I listened. I heard… sizzling. And… a TV in the back ground?
And theres some body else that needs taking care of in Washington.
Who's that?
Rose Williams.
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I listened ever harder. Whistling. Some one was whistling lightly. A hollow 'crack.' And more sizzling. Where was I? I remember falling, and then… that was it. I just remember falling. I cracked open my eyes and jolted to sit up. I was right. A TV was being played. Something smelt good. I looked down at my own body; I was in a bed with plain white sheets and messed up covers. And these clothes… I was still in my jeans… but this shirt… It was so big on my frame. Where was I? This white shirt smelt so familiar and welcoming. I looked to my left and saw an open door, next to a salt water fish tank. Besides the TV, it was the brightest light in the room. I stood and peaked my head through the door. A plain white living room with white walls and many strange knick- knacks. It must be an apartment. I looked over to my left once more and saw… Fuuma. He was cooking… eggs. I think. I growled at him. He looked up and smiled.
"Ah. You're awake. I was wondering when you were going to get up. I found you in the park passed out, and I thought you needed help, so I took you to my place. And I changed your shirt. I didn't bother to change your jeans; you need the dignity." He said. I snarled at him. "You can keep the shirt." He added at the end. I rolled my eyes.
"What did you do to me?" I asked, or more like demanded. He smiled and stirred the eggs.
"I just fed you the blood of a bird. No need to thank me." He said. I growled once more. "You're so inconsiderate, Kamui-kun. I saved your life, and this is what I get?" he smirked at me. I sighed. He poured the eggs on a plate and sat down at a desk. "Oh, and by the way, the bathroom is in the back. You may take a shower if you like." He said. I swallowed hard and walked down the hall on my toes to the bathroom. The walls were a light yellow and the floor was a tan tile layout. The tub was bronze and the bathroom it self was quite roomy. Pictures of soap and stuff were hanging on the walls, and a large fogged window was next to the tub. It shimmered in the heating lamp. The toilet was bronze also, and was classy. The room smelt of… lavender. I hated lavender.
I looked over at the sink again and saw a stack of towels there, along with a bag. I opened. A black T-shirt. Size 8. My size.
There was a note on the towels. I picked up the small card and skimmed it with my eyes.
Kamui- I bought a new shirt, the other one was ruined. Enjoy your self and relax. If you need anything, just call me. ~Fuuma.
I sighed and tip toed of to the tub, turning on the water. The steam filled room and went into my lungs. I liked that feeling; like swallowing ice, except warm. When the tub was filled to my content, I stripped myself and got in quietly, making sure not to make any noise. I prayed that Subaru wasn't mad at me; or worse; out looking for me. If he found me here, I would never see the sun again. I shuddered to that thought. I washed my body thoroughly, making sure to get all of the dirt and grime of my skin. I couldn't sense Fuuma on me anywhere, so I suppose he did nothing. He better not have done anything to me. I would kill him if he did.
When I was done with lathering my self, I washed off and dried myself with the towels, letting the soap flow down the drain. It felt nice. It felt really nice. The warm water made me relax, and just fall into myself. It was like all my worries and imperfections were washed down the drain as well.
I got myself dressed, wearing the new shirt, and went to the living room where Fuuma was. I swallowed again. He smiled at me with that same smirk; a smirk that danced on my nerves vigorously.
"Ah, Kamui-san, It looks like you took a shower. Are you feeling okay?" I didn't answer. His beady eyes continued to stare at me and my soul. His black hair shined in the lamp light, while his white coat swirled around his body in a perfect fit. My face became hot again. My knees became numb and my breath became sharp. I wanted to run. But that would only show my fear. If Fuuma ever saw that part of me, he would never let it go. He would take advantage of it. Maybe… I could sneak out later. Just say that I subconsciously had to leave. Maybe that would work. I hoped it would.