I'm back! Finally I got back to this story, next on the list is
Here For You. So, finally, enjoy this next chapter of Why Did You Do It cause I know I enjoyed writing it. Also if you hadn't had a chance, go and read ai-haibara777's and my new story that's out. It's pretty good I think :P It's called Hitched Without a Thought
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Kekkaishi blah blah blah never will...
"Yoshimori..."
"Tokine..."
Tokine shook her head, bewildered. "Is this a dream?"
Yoshimori chuckled, wincing as it disturbed his wounds. "I sincerely hope not or I'm dead."
She lightly slapped his uninjured shoulder, her face a thundercloud.
"Don't kid about that. You almost did die!" She growled.
His eyes softened and he grabbed her hand, shock written all over her face from this gesture, "I'm sorry for leaving you, Tokine. I promise you it won't happen again."
She smiled sadly and their eyes connected. "Don't make promises you can't keep." She whispered.
His grip tightened. "This is a promise I can keep."
She nodded and squeezed in return, her anger losing it's edge to be replaced with guilt.
His face darkened, and as if he could read her mind, he yanked her closer, his heart stuttering a little at the closeness before he told the stupid organ to shut the hell up.
"Tokine..." He growled, and with his minty breath caressing her cheek and his spicy scent invading her senses, she could only look at him.
His hand cupped her cheek, tilting her head so he could look into her eyes, "Don't you dare start feeling guilty! This in no way is your fault! I was careless, that's all there is to it. You have nothing to feel guilty about."
She tried to shake her head but his fingers wouldn't release her chin. "You should've let me help you." She whispered brokenly.
His brows furrowed. "No way in hell do I regret not letting you fight. I mean look at me," Her eyes haunted, Tokine glanced over his bandaged wrapped figure. "Do I look like I had the time of my life lately?" Tokine chuckled.
"No you don't. You look like crap, Yoshi."
Yoshimori laughed, the sound washing over her and she realized she wanted to hear that laugh again.
"Don't laugh at me, I'm serious!" Yoshimori just roared with laughter, mostly to annoy her.
She moved to slap his arm again but a sharp pain stopped her.
His laughter cut off immediately when he heard her gasp softly, to be replaced with a worried frown.
He gently grabbed her arm. "What's wrong?"
His gaze was so intense that Tokine had to shake herself before shrugging slightly, aware of the pain that accompanied it. "Advil wore off."
Yoshimori's face suddenly crumbled, as guilt for not noticing her bandaged covered chest and arms, and anger at himself flashed across his face.
He jerked to a sitting position before reaching for a familiar looking bottle by his bedside table.
Yoshimori's body spasmed with pain from the sudden change of positions, but he ignored it before pouring two little turquoise pills from his shaking hands to hers.
Exhausted from the little act, his body crashed on his bed, Tokine crying out as she tried to grab him.
He weakly swatted away her hands before reaching for a small glass of water by the bottle and handed it to her, a sigh of pain leaving his lips as he stretched the wounds in his shoulder, for he'd reached with the injured one.
"Yoshimori!" Tokine cried as he shoved the glass into her hands, face twisting in pain.
He waved aside her worry and ordered, "Swallow them."
She obliged and hurriedly swallowed the pills, thinking he would shove them down her throat himself if she wasn't quick enough.
He sighed in relief and lied back on the bed again, shifting uncomfortably as his wounds protested, while Tokine whimpered as red seeped up from his bandages.
"Don't you want some?" She asked as she offered the bottle and glass.
He shook his head a little before replying gruffly, "No thanks, I'm fine."
She crossed her arms, glaring. "You obviously are not fine or you wouldn't be bleeding through your bandages."
He quickly glanced down and grimaced before looking up at her, his charcoal eyes pleading.
"Could you change it for me?"
She hesitantly nodded, "I'll be right back." and darted out the door.
She'd forgotten how big the Sumimura house actually was, and got lost a few times before she found the room she was looking for. In the kitchen she threw open cabinets and pantries, trying to find a large enough bowl and a rag.
"Yes!" She shouted quietly in glee, proudly holding up the bowl and rag. Something caught her eye and she carefully placed the kitchenware on the bar, before turning to a pantry that is still closed.
She gently opened the glass doors and had to fight hard not to smile as she saw the apron and cooking utensils. She held up the apron, and suddenly remembered every time he wore it with a huge grin on his face. If she was honest with herself she'd admit that his cakes weren't that bad.
While she was grinning to herself, Shigemori snuck up and gently clasped her shoulders. She gave a small cry of alarm and twisted away to face him, hand drawn.
"Whoa whoa!" Shigemori said as he held up his hands. She instantly lowered her hand and relaxed her stance, face filled with chagrin over her actions. She hastily bowed. "Forgive me, I didn't know it was you."
He waved aside her apologies and his eyes zeroed in on the apron clutched tightly in her hand.
"What do you have there?" he pointed to the apron, eyebrow's raised in mock curiosity.
Her face reddened and she weakly tried to defend herself. "I didn't know it was his! It caught my eye and I opened the door and saw Yoshimori's cake tools." Her eyes widened and she cursed, his eyebrows rose even more but this time in suprise over the polite woman's choice of words. Tokine hurriedly gathered the bowl and rag before rushing to the sink, tapping her finger as she waited for the bowl to fill with the hot water. Shigemori came up to her. "What about Yoshimori?" She glanced at him before turning to watch the bowl fill up again. "He's awake-"
"He's awake?" Shigemori shouted and started to run out the room but Tokin'es shout stopped him. Tokine turned back to the water once she had his full attention. "Yoshimori's awake, but his wounds are acting up and he's bleeding through his bandages so I'm going to clean them." She rolled her shoulder at the mention of wounds, her shoulder screaming at her for moving so fast.
He furrowed his eyebrows. "Do you know how to dress a wound?" "Of course!" She snapped before pinching the bridge of her nose, breathing deeply. She opened her eyes and glanced back at him, her eyes filling with apologies. "Sorry."
He just shook his head and clasped her shoulder again, Tokine wincing, but he didn't notice. "Take care of my grandson, Yukimura."
She just nodded and grabbed the rag off the bar and shut the water off while lifting the bowl in her arms, before walking out the kitchen.
Yoshimori was panting up a storm, berating himself for moving so lifted his hand to his waist, hissing as it bothered the wound more. He brought back his blood stained hand and set it down, gasping as the knife slowly twisted in his stomach. With his other hand he wiped off the beads of sweat covering his forehead. He moaned softly as another spasm of pain sent his body shivering, opening his wounds even more.
At that moment Tokine burst through the door, carrying a huge bowl and a rag, along with an armful of bandages. She set the bowl down before unloading her burdens.
She settled down beside him, her hands again brushing back the bangs clinging to his sweating forehead, only this time his black eyes watched her. She rung out the damp rag and wiped off the sticky sweat before setting the cool clothe on his forehead, and produced another rag beneath the bandages. Her eyes met his.
"I need to take off your robe, Yoshi, so I can remove the bandages." He only nodded and tried to sit up but a spasm went through him and he started to fall back, but her warm hands stopped him, just resting above the wound maiming his right shoulder. She gently helped him into a sitting position before pushing away the material. She had to stop herself from running her hands over his chest but she quickly shook herself and focused on the task at hand. She carefully picked the knot behind his back before peeling away the bandages, slowly unfolding the memory of the battle for their lives bit by carefully unwrapped the red bandages over his stomach, her feather-light touches bringing Yoshimori sighed and her eyes darted to his before settling back on their task.A jolt went through him that had nothing to do with pain. When their eyes had met he'd found her eyes to be a darker shade of violet that he'd never seen before.
Tokine felt the jolt go through him but dismissed it because of pain. She had problems of her own. It was taking all the willpower she had to not run her hands over his chest as she saw his muscles flex under her passing hands. She'd never realized how well he'd filled out. She wanted to glide her hands across his chest and breathe in his spicy scent again.
She mentally shook herself and their gazes connected, her eyes again that same heated dark violet. "I have to clean your wounds. It's going to hurt." He only nodded before grasping her free hand. She looked questioningly at him before shrugging slightly and returning her eyes to the task at hand for the first wound, his shoulder.
As carefully as she could, she gently brushed brushed the rag across the wound, but it wasn't gentle enough. Yoshimori sucked in a gasp of pain and his body shuddered.
"I'm sorry, i'm sorry..." She repeated over and over as a few tears blurred her vision. he only shook his head and sqeezed her hand. "It was bound to hurt, it's where the poison was the most."
Her eyes met his, saying clearly that they were going to talk about this later. She brushed the rag again and his body shied a little from her touch.
She set her mind and cleaned out the wound, washing out grit and the last traces of poison in the wound, unaware of the faint hisses of pain that escaped his lips. She carefully cleaned out the wounds above his waist, the bowl of water getting darker red each time she rung out the rag. Her breath caught when she had to clean out the claw marks gourging into his chest and she inwardly shuddered. He would have these scars for the rest of his life.
At last she reached what seemed to be the worst, his stomach. She traced the edges, making sure to not touch any part of the wound.
"Where did you get this, Yoshi?" She breathed.
He shrugged slightly, his voice gruff. "I don't know. I probably got it when the ayakashi raked his claws across my chest and they might have stabbed into me then but I didn't notice."
She nodded and held her breath as she cleaned this wound as well. Yoshimori hissed.
Finally she was done and tossed the blood stained rag into the dark red water, along with the bloodied bandages.
She quickly wrapped the new bandages around his body, sighing when she was finished and wiping the small beads of sweat from her brow.
Yoshimori touched the new bandages and looked up at her, smiling. "Thank you, Tokine."
She shook her head, smiling back. "No problem."
He sat up, wincing a little and gazed at her, his eyes raking over her form. Tokine found it hard to breathe suddenly.
He picked up some left over bandages and reached up to grab the rag that was still on his forehead.
He glanced at her. "Your turn."