Chapter 4
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It was already getting kind of cold and dark out. I rubbed my arms, trying to warm myself up a bit. Ryuga, on the other hand, seemed okay. Then again, he also had on a long sleeve shirt, and I did not.
"You'll have to lead the way, though, Miss Higuchi." Ryuga said as we were walking towards my house.
"I don't live very far from here. What about you, Ryuga? Do you live somewhere close by?" I asked.
"Mmm. Not exactly, but I'll have someone come and get me."
"Oh… Okay, then."
We walked the rest of the way in yet another awkward silence. I stopped to get the key from under the mat in front of the door to unlock it. "Uhm, should we wait outside?" I asked, hoping he would say yes.
"I wouldn't mind, however you seem to be cold, so I think it would be better to go in… Unless you don't want me to come in…" He gave me this sad look.
"N-no, it's not that! I just…" I stopped myself, "I, uhm… Well, come inside, I guess." I slowly opened the door, praying to god that my mother wouldn't be around or that she would be sleeping or something.
We stepped in and I closed the door behind us. As I was slipping off my shoes, a knife suddenly flew through the air and got caught in the door. Then a bombardment of all kinds of kitchen utensils started coming at us. Before I could even think to react, a plate smacked me in the head, knocking me back onto the ground.
"Miss Higuchi, are you all right?!" Ryuga asked, kneeling down next to me. I touched my head where I was hit, feeling the warm blood that was now trickling down my face.
My mother came closer to us from her place in the kitchen. She had a bottle of wine in one hand and a knife in the other. She took a swig of the wine and staggered closer. "It's all your fault…" she mumbled almost inaudibly. She lifted the half empty bottle over her head and hurled it toward us, lunging forward after it. Ryuga moved in front of me, the wine bottle smashing against his back, getting his white shirt stained with the red color. He then put his foot out, kicking my mother in the stomach, forcing her back.
"Get. Out…" She mumbled, on the floor now, "Get out of my house… And never come back!" Hearing that I sighed, stood up, helping Ryuga off the ground and turned and left.
"Are you okay?" Ryuga asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine…" I said, whipping off more blood. "I'm sorry; I didn't think she would be drunk." I lied, as I only HOPED she wouldn't be drunk.
Ryuga stared at me for a couple of seconds before taking out his cell phone, again, as we moved to sit at the curb. "Hello, Watari? Yes, I'm ready. Also, please prepare another room. We'll be having a guest tonight." He hung up and put the cellular devise back into his pocket.
"You were talking about me?" I asked, surprised that he would even suggest me stay with him.
"Of course." He said, as if it was obvious, "You did just get kicked out of your house, and your head is bleeding and needs to be looked at soon. Watari will be here to get us in a moment."
"How will he know where we are if you didn't tell him?" Ryuga decided to stay quiet and not answer my question. "Sorry." I apologized, feeling like maybe I shouldn't have asked for some reason.
The two of us sat on the curb and waited for out ride to come. A black car with tinted windows came around the corner. I quickly stood up to get out of the way. A not so smart move on my part. The fast movement caused my head to throb and me to stumble backwards. Ryuga caught me and opened the door to the car. At that moment, Mom came bursting through the front door with piston in her hand. She aimed it at us and fired, but, being the drunken woman that she was, she missed us and hit the car.
"Sorry, Miss Higuchi, but we're in danger." Ryuga said, taking me by the shoulders and tossing me into the back seat. My head spun as it crashed into the other side door. The last thing I saw before I blacked out was my mother's crazed face through the window.
A/N: Sorry this is such a short chapter. Figured something was better than nothing, right? Either way, hope you enjoyed! Please read and review, all opinions are appreciated.
