My head hurt. My feet hurt. My left wrist was in absolutely fucking agony. Those were my first thoughts when I stirred back to consciousness. Like fuck! What happened?! I feel like I just want to severe the whole limb off to get rid of the pain.
When I opened my eyes, I recognised that I was in the infirmary and noticed that someone had slipped me into my pyjamas. I saw Yuki at my bedside, nodding off to sleep. She didn't seem to be aware that I was awake. I winced when I tried to move my left hand and saw that it had fresh bandages and reinforced in a cast. Something tells me I'm going to have to have it in a sling. That's a pain.
You've guessed it, I'm blaming Kuran again. If he hadn't arranged that fucking date, I wouldn't be in this situation! Sure, I should have run instead of following that vampire into an area where he would have killed me, but at the root of everything it is Kuran who is at fault! Without him, I'd be hunky-dory and getting on with school and listening to music without a stupid left wrist fatality! I need this to play the piano you know!
I leaned back against the pillows, closing my eyes and sighing softly. There was light streaming in from the windows which led to my assumption that it was day time, I had been out the whole night. I want to get out now but I doubt I'd get far. I wouldn't want to damage my wrist anymore now, would I?
I heard footsteps draw near as Yuki finally conked off. I sat up a little straighter when Kuran turned the corner and saw me awake.
"Good, you're alright."
I am so not alright! My wrist! My wrist is probably broken beyond repair! You fucking bastard, don't you dare sugar coat this by saying I'm 'alright'! Kuran came over to the opposite side where Yuki sat and looked down at my wrist.
"I told you to not go off campus alone so why…?"
I looked around for my coat and stretched my right hand out to it when I saw it hanging on the coat hanger. Kuran hesitated before rising and bringing it over to me. I looked through the pockets and took out the note which had the instructions about the whereabouts of the restaurant, what to do when to get there and when to arrive there. He read through the note and something in the air darkened.
"I didn't write this," he said "It may look it but that's not my signature at the bottom."
He showed it to me and I squinted. Uh, yeah, how am I supposed to know? All curvy handwriting looks the same, especially if you're using Latin script to sign your name. I just shrugged at him, inching away from him and looking away, still miffed that I was easily tricked. Kuran withdrew, looking down at the note.
"Just so we're clear, I want you to come to me if you want to leave the school grounds."
I glowered at him and then turned my glare to my left hand. I felt like some prisoner on probation or something. Hell, why don't you just put a fucking electronic tag on me? Suit me up in prison overalls and handcuff me to your side?
The most irritating thing was the fact that I had brought it upon myself with my stupid judgements. Like damn, I have a brain but can't I just use it when I most need it can I? I wanted to kick myself, I'm so fucking stupid.
"Mana?"
I glared back at Kuran as he leaned in a little.
"Are we clear?"
I found myself grinding my teeth and nodding at him. I was practically grounded.
"It's for your own safety, there'll be a lot more after you out there."
I rolled my eyes, surely there can't be that many blood-suckers after me?
"You just need to come with me to meet someone."
…Aw fuck! What if this someone sends more goons for me?! Wait, why am I a target in the first place? I'm just a schoolgirl. Who may have a weapon that is harmful the vampires but I'm not the only one.
Taking one look at Kuran had me realise that he knew. He had all the answers as usual however why do I get the feeling he won't divulge them? …Guess it wouldn't hurt to try.
I mimed for something to write with and Kuran produced a pen. I took the back of the note and began writing.
Am I a target?
Kuran stared at my note, his face devoid of emotion as he took his sweet time to reply.
"It's possible, just make sure to not leave alone or without my permission whilst we sort it out."
Bull. Shit. I snatched the note back.
Why am I a target?
"A weak teenage girl is an easy target."
Oh! OH! Oh he did not go there! He did NOT just call me weak! I snarled and tried to snatch the note back to write down a piece of my mind but he held it out of reach.
"That's how it looks, Mana," he said calmly "On your own you do look defenceless and easy to prey upon. That image is now very clear considering your injury."
Yeah, I'm still blaming this injury on you. Both of them.
Kuran sat back, offering a smile.
"I have to leave," he said and I offered his pen back "Keep it. I insist."
No way, I'm not keeping something of yours. I shook it at him but he stood and walked away.
"Please. Keep it."
Why?! I watched as he bid goodbye to me and I was left sitting there, arm outstretched with the rather expensive looking pen. I glanced at it before putting it to the side on the bedside table. Hey, not my fault if I 'accidentally lose' it.
