Love
Chapter II: Meet the savior
She felt safe, protected and warm. A lot warmer than her skimpy uniform top.
She cracked an eye open, shutting it as fast as possible due to the bright sunlight. Only to open her eyes after preparing for it, she noticed that she was being carried piggy back stile, keeping her head in the same position as before as to not allow to alert her carrier.
As a fresh breeze passed by as if to reassure her that everything was alright, suddenly her eye lids began dropping as the events before caught up to her, but not before she saw a long dirty-blonde braided trailing down in front of her face with a few wisps out of place.
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"-uno, Sakuno please wake up!" a voice cried desperately at the young girl who was occupying the bed at the infirmary, but alas the cry went unheard as Sumire Ryuzaki grasped her granddaughters hand tenderly, and sat down to wait the return of Sakuno´s heroe .
´It so dark, so cold.´
That was the only thought that ran through Sakuno´s head.
´Where am I´
No one gave her an answer.
"Sakuno, Sakuno please wake up!"
´Whose there.´
Sakuno could have sworn that she had heard that voice before, but where? The words replayed in her head.
"Sakuno, Sakuno please wake up!"
She now who the voice belonged to, her dear Obaa-san.
She looked around not seeing anything but darkness, checking on her left she caught a bright light much like a flashlight shining in the dark, feeling comforted by it, she walked hesitantly but surly towards it.
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Sumire looked at the girl that saved her granddaughter. She had introduced herself as Fuji Isabella, cousin to Fuji Syusuke.
She had to admit to herself the girl was stunningly beautiful for such a young age, her long dirty-blonde hair was pulled into a loosely tied braid that ended at her lower back (she could only image what it would look like untied), she like her cousin had the same delicate looking body (and skin tone), the same little sadistic smile on her face and the seemingly closed eyes (although hers was a bit different, more calming and reassuring, like nothing could go wrong), she had yet to figure out what color her eyes where.
´Quite a mystery´.
Long bangs covered her forehead and the sides of her face
Her body was a perfect hourglass figure, and Sumire couldn't help to feel a bit jealously towards her, she never had a figure like hers, and she could already see the heads turn.
She whore a pair of army patterned baggy pants that were tight to begin with on her butt and hips and gradually got looser the farther down her legs and coming to drag a bit on the floor, she sported a pair of rebok tennis shoes that peeked out under her baggy pants.
Her shirt, well actually Sakuno was wearing it, considering that her shirt was ripped beyond repair, and they couldn't find a spare uniform, thus she was only wearing her black sports bra. On each of her wrists she had black wristbands.
Giving Sumire a good look at her toned stomach abs and arms gave her a good idea that the girl worked out. But also showed her the bruises on her stomach, right shoulder and neck (where it looked like someone tried to choke her) that where turning to a sickly green and purple (she asked who gave them but she only said: "It's not important, what's important right now is Sakuno). Witch made her wonder what she did to save her grandchild.
Wright now she was sitting on the carpeted floor Indian stile, arms crossed, smile still present but giving off a comforting and protective aura, while keeping her head towards the bed that Sakuno was laying in. Next to her was a large tennis bag, big enough to hold at least three tennis rackets.
Sumire sighed, before she too turned head to look towards the lump on the bed.
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She groaned.
Her body ached.
"Ne why does-"
"Sakuno you're awake." Sumire cried out. She was so worried.
"Ohayo, obaa-san" her voice sounded weak and hoarse from the lack water, witch was passed to her in a plastic cup by Isabella (who she still didn't notice yet). She gulped it down greedily, tasting the fresh waster as it ran down her throat.
"I was so worried Sakuno, I knew I shouldn't have left you." it was all her fault, if she wasn't so worried that she was going to be late to the meeting none of this would have happened.
"Its okay obaa-san, I'm fine, I shouldn't have taken the short cut through the park."
"Sakuno, I want you to meet someone." Curiosity was etched on Sakuno´s face as she turned to look at Isabella noticing her for the first time.
"Sakuno this is the girl that brought you here."
