Please excuse the extreme OOCness of the characters! Okay, that's all. I hope ya'll enjoy!
Kurosaki and I kept driving until the sun began to set, when he stopped at one of the nearest hotels and rented us a room for the night. I could tell that he was tired, what with the slight bags under his eyes, and there was no telling how much sleep he had gotten in the past few days, as I wasn't with him. Also, my need for medical attention was another thing preventing him from continuing to drive through the night.
Our room was simple, with a large bed taking up most of the space in the room, two bedside tables, a sliding door leading to a small closet, and a regular door leading to a bathroom. The corner of the room held a table with two chairs, and a single window allowed us the view of a painting like sunset, the yellows, blues, pinks, and purples all blending together and balancing each other out.
As soon as I entered the room, I heaved a sigh, letting my bag slide off of my shoulder and down my arm as I sat down on the bed. I longed to lie down on my back and simply let the exhaustion that came with the day's events drag me down into sleep, but I couldn't, as the red blood on the back of my head would most likely stain the brown bed comforter.
Feeling a slight itch on the back of my head, I lifted up a hand to scratch it, then thought better of it and put it back down again. Kurosaki, who had been watching my movements with a sad face, asked, "Does it still hurt?"
"Um, not really. At least, not compared to how it felt before." I said, as he came to stand in front of me. "I'm so stupid, huh? When I was running I totally forgot about my head. I'm such a-" I didn't finish, as then Kurosaki's knees gave out, causing him to kneel in front of me. His head was bowed over so that he was facing my lap, and his hands formed fists on either side of my hips. "Um, K-kurosaki?" I asked, slightly taken aback by his actions.
"It's all my fault." He said, shocking me even more. "I'm so, so sorry Teru. It's my fault that bad people are after you, that bad people are trying to kill you. I guess some things never change." He let out a small laugh, free of any and all humor, and I would be lying if I said that it didn't scare me a bit.
"K-kurosaki, what are you talking about?"
"Do you remember when I left to find and destroy the "Jack Frost" program?" He asked, being patient with me for once as he told his story. "Well, I made quite a few enemies while I was gone, and I think some of them finally got a hold of some of my information. They want revenge, and to get to me, they're coming after you. I'm really sorry Teru, if I had known that this was going to happen, then I would have-"
"Shh." I cut him off, taking my turn to comfort him as I reached a hand up and tangled it into his blond locks. I gently pulled on a few of them in the back in attempt to get him to raise his head, that way I could look into his deep, blue irises. When he didn't, I settled on just stroking his surprisingly soft tendrils of blond hair. "It's not your fault. There's no way that you could have known that this was going to happen, so how could you have prevented it?" He shook his head, stubborn as always.
I sighed, then decided to try a different approach. "Kurosaki, my head hurts." I said in a voice that made it seem like I was pouting. "I need to wash the blood out of my hair before I can treat it, and I'm afraid that because I can't see the wound I'll end up hurting myself. Do you think you could help me?"
As Kurosaki turned his head up to glare at me, if I really looked, I could see in his eyes that he wanted to. So, though he tried his best to cover it up, I knew that if I pushed him enough, his hormones would get the best of him. Because of that, I put on the best pout face that I could manage, and began to tug at his hair more than stroke it.
"Please? It really hurts." I begged, going against what I had said earlier. He let out a sigh, then unclenched one of his fists so that he could take my hand and lead me into the bathroom.
I tried my best to adjust the water to the right temperature as Kurosaki began running his hands along me, pulling off my clothes with them. I tried to tell him that I could do it by myself, but he insisted that it was always faster when he did it.
Once we were in the shower, I let the hot water beat against the top of my head, then trickle down the back, washing away the dried blood. Kurosaki, who was standing facing me, watched the blue tiled floor as watered down blood ran from where I was standing and into the drain as if he was in a daze. Having had enough of his forlorn expression, I placed my hands on the back of his neck and pulled him down to my level so that I could press my soft lips on his own. He stood frozen for a moment, as if hesitating, before he began moving his lips with mine, taking control of the kiss as he almost always did.
Not long after we started kissing, Kurosaki abruptly broke away from me. I made a small sound of protest, before his lips began trailing their way along my jaw, quickly melting away any small amount of anger that I had. His arms locked themselves around my waist, pressing my body against his.
I nearly stumbled when he took a step back, and then another so that his back was pressed against the wall, the cold coming from the previously untouched tile causing a small shiver to run through him.
So as the mirrors in the bathroom became covered in steam, as Kurosaki traced his tongue along my bottom lip, and as lust began to gradually overtake us, our troubles dropped one by one from our minds, and the outside world became something somewhat nonexistent to us. At least, if only for the night.
It was after our shower that I sat in between Kurosaki's legs on the white bathroom floor, said man parting my hair in different ways in the back as he searched for my wound. Eventually he must have found what he was looking for, because he let out a relieved sigh. "Thank god." He breathed, almost in my ear due to our close proximity.
"What?" I asked, my curiosity causing me to be more impatient than usual as it peaked.
"The wound isn't that big, in fact, it's already stopped bleeding. I don't think I'll have to bandage you up or anything. What exactly happened to you anyways?" He said, his voice saturated with relief.
"Oh, well, when the bomb went off in my apartment, I was in the elevator. It started shaking, and I hit my head against the wall." I expected his to laugh at my blunder, or at least make fun of me, but only half of my preposition came true.
His arms locked around me in an unbreakable grip as he held me against him, his head buried in the crook of my neck. "Stupid." He murmured, his breath tickling my sensitive skin and sending shivers down my spine. "You're such a klutz, I swear, do I have to watch over you every second of every day?"
"Whatever. Go bald." I mumbled halfheartedly, only saying the words out of reflex. I stood up then, and left to search my bag for something to wear to bed.
Just as I realized that I hadn't packed anything suitable for the night time, something limp and soft landed on my head from across the room. "If you don't have anything, you can just wear that." Kurosaki said as I reached up to pull one of his tee-shirts off from on top of me.
"Um, thanks." I slipped on the shirt, the neckline almost immediately sliding halfway off my right shoulder. The article of clothing fit me almost like a dress, going down only a few inches short of my mid-thigh. It was a plain grey color, with nothing more than some university name written on it in purple. It wasn't much, but at least it was more than what Kurosaki was wearing, which was no more than just a pair of boxers. Though, at the time, I was too tired to care.
My partner was already under the covers when I climbed into bed, and it didn't take long for me to succumb to sleep after curling up against him, getting the rest that I would need greatly for the day ahead of me.
It was around seven in the morning when Kurosaki woke me up the next day, and it was clear to me that he was on edge as we got ready to leave. When I asked him about it, he said that, not only had we stayed at the hotel for far too long, but he also had the feeling that something bad was about to happen.
It turned out the Kurosaki's pre-notion was right. It happened when I was sitting on the bed, about to get up and follow my boyfriend who, at the time, was leaning with his back against the open hallway door. He held his bag in one hand, and was stretching out the other for me to take, when a loud crash sounded behind me, and a small object, no bigger than Kurosaki's fist, landed on the floor beside me. Smoke flooded from the small contraption, and began to quickly fill the room. I had just enough time to grab my small bag before Kurosaki had my hand and was pulling me out the door.
As we were only one story up, we used the stairs to get to the bottom floor, and then out the door. As soon as we got to the car, I was ordered to get in as Kurosaki took care of the bags, and then we were off, speeding 70 miles per hour towards our next destination.
Almost as soon as we had gotten on the main highway, Kurosaki had called someone on the phone, motioning for me to be quiet as if I was some kind of child.
"Hey, Takizawa?" I heard as I stared out the window, that being the only side of the conversation that I could hear. "Yea, it's me. Listen, we're on our way, but we're gonna be a bit earlier than expected…Yea, we got attacked again…Don't worry, I'll handle it." He finished, before hanging up.
"What was that about?" I asked, hoping to get a hint about where we were going.
"I'll tell you about it later." He said, stalling no doubt.
I moved on to the next best question. "How come we're gonna get, where ever it is we're going, earlier than expected?"
"Because we're not going to stop." My expression must have been something unusual, because he hurried to explain. "It's clearly too dangerous to stay at any place for too long, so we won't be stopping at any hotels."
With that explained, I prepared myself for what looked to be a long car ride with Kurosaki.
Okay, I'm becoming extremely tempted to ask my boyfriend to explain weapons to me, because I know next to nothing, but I'm worried about starting something that I won't want to finish XP oh well, I'll just do my best.
So, I bet you guys weren't expecting that bit of smut huh? Good, because I kind of surprised myself a little too in writing it. :/ They are two years older now than they are in the book, and I figure with Teru, sex is probably something that she'd be really embarrassed about until she actually started doing it, but then she also is with Kurosaki, so with anyone else she'd probably start freaking out again. Anyways, there won't be any lemons in this story, so sorry for anyone who wanted any, but there might be one of two other almost lemons. I don't really know yet.
Oh well, thumbs up to you guys if you read all my ramblings (and if you even read this story, I greatly appreciate it) and I'll see you guys next chapter. d=(^o^)=b