nyah...got nothing to say...
um..italics refer to flashbacks.
Would You Please Say You Need Me
Chapter 4: Delirious
"No, Akito-sama, please…"
I slid back against the locked doors, shivering uncontrollably out of fear and cold, despite it being the middle of summer.
Within an hour, I was beginning to feel numb from the cold. Whispers and echoes bounded within the four corners of the room. Outside, I could hear children laughing and playing without a care in the world. What I would give to be them…
I could not tell how much time had gone by. My thoughts are jumbled, incoherent, spurred by the cold more than anything else. I could not tell day from night, or whether it's fire or ice encasing me in its embrace, nor could I differentiate up and down. I thought I could see the past Jyuunish members, their silvery forms gliding across the room mournfully, mouthing unvoiced words to me.
Someone, I later learned it was Tori-san and Gure-san, came to fetch me later. I could not remember much, except for a shadow of a man and a woman holding a baby, yelling at me.
"What are you doing here? You're sick! You could infect Yuki! You should have known better than to return here in this state!"
"I'm sorry, Naoki-san. I'll bring Ayame back and let him stay with me till he gets well."
A voice, is it a man's? "Don't bother, Hatori. Just leave it where you found it. It'll heal."
"Iie, it's alright, Kazuya-san. He won't be much of a trouble."
"Fine then, take it away."
"You never knew of that, right?"
Yuki shook his head silently.
"I don't think he remembers either. He was already delirious when we got there, muttering about not hearing something. Personally, I was surprised that he had not transformed."
"Didn't he hate me for that?"
"Like I said, I doubt he remembers. Still, he knew that your parents cared for you a lot more then they did him. But he understood that it wasn't your fault. Resentment, yes…hate? I don't think he hated you. No matter what you think, Ayame rarely let emotions control him. At least not when it truly matters. Except for that one time…" Hatori's voice trailed off, leaving pain-filled eyes in memory of the incident.
Yuki fell silent, as did everyone else in the room.
Shigure spoke quietly. "Yuki, what he needs is not your warmth, but much rather, your acceptance."
NO! I'm Ayame! Ayame! Not…" Dimly I realized that I must have looked hysterical, without my usual mask in place.
"Haven't you heard what they called you? I can list it out, every single one of it." He grinned maliciously.
"No! I don't want to hear it. It's not true!" I covered my ears but somehow the words still rang so loud and clear.
"The foulest of the Jyuunishi… I'm sure many would agree on that," he said happily, as if leeching off my pain and fear.
"No! Tori-san wouldn't! neither would Gure-san!"
"Yuki would…"
"No, he wouldn't." My voice shook with fear and desperation mixed with pretended confidence.
That silky voice sounded once again, instilling such trepidation I had thought I would never feel again.
"Have they ever said that?"
No, no they never once said so. None of them…
He took my pause as a confirmation, much to his delight.
"See, they hate you…they wish you are gone…never existed in the first place."
yeah...um...one more chapter should finish it...