Author's Note: The long awaited update is finally here. Enjoy!
Chapter 3: Vertigo
Is it still me that makes you sweat?
Am I who you think about in bed?
When the lights are dim and your hands are shaking as you're sliding off your dress?
Then think of what you did
And how I hope to God he was worth it.- Panic! At the Disco, "Lying Is The Most Fun A Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off"
Hitomi's eyes slowly opened and she was greeted by darkness. Everything that occurred slowly came back to her and she sat up quickly.
"Where am I?" she asked herself.
She reached up and touched her nose, it wasn't bleeding anymore. She looked down to herself and noticed she wasn't in the same clothes she was in before. Now she was wearing an oversized t-shit. Hitomi looked around the room and could make out a dresser and a chair in the corner. Her clothes and shoes were no where to be seen. Her head began to spin again and was forced to lay back down. She closed her eyes momentarily which seemed to ease the pain.
"Hello?" a voice called out.
Hitomi's eyes snapped open and she looked toward the door on the other side of the room. There was a quiet knock and the door was pushed open slowly. Hitomi slowly sat up and stared at the door intently. She made out a tall figure clearly masculine.
"Hello?" he called out again.
Hitomi said nothing and the man finally noticed she was sitting up in bed. He paused a moment and then finally flicked on a light. Hitomi winced at the offending brightness but her eyes soon adjusted and she was able to see her rescuer. Like her earlier observation it was indeed a man. He was tall, lean and his skin pale. His hair was kept long reaching just below his shoulders.
"Your finally awake." he said relived.
Hitomi nodded, "Yea"
He crossed the room and sat in the chair near the bed, "My name's Allen."
"Hitomi."
He smiled at her, "How are you feeling?"
"My head…it hurts."
Allen nodded, "As it should, you took quite a fall. But your nose isn't broken."
Hitomi raised a hand again to her nose, "How do you know?"
"I called the doctor."
"Oh," she said softly and hung her head, "Thank you!"
Allen laughed, "No problem! I was really worried about you, their was a lot of blood."
"You changed me?" she asked, looking down to the t-shirt.
Allen laughed and rubbed his head, "No, no! The doctor took care of that."
Hitomi smiled softly, "I appreciate all your help."
"I'm glad your awake, I was about to call the doctor again."
"Oh! How long was I gone for?"
"Two days."
Hitomi's eyes went wide and she untangled herself from the sheets. She got up quickly and headed to the door. Allen stood up after her and watched her in an interested manner. Hitomi threw the door open and walked out into what looked like a living room. Once again she was met with bright light. She squinted and felt the familiar sickness in her stomach. Her head began to swim and she swayed. She reached out to steady herself and her hand met a muscular chest. Hitomi's knees buckled underneath her and she began to fall. Before she hit the ground she was scooped her up into unknown arms.
"You should rest." Allen called out from behind her.
Hitomi looked up into the face of another man. The expression of his face was one of disdain and annoyance.
Hitomi hung her head in defeat, "Fine."
"Can you take her?" he called out to Allen.
Allen let out a laugh and took Hitomi into his arms. She snaked her arms around Allen's neck for support. He opened the door to his bedroom again and knocked it open with his foot. Hitomi looked over Allen's shoulder to see the frowning face of the black haired man, before the door closed behind them. Allen carefully placed Hitomi on the bed and sat back down in the chair.
"Where are you going in such a rush?"
Hitomi thought about that for a second. Where was she going? She couldn't go back to the club because she didn't have the money. She couldn't go back home because they would find her there.
She ran a hand through her hair and sighed. "I guess no where."
"You can stay here as long as you want."
"I don't even know you!" Hitomi said, as a look of worry crossed her face.
Allen gave her a warm smile, "I'm not an axe murderer."
Hitomi laughed, "I never said that!"
"You implied it."
"No I didn't do that either. It's just I don't even know you and you already helped me so much. I don't want to impose."
"Your not imposing anything! It's great to have a new face around here."
"Your room mate doesn't seem to like the idea."
"Van?"
"Is that his name?"
"Van takes some time to get used to people. Don't worry it's nothing personal."
Hitomi nodded, "Alright, I guess I'll stay."
Allen clasped his hands together and grinned, "Excellent."
Outside a dish crashed to the floor, the noise echoing around the house.
"Fuck!" Van's voice rang out.
Dilandau paced the back room of the club like a caged animal. Sora was sitting at the table watching him in a worried manner. Across the table from her sat Mark, his feet propped up on the table. A cigar hung off his lips and he to watched Dilandau, although he watched in an amused manner.
"Dilandau I'm sure she is okay." Sora said, breaking the silence.
Dilandau stopped his pacing and glared at her, "I don't give a fuck if she's okay or not. She's missing all her gigs at the club and she hasn't even called. I'm going to fucking ring her neck when she decides to show her scrawny ass!"
Mark laughed, "What if the bitch doesn't come back?"
Dilandau's eyes went wide, "What if she doesn't come back?"
Sora sighed, "She'll come back, where else would she go?"
"You shouldn't have accused her of stealing the money." Mark said pompously.
Dilandau looked at Mark in a hateful manner, "You're the fucking idiot who said she stole the money!"
"Nah, I found da money." Mark replied, puffing on his cigar.
"Your shitting me?" Dilandau asked.
Mark shrugged, "Was underneath ma bed"
"So no one stole it?"
"Nah"
"You're a piece of work. Did you know that, Mark?"
Sora looked between the two of them and sighed. Everything was less complicated when they were kids. The three of them. Now Mark and Dilandau were constantly at each other's throats.
"Why don't you go look for her." Sora offered.
Dilandau sighed, "No."
Mark laughed, "Afraid of what your going to find? Maybe see her in someone else's arms? Did you really think she'd stay with you forever? Stay here forever? Maybe someone fell in love with her scrawny ass. They took her away and maybe she was glad to go. Hell if I was her so would I"
Dilandau looked at him incredulously, "Fuck off!"
"Hey I'm just stating my opinion. It's not ma fault you can't take care of your bitches"
Sora glared at Mark and wrapped her arms around Dilandau's neck in a comforting manner, "Leave him alone, Mark"
Mark laughed, "Come on Sora, your siding with him?"
"I'm not siding with anyone. But your upsetting him"
Dilandau pushed Sora away and got up, "I'm not fucking two anymore. I don't need you hugging me and for the record I'm not upset"
With that said, Dilandau threw open the door and stepped into the alleyway slamming it behind himself.
"He's a terrible lier." Mark observed.
Sora smacked him upside the head as she went to stand near the large window to watch Dilandau trudge down the alleyway in search of Hitomi.
