Van lay on his bed, looking up at the ceiling. His ribs were bruised and his eye was too, but he didn't care. All that he could think about was those horrified green eyes looking at Dilandau, full of fear and pain. Van had wondered why she was so afraid, but maybe she wasn't used to people fighting.
Yes. That was probably it. She was probably one of those girls that had grown up in a peaceful neighborhood, with the ideal family who never fought, and she had lived a nice life. Yes. That was it. She was a goody to shoes and hated to see people fight.
Van rolled onto his side and finally became aware of the fact that his rib was probably broken, but instead of trying to call the doctor, he sat up, gently touching his ribs, and picked up his cell phone. The black plastic looked bright red as the sun set and its ruby light came pouring in through the window. It reminded him of Dilandau's fury.
Dilandau had always been jealous of Van, even though he would never admit to it. Van was a better fighter than he was, had always gotten better grades in school, and had always had his way with the best girls. No wonder Dilandau had kicked the shit out of him when Dilandau saw Hitomi in the bathroom, wrapping up her foot. Van shook his head and flipped up the cover of his cell and cruised through the names of people on his phone book.
"Dilandau Albato." He whispered and pressed SEND. He lifted the small object to his ear and listened to it ring. It made his head spin as the small ring became into a droning sound. He ha to let go of his rib for a moment to massage his sore temple, but the second the weight lifted off of his sore, it felt like his body was being torn apart.
Quickly, Van grabbed his side, teeth clenched. He dropped his phone and fell to the floor, loss of breath. His eyes were wide, his mouth trying to draw in every breath he could. Then Van heard the minor click as Dilandau answered his phone.
"Hello?" The voice seemed a little weary. Van tried to speak, to call help, but only gasps left his paling lips.
"Hello?" Dilandau's voice was a little more agitated and in a way frightened. Van's throat was burning and all he could manage to say was, "Dil…help." Then he passed out, the pain unbearable.
The unaware Dilandau was screaming to Van, trying to tell him to knock it out and this isn't funny, and other things, but when Van didn't reply, Dilandau hung up, but the unconscious Van couldn't care. He lay on the floor, his head, shoulders, lungs, and ribs sending pain everywhere in his body.
Someone opened the door, seconds later, and in walked Van's roommate Allen. Allen, being the dip shit he is, didn't see Van unconscious on the floor. The way he found out that Van was half dead, was when he tripped over him and landed on the floor. The already drunk Allen screamed when he saw Van in his disposition. The scream caused a stir in the rooms and soon a dozen or more people were crowded in the living room and bedroom near Van's body. Some called an ambulance, others just stood there. The only person who wasn't present at all was Hitomi.
Dilandau sat in his car, eyes wide, and heart throbbing. It sounded as if Van was in trouble. He knew Van well enough that he would never pull a prank that serious. True, Van had been a true prankster in his youth, but he had grown over that. His car was just below the building Van lived in and he decided to just run upstairs and see what the fuck was up. If this was a gag, Dilandau would cause Van pain on top of what he had done this morning.
Dilandau burst out of his door and ran up the steps to the apartments. It took him seconds to climb the stairs and make it to Van's apartment. He burst through the stairway door and ran to Van's open door. Apparently Van's gag wasn't a gag at all and as Dilandau cut through the crowd of worried pedestrians, he saw the unconscious Van laying on the floor, cell phone by his open hand and the other hand half clutching his waist where Dilandau had kicked him.
Dilandau fell against the wall, unable to cry and too paralyzed to run to Van's side. Once he collected his senses, Dilandau ran over to the crying Allen and spoke harshly, "Allen! Allen, snap out of it!" he shook his friend roughly and Allen looked up at him.
"Allen, call Millerna, I'll get these people outa here. HURRY!" Dilandau's voice had a bit of plea to it and Allen nodded and took Van's phone. He dialed Millerna's number and waited. Dilandau in the mean time, booted the residents out of the room and told them someone is coming. A little relaxed they all ran back to their rooms, but none of them closed their doors.
Allen hung up the phone and ran to Van's side. He shouted to Dilandau, "She'll be here in two seconds. She's finishing stitches." And as if his thoughts were turned into reality, a woman with fare skin and long curly blonde hair. "Where's Van?" she called in a voice that was urgent and yet still silvery.
Dilandau led her to Van and Millerna had to stop and she drew in a gasp that might have been a muffled scream. She shook her head and ran to Van's side. She looked him over and asked as she put on her gloves and unpacked her bag, "Any injuries lately? It looks as if he collapsed out of pain." Dilandau shifted nervously.
"None that I know of." Allen replied, unaware of Dilandau's unease. Millerna nodded and immediately unfolded his hands and pulled off his shirt. The sight of his horribly bruised ribs made her turn away.
"He's broken… most of them." She managed to whisper. Allen saw her shoulder shiver and he crawled over and held her.
"Can you mend them?" he whispered in her ear. She nodded slightly and Dilandau let out a breath he hadn't realized he had been holding.
"I'll have to open him though. And I'll need someone to hold him and an aide." She whispered. "And we have to hurry. He doesn't have much time."
A sudden gasp came from the balcony and Dilandau was the first to hear it. He saw the girl who was in this very room this morning and his jaw dropped again. Her green eyes were full of fear and tears had gathered around her eyes.
She walked through the entry way and put her hands in front of her and kept her head bowed as she spoke. "I will help. This man saved me and I owe him." She whispered that barley Dilandau heard her.
Millerna looked up at the girl, smiled slightly, and nodded. "You're very brave to help him." She whispered and took the girl's hand.
"What is your name?" Allen asked, an eyebrow raised.
"Hitomi." She whispered and turned to Millerna. "What can I do? I've never done something like this before, but I have helped my brother while he was still practicing." She whispered, head still bowed.
Millerna squeezed her hand tighter. "Just do what I say." Dispite Millerna's unease, she spoke very calm and her voice was comforting to all in the room, including Millerna herself.
"So it begins." Dilandau whispered and walked over to where Millerna and Hitomi were arranging Van so they could see everywhere he was bruised and where Allen could hold him down and he wouldn't knock anything over.
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