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Chapter Four: Talking To A Fragile Butterfly

The first thing I'm going to do when I see her is ask her for her name.

"Kyaa!" I quickly sat up in my bed, panting heavily. I had another nightmare. It had to be the fourth one I'd had on the same subject; the Kimera Anima and Kisshu.

It was strange that I'd been feeling so worried about that battle which was won by us easily. I didn't know why I was so wound up by it.

"Sakura-chan, why do you keep screaming?" I turned my head to see my mother wrapping a dressing gown around herself as she entered my room. I switched my bedside lamp on. "Is your stomach hurting?"

I looked down at my stomach. "Yeah, a bit." I lied. It didn't hurt as much now. It's strange actually, because you would imagine a stab wound to hurt for a while, even I was confused when I woke up from that nightmare without pain.

"I'll change your gauze. It's quarter to anyway." My mother left the room before I could retaliate. I looked at the alarm clock, which read 6:46, before rolling up my pyjama top so I could see my bandage. It was stained with my blood from last night.

For some reason, I wanted to touch my wound, but it was on my back, so that made it slightly harder for me. I rolled over so I was lay on my stomach as my mother walked into the room.

"Sit up, Sakura-chan." She ordered.

I sat up with my back to her and she began to tug at the gauze.

"Onee-sama!"

"Lini-chan! Go get dressed!" My mother shouted at my little sister as she skipped into my room.

"But I wanted to see Sakura-chan's boo-boo!" Lini cried.

"Lini-bozu, you're really weird." I smiled as she walked over to me. A huge smile was spread across her face, she looked like she was up to something.

"Onee-sama…" She sang, rocking on her heels. I looked at her as she took a deep breath. "When you die, can I have your room?" She began to giggle uncontrollably.

I fumed as I grabbed the nearest pillow and chucked it at her. "Lini, get lost!"

She ran out of my room while she continued to giggle.

"Sakura-chan. You shouldn't talk to your younger sister like that." My mother scolded.

"Why do you always take her side? I'm the innocent one here and she's asking me for my room?" I felt my mother remove the old gauze from around my stomach. I winced at her touch. "She's a little brat, honestly."

"Now, Sakura. You were once her age. You can't have a go at her for being six." My mother roughly began to wrap the fresh gauze around my wound. "That's like her saying 'I hate you 'cause you're 14.' and-"

I cut her off. "I get it. She's young so I shouldn't shout at her." I saw my mother smile at my comment. "I'll just hit her instead." The smile turned into a stern look. "I'm kidding."

"Good." She began to fasten the gauze together with some tape. "Now, I'm gonna drop Lini off at her uncle's because I need to get to work early." She stood up and picked up the old gauze.

"I can't believe you still trust him with Lini after what nearly happened to me." I mumbled.

My mother ignored what I had said, maybe because she hadn't heard it. "Stay in the house. There's some ramen downstairs if you get hungry or you can have some soup. Don't answer the door to anybody."

"I won't." I smiled.

My mother kissed my forehead lightly. "I'll be back at five." She smiled as she walked out of my room.

"Sayonara!" I yelled as I heard her descend the stairs.

I fell back onto my bed with a smile. My stomach wasn't hurting in any way so I could do things more easily. I stood up and shuffled over to my window. I yawned silently as I drew open my curtains, letting the sun light up my red room.

I could hear my mother and Lini argue downstairs. I snickered as I turned off my lamp and sat back down on my bed.

What can I do today?, I thought as I looked around my room. It was slightly messy, with a few CD's scattered on my desk and some pieces of paper in a corner on the floor from when Lini was colouring in my room on Sunday. I remembered shouting at her to tidy up the crayons she had left out in my room, causing the innocent devil to cry to my mother. She's such a brat at times.

I heard the front door slam shut. I was desperate to laugh, but I didn't want to. I didn't even know what I wanted to laugh at. Was it because Lini got in to trouble? Or was it because I remembered Lini getting me into trouble? Either way, I wanted to laugh over Lini. I'm such a mean sister.

I tucked a few strands of my pink hair out of my face and grimaced at the way it felt. It was all greasy and sticky. I scowled, not thinking to take a shower before I let my mother replace the gauze. I didn't know how to dress my wounds. I didn't even know we had gauze in the house, meaning i didn't know where my mother kept the idiotic thing. I stood up, again, and dragged myself out of my room.

"I think I'll just dip my head over the side of the bath." I decided as I grabbed the shower head. I wrapped a towel around my shoulders so I wouldn't get my pyjama top wet and turned the shower on.

I waited as I made sure that the water coming out of the shower head was a reasonable temperature. I hated it being too cold or too hot. I liked it warm enough to tickle my skin as it made contact with it. I dipped my head over the side of the bath and sprayed the water over me, letting it soak my hair. I ran my fingers through my hair so more areas got raided with water. When it was dripping, I grabbed my shampoo and lathered it into my hair.

Many questions were in my head at that moment in time. Most of the questions were based on yesterday's events. The most frequent questions were 'Why was I doing what I was doing yesterday?', 'Why did Ichigo take me to the café in the first place?' and 'Why am I a Mew Mew?'. That last one was one was the most difficult to answer.

Why me? Why am I a flaming Mew Mew? I'm not special, I'm far from special. I'm suppose to be a normal teenager like everyone else. I'm suppose to focus on two things in life; to get a good education and to meet a man who will look after me. I shouldn't be fighting aliens. It's not in my nature to fight. I was always bad at Martial Arts.

I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair and turned the shower off. I couldn't be bothered with using conditioner, it's not like I was going anywhere to want soft and shiny hair. I placed the shower head back where I'd got it from and left the bathroom, drying my hair with the towel that was around my shoulders.

"What can I do today?" I asked myself as I opened the door to my room. I got a shock when I entered; someone was in my room. "Kyaa!"

"Hi butterfly."

The questions came again. Why was Kisshu in my room? Why did he call me butterfly? What was he doing in my room? How did he get in my room?

I froze as he slowly approached me. I couldn't scream because nobody would hear me, I couldn't run out of the house because I was in my pyjamas and I didn't know any more options on what I could do.

"What are you doing in my room?" I asked slowly.

"I just came to visit you, to see if you were okay." Kisshu answered casually as he sat on the edge of my bed.

"Well, as you can see, I am okay, so you can go."

"What if I don't wanna go?" He teased.

"What if I call the police?" I retorted.

"But what if I grab the phone before you do?" Was he testing my patience?

I hesitated for a moment, I knew that he was faster than me. I was definitely no match for him. I sighed with defeat. No matter what I said, I was sure that he wouldn't leave. "Well?"

"Well what?" I think I'd startled Kisshu.

"Aren't you going to ask if I'm okay?" I asked as I continued to dry my hair with the towel.

"Are you okay?" He asked slowly.

"Yes I am, thank you. Apart from the fact that you stabbed me!" I screamed louder than I'd intended to. It was a good job that no one was in the house, otherwise they would think I was loony.

"Well, I came to apologize for that." Kisshu looked away from me and scanned my room with his golden eyes.

"Apologize?" I choked. "How do apologize to someone after stabbing them?" I was livid. If he thought that he was going to get off lightly, he had thought wrong.

"I can think of a few ways." Kisshu grinned.

"A few ways?" I repeated. A part of me wanted to know what he meant, and the other part of me wanted to ignore him and smack him numerous times across that pale face of his.

"I'll have to show you those ways soon." Kisshu stood up and walked towards me.

"It depends what those ways are." I muttered as I folded my arms and looked to the side of me.

"Like I said…" Kisshu cupped my chin into his hands, meaning I had to look at him. "…I'll have to show you what they are."

Kisshu leaned in and quickly kissed me on the lips. My eyes widened out of confusion. That was his apology? I looked into his eyes as he pulled away with a smirk on his lips. I was stunned at the kiss, but riled by the way he 'apologized'.

With every intention, I slapped him hard across the face. He stumbled backwards in shock, giving me a confused look.

"What was that for?"

"That was your apology?! A kiss?!" I was truly vexed. The nerve of the male species, thinking they can butter us up with hugs and kisses which, most of the time, meant nothing to them.

A red hand printed on his face where I slapped him. My hand tingled slightly, but it didn't hurt me, it tickled more than anything.

"So you would of forgave me if I just said 'Oh, sorry for stabbing you. I'll try not to next time.'?"

"If you'd meant it, then yes!" I shouted, causing Kisshu to look down ashamed.

"I'm sorry." He spoke softly.

"For what? Stabbing me or kissing me?"

He looked up. "Both."

I smiled at his new apology. "I accept your apology, but on only one condition." Kisshu looked intently at me, wanting me to continue. "Don't kiss me again."

"Why not?" He pouted. "I like your lips, they're soft."

I flushed. "Say that again and I'll slap you harder."

"As long as it's not on my face I don't care." He smirked. I knew what he meant by that.

Infuriated, I slapped his face again. "Lech!"

"Ouch!" Kisshu rubbed his red cheek. "Would you stop hitting me?"

"Well would you stop hitting on me?!" I retorted.

Kisshu scowled. "Fine."

I wasn't sure if Kisshu promised that he would stop. If he did, I was sure that it was one promise that he would fail to keep. "Good. Now go."

"Why?"

"Because I have a day off school and I don't want to ruin it by wasting my day on you. I have things I need to do and I can't do them when you're here bothering me!"

Kisshu sighed, defeated. "Fine. Oh, before i go, what's your name?"

"Sakura." I answered slowly. He kissed me, yet he didn't know my name. So that's why he called me 'Butterfly'.

After I'd answered, he teleported away.

I sighed as I lay down on my bed, somewhat exhausted. All I had done was wash my hair and slap Kisshu twice, and already I wanted sleep. I stood back up, ordering myself not to give in to by cosy, comfy bed. I was tempted to sleep, but that was being lazy. I decided to do some house work, to make my mother happy when she returns home from work.

I had done a lot in eight hours. I had cleaned up the living room for my mother, I tidied Lini's room, I had washed and dried the dirty clothes, cleaned the kitchen and I had cleaned my own room, amazed that I hadn't given in to my bed's pleas to sleep on it. It was all tiring, but it was worth it. I was pleased with the result, I could actually see Lini's peach carpet floor when I stepped into her room to put her clothes into her wardrobe.

I started to get hungry, I hadn't eaten since lunch time yesterday. I tiredly walked to the kitchen so I could make myself something to eat, but as soon as I'd stepped into the kitchen, the phone rang. Scowling, I walked into the living room and picked up the phone.

"Mushi mushi?" I tried ever so hard to fake a happy voice.

"Sakura-chan, it's me, Ichigo."

"Ichigo-chan. Konnichiwa!" I didn't need to fake my happy voice anymore.

"Are you feeling any better?" She asked me.

"Yep, my stomach isn't hurting at all." I said with relief.

"That's good. Hey, is it ok if we stop by at yours for a bit? It must be boring having to stay at home on your own." Ichigo giggled.

"Sure, but who's 'we'?" I asked.

"Oh, just me and the other Mew Mews." Ichigo answered.

"Well that's okay." I smiled, and I'm sure Ichigo did too.

"Okay, well I'll see you in about thirty minutes." Ichigo shouted before she hung up the phone.

I was glad that I'd tidied the house, letting the Mew Mews see my house while it was a mess was something I didn't want to do. I continued my mission to make something to eat. There wasn't a lot on offer for me, but I would've settled for anything. I decided to make my meal plain and simple, and nothing was more plain and simple than a cheese sandwich.

I waited for Ichigo and the others to arrive. For some reason, I was getting impatient because it had been forty minutes since Ichigo phoned me, and she had said that they would be at my house in thirty. At long last, the bell rang. I excitedly ran to the door and yanked it open, only to see two police officers.

"Can I help you?"

"Are you Sakura Yamaki?" The tallest officer asked. He looked like he was in his late thirties and had black hair with a few streaks of grey. I nodded at his question. What were the police doing here?

"At 8:34 this morning, your mother was involved in a car crash with a lorry. Her legs were crushed and she had internal bleeding in her abdomen. The doctors tried to save her, but due to her loss of blood, she died in the resuscitation fifty minutes ago." The female explained, staring at me sympathetically. "We are very sorry."

I couldn't believe what they were saying. I didn't want to believe it. I wouldn't let myself believe it. Mother was dead?!

YangWoof: I think i went overboard with the ending. I just wanted Sakura to have something tragic happen in her life, so i decided to kill her mother. I was going to kill Lini, but i didn't want her to leave the story so soon, she's going to have a good role in this story so i hope you like the innocent devil.

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