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Chapter Four

I sighed. My stomach growled so I ate the lunch I kept in the cupboard. After eating it was time to work again, refilling the necessities in my briefcase before leaving the infirmary and down to the dreaded dungeons.

I heard a piercing cry that startled me once I got down there. Someone was being punished, and very brutally. I didn't want to acknowledge the fact that this was normal in the abbey. All these boys were humans too with feelings and a life that they had the right to control over. I felt the warmth of Artemis radiating positive energy from my waistcoat pocket. It gave me slight strength. My wrist ached, the grip from Tala and Spencer was sinking in and I could see 3 faded pink lines across my flesh. Tala's grip left the mark...that I knew.

I could feel the nausea in my stomach as I stepped into the dungeon where the source of the screaming had radiated from. The black dressed guard stepping out like he committed no crime. It was agonizing. I heard groaning, then cursing, followed by a hiss. The wall mount flame torch flickered as I walked inside and set down my briefcase eager to lend a hand. Immediately I caught his attention. The guy had reddish bronze bangs with a dark brown base behind. Blood spewed across his forehead and mouth, his jaw bruised and a black eye. His body was covered with cuts and bruises from the lashes or whatever method was used to torture him. His eyes, a shimmering shade of sea blue, faded as he spluttered and wiped his mouth once he saw me.

I gazed down at the guy. He looked tall with a strong build. His clothing torn yet I was able to tell what he was wearing. A white wife beater under his red and black sweatshirt with black belts around the wrists of his sleeves. Dark finger-less gloves and black cargo pants with roll down boots. He smirked once seeing me and adjusted his jaw. Suddenly, my instincts told me to stay away.

"So...heh, you're the new doctor" his rough cracked voice almost sneered.

I gazed at him blankly. "Hai."

He stumbled a little, hissing out in pain before opening his eye to study me. His eyes looked up and down. I didn't like the way he was staring or analyzing me. It made me quiver and feel a tad violated. He must have noticed because he gave out a small sinister laugh making me wince inwardly.

"It seems like you're afraid of me. What a change from the last doctor" he smirked.

I said nothing. Instead I glanced down at his wounds and decided to do my job and leave as fast as I could. Grabbing my briefcase I got out cotton wool, water, antiseptic and dressing.

"Please sit down" I whispered quietly.

I heard him grunt, no doubt he was smirking. I turned to face him, seeing him leaning back on his hands for support and watching me with those sea blue eyes. I bit the inside of my cheek and took a silent breath before kneeling down and focusing on my materials. As intimidating as this was I did my duty. I cleaned his small cuts and applied cream on his bruises, avoiding touching his skin as much as possible. He hissed when I reached his upper arm, I paused for a moment to glance at him who was strangely grinning at me. I continued and moved my gaze. I really didn't want to go near his face but I thought I'd do it quickly. Besides, what could he do? I was under the protection of my father. Or so I liked to believe. Demo, as much as otou-san favoured me being his only heir, his caring levels for me as father and daughter were not very good. We were never like a normal family. Okaa-san left when she and otou-san had a fight. He had agreed on her departure and she left without hesitation. Otou-san objected to me being in her custody and strangely, she agreed, believing I had the best bet and life provisions from my father. I had no say. I didn't know what to do. I preferred okaa-san, she was gentle and loving, nothing like otou-san. I daren't say this though.

I snapped back into reality as I quickly wiped away the blood from his lip. That should be fine. I began to move my hand away urgently but was stopped when his own hand grabbed my wrist, not tightly like Tala but still firm. He smirked at me as I felt nervous, hiding away as much as emotion as possible. He yanked onto my hand, brushing it across his lip and I felt his cold skin prick my skin. It was like touching splinters.

I wanted to move my hand but I was too afraid. My fingers still holding the cotton wool with antiseptic was dragged across his face to his jaw. His hand still held my wrist.

"It hurts...here too" he breathed out with an evil smile, narrowing his eyes.

Was he toying with me? I dabbed at his bruise where he implied and froze again. He shook his head gently but released the grip on my wrist. However he didn't remove his touch. Instead his fingers trailed up my bare arm. I had worn a short sleeved dress shirt today so most of my arm was bare. I felt myself shiver at his touch...and afraid. He was still smiling, half-heartedly. His long fingers stroked my arm, I could feel goose bumps rise. I flinched back, away from his touch, furrowing my eyebrows at him.

He chuckled inwardly. "You're so...beautiful."

I shivered but took no notice. I packed away the materials and stood up. When I was about to leave I felt myself gasp as he grabbed my hand and turned me around forcefully. His face was now up close to mine, our noses nearly touching, and our chests an inch away from contact. I bared my teeth, trying to pull away. I stopped knowing it was useless as I didn't have the strength even with him in his condition, and blankly stared into his smirking face.

"I don't think this is acceptable" I whispered with a low hiss.

"Hn, you don't seem to be complaining" he retorted, inching closer towards my face. "Besides, Juliette Sakurai, we haven't got fully acquainted yet. I'm Demetri."

I yanked my hand back and retreated. I flounced round, my rose pink hair swayed over my shoulder as I left the cell, heading for the next, praying they wouldn't be anything like Demetri. Ironic, he had such a dark and demise name. Like his personality.

Thankfully, I hadn't a repeat of the Demetri episode with the other bladers. As usual, most refused my hospitality so I moved on. Tired I returned to the infirmary. It had just turned 10:15pm and I was sleepy. I put away my briefcase when I heard the infirmary door open and close. I jerked round to see Juan, with a feared expression on his face. My stomach dropped at once. He half ran across the room, arms open as he wrapped himself around my waist and pressed up close against me.

"Juan?" I worried. What had him so afraid?

He was whimpering softly. "Juliette, he's coming for me. He's going to take me away."

I returned his embrace and held him protectively. "Who? Who is coming?"

He was silent; all I heard was his heavy breathing.

"Boris's guard. He will send me to the dungeons for not returning to practice today."

I froze. This was partly my fault. I stroked the top of his head and pulled back, placing both my hands on his cheeks and cupped his face. I gazed down at him intently.

"Listen Juan, don't be afraid. I promise I won't let anything happen to you." I assured.

His amber coloured orbs seemed to relax and I noticed his cheeks flush a shade of red. His hand reached over mine and gave it a squeeze. At that moment the infirmary door opened again and I stood in front of Juan who swallowed and froze in his place. The dark dressed guard stood silent at the doorway.

"Miss Sakurai, why are you still here?" His cold voice called out.

"I just finished my routine and gave Juan a final check up. What seems to be the problem?" I calmly replied. The guard stayed silent and I could tell he was glaring at me, even under the shadows of his cloaked hood.

"The boy must come with me."

I narrowed my eyes, feeling Juan tense behind me.

"To where?"

"That is none of your concern."

I grimaced.

"It is procedure as part of my job here at the abbey. I had prescribed him to stay off the past 2 days and have discharged him just now. Under my orders he will not be taken anywhere but to his room" I confidently replied.

There was silence. I could see the guard hesitate before replying.

"As you wish, Miss Sakurai."

I heard a breath of relief behind me and felt a weight lift off my shoulders. Juan was going to be fine. I turned to him who gazed at me with gratitude projecting in his eyes.

"You may return to your dorm Juan. You have normal routine starting tomorrow."

He nodded and walked past just after the guard left the infirmary silently. I sighed watching Juan leave, a smile on his lips as he gave me one last glance.

That same night I heard the familiar noises of breakage. Was Tala awake again? Or perhaps it was someone else. Maybe Ian. I was wearing grey cotton shorts and a white tank top. It was rather chilly so I slipped on my long white arm warmers and slid on my winter boots before walking out of my dorm following the noise.

The walls echoed and I could hear the sharp movements of a blade. So there was only 1 person. Hopefully I don't get caught, who knows what punishment it would be to be up after hours, even as the doctor for the abbey. Unless you had consent, which I didn't have, or in an emergency.

I reached the same familiar stone pillar room. Only, the larger pillars were still there, a white blade speedily moved across the room. My footsteps were light so I didn't alarm the person blading at this late hour. My eyes glanced up to see red hair. Tala.
At once I felt myself shiver and my mind screamed for me to go back. But I didn't. My body seemed to have a mind of its own and sunk my feet into the ground of where I stood. I watched him, content focus on his blade, frustration sprawled across his face as he grit his teeth together. So Boris really had affected him.

I swallowed. He winced, clutching his arm. My eyes caught the dressing coming undone and some blood seeping through. Nothing major or big. He looked like he was growling. His blade viciously moved across the pillars. He was still unaware of my presence. I took this chance to return and grab a fresh dressing from my room and speedily walked back. I don't know why, but I found myself wanting to gain his trust. To make him see I'm not the person he claims I am. For a minute I thought he was gone, the sound of blading wasn't anywhere but then I saw him sitting on the bench, still clutching his arm. His head faced down, vulnerable and eyes closed. His injured arm held his blade tight. I took a deep breath, stepping into view.

At once his head snapped up and he narrowed his eyes. There was no visible anger, just one cold emotionless glare. His icy blue eyes entrapped me as we continued staring at each other in silence. I walked forward slowly, clutching the dressing in my hand and sat on the bench opposite side of him so we were face to face but with a fair amount of distance between us.

He glared. Said nothing but moved back and removed his grip from his injured arm, revealing the dressing coming undone. I reached forward slowly and took a gentle hold under his arm around his elbow.
He flinched back, about to drag his arm back in protest and say something in anger when I spoke.

"Please..." I whispered, blankly looking into his raging icy eyes.

His eyes continued glaring; his teeth I could see were clamped together tightly. My fingers took hold of his arm; his jacket was still unzipped to leave his injured arm out. Good. Saves one argument. I gently pulled his arm onto my knee's feeling his bare cold skin touch my own. I felt him shake, as if he was about to yank his arm back, but he didn't. His skin felt like ice itself.

I could feel him watching me as I focused on the dressing. Removing the old, making sure the gauze was still intact and replacing it with a new one and wrapped the clean dressing around and used a stronger knot to tie it instead of tape. A little pressure should keep the blood in. In silence we sat there as I worked and he watched. I was done. I ran my fingers slowly across the bandage, feeling for any fresh blood seeping through. There was none thankfully. Before I could touch his arm again he jerked it back and stood up, sliding his arm through his sleeve again and zipped and up his jacket. I followed him with my eyes, his back to me.

I wanted to say something. But what?

"Tala?"

He stood still and didn't reply. Expected.

"Do yo-"

"If you want to remain uninjured then I suggest you go back to your dorm before I react" he coldly cut in.

I sucked in a breath, wincing slightly at his choice of words. Demo, I stood up, not wanting to amplify his rage any longer. Silently, I gave him one last look as he walked off in the opposite direction before I too, headed back to bed.

I awoke to hear thunder and heavy rainfall outside. I guess today was going to be miserable weather, still, I did like the rain too. The sound of raindrops on the window was like music to my ears. Okaa-san would always sing to me when it rained when I was a child. My eyes winced, checking the clock. It was 6:47am. I started my duties at 7. I quickly grabbed my towel and headed to have a shower. Once I was cleaned and dried I put on a elbow sleeved red dress shirt with a black slim tie, another black waistcoat buttoned and a red and black checkered pleated skirt. Black socks and my boots. My hair as usual, spread out across my back and my bangs in their place across my eyes. I grabbed an apple and some toast from small kitchen where meals were usually cooked and collected my lunch before heading to the infirmary with my briefcase.

Until 11am I was pretty much bored. Although there were punishments today, none required medical attention. I noticed more bladers giving me second glances, confused or wary. I received more attention than usual and I wasn't even acting on my job today. Morning training sessions were over and I had spotted Demetri among the level 4 group. He daren't talk to me or give me the eye in the training room. I had seen the way he bladed. It was vengeful and full of fire. Like a viper attacking its prey. No sign of Boris's elite team the Demolition Boys. I had found out the name when hearing one of the other boys mutter about Tala and Bryan who apparently had a match coming up against another team. Something wasn't right either.

During lunch I had stayed inside the infirmary, wondering how Juan was getting on. His fever was quite worrying I hope he had enough rest. Strangely, I had by 2 visitors today who willingly came to the infirmary and revealed their wounds that needed tending. Although not anything major it did give me some hope and happy feelings to know a little trust was gained.

So, maybe Tala does have a tiny bit of slow building trust for Juliette and it seems people are beginning to warm up to her :D Yes, Demetri is a jerk, a creepy jerk, I know :P

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Looks like next chapter we shall be discovering more behind the mystery of why everyone seems to distrust Juliette and some more of my favorite scenes!

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