Well, here's the next chappie. LOL. :) Oh, I reached 100 reviews! Happiness! Keep 'em comin', guys! Oh, you're really going to see why this fic is rated T in this chappie. Let's just say it's basically because of Rin's mouth. LOL. Notes!

cocoke5: Rin and Hiro both know about Hana and Megumi since their memories were not erased, so Hatori won't have to re-explain that. I just wanted you to be clear on that. Hana and Megumi are the only ones who had their memories erased, they are the only ones who don't know, not it's only Megumi who doesn't know. Now, one thing is that Hiro doesn't really remember much and hasn't even heard the names "Saki" or "Megumi" used as his sister or brother, he only knows that he has a brother and sister who aren't cursed, that's why he doesn't know that the Megumi "Hanajima" in his class is his brother. Wanted to clear that up.

CruelYou: Um... as far as getting the ideas from the mangas, yes and no. LOL. I got more of my ideas for "Dancing" straight from the mangas than I did for this story, but if you look at the mangas up to Vol. 13, which is the latest manga in the U.S., it all makes since. I think Vol. 14 will change all that because that's where the background on Rin comes in, but at least where I started this one, from Vol. 10, it fits. LOL. :) I do try very much to write believable, like keeping characters in character, having them do things that you can see them doing, you know, being realistic to the characters that were already created. I also try to write believable to the known plot, at least from the point in the story that I am writing from. I just wrote into my summaries of the stories where they start so a reader knows going into it where it picks up. Hope that helps.

beautifulhate: Thanks for the complement! I really do try to keep characters in character, I hate unbelievable writing, at least for characters that have already been created. I'm glad I do a good job of it. I've gotten several complements on that, thanks for reaffirming it:)

Chapter 18

"Who the hell is this?" Rin demanded, whipping her head around to look at Hatori, her long hair flying in all directions. Hatori's heart ached for both of the girls, for Rin because of the pain she would feel upon his answer and for Hana because of the despair she would feel upon receiving Rin's wrath.

"Her name is Hana," he replied softly.

"Hana," she repeated expressionlessly.

"I believe you know me better as Saki Hanajima," Hana said.

"Saki Hanajima, wait, Hatori, th-this is, this is Saki, m-my, my sister?" Rin stuttered, hardly able to comprehend the fact that her sister was sitting before her. He nodded sorrowfully as Hana stood up to face her. Suddenly Rin reared back and kicked the girl as hard as she could across the stomach, ripping Hana's shirt slightly as her huge, sharp boot heels dug into the girl's flesh. Hana fell to the floor, bent over in the anguish. She didn't cry out but merely gasped or breath, eyes closed tightly as she heaved, groaning as her chest rose and fell in agony, her right arm immediately coming to her stomach.

"Don't you get up," Rin spat at her, not thinking a thing of the pain her sister was in. "You think you have the right to stand before me, before us?" She motioned toward Hatori. "You know nothing of how we live, nothing of out world, you, the chosen one. What's so special about you? Who do you think you are? Who do they think you are? You don't look like anything special to me, not at all. You still bleed like anyone else, like us. What makes you more valuable then I? What makes them love you like they never loved me?"

"Rin!" Hatori shouted, grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from Hana's huddled figure before she could kick her again. "That's far too much."

"Not this time, Hatori; she deserves every word of this; how can you protect her?" she cried.

"Because she's my sister!" he cried. "Because I, unlike you, Rin, realize that she had no choice in the matter!" Rin just glared at him.

"You bastard," she said, ripped her arm away from his grasp. "I came here and poured out my soul to you, I, I trusted you-"

"Rin-" Hatori started.

"No, you listen to me, Hatori; I cried my heart out for you, and you had her outside on the porch, hearing every word!" she screamed. All of a sudden she grew quiet and soft but malice burned in her eyes. "I suppose this is what I get for trusting my family." She stormed out, furious, angry, and hurt. Hatori immediately rushed to Hana's side and knelt down to her level, her body shaking violently trying to contain the pain.

"Hana," he said. "Here, let me see." He gently and slowly pulled her arm away from her stomach to examine the wound. "Oh, Hana."

"Is it bad?" she managed to ask.

"She got you pretty bad, those sharp boots of hers," he nodded as his face filled with sorrow. "Oh, Hana, I'm so sorry."

"Don't be," she said. "You didn't hurt me."

"I didn't necessarily stop her, either," he said.

"H-how were you to know?" Hana asked.

"I should have," he replied, more to himself than to her. He then turned his attention back to the wound. There was a long jagged cut across her stomach, blood dripping down and soaking her clothes; it had already soaked her long sleeve where she had had her arm on top of it. Of course her shirt was torn and there was no way to hide it; her pale skin shone clearly in contrast to her black outfit. The cut was deep and it was still bleeding; she was loosing blood fast. The spot of blood on the floor was rapidly becoming a pool. She was breathless and quickly loosing consciousness due to her loss of blood.

"H-Hatori," she breathed, reaching out to grab his white doctor coat. She suddenly lost her grip as she fainted, her head falling lightly into Hatori's lap. He brushed away her tangled hair to look into her face but her couldn't for long. The pain written on her face was too much for him to bear. He pulled a small bell out of one of his coat pockets and tinkled it lightly as a maid came to the door.

"Master Hatori, what would you, oh my goodness," she cried, eyes falling upon the figure of the limp girl by Hatori's side.

"She's fainted, please, no questions, just carry her to my bed and I'll take it from there," he instructed as the woman nodded and went to bend over the poor girl's body.

Hatori bent over his younger sister and, with one hesitant thought, ripped apart her shirt to be able to work more freely. His mind was not on his work, however. The pain her had caused Hana seemed to be more likely. He felt so guilty, as if he could have stopped Rin if he had tried. Of course Hana was right, he couldn't have, but he refused to believe it. He felt like a fool for ever allowing her to come to the main house. Now she was severely hurt, not only physically but mentally. Then there was Rin, what in the world had this done to her? It was true; she had trusted him, allowed him to love her, and loved him, only to be rewarded by the presence of her younger sister, the one who was not cursed and was dearly loved by their parents. Both girls had been injured far too much.
Hana's eyelids fluttered and she awoke, her vision slowly clearing. The first thing she noticed was her bare stomach and chest and she shot straight up, arms crossing her chest immediately as she clutched her shoulders, realizing that she was shirtless. Hatori chuckled softly as he watched her.

"I have a shirt for you," he said, tossing one of his shirts in her direction and turning around to give her a bit of privacy. As she buttoned up the huge shirt she noticed the enormous bandage over her stomach.

"How is my wound?" she asked softly, her face finally returning to its normal color.

"You will be very sore and should refrain from sudden movement. I can give you pills for the pain but I cannot give you anything for the pain in your heart; I'm sorry," he said sorrowfully. "You should keep your torso wrapped to avoid ripping the cut further."

"Thank you," she whispered, getting up from the bed softly and standing on tip-toe to put her hand on his shoulder as he turned around. "Don't worry about my heart; it will mend. Hatori, I want to help her, Rin, I mean. Her suffering greatly succeeds my own, so I want to help her." Hatori just stared at her, dumbfounded. "I'm her sister, am I not?" He nodded. "Well, then, I want to help her, I go to school with Hatsuharu, I think I can help more than you know." He looked upon her doubtfully. "Oh, Hatori, I want to help all of you." She grasped his hands tenderly. "Please, let me try."

"I won't have you getting hurt further," Hatori said.

"I will help her, Hatori; I have to. My sister is hurting and if I have the power to help her, I will," Hana decided firmly. "I want to help you too, Hatori, you and Shiraki." Hatori's eyes grew huge.

She knows about Mayu? He wondered. She nodded slightly and grinned.

"I must be going; thank you," she said. She took a full step forward and bent over in sudden pain, arms going to her stomach, eyes closing in pain. Hatori strode to her side and helped her through the house to the door.

"Be careful, Hana," he said as she descended the steps and walked down the path lightly and slowly. "I'll meet you here next week to check your wound."

Please, Hana, don't get involved any more than you already are; I will not let you be hurt again, by anyone.