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Chapter. 5

Title: Breaking down

Story

Whispers echoed around the room. The noise of the fan couldn't drown it. She sat quietly. Huddled in the furthest corner possible, pressing her battered and bruised body against the cold wall. She struggled to stifle her sobs, as the pain continued to eat her away. Blocking out the racket. Fighting against her thoughts from drowning her from existence. She stayed silent. And ignored.

Her dead, blank orbs of pale amethyst stared out into the cold. Dull and broken. Tinted with a soft shade of pink, dried from lack of sleep. And from any emotion. But her panting uneven breath puffed out of her frozen pale lips in white mist, pale gray skin blending with darkness as she stared at the floor. Affects of the drugs drilling her out of focus.

A narrow stream of crystals flowed gently down her eyes. Gasps of pain and anguish surrounding her. Yet no one noticed. No one cared. They didn't see…but she felt. Her soul cried more, sobbing inside her. And her face stayed a void of emotion. Her lips curled frozen. In a delicate smile.

She whimpered. No one heard her. She did, yet she just blinked.

She tried to reach out to her, screaming at her to let her go. No one heard her cries. She did…No one cared…she was one of them.

She clawed at her heart. Ripping it. Wounding it. No one noticed. She did. No one felt the pain. She did. No one winced…and she was one of them.

"Master please stop…" whispered a soft broken voice, trembling helplessly feeling the girl break down.

She was replied by silence. And an aura of pure wisdom and power, daring her to speak again.

"Master…"

"Nakuru." Another deep voice interrupted the first, warning.

The first became silent, deep crimson eyes trailing back to the girl.

"…Leave us." Whispered a third voice, laced with authority and command. Not to be questioned.

The two dark figures bowed silently, before seeping out of the room as mare shadows.

Steps echoed around the room as he came closer to her. She didn't wince. She didn't know what happened. How she got there. She wasn't aware of anything. Only ignorance. Yes. Ignorance was bliss.

He trailed a hand down her cheek gently, as though afraid if he'd touch her more firmly she would be scarred. But she was scarred. He had scarred her. Only he. And there won't be anyone else. He swore to himself as he gently took her in his arm, placing her firmly on his lap, pressing her small frame against his chest.

He would make sure of it.

"HOW COULD SHE JUST DISAPPEAR!"

"I left her for five minutes Sonomi-"

"THAT STILL DOESN'T ANSWER MY QUESTION!"

"Sonomi-san-"

"Oh don't even COME to that Kinomoto!"

"Sonomi. Shouting wont make it better-"

"THEN WHAT WILL!" Sonomi cried in frustration, tears streaming down her eyes furiously as she tried to gain control of the situation, of herself, "MY DAUGHTER JUST DISAPPEARED IN TO THIN AIR!"

"We are quite aware of that but-"

"BUT WHAT!" Sonomi cried again, her eyes were blood red from all the crying, her face flushed with worry and her eyes just didn't seem to stop tearing up, "WHAT CAN WE DO!"

"WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO ANYTHING WITH YOU BAWLING LIKE THAT!" He cried out in frustration, glaring at his granddaughter as she struggled to not break down.

Fujitaka looked at the floor, feeling awkward and uncomfortable at the sudden silence that seemed to take everyone's breath away.

Mr. Daidouji sighed, instantly regretting what he said, "Look…I'm sorry…I know how you feel but-"

"You don't know anything about how I feel…" Sonomi growled, her eyes darkening in pure anger and hatred, "Because of you I first Lost Nadeshiko TO HIM!" She yelled, pointing a shaking finger at Fujitaka, "AND NOW BECAUSE OF YOU I LOST MY ONLY DAUGHTER!"

'SLAP'

The sound echoed around the hall. Fujitaka stared in shock and helplessness as Sonomi clutched her red cheek, staring at Mr. Daidouji in horrified surprise. Mr. Daidouji continued to stare at her in suppressed fury. His face purple as he clutched his fist tightly by his side, the other slowly moving back to its place after providing its purpose for the time being.

The clock ticked by as the three people stood frozen on their places. If anyone would have entered then, he/she would have sworn they were mere wax dummies. No one dared to move. Not even the leafs of the dying trees outside, or the curtains framing the old-fashioned windows.

Finally Mr. Daidouji, avoiding the two pairs of eyes, strode out. It was as though someone had pressed the play button in a remote. Sonomi fell to her knees. Tears once again streaming down her eyes as she whimpered. Fujitaka knelt beside hers, hesitantly placing his arms around her shoulders. To his surprise, Sonomi suddenly buried her head against his chest, sobbing furiously, like a child who had lost her favorite doll.

Fujitaka held her tighter. His heart aching for the poor woman as she hiccupped and sobbed against his shirt. Soaking it shortly.

'Nadeshiko-san…help Tomoyo...'

Sakura breathed heavily after over-hearing all the commotion. Sitting in a dark corner near the halls on the stairs, she leaned against the wall, stifling her sobs as tears flowed endlessly down her bright emerald eyes.

Only one word was raging through her mind, repeating again and again like a mantra.

'Tomoyo-Chan…Tomoyo-Chan…Tomoyo-Chan…'