Love Worth Fighting For
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Tekken is © to Namco. I am making no money from this fan fiction; it is just for fun. I however own all the characters that are not apart of the Tekken franchise. All rights reserved.
Chapter 12
Xiaoyu took a bite out of the sweet, creamy bun she'd been staring at on her plate for the past few minutes, contemplating whether to wait for Miharu to arrive before tucking in or just go ahead and eat. The latter ruled over as her stomach cried out in need.
Miharu had only got out of a hospital a few days ago and that had been nearly a week after she's ended up in there in the first place. She'd not been to see her since the day after her match. That dreaded match she'd had with Steve Fox. And what had she gone and done? Underestimated her opponent and ultimately lost her match. He was a great guy in her books, a good sportsman and very good looking, but still she was slightly bitter and depressed about the whole situation. Inviting Miharu out days after her release sounded a pretty livening idea, and the Café Macaron seemed the perfect place.
Another bite of her cream bun filled the hole of her lost dreams, of that amusement park now so far away once again.
The chime on the door of the café sounded and the Chinese girl's eyes went up and spied her friend on the other side of the room trying to spot her. She waved frantically and Miharu finally saw her, making her way over.
Miharu looked pretty good for coming out a pretty brutal fight. Her face was returning to a normal colour, though that was thanks to some make up obviously too. She did slightly limp with her ankle, as it still looked to give her some grief. She may have been a little on the tender side, but she was sure as hell not showing it.
"Hi, Xiao," Miharu greeted and took a seat opposite her friend.
She swallowed some of the bun and smiled. "Sorry I started without you. Want me to get you a bun too?"
"Oh, no thanks," she said, and flipped through her bag to get her purse out. "But I wouldn't mind a coffee."
"Alright." Xiaoyu went to order from the counter, as there was no waitress in sight when needed. Soon, both girls were sat down with steaming mugs filled to the brim and settled into their seats.
"Been under close watch after your release, have you?" Xiaoyu asked, knowing that Miharu's father and Hanii had decided to keep her safe guarded in bed for a day or so.
Miharu huffed, remembering the annoying speeches she received at home and how she was nearly taped to the bed, though she insisted she was fine to move about. "You wouldn't believe it. Terrible, just terrible. Especially Hanii. She doesn't need to be blood to act like a mother to me."
Xiaoyu had to smile. "Well, at least she cares."
Miharu sighed, and smiled too. "True, true." She sipped her coffee and a soft moan of satisfaction came to her lips. Coffee truly at its best.
"So…" The Japanese girl spoke after a moment. "You said you'd got some news for me that you just couldn't tell me over the phone, and you had to drag me all the way over here."
Xiaoyu gave her a cheeky look, all in good nature. "Good for you to get some exercise. Speeds up the healing process." She sipped her drink and carried on. "And anyway, the big news is too big for any little telephone conversation."
Miharu raised a brow over her mug as she sipped. "Oh?"
"I'm officially moving out of the Mishima Mansion," she declared to a suddenly quite surprised Miharu.
"Really?" This was shocking news. Who'd want to abandon the lap of luxury? Well, Xiaoyu had been bored with this oh so perfect life these last years. Maybe this would be a good thing. With the Mishima run empire being so tedious lately, it seemed a safer option for Xiaoyu to move out.
"I've decided to get a small job and have my own place. Mishima-sama agreed and he's letting me have some money, saying that he knows I'd be responsible and prove I can make some good of myself. And my parents are giving me money too. I have it all set out, until the end of school that is, then, I don't know. I may end up leaving the country. I know I want to study abroad."
"Wow, way ahead of yourself there," Miharu commented, proud that at least one of them had thought ahead. It seemed she, compared to her friend, and was a little lost in which way she wanted to go with her life.
Xiaoyu just nodded and took a sip of her drink. For a moment, she lost herself in a thoughtful glimmer, which Miharu noticed, tilting her head to look at her. When the Chinese girl noticed this, she sat up, blinking.
"You seem to have a lot on your mind," Miharu said, leaning an arm onto the table. "Anything you want to talk about?"
Xiaoyu pulled a quiet unsure face and decided just to go ahead and say what she had to say anyway.
"Well, I didn't want to bring this up, but I guess I couldn't keep it a secret. It's… about Jin."
Miharu was all ears. "Jin? What about him? What do you know that I don't?"
Xiaoyu sat back, crossing her dainty legs beneath her chair. "Well… I saw him the day after my match, when I was sitting out back of the arena. I managed to catch him up, but he was very quiet, he wouldn't talk to me properly, or even to turn to look at me. It was quite creepy. All he said was, 'Do the right thing and make sure you keep your friends safe.' Isn't that just so weird? And in a way, I think he may have been talking about you."
Miharu tapped the table carefully, thinking. "Well, you never know…"
"And I'm not done yet. He was suppose to have a match against Kazuya Mishima yesterday, but it was cancelled for no apparent reason. Rumour has it that Jin has gone missing."
"What? How'd you know that for sure?" Miharu inquired, a little more edgy then she'd have liked to have been.
"Miharu, it's spreading like wild fire back in the locker rooms. The fighters are talking about it and the Zaibatsu employees aren't talking, aren't denying it."
The seriousness in Xiaoyu's eyes definitely showed she believed that he'd really disappeared, and that something fishy was going on. Miharu didn't want to believe it, and she doubted very much that she'd have luck finding him herself to cap these rumours. It seemed to be getting more dangerous, and guessing so, it would be everyone's best interests to keep their noses out.
'I just wonder what is going on… I just wish I could do something…' Miharu thought.
"Lets hope for the best," Xiaoyu took a big gulp of coffee, leaving a bit spot of froth on her nose.
Miharu's eyes gleamed with amusement. No way was she going to tell Xiaoyu and ruin the moment.
***
"Hey, Miharu, I'm glad to see your looking better," Julia Chang greeted as the aforementioned girl and Xiaoyu appeared outside the hotel where the tournament fighters were staying.
"I'm so glad we caught you," Xiaoyu said. "Miharu just wanted to pop along to say hi."
Miharu smiled. "Thanks, Julia. I just wanted to get to see your because every time you went into the hospital, I was either asleep or somewhere else. Ironic really."
Julia nodded. "Oh well, It's much better to see you out of that place."
Xiaoyu finally noticed a few bags in her hands. "Oh, Julia… are you leaving?"
"Oh, well, I'm beginning to pack up. Now I'm out of the tournament, I'm not going to stick around for much longer, though I do have some business to take care off myself with the Zaibatsu."
Miharu frowned. "You got knocked out the tournament? I've really not been keeping up. It's this head of mine, still not right."
Julia smiled faintly. "Yeah, afraid so. Lost to Jin Kazama. Had my match the morning after Xiaoyu's."
Miharu's eyes widened. Did Julia know where Jin had gone?
"I hear he went missing," Julia said thoughtfully. "No idea with that one."
Miharu sighed. That answered that question. Xiaoyu gave her friend a soft, assuring look.
"Oh, that reminds me. Miharu, Jin had a message for you strangely enough." The Japanese girl looked very curious and obviously surprised. "He knew we talked, so he wanted to pass on this message. Oh… what was it? Oh… umm… AH! Yes, I remember. It was, 'Stop your search, keep your distance. It's only for the best.'"
Miharu's jaw dropped. She knew was it meant and her heart cracked. He didn't want her and was keeping her at arms length, even throwing her away into a lost void of emptiness. Xiaoyu's arm snaked over her shoulder in understanding and comfort. Miharu just stood quietly.
Lei stepped out at that moment, looking pretty preoccupied and nearly ran into them.
"Oh! Uh, sorry ladies," he apologised quickly. "Umm, Xiaoyu, have you by any chance seen Steve Fox?"
"The last time I saw him was last night when he took me out for a drink, his way of saying goodbye," Xiaoyu said. "He got knocked out the tournament the day before last by Paul Phoenix. A real shame since he didn't have many days between matches."
Lei let out a soft his in distress. "Damn, I may already be too late."
The three women exchanged glances.
He shook his head. "Don't you worry. Just something I have to sort out. Anyway, I have to go. Hope I see you all around."
"You too," Xiaoyu said, as the man departed their company. Julia sighed and the younger pair looked at her.
"Always rushing about, and being so God damn secretive," the native girl muttered. "Oh well. Anyway, I'll see you two later. Business won't take care of itself. Bye you two."
"Bye," they said, though Miharu seemed a little lost with her words, more or less drifted away in thought. Sad thoughts of Jin.
***
Xiaoyu had tried to cheer up her friend for the rest of the day, but it seemed everything she did or said meant nothing, though Miharu kept saying that it was touching that she cared and was a true friend.
Miharu was now walking alone that evening after leaving Xiaoyu at the driveway of the Mishima Mansion. And here she was, dragging her feet sadly; glad she wasn't making Xiaoyu feel bad in any way now.
So lost in thought, she didn't hear the care tires of a limo come to a halt beside her. A hand took her arm and she was suddenly dragged inside the vehicle, which then continued its journey down the road. It happened so quickly, it was as if the whole world blinked to it. There one minute, gone the next.
Miharu was laying across a leather seat, grumbling under her breath at the aching of her body, thought now, fear began to register as she became aware of her new surroundings, trapped at the mercy of some stranger. She listened to the hum of the limo moving as she looked up through the dim confines within, coming eye to eye with Kazuya Mishima. Her heart almost stopped.
"Hello, Miss Hirano, I trust you are doing well?" He said, a small smile playing on his face.
'Someone have mercy on me,' Miharu's insides whispered as she visibly shook under the stare of this man. He could crush her in an instant and she knew it. She'd felt his strength and cowered without thought.
"I'm sorry for this little… meeting so out of the blue, but it was urgent that we were to meet." He moved on that squeaky leather seat, leaning forward to her. "My son has disappeared as you might know, and I would really like to know where he has gone to?"
Miharu just shook her head, at the moment, unable to speak.
"Come now, I'm not going to hurt you, our match is over," he said; though his words were still like a deadly whisper to her. "I just want you to be honest. Tell me where he is."
"I… really…" She tried to bring the words to her, but she was shaking.
"This is getting tiring. I've felt him close to you, I know you know something…" His words trailed and his eyes went to her wrist where he saw that lightning band Jin had slipped onto her in the hospital. He could feel the marking of his son there. "You're only making it harder on yourself."
Miharu's insides burned like crazy, with things that she wished to scream out. And finally, she decided she couldn't take it.
"I DON'T KNOW!" She yelled at him, lips suddenly clenching together and her eyes averting. "I… don't…"
Kazuya sat there in silence, instantly registering something beyond anger.
A tiredness that just covered her over like a blanket.
"He doesn't…" She began but pulled off, unable to finish. What could she add that wouldn't give her away as having a former tie to Jin? Nothing. She'd wanted to say that he wanted nothing to do with her, but that implied and in this case, implication was deadly.
Kazuya paused for a moment, face dark and he was suddenly looming over her. Her first reaction was to peel back and press hard into the far corner near the door, flinching in case he struck. His hand came at her…
… And lay gently onto her shoulder. Her eyes watched him like that of a scared rabbit. His dark face turned to something gentler, if it could be described as that.
"He is not in contact with you… that I do believe. You have given that away with your emotions."
She could imagine his eyes digging into her soul, seeing the answers he need. He was a powerful man, and anything seemed possible with him.
"You do realised you've been watched the minute you entered this tournament. No one has been safe from the eyes of the Mishima Zaibatsu," he said coolly. "Heihachi would have known if you and Jin and had been conversing. He'd have made you both pay the price, even to an extent of drawing each other's blood. Though I know the old man is not stupid, and he knows you will be a tool to him. That's why I warn you now, Miharu Hirano, people are not blind to your connections with Jin, even if it has taken to digging into things about you that you have never known could be opened to anyone. You must stay safe and aware of everyone. Wherever you go, sleep, breath… live… they'll be watching from afar. You've walked into a deadly game. I hope, for your sake, you survive."
Miharu just stared at him and jumped as the car came to an abrupt stop. Kazuya moved away from her and opened the door.
"I believe this is your stop," he said softly and she watched him carefully, slipping to look out and finding she was surprisingly outside her house. She didn't question how he knew.
"Yes… well, thank you," she murmured and stepped out.
"Have a good night, Miharu," he said and shut the door, the limo instantly pulling away.
She stood on the curb left wondering about her situation. It suddenly struck her to look at that band on her wrist.
Ever since she awoke in the hospital from her first night, it had just mysteriously appeared there. She'd stared at it long and hard, something about it that seemed so familiar. The pattern, that of the crossed lightning…
'Could it have been from… no… I don't believe it…' She turned away from it, though deep inside, a voice was screaming at her to believe it. She plainly ignored that voice that pained her and looked into the night sky, so clear and crisp.
Life was getting more and more dangerous, and she knew, it was going to only get worse for herself.
By Indigo Siren
Disclaimer: Tekken is © to Namco. I am making no money from this fan fiction; it is just for fun. I however own all the characters that are not apart of the Tekken franchise. All rights reserved.
Chapter 12
Xiaoyu took a bite out of the sweet, creamy bun she'd been staring at on her plate for the past few minutes, contemplating whether to wait for Miharu to arrive before tucking in or just go ahead and eat. The latter ruled over as her stomach cried out in need.
Miharu had only got out of a hospital a few days ago and that had been nearly a week after she's ended up in there in the first place. She'd not been to see her since the day after her match. That dreaded match she'd had with Steve Fox. And what had she gone and done? Underestimated her opponent and ultimately lost her match. He was a great guy in her books, a good sportsman and very good looking, but still she was slightly bitter and depressed about the whole situation. Inviting Miharu out days after her release sounded a pretty livening idea, and the Café Macaron seemed the perfect place.
Another bite of her cream bun filled the hole of her lost dreams, of that amusement park now so far away once again.
The chime on the door of the café sounded and the Chinese girl's eyes went up and spied her friend on the other side of the room trying to spot her. She waved frantically and Miharu finally saw her, making her way over.
Miharu looked pretty good for coming out a pretty brutal fight. Her face was returning to a normal colour, though that was thanks to some make up obviously too. She did slightly limp with her ankle, as it still looked to give her some grief. She may have been a little on the tender side, but she was sure as hell not showing it.
"Hi, Xiao," Miharu greeted and took a seat opposite her friend.
She swallowed some of the bun and smiled. "Sorry I started without you. Want me to get you a bun too?"
"Oh, no thanks," she said, and flipped through her bag to get her purse out. "But I wouldn't mind a coffee."
"Alright." Xiaoyu went to order from the counter, as there was no waitress in sight when needed. Soon, both girls were sat down with steaming mugs filled to the brim and settled into their seats.
"Been under close watch after your release, have you?" Xiaoyu asked, knowing that Miharu's father and Hanii had decided to keep her safe guarded in bed for a day or so.
Miharu huffed, remembering the annoying speeches she received at home and how she was nearly taped to the bed, though she insisted she was fine to move about. "You wouldn't believe it. Terrible, just terrible. Especially Hanii. She doesn't need to be blood to act like a mother to me."
Xiaoyu had to smile. "Well, at least she cares."
Miharu sighed, and smiled too. "True, true." She sipped her coffee and a soft moan of satisfaction came to her lips. Coffee truly at its best.
"So…" The Japanese girl spoke after a moment. "You said you'd got some news for me that you just couldn't tell me over the phone, and you had to drag me all the way over here."
Xiaoyu gave her a cheeky look, all in good nature. "Good for you to get some exercise. Speeds up the healing process." She sipped her drink and carried on. "And anyway, the big news is too big for any little telephone conversation."
Miharu raised a brow over her mug as she sipped. "Oh?"
"I'm officially moving out of the Mishima Mansion," she declared to a suddenly quite surprised Miharu.
"Really?" This was shocking news. Who'd want to abandon the lap of luxury? Well, Xiaoyu had been bored with this oh so perfect life these last years. Maybe this would be a good thing. With the Mishima run empire being so tedious lately, it seemed a safer option for Xiaoyu to move out.
"I've decided to get a small job and have my own place. Mishima-sama agreed and he's letting me have some money, saying that he knows I'd be responsible and prove I can make some good of myself. And my parents are giving me money too. I have it all set out, until the end of school that is, then, I don't know. I may end up leaving the country. I know I want to study abroad."
"Wow, way ahead of yourself there," Miharu commented, proud that at least one of them had thought ahead. It seemed she, compared to her friend, and was a little lost in which way she wanted to go with her life.
Xiaoyu just nodded and took a sip of her drink. For a moment, she lost herself in a thoughtful glimmer, which Miharu noticed, tilting her head to look at her. When the Chinese girl noticed this, she sat up, blinking.
"You seem to have a lot on your mind," Miharu said, leaning an arm onto the table. "Anything you want to talk about?"
Xiaoyu pulled a quiet unsure face and decided just to go ahead and say what she had to say anyway.
"Well, I didn't want to bring this up, but I guess I couldn't keep it a secret. It's… about Jin."
Miharu was all ears. "Jin? What about him? What do you know that I don't?"
Xiaoyu sat back, crossing her dainty legs beneath her chair. "Well… I saw him the day after my match, when I was sitting out back of the arena. I managed to catch him up, but he was very quiet, he wouldn't talk to me properly, or even to turn to look at me. It was quite creepy. All he said was, 'Do the right thing and make sure you keep your friends safe.' Isn't that just so weird? And in a way, I think he may have been talking about you."
Miharu tapped the table carefully, thinking. "Well, you never know…"
"And I'm not done yet. He was suppose to have a match against Kazuya Mishima yesterday, but it was cancelled for no apparent reason. Rumour has it that Jin has gone missing."
"What? How'd you know that for sure?" Miharu inquired, a little more edgy then she'd have liked to have been.
"Miharu, it's spreading like wild fire back in the locker rooms. The fighters are talking about it and the Zaibatsu employees aren't talking, aren't denying it."
The seriousness in Xiaoyu's eyes definitely showed she believed that he'd really disappeared, and that something fishy was going on. Miharu didn't want to believe it, and she doubted very much that she'd have luck finding him herself to cap these rumours. It seemed to be getting more dangerous, and guessing so, it would be everyone's best interests to keep their noses out.
'I just wonder what is going on… I just wish I could do something…' Miharu thought.
"Lets hope for the best," Xiaoyu took a big gulp of coffee, leaving a bit spot of froth on her nose.
Miharu's eyes gleamed with amusement. No way was she going to tell Xiaoyu and ruin the moment.
***
"Hey, Miharu, I'm glad to see your looking better," Julia Chang greeted as the aforementioned girl and Xiaoyu appeared outside the hotel where the tournament fighters were staying.
"I'm so glad we caught you," Xiaoyu said. "Miharu just wanted to pop along to say hi."
Miharu smiled. "Thanks, Julia. I just wanted to get to see your because every time you went into the hospital, I was either asleep or somewhere else. Ironic really."
Julia nodded. "Oh well, It's much better to see you out of that place."
Xiaoyu finally noticed a few bags in her hands. "Oh, Julia… are you leaving?"
"Oh, well, I'm beginning to pack up. Now I'm out of the tournament, I'm not going to stick around for much longer, though I do have some business to take care off myself with the Zaibatsu."
Miharu frowned. "You got knocked out the tournament? I've really not been keeping up. It's this head of mine, still not right."
Julia smiled faintly. "Yeah, afraid so. Lost to Jin Kazama. Had my match the morning after Xiaoyu's."
Miharu's eyes widened. Did Julia know where Jin had gone?
"I hear he went missing," Julia said thoughtfully. "No idea with that one."
Miharu sighed. That answered that question. Xiaoyu gave her friend a soft, assuring look.
"Oh, that reminds me. Miharu, Jin had a message for you strangely enough." The Japanese girl looked very curious and obviously surprised. "He knew we talked, so he wanted to pass on this message. Oh… what was it? Oh… umm… AH! Yes, I remember. It was, 'Stop your search, keep your distance. It's only for the best.'"
Miharu's jaw dropped. She knew was it meant and her heart cracked. He didn't want her and was keeping her at arms length, even throwing her away into a lost void of emptiness. Xiaoyu's arm snaked over her shoulder in understanding and comfort. Miharu just stood quietly.
Lei stepped out at that moment, looking pretty preoccupied and nearly ran into them.
"Oh! Uh, sorry ladies," he apologised quickly. "Umm, Xiaoyu, have you by any chance seen Steve Fox?"
"The last time I saw him was last night when he took me out for a drink, his way of saying goodbye," Xiaoyu said. "He got knocked out the tournament the day before last by Paul Phoenix. A real shame since he didn't have many days between matches."
Lei let out a soft his in distress. "Damn, I may already be too late."
The three women exchanged glances.
He shook his head. "Don't you worry. Just something I have to sort out. Anyway, I have to go. Hope I see you all around."
"You too," Xiaoyu said, as the man departed their company. Julia sighed and the younger pair looked at her.
"Always rushing about, and being so God damn secretive," the native girl muttered. "Oh well. Anyway, I'll see you two later. Business won't take care of itself. Bye you two."
"Bye," they said, though Miharu seemed a little lost with her words, more or less drifted away in thought. Sad thoughts of Jin.
***
Xiaoyu had tried to cheer up her friend for the rest of the day, but it seemed everything she did or said meant nothing, though Miharu kept saying that it was touching that she cared and was a true friend.
Miharu was now walking alone that evening after leaving Xiaoyu at the driveway of the Mishima Mansion. And here she was, dragging her feet sadly; glad she wasn't making Xiaoyu feel bad in any way now.
So lost in thought, she didn't hear the care tires of a limo come to a halt beside her. A hand took her arm and she was suddenly dragged inside the vehicle, which then continued its journey down the road. It happened so quickly, it was as if the whole world blinked to it. There one minute, gone the next.
Miharu was laying across a leather seat, grumbling under her breath at the aching of her body, thought now, fear began to register as she became aware of her new surroundings, trapped at the mercy of some stranger. She listened to the hum of the limo moving as she looked up through the dim confines within, coming eye to eye with Kazuya Mishima. Her heart almost stopped.
"Hello, Miss Hirano, I trust you are doing well?" He said, a small smile playing on his face.
'Someone have mercy on me,' Miharu's insides whispered as she visibly shook under the stare of this man. He could crush her in an instant and she knew it. She'd felt his strength and cowered without thought.
"I'm sorry for this little… meeting so out of the blue, but it was urgent that we were to meet." He moved on that squeaky leather seat, leaning forward to her. "My son has disappeared as you might know, and I would really like to know where he has gone to?"
Miharu just shook her head, at the moment, unable to speak.
"Come now, I'm not going to hurt you, our match is over," he said; though his words were still like a deadly whisper to her. "I just want you to be honest. Tell me where he is."
"I… really…" She tried to bring the words to her, but she was shaking.
"This is getting tiring. I've felt him close to you, I know you know something…" His words trailed and his eyes went to her wrist where he saw that lightning band Jin had slipped onto her in the hospital. He could feel the marking of his son there. "You're only making it harder on yourself."
Miharu's insides burned like crazy, with things that she wished to scream out. And finally, she decided she couldn't take it.
"I DON'T KNOW!" She yelled at him, lips suddenly clenching together and her eyes averting. "I… don't…"
Kazuya sat there in silence, instantly registering something beyond anger.
A tiredness that just covered her over like a blanket.
"He doesn't…" She began but pulled off, unable to finish. What could she add that wouldn't give her away as having a former tie to Jin? Nothing. She'd wanted to say that he wanted nothing to do with her, but that implied and in this case, implication was deadly.
Kazuya paused for a moment, face dark and he was suddenly looming over her. Her first reaction was to peel back and press hard into the far corner near the door, flinching in case he struck. His hand came at her…
… And lay gently onto her shoulder. Her eyes watched him like that of a scared rabbit. His dark face turned to something gentler, if it could be described as that.
"He is not in contact with you… that I do believe. You have given that away with your emotions."
She could imagine his eyes digging into her soul, seeing the answers he need. He was a powerful man, and anything seemed possible with him.
"You do realised you've been watched the minute you entered this tournament. No one has been safe from the eyes of the Mishima Zaibatsu," he said coolly. "Heihachi would have known if you and Jin and had been conversing. He'd have made you both pay the price, even to an extent of drawing each other's blood. Though I know the old man is not stupid, and he knows you will be a tool to him. That's why I warn you now, Miharu Hirano, people are not blind to your connections with Jin, even if it has taken to digging into things about you that you have never known could be opened to anyone. You must stay safe and aware of everyone. Wherever you go, sleep, breath… live… they'll be watching from afar. You've walked into a deadly game. I hope, for your sake, you survive."
Miharu just stared at him and jumped as the car came to an abrupt stop. Kazuya moved away from her and opened the door.
"I believe this is your stop," he said softly and she watched him carefully, slipping to look out and finding she was surprisingly outside her house. She didn't question how he knew.
"Yes… well, thank you," she murmured and stepped out.
"Have a good night, Miharu," he said and shut the door, the limo instantly pulling away.
She stood on the curb left wondering about her situation. It suddenly struck her to look at that band on her wrist.
Ever since she awoke in the hospital from her first night, it had just mysteriously appeared there. She'd stared at it long and hard, something about it that seemed so familiar. The pattern, that of the crossed lightning…
'Could it have been from… no… I don't believe it…' She turned away from it, though deep inside, a voice was screaming at her to believe it. She plainly ignored that voice that pained her and looked into the night sky, so clear and crisp.
Life was getting more and more dangerous, and she knew, it was going to only get worse for herself.