AN: I don't know when this story will be updated, but since I'm just sitting around during the quarantine I decided to write a bit. I plan on finishing the story then going back and fixing errors later. This is a very short chapter, but I promise the story isn't dead, I just don't write that often.
Chapter 2
Guilt, that is what Kasumi felt. She felt guilty for running, leaving the boy who saved her to be beaten in her place. That's how she found herself retracing her steps back to where it happened. It was dark out now, sticking to the shadows, not wanting anyone to recognize her. Coming upon the shop where it happened she searched the area for any sign of her saviour. That's when she noticed a small puddle of blood on the street curb, looking closer she could see small drops of blood leading into the nearby alleyway.
Following the trail into the alley she found the person she was searching for. A pang of guilt shot through her thoughts as she saw him lying against the wall, beaten and bruised, one hand on his ribs while the other rested on his bloodied nose. The shadows and blood hid his appearance. She slowly approached him, staying in the darkness. Now that she was close enough she could see the boy was asleep, or unconscious. Slowly, she knelt next to him, brushing his hair away from his face. He was young, couldn't be much older than her. He had long brown hair that went just past his shoulders, pale skin, made paler by his injuries. He looked to be American, or somewhere in North America.
Kasumi moved her arms under his shoulders, pulling him up. Moving her grip down she lifted him into a bridal carry, surprisingly, he weighed very little. She carefully carried him back to her home, making sure to stay in the darkness and to not put pressure on his chest.
I jolted up, suddenly aware of the pain throughout my body I winced and layed back down. I was in someone's home, the room I was in was lit by candles, and couldn't be that large. I suddenly became aware of the figure sitting on the end of the bed I was on, they were hunched over, reading something. The figure turned their head, now I could see it was a girl, the same girl I saved from those thugs. "Don't try to move, your ribs are broken." The girl spoke with a soft voice, surprisingly in English. "Where am I?" I managed to croak out.
"You're in my home, I found you in the alley beaten to a pulp."
"Why did you come back?" I asked.
"You helped me, why not return the favour?" She said with a slight chuckle. "My name is Kasumi, what's yours?"
"Cyril."