuff and get out of here, we'll go straight home, I'm sure we can find something to eat there."
Anima nodded and wiped her face. The two walked into Anima's trashed room. Fortunately her closet hadn't been touched. She pulled out the big backpack she took when she traveled. First she emptied her underwear drawer into the bottom of the bag then stuffed eight shirts in there, all of her jeans, a few skirts and her coat. Last of all she got her pajamas, toiletries, two other pairs of shoes and the novel she was reading.
Zipping it up, she slung in over her shoulder. Dane immediately took it off her and carried it himself. She appreciated the gesture, however, she didn't like that he thought of her as a weak girl.
The walk back to the shed was awkward, people kept staring at her face and giving disapproving looks to Dante. As soon as they got back Anima went into the bathroom to get changed into some clean clothes. She left the bathroom in a pair of faded denim three quarters and a violet fitted top with a v-neckline.
"Here put this on your face, it will make the redness go away." He handed her a bag of ice cubes.
"Thank you, I'm not hungry yet, so is it okay if I lay down for a bit?" Dante stared at her for a second before nodding.
Anima lay down on the bed staring out the window, holding the ice to her cheek. She couldn't believe it, her roommate had just attacked her. What would he have done had Dante not intercepted. Raped her, killed her… or both. She started to cry again, in loud sobs this time. There was nothing to hold her back. She stopped suddenly when she felt a warm hand on her arm. "I'm sorry that I yelled at you last night, if that helps." This made Anima sob even harder. "I was dreaming about when those men took my brother away and I escaped. I felt so guilty that I didn't go home. I later found out that they had come to my house and ruined it. I withdrew the rest of the money from my account and bought this place. I've lived here for six months now." Anima's sobs became softer.
"You're the only one who's been nice to me since I...changed and I treated to you like shit." She began to cry again.
Dante laughed. "I don't really think saying a couple of insults and kicking me is classed as treating me like shit." She rolled over to face him. He was lying down propped up on his elbow, his head resting on his hand. "Let me see how that marks going." He lifted the ice off. Her cheek was only slightly pink now. "Don't need that anymore." He sat up and placed the bag on the bedside table.
Dante turned back to Anima, to have a set of arms wrap around his neck and a smaller body crushed against him. Startled he fell onto his side, taking Anima with him. Slowly he returned the hug and they stayed there for a long time.
"I haven't been hugged for almost a year." He whispered into her hair.
Anima
giggled. "You'll just have to get hugged more often then."
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