HA! I bet you all thought i was dead, huh? Well i'm not, so there! Sorry it took so long to update, i've been...um...having some problems lately. But anywho, i hope you like the new chapter! Disclaimer: I do not own FY and if i did i would be molesting Tasuki as we speak, so please don't sue me.
Genrou blinked wildly in shock for a moment as the one he knew as Hayate sat shivering under the covers. The rim of the blanket was soaked with both sweat and tears as it was pushed against her beet red face. Genrou took a seat at the edge of the bed and sat silently for roughly ten minutes. " What the hell was that all about?" By then, she had dried her tears, but still shivered slightly. " I didn't mean to yell at you, Genrou…I…I thought you were someone else…" He arched an eyebrow as he let out a sigh. " You mean you thought I was your father?" She flushed although it was hardly noticeable. She'd been crying and so her face was still just as red as it has been earlier.
" I'm sorry…." He folded his arms and crossed his legs, scoffing. " I don't know what you're apologizing for, I mean, I guess you just had a bad dream….Right?" She stared blankly into her lap for a second before smiling in a rather fake manner. " Of course…Just a dream…." He kept his gaze on her for a little longer than she was comfortable with before he turned away. " You don't have to tell me anything' if you don't WANT to, ya know…." Before he had time to speak again, the tears began to flow once more. She would bury her face in her pale hands. Genrou's face turned a rather gruesome shade of gray. He was almost to afraid to reach out a hand to comfort her. " Hayate…It WAS just a dream…Wasn't it?"
The all too frequent sobbing stopped rather abruptly then as she lifted her head to face him. Her eyes were puffy and red, slightly swollen from the tears. " My father….He…used to beat me and my mother…" He stared back at her with a rather blank expression. What could he say to that? How could he possible comfort her? She wiped her eyes with the back of her sleeve and laughed from the sheer discomfort she was feeling. " It's really sort of funny when you think about it… I mean, he probably wouldn't have done it if we hadn't been in his way so much. I cried too often and she never did what he asked her to do…" Genrou reached out and put a tight grip on her wrist, causing her to flinch. " Issat really what you believe? That you DESERVED it?" She smiled sadly and turned away, not wanting to begin the endless barage of tears again. He scoffed slightly and released her arm.
" No wonder you act the way you do, this explains it…" " W-what do you mean?" " You flinch every time I touch you…" A gentle pink tone rose in her cheeks. " I do not…And even if I did, it wouldn't be because of that…" "Pfft, whatever you say." He lifted himself from her bed and made his way for the door. He halted as his fingers gripped the handle. His voice was soft, almost comforting. " No one deserves to be struck by someone they love….NO ONE…" He shut the door silently behind him as he made his way down the hall, wondering to himself who or what this Hayate person really was.
