I woke up, white was shining in my face. I looked around, seeing a familiar face that made my heart stop, and another that screamed crazy. "Did the Feminists get you, man?" Kenji interrogated. Hanako looked at the crazy, maybe drunk Kenji. With this, Kenji ran around the room, screaming,"I will avenge your injury, Hisao!" A few seconds later, I looked to my other side, to see a groaning Kenji, on the floor ,and the door opening.
"Hicchan, are you okay?" A saddened Misha asked. I sat up, realizing what had happened, before bursting out into laughter. Hanako eyed me and shyly asked,"W-Whats so f-funny?"
"Well first, I am okay, so stop worrying," I said, which seemed to relax Misha,"second, I realized what happened to Kenji, and he needs to watch out for doors." Kenji lunged in a random direction, hoping to catch Misha. All he caught was Hanako's breasts, and then a fist to the face. I tried to supress a chuckle, to no success. Soon, every except Kenji, who was knocked out by then, was laughing.
"How long..." I asked.
"How long what?" Hanako asked.
"How long since our fight. Since I had the heart attack. Since I lost you." I answered, trying hardest not to cry. She waited three minutes, trying not to break down, let out a long sigh, and said,"Two years."
What? Two years? Are you fucking kidding me? She is telling me that I have been stuck in this hell-hole for two years? I quickly look at my chest, seeing a deeper scar, where they have newly cut into my heart.
Great, another thing to worry about. Misha must've heard our conversation, because when I turn to my side to see if her and Shizune are still there, they are gone. I am almost saddened to see the next person who comes in. She must see it too. "L-Lilly..." Hanako speaks,"L-long t-time no s-see..."