Akito rolled over, she didn't need to see to know it was Kiada. "Aw, poor poor rat," Her voice was full of mockery, "She's just so damn sick," Taking her left hand Kiada took it back and forcefully backhanded Akito. "So...Damn...Sick" She slapped her with every word.

Already weak Akito did nothing to defend herself. Not that she would have defended herself from Kiada anyway, it just wasn't done. Kiada stood up looked down at Akito on the futon, "Stupid rat," She said the words several times, each time she delivered a sharp kick into Akito's gut.

Akito panted a bit before going into a fit of coughs, "Poor rat, you can't win you know..." Kiada smiled down at Akito and her coughing.

"Ha'ri said he'd..." Hatsuharu came in at the right time, "Kiada, what the hell do you want?" His voice was sharp and cold towards the girl.

"Nothin'." She smiled walking around Hatsuharu and looking down at Akito, "Just came to make sure my darling rat was in perfect conditon," Kiada's signature smirk crawled across her face, "Turns out it's damaged," Walking out the bedroom door she loudly proclaimed, "I'll have to buy a new one." Kiada's laughed echoed down the hallway, causing Akito to curl up into her protective ball.

"Hey," Hatsuharu kneeled down next to Akito, "You all right?" He brushed his hand along Akito's bruised cheek thinking, 'Weakness, the fear, this, everything, it's a weakness. If I hadn't left her then-' his thoughts were cut short.

"Hatsu-Hatsuharu?" Akito opened his eyes, they had gone from their usual sparking interested bright brown to a soft dull and listless dirty colour. "Don't leave me again...please?" Hatsuharu looked away from her eyes for a moment before returning.

"I won't leave you again," He put his hand in hers holding her tightly.

"Promise?" Akito looked through her glazed over eyes at Hatsuharu, he looked a little...Frightend by what had happened.

"I promise." Haru swore to her, Akito looked like she wanted desperatly to sleep, but like she wasn't going to risk it. "Hatori San said he'd be over as quickly as he could," Hatsuharu sighed a bit, "You should have gone to see him, Hatori could have helped you more than I could and-"

"Hatsuharu..." Akito cut Hatsuharu off, she didn't like his 'I'm angry Hatsuharu voice' at all, she hated it when people yelled.

"What?" He looked pissed off that he had been interupted.

"...I can't feel my hand." Akito smiled as Hatsuharu looked down at the hand he was holding onto.

"Oh, sorry," He stopped putting pressure on her hand and just held it, to assure her that he wasn't planning on letting her go.

"Sorry I'm so late," Hatori showed up about twenty minutes after Hatsuharu had called him.

"You're sorry?" Hatsuharu stood up closing in on the ageing Hatori, "For all you know she could have died while you were taking care of personal problems,"

"You had an attack," All Hatori heard Hatsuharu say was a bunch a blahs and worthless words. "Drink this," The medicine was a clear liquid that tasted like dirt, or as best I can imagain dirt tasting. "Heartrate is up..."

"She's scared that why," Hatsuharu imformed him while using the wall behind him as a leaning post, "Kiada came in here and beat the mortal shit outta her and you expect her to be happy and fine?" He scoffed a bit.

"Hmm," Hatori's voice was soft and soothing, "I can't do much about that the best thing now for you Akito is too.." He looked down at Akito and smiled seeing her sleep, "is too sleep."

"Ha'ri," Hatsuharu had a motion with his head for Hatori to follow him out the room. Walking outside onto the deck outside the door Hatsuharu lit a ciggertte he had taking a deep breath of the nicotine before asking, "What can I do for her? I mean it's not like when I had to help Kisa, I knew how I could fix that but this, Damn-it I don't know."

"It's only a week remember, this'll be over soon enough, or at least I hope..." He muttered the last part under his breath but it didn't go unoticed bu Hatsuharu.

"What do ya me 'You hope?' What the hell is going on in the family that I have no fucking idea about?!" He threw out his ciggerette letting it go out in the snow with a hiss.

"Akito thought it would be a good idea fro little Akito to move into Sohma house...She asked me about it because of her illness."

"You said no though...Right Hatori? You said no right!" Hatsuharu looked deperatly at the silent Hatori, "Fuck you." His last words before slamming the door closed behind him as he walked inside.

Millie: Wrote this at 2:30 a.m. My Manson cd broke so I had trouble sleeping so I wrote this. Poor Akito, and Hatsuharu. Haru has no idea what to do at the moment and likke Hatori! He's so lost, and older Akito has kinda ruined everyones life...Again... So update soon now I'm going to sleepy 3 Mille Narcissa who is still too lazy to spell check