"What is your relationship to her again?" The nurse asked with a frown.

"Boyfriend." Hiten lied, answering the question for the tenth time.

"Right…she's settled…the doctor will tell you what was wrong with her in a few minutes." He nodded and began pacing the hall again. "You can go inside now…" He nodded and frowned when he walked inside.

She was on her back on the hospital bed with machines attached to her arms. He pulled a chair beside her and sat. He gently held her hand and pressed his lips against it.

"Hi, I'm Kenshin." The doctor greeted. "And this is…Masumi…" His voice trailed off as he read the chart.

Hiten shook his hand but never left her side.

"Uh…does she live with you?" Hiten nodded yes. "Apparently…she hasn't been eating. Did you know this?"

"No." Hiten lied.

"Well…it appears she hasn't eaten in days…I'd say around a week." He frowned.

"When will she wake up?" Hiten demanded.

"Well…it depends. You see, her body is weak and it even if she does wake up, who knows if we'll be able to send her home." He frowned when he saw Hiten's hurt expression.

"Listen to me; I want her home as soon as possible." He sent a glare so terrifying the doctor nearly jumped out of his skin.

"S-So do we, sir, but…"

"No buts, when she wakes up, she's coming home!" He jumped from his chair.

"Please, calm down, we understand it's important and will do all that we…" He stopped when Masumi stirred.

"Get out." Hiten pointed to the door.

"Excuse me?"

"I need to talk to her…" He explained in a calm tone. The doctor nodded and walked out. Hiten sat back beside her.

"Ban…" She murmured.

"No." He cut her off, not wanting to here that bastard's name. Her eyes snapped open and she crawled as far away as she could on the hospital bed. "Sh…" He gave her a sympathetic look when he saw how terrified she was.

"Wh-Where…"

"You passed out…I brought you here…we're in the hospital." He explained and tears streamed down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry…p-please don't be angry…I didn't mean it…" She whimpered and he placed his hand over hers.

"I'm sorry…" He whispered and she tried to calm down her shaky breaths.

"Wh-what d-do you mean?"

"I let it go to far…and you should hate me…I don't know why I expected otherwise." He frowned.

"You aren't angry? You won't hurt me?" She whispered.

"No…" He pulled her bangs back and gently kissed her forehead.

"I'm sorry…" She repeated and he frowned. He was so determined to break her and now that he did…he felt guilt.

"Are you…" The doctor walked in. "Are you ready for tests?" He asked.

"She's fine…she's awake and she's hungry." He glared.

"But…"

"Give me the bill."

"Sir."

"Give me the fucking bill!" He stood up again.

-

She sat beside him and ate her salad at a slow pace.

"Do you want more? Are you thirsty? Do you not like it?" He asked as she ate her meal silently, sitting up in her bed. She smiled faintly and nodded.

"It's fine." She assured and he nodded. He sat beside her silently.

"They said you shouldn't eat too much right away so…"

"Hiten…it's alright." She looked to him and he nodded.

"You can stay in my room if you want…there's TV and stuff…and the bed is nicer…" He offered.

"No…" She whispered. He extended her arm to touch her shoulder and she instinctively flinched and crawled away.

"Don't please…j-just…leave." She stammered.

"Do you want me to?" He asked and she stared, confused.

"Yes." She answered and he frowned. He crawled off the bed and left the room, the door was wide open.

-

"Finally going home?" Suikotsu smiled as he prepared to leave work.

"Yeah…talk about stressful. This bastard insisted that my patient leave. Since he was the only one here and she was alright after a few tests…I needed to let her go…" He frowned.

"Oh yeah? Who was the patient?"

"Hm…Masuki…Masuri…Masumi, that was it. Shichinitai." Suikotsu froze.

"Masumi?" He whispered.

"Yes, you know her?" Kenshin cocked his head.

"Sh…who was with her?"

"The young man was Hiten I believe…" He watched Suikotsu's jaw go slack.

"Kenshin…Masumi is Bankostu's sister…Hiten kidnapped her…" He whispered.

-

"Are you thirsty?" He asked as he walked by her room.

"No…" She whispered. She felt him crawl beside her but didn't move. She squeezed her eyes shut as he wrapped an arm around her waist.

"Its ok…I won't…" He whispered into her hair.

"Why do you torture me?" She whispered without facing him.

"Because…"

"I…I understand I belong to you but…" She stopped herself.

"Face me." He mumbled. She hesitated but rolled over and looked into his piercing eyes. "Stop babbling…I won't hurt you anymore."

"You said that last time." She argued in a sad tone.

"I…" His voice trailed off. He stroked her hair and held the side of her hair in his hand. "You should wash up." She nodded. "I'll get you a bath ready." He kissed her cheek and she frowned. She didn't move from the bed and soon heard the water stop.

He walked up to her and gently sat her up. He pulled her forward so he stood between her legs and she blushed. He grabbed the bottom of her nightgown and pulled it above her head. She crossed her arms and shivered.

He wrapped his arms around her and unhooked her bra. She flinched but let him. He smirked down to her and she crossed her arms tighter.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her so she was standing. She leaned her bare chest against his and looked away. He slowly pulled down her panties and she pulled away to step out. He lifted her by the waist and set her in the tub. She sank down until the water was above her shoulders.

He used a facecloth and softly rubbed her shoulders. She took it out of his hands.

"I…I can do it…" She whispered and he nodded and left, knowing how uncomfortable she got around him.

-

He patiently sat at the edge of her bed and waited. She came out in her robe and he smiled at her. She blushed and dug threw her drawers. She was back to being silent around him.

It hurt him to see her as sad as she was. To know he was the cause. To know he had gotten so close to her caring for him…and now it was all gone.

She slipped on her panties and looked for a nightgown. He watched her with a smirk. Her hair was still damp and the robe slipped off as she faced her back to him. Her whole body was damp…he shook his head to dismiss his dirty thoughts and realized she was dressed.

"Come here." He whispered and watched her slowly walked in front of him. He stood up so he was eye-level with her. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. On contact, she took a step back.

"I don't want to…" She heard her voice crack.

"Can I just…"

"No! You cannot have me!" Her fists clenched beside her and he grabbed her shoulders.

"I can have you wherever and whenever I please!" He snapped and she struggled to make him let go. He let her go and glared down at her. She was really getting close to crossing the line. He laid her on her back and she squirmed. He slid his fingers inside of her and her back arched. "You're wet."

"No…" A tear rolled down her cheek.

"You want it…" He stood between her legs but leaned his body forward a little.

"No…stop..." Her back arched. He cupped her breast with his free hand and she moaned loudly.

"What's my name?"

"Hiten." She answered right away. He pulled out and licked his fingers clean.

"Good girl." He purred and pinned her wrists beside her head as he kissed her neck.

"Please…I'll do anything…I'll say anything just…don't…" She grunted.

"Say you love me." He looked down to her.

"Why?"

"You said it…last time…you told me that." His expression was serious.

"I would never…"

"You did. Say it again or I'll make sure it hurts like hell." He challenged.

"I…I…I can't….I could never love you…" She whispered with a frown. She waited for her punishment.

"Why?" He whispered and she stared blankly at him.

"How could I?" She mumbled. He didn't want to hurt her, but he didn't want to leave an empty threat, either.

"Could you try?" He mumbled, still despising the words that came from his mouth.

"What do you mean?"

"Could you…try to love me?" He repeated.

"No." She answered bluntly.

"Why?" He asked, though he knew the answer.

"I just…no…"

"You trusted me before." He reminded.

"And then you…" Her voice trailed off.

"You can have more freedoms…you can have a fucking buffet….shopping, walks, beaches…" He started.

"Hiten…no." She answered more firmly.

"Fucking bitch." He growled and she whimpered. "Why the hell do you fear me?"

"Why do you think?" She shouted.

"I tried being nice to you, I really did, but in the end, it bit me in the fucking ass you ungrateful whore!"

"Please…don't call me that…" She whispered with tears in her eyes.

"Please, you weren't some fucking virgin when you were brought here!" He threw his arms in the air.

"I had a fucking boyfriend! One that actually did give two shits about me!" She retorted and his expression went from anger to hurt.

"What's his name?" He whispered.

"Hmph." She crossed her arms.

"Don't you dare play games with me!"

"Why does it matter? You already told me I mean nothing to you!" She yelled and he frowned. He slowly walked up to her and she crawled away. He grabbed her ankle and pulled her to him. Cautiously, he held her face in his hand and she instinctively leaned into his hold.

"You mean something…" He mumbled and she glared. A tear rolled down her cheek. "Come on, we'll stay in my room." He went to scoop her up but she pushed him away.

"I don't want to!" She blurted and he rolled his eyes.

"We won't…" He assured and held his hand out to her. "Trust me?"

"No…" She mumbled.

"Well start." He growled.

"No." She whispered again. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out of the room. He walked her to his room and threw her on the bed.

"Sit down and shut up!" He barked. She looked to her lap. "Want to watch a movie?" He offered and she looked up, still confused by his behavior. She shrugged. "Like comedy? Horror? No romantic shit, though." He smirked and she smiled a little.

"Anything…" She whispered.

"Saw?" He asked and she nodded. He sat beside her and she went under the covers. He crawled beside her and slipped his arm around her waist. "Sh…" He whispered and pecked her cheek.

"Can we watch a romantic comedy?" She whispered and faced him.

"I said no romantic shit." He glared. "And I just sat down." He watched her pout. "Fine…"

"Oh, 50 First Dates!" She smiled.

"Are you fucking serious?" He glared and she bobbed her head up and down.

"Please…" She blushed and looked down. He sighed dramatically and put it in. "Can I make popcorn?"

"Go ahead…" He shrugged.

"By myself?" She asked.

"No, with your shadow." He rolled his eyes.

"But…I won't get in trouble?" She asked nervously.

"No." He snapped and she jumped.

"Never mind…" She whispered.

"You want dessert?" He asked with a sympathetic look.

"No…I'm fine…" She leaned her back against the headboard and he felt guilty again,

"Come downstairs with me…" He offered. She slowly slipped off the bed and followed him. He opened the freezer and she stared quizzically. "What's your favorite type of ice cream?"

"Any…"

"Vanilla it is." He sighed and threw the gallon on the counter. She jumped and watched him pull out hot fudge and whipped cream. "Ice cream?" He smirked. She smiled a little and nodded.

He gave her a bowl with two scoops and stood beside her, watching contently. She grew nervous by his closeness and shook the whipped cream. She put it in the bowl and jumped when he snatched it from her hand. He placed some on his finger and stood behind her, one arm around her waist.

He slowly stuck his finger in her mouth and she licked it off, in hopes of him backing off.

"You know…you could really have fun with this stuff…" He whispered in her ear and she blushed. "Like…" He squirted some on her breast and her face got hot. He walked in front of her and bent over to lick it off, he cupped her other breast with one hand and lowered his free hand down her back. She lightly moaned.

"I…don't want to…" She whispered. "I know another way to have fun with it." She smirked.

"Oh yeah?" His eyes lit up as he looked up to her. She nodded and grabbed the hot fudge. He stood up straight and watched her with amusement. She popped the cap and he waited with anticipation. Then, she squirt it at him.

Right in his face.

"What the…" His voice trailed off when he heard her giggle. He smiled and realized what she meant. "You're on!" He grabbed the whipped cream and she squealed and jumped behind the counter. The cream covered the front of the counter, where she was previously standing.

She stood up and got him again, he didn't hide from the attack; he just retaliated with his own. She frowned when he ducked and ran at her. She smiled and went to run away but slipped on the fudge that covered the floor. He stopped running, but slid on his feet and nearly tripped over her.

He offered her a hand and she took it with a mischievous smirk. Once she was standing, she grabbed the whipped cream and sprayed it. He growled, not amused by the fact he was losing, and slid under the table. She ran around it and he roughly pushed her out of his way and went for the sink. She stopped laughing when he held the removable faucet in his hand.

"What's the matter?" He taunted. She smiled and ducked but he sprayed water all over her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her into his embrace, dropping the still running water faucet so it hit the ground and softly kissed her lips. She smiled with the whipped cream and sprayed the last of it on his head.

"See…it doesn't need to have sex…" She smiled and rested her head on his shoulder.

"I guess…" He sighed. He scoffed when he looked around the kitchen. The walls, floors, counters, table, sink, fridge, and even ceiling, were covered in a mixture of whipped cream, hot fudge, and water. They were sticky and she was drenched. He pulled her up by her hips and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He sat her on the counter and slid over the bowl of vanilla ice cream, half melted and somewhat covered in the crossfire.

He scooped some in a spoon and fed her. She smiled and thankfully took it.

"I don't want anymore…" She sighed and he nodded.

"How about a shower?" He smirked.

"By myself." She added.

"With company?"

"If you don't touch me." She crossed her arms.

"Not even a little?" He frowned.

"No."

-

She sighed as she sat at the foot of his bed and he came out of the bathroom. She had convinced him into separate showers. She wore his white t-shirt and her own panties and he wore his favorite navy blue pants.

"It looks nice at you…" He smiled as he looked at her bare legs and barely covered ass. She playfully hit his shoulder. "So…what if I don't?"

"Don't what?" She asked seriously as he sat beside her.

"I'll be nice to you…I won't hurt or touch you when you don't want me to…I mean…I do care about you…"

"Hiten…it could never work…even if I wanted it to…Bankotsu would never accept you and…"

"But you want it too?" He looked to her.

"Sometimes…I really, really want to trust you but…I don't think I'll ever be able to."

"What about for now…until you get back?"

"So…I will be getting back?"

"Disappointed?" He scoffed.

"No…it's just…you've never admitted it…"

"If it makes you happy…then I'll give you back eventually…" He shrugged.

"For now…maybe." She blushed and he pecked her cheek. They crawled to the top of the bed and slipped under the covers. "I really think you should clean up downstairs…" She whispered.

"Pft, you did most of it …and don't sweat it." He wrapped his arms around her waist and she nuzzled into his embrace.

"You wanted to start with games…" She whispered.

"Just wait till I get that whipped cream in the bed." He smirked and she laughed.

"Goodnight." She softly kissed his lips and he smiled.

"Goodnight."