AnimeCrasherz: WHOO! Fourth chapter already!
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Chapter 4, Brat
Never having been in a situation like this before, Hinata was left with a horrible problem.
She was freaking panicking.
The pain in her shoulder only worsened until all she could do was sit and occasionally scream or pray. Tearing off a piece of her skirt to create a tourniquet, stopping the bleeding was on the top of her list now. That much she knew she had to do; she was a naive nurse/doctor and knew next to nothing about how to treat wounds.
Her knowledge was so limited, that brought another dillema. What could she do with Sasuke? Who knows... if he woke up, he might attack her again! And now, alone and wounded and losing so much blood she felt dizzy, what defense did she have? Her "sweet blood" was his...
Hinata pondered her options... a.) I can run away from him as far as I can and die in the forest, b.) I can run away as far as I can and he'll catch and kill me, c.) I can stay here and he might wake up and kill me, or d.) I can stay, do my best to take care of the both of us... and hope for the best?
Time was running out fast, and Hinata decided to drag Sasuke's limp and extremely heavy body to the house. Spindly little twig arms could not pick up Sasuke, but they could drag him. At least he wasn't severely injured, Hinata breathed a short-lived sigh of relief. Aside from some cuts and scratches, some rather deep, and where the bindings sliced into his ankles and wrists, he was in one piece.
Hinata's heart wrenched in pain. He had been imprisoned...crucified. Who the hell that devillish figure in that dark room was that attempted to kill her and Sasuke both was still a mystery.
She didn't know how Sasuke had turned into such a horrible creature, or how he turned back... but, he couldn't be all bad, could he? He was stern and serious, and not very kind or gentlemanly, but...
...she remembered on the train, how he plucked her out of the air as she fell, like some weightless feather.
...and she remembered how he risked his life fighting that grotesque vampire...
...and when they jumped off the train, he held her...
...why was that? Why go through the trouble?
Trying not to let it get to her, Hinata pushed conceit to the back of her mind. Maybe he would do it for anybody... no. All of those passengers died at his hands. Then why her of all people! Because she was princess?
Because of a crappy title!
(Or is it? You'll find out. )
Hinata fumed, but assumed nothing and continued the toiling task of transporting a body that weighed more than she did.
Splishhh...
Steaming water trickled from the raggedy washcloth as Hinata rung out the excess liquid, locks of her dark hair plastered around her sweating face. The skin on her hands was raw and white with small splotches of diluted red, and she was painfully gentle as she cleaned off Sasuke's wounds. Already having done her best to wipe off the dried blood around her own and bandage it up somewhat, she moved on to the slashes blemishing Sasuke's opaquely white flesh.
"His features are so delicate, like a pretty girl." Hinata mused. It pained her to see such goddess-worthy (ha) skin all cut up.
She sighed and sat down heavily on her backside. That was the last of them, bandaged up with some cloth she found in this poor woman's tiny, abandoned cookie hut. It was amazing that Sasuke still slumbered, he must have been truly tired.
Heat and the sour smells of blood and sweat permeated the old woman's gingerbread living room, and Hinata stepped out the door, inhaling deeply as she ventured towards the trees for a breath of fresh air. The smell outside was crisp, somewhat sugary, and a light breeze cooled and dried the sweaty blue locks of hair plastered to Hinata's temples. Wordlessly, she walked over to the shack now splattered with blood inside and out, carrying the scissors she used to cut bandages in her tiny, white hand.
Three.
Three carcasses lay inside of that shack, rotting. Maybe it wasn't her fault.
Death followed her anyways. Her mother had left her alone when she was a child, but that she credited to the illness gripping her mother's heart.
Years passed safely, and just when she thought life was falling back into its sad, boring routine, she boarded a train and brought death with her once more. Three lives were brutally murdered around her the night before, but more than she could count were blown into smithereens on the train only a couple of days ago. Lives were wasted, and they expected nothing. There were children barely beginning their lives. Countless innocent humans, their remains disintegrating and becoming fly, worm, and scavenger food at the bottom of an abyss. She couldn't take it.
Open the scissors wide, she cut her wrist, deep, and watched it bleed.
Quietly, she left herself sleep.
Peace... it's so peaceful... quiet. Am I... surrounded by... pillows? Whee, so so-o-oft. Why am I so thirsty...
Hinata allowed her eyes to crack open like slits, and saw subdued shades of... crap.
Pinkish gray.
She lifted her arms slightly, and felt pain in her wrists.
"What the hell did you think you were doing, brat?"
"I-I..." she winced at the familiar robotic voice.
"You can't kill yourself by slitting your wrist like this. These cuts aren't even that deep." an annoyed voice came from a darkened sillhouette facing Hinata from a few feet away.
"B-but why... b-band..." weakness cut off Hinata's words.
"Be grateful I bandaged you up. You... you have things to live for. Took you long enough to wake up."
Live for? B-But aren't we dead already? This place only gets more... c-confusing. Hinata sat up slightly, and allowed her eyes to open more. They were sitting in snow. W-Why I am I still in outside... she thought sheepishly.
"W-wait..." she choked out, backing up as fast as she could. Images of his vampiresque self flashed in front of her eyes. Gasping for breath, she kicked up powdered snow.
"Brat." he approached her slowly. Her heart hammered in her chest. "Brat! Listen to me! What's with all of these cuts on me?"
His arm reached out and touched her elbow, and she screamed like a banshee. "NO!"
"You little- answer me! Why am I all cut up!?"
AnimeCrasherz: Yes, there is a reason for Sasuke to not remember.
Hope it's not confusing...
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