Theme: Teen (17+)
Type: Drama
I just recommend 17 and up, because of the use of cursing.
xD
This is the fastest update ever.
Basically, 'cause I actually wrote chapter eight before six and seven xD
Why? Because, I wrote it on the same day Sol-Chan died.
So it was filled with a lot of my raw emotions that came from losing something so precious to me.
I just wanna thank everyone for;
31 Reviews (WOO!)
Annnnd
2k hits xD (ZOMGYAY!)
ilu guys :heart:
Pointing out my two favorite reviews were from;
Trace Peirce who said they'd betchslap Itachi back to his Momma
(That really made me laugh xD)
Annnnd
Siry Pop who had the longest review and tried to trick me into updating quicker.
(That just made me feel special xDD)
SO WILL HIKARI STAY WITH ITACHI?!
WHAT'S HIS REASON FOR DOING SOMETHING SO TERRIBLE?!
DOES HE EVEN HAVE A REASON?!
OR DID THE CRUEL WRITER JUST WANNA MESS WITH THE READERS
(And her poor characters)
HEADS?!
Read & Review to find out.
;D
Hikari fell to her knees; choking on her own saliva, gasping through the tears. Her chest felt tight, everything seemed to be closing in around her. The air was thick as she inhaled deeply. She grabbed at her chestnut hair, clenching it tightly with her right hand as if it were some kind of support. Her left hand grabbed fiercely at her chest; clasping her shirt in a balled up fist. "Why? Why? Why?" She repeated out loud only to herself. Her voice was cracking under the desperation that was consuming her with every passing second. Hikari's mind was in a blunder of foggy confusion.
Suddenly reality hit with a stinging right hand. She let out a exhale of pain as if she was hit in the chest by a hammer. Toppling over, she wrapped her arms around her chest; hugging herself as if she was trying frantically to hold herself together. To keep from falling apart; to stop the pieces from breaking. "I hate you! I hate you!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. Tears flooded from her wounded sapphire eyes. "Why? Why did you do this to us?" She gasped between heavy sobs. "This doesn't make sense!"
She could feel it swelling up inside of her, all the emotions. Anger, pain, betrayal, hate, sorrow. It was an overload, and she begged for it to stop. She held her head in her hands, sobbing. "I hate you…" She whimpered. "Hate you so much…"
Rush. The anger exploded with in her frail frame. She slammed her fists against the hard wooden floors; causing an echo in the bedroom. "Bastard! I HATE YOU!" She hissed venomously, her eyes stinging with hatred. "Why did you do this to ME?" She asked to particularly no one. "I loved you, damn it… I FUCKING LOVE YOU!" She screamed in agony, the tears overflowing from her eyes again. "Idiot…"
There was a downpour in her heart as she laid on the bedroom floor. Her breathing still irregular as she sobbed quietly. She couldn't hear anything. She saw Rentaro rush into the room in a panic. But she couldn't hear her words. She could see her calling for someone, but she couldn't understand. Everything was so quiet. So numb. She felt Rentaro's hands on her cheeks; brushing her fingers tips ever so lightly over Hikari's face. She gazed into Rentaro's eyes, the eyes of a frightened woman. She wondered if that's what she looked like to Rentaro. As she lay on the floor, she must of looked like a train wreck.
Her mouth was dry, she couldn't form any words; only faint whimpers. Hikari closed her eyes slowly, it hurt to even blink now. She felt Rentaro wiping away her tears continuously. She sniffled here and there, as Rentaro continued to softly stroke her cheeks in a soothing manner.
Moments later; though it seemed like forever to Hikari, she felt herself being lifted from the cold floor. She felt a softness under her a few seconds later. She didn't open her eyes though; for she knew, even if she did, she'd still be surrounded by darkness. The throbbing in her chest was still there, slowly fading. Someone climbed into the bed, laying right beside her. The perfume was familiar, Rentaro's Night Wish perfume. She felt protective, yet delicate, arms entangling around her. She trembled at the slightest of touch. Rentaro was afraid as well; fearful that if she were to just apply too much pressure to the feeble girl, she just might break into a million pieces within her arms.
Hikari could feel the pounding on Rentaro's heart against her; her friend was anxious. Rentaro's perfume seemed to have a calming effect on the restless girl; perhaps because it was a familiar thing to Hikari. "Deep breaths…" Rentaro's voice softly broke through the darkness. She could tell Ren was trying to keep her own voice from cracking. She felt Rentaro brushing her hair tenderly, a motherly gesture. Sometimes; Hikari wondered if Ren knew just how motherly she could be. It was at times, in heartache or worry, that Rentaro exhibited such motherly tendencies. Whether it was taking care of someone close, or just giving advice from her heart. "Ren would make a good mother…" Hikari spoke up, finally finding her voice. She could feel Rentaro make one of those 'Ew' gestures; that she was all too commonly known for.
"Do you want anything to eat… Drink?" Rentaro asked when a silence fell between the two. Hikari shook her head. Rentaro sighed very faintly, laying her chin on Hikari's head. Rentaro would stay with her until she fell asleep.
It was four in the morning when Hikari had finally woken up. The crying; the pain, had tired her out both physically and mentally. She sat up slowly in the darkened room. Her eyes were sore, and her hands stung weakly. She looked around the room for Rentaro, a desperate need to be close to someone. Her eyes fell on the figure beside her, sprawled out and snoring lightly. She sighed, just slightly relieved. Hikari stumbled from the safety of the bed and made her way out of the bedroom; since it was dark still, she needed to feel around against the wall to find the door. A draw back of painting your walls black too.
Once in the living room; she noticed a small desk light on beside the couch. Deidara was passed out, under the covers; mumbling in his sleep. She found her shoes by the front door and slipped them on. She needed air, needed to clear her mind and think straight again. She was tempted to leave Ren and Dei a note, but figured she'd be back before they awoke. Quietly she slipped out into the morning shadows.
It was chilly out as Hikari crossed her arms over her chest. The streets, the sidewalks, everything was empty. Like the pain in her heart. She walked silently, her thoughts not even surfacing. She had no destination. Just walk. The breeze ruffled her tangled locks of hair, brushing some across her face. She didn't bother to push them away from her eyes, she didn't care. Hikari walked for, who knows how long, until she finally stopped. She didn't stop because her mind told her so; it was her body. It just stopped functioning.
She soon found out why. She looked up at her and Itachi's apartment building. The building seemed to tower over her, daring her to enter, yet forbidding it at the same time. Her breath was caught in her throat. She glanced frantically at all the different windows; looking for her own. She found it. It was the only one that still had a light on. A beacon of hope. At least, she wanted to believe so.
She took a step forward, only to find herself in excruciating pain. Her chest was tightening up again, her heart rate was through the roof, and tears began to form in her hopeless eyes. 'He's with her.' A voice warned in the back of her mind. Hikari took in a sharp breath. 'Don't bother. He doesn't care.' The voice continued. "S-Shut up…" Hikari could only muster up a whimper. 'Give up. She's better then you.' The voice now taunted. Hikari couldn't take it. She turned from the building, from her home.
As she stumbled away, the sudden and oh so familiar voice caught her. "Hikari!" She reluctantly turned her head to look over her shoulder, back to the window. No one was there though. 'Mind playing tricks on you?' The voice chuckled. But it wasn't, "I thought that was you." Hikari's eyes quickly dropped to the entrance of the building.
A breathless Itachi stood in the door way. His hair was a complete mess, his white dress shirt hung open; it was clear he had either had sex or had been running at some point. The bags under his eyes were dark, lack of sleep was apparent even in the dim street lights. 'So he was with her…' The voice tormented. Hikari took a step away from Itachi, distancing herself even more.
Hikari stood there, shivering in the chilly wind, unable to walk away. They stared at each other, neither speaking. Though their eyes spoke loudly. Screaming in agony. This would continue for a good five minutes.
Finally, Itachi decided to speak. "Hikari… I know it looked bad…" He began, but the quick tempered female cut him off. "Is she with you right now?"
"No! Of course not!" His own temper flared.
"Then why do you look like you've just had rough sex?" Her eyes glared accusingly.
"I haven't slept, damn it! I've spent all night calling your damned cell phone, only to get the voice mail. I've been worried sick!" He hissed.
"You didn't look too worried when you…" She couldn't even say it. Her chest began to throb as a warning.
"It was a shoot." Itachi sighed.
"A shoot? Like 'Oh shoot! I'll just kiss her!'" She clearly mocked his explanation.
Itachi gritted his teeth, knowing he deserved that come-back. "Sasuke. Sasuke needed a stand in for his film. He called me at the office, told me he was in trouble, then hung up. I went down to where he was, and found out he just needed me for a scene; since I looked a lot like the actor playing the part. I didn't know it was a kissing scene!" He exhaled deeply.
Hikari was unsure, she shifted uncomfortably; debating whether he was telling the truth or not. "Why are you sweating then? Why did that kiss look real?"
Itachi rolled his eyes at the first question, "Because I ran all the way down here. Fifty-nine flights of stairs, woman. I was afraid if I took the elevator, you'd have been gone by then." He then addressed the other question, "Because one of Sasuke's workers pushed me from behind. I don't know how much of the scene you saw, but I pulled away right after our lips connected."
"So you did kiss her!" Hikari growled. "I bet you enjoyed it too."
"Have you not heard a word I've said?!" Itachi boomed angrily.
"Screw you!" Hikari suddenly shot back. She was on the edge, fighting back the tears once again. Her words caused Itachi to freeze.
Hikari spun around on her heel and started to walk off; leaving Itachi stunned. "I'm not done with you!" He growled, grabbing Hikari's wrist all the sudden. "Let me go." Her harsh voice almost sent chills down Itachi's spine. Against his better judgment, he continued to firmly hold her wrist. "No."
That was enough for Hikari, she balled up her right hand into a tight fist; until her knuckles turned white. With such power, she swung a right punch towards Itachi's cheek. Itachi didn't have time to even think, he was stone frozen. Just before her fist connected with Itachi's right cheek, she stopped. A clapping noise had drawn her attention away from beating him to a bloody pulp. She glared over her shoulder like an angered jaguar towards the source of the noise. An amused smirk was there to greet her.