Hitomi awoke on a strange bed and found her self curled up next to the man she was with last night. She tried to remember what exactly had happened, but all she could recall was how he had passed out on the balcony, and she had tried to save him. Well, apparently they had gone inside of his apartment and had somehow managed to sleep in the same bed.
She quickly sat up and looked over her wardrobe. She was still in her blue jeans and white tank top and she felt something on her foot. It was rather rough and somewhat damp, so she pulled off the covers and saw that her foot was bandaged in a gauze and her blood had somewhat soaked through the layers.
She winced at the sudden memory of cutting her foot on the balcony, and the pain started again. Minor, but none the less painful and when she shifted, the man sleeping besides her groaned and through the dim light she saw one maroon eye look around the room. He smiled and stretched. That's when Hitomi realized he didn't have his shirt on. She fell out of bed, and landed hard on the floor. Not wanting to look stupid, she jumped to her feet, causing her head to spin and she looked at the floor.
"Um, where's your bathroom?" she whispered. With one hand he pointed to a door just behind her, and with the other he rubbed the sleep out of his closed eye. She nodded her head and took off, slamming the door behind her on accident.
Once hidden behind the cold wood, a small grin spread on her face and she sighed happily. Wait till she told Yukari about last night. She looked at the floor and realized that she needed a fresh bandage. Hitomi rolled her eyes and looked through the cabinet beneath the sink for gauze or a paper towel, and not finding any, she took some peroxide she found and slowly unraveled the covering.
Her face constantly scrunched up as she unraveled the course tissue and even the slightest pulls on the skin shot pain through her leg. She was so distracted by the task, she was startled when there was a knock on the door. She slowly opened it, and saw the white haired man from yesterday.
His pink eyes were wide and his mouth had dropped. She could feel the heat in her cheeks as he stared and she asked meekly, "May I help you?" He just shook his head slowly and closed the door. Once it was closed, she heard him yell, "Who the fuck is that?" and an oh so familiar gentle voice responded, "She helped me, and I helped her. Now drop it Dilandau." She heard heavy footsteps and then something crashed.
Hitomi gasped at the sound and flung open the door. She saw Van sprawled on the ground, his nose bleeding slightly, and his back was shaking. But she realized he wasn't shaking from pain, he was laughing.
"After all of those years with your drunk ass father, you still hit like a wuss." Van hissed at the floor and the white haired boy kicked him in the ribs. Van winced in pain and coughed up a little blood, but he was still laughing.
Hitomi's eyes were wide and full of fear as she watched the white haired man kick Van a few times then look over his shoulder at her. His jaw was bleeding and he spit the blood out of his mouth. Hitomi ran out of the room like a mouse from a cat and made it through the clean living room and out the door. She realized where she was the second she was in the hall. On her left was her own room and she burst through it, tears in her eyes.
She ran to her room and collapsed on her bed, not even bothering to close the door. She broke out into a furry of tears and clutched onto her blue pillow, burying her face into the down. She heard Yukari run out of her room and to Hitomi's and the familiar pressure of Yukari's hand on Hitomi's back was comforting and she quickly fell into her arms, crying on her shoulder.
She heard Yukari whisper something to Amano who was undoubtedly in the doorway, but Hitomi was too drunk with tears to pay attention. She kept playing the scene in her mind, that man with silver hair kicking the man she had saved just last night in the ribs so he had to throw up his own blood. It made her cry more as she remembered each blow he took and yet was still laughing. It hadn't scared her, she just hated to see people fight, and that moment had gotten her to remember her own parents.
Her parents would get drunk and beat the living shit out of one another. She would sit on the stairs and watch it, but before her reasonable mind would make her move, her mother would turn on her and once she was done, her father would do the same. That was why she had bruises on her legs, arms, and parts of her back. It pained her even more when they would wake up, with absolutely no memory of what had happened, and the day would go on as if nothing happened.
Hitomi had never tried to jog their memories, for fear of having them turn on her again, so she kept it secret. She never even told her brother. When her parents would see the bruises they had caused, she would tell them it was from an accident she had had and they would dismiss it as that. Seeing that reminded her of her father beating her and she would curl into to a ball crying. Then her mother would kick her and she would cough up blood.
Now that she actually had the mind to think, she remembered every bloody detail and more and more tears flowed, until she could cry no more. She found herself lying on the couch, her head swarming with memories and a half empty aspirin bottle by her side.
R&R please, sorry its so short Im still torn between myother stories