Little Angel Chapter 15: If I'm James Dean, Get Off the Motorbike, a strawberry panic! fanfic

Little Angel ch. 15

OKAY! So, um, I'm sorry I haven't updated lately the chapter's been done for a week, but I've been busy, plus last week was my birthday on Wednesday xP so, yeah, enjoy :3

Amane woke up alone in her bed, and freezing. The blankets had fallen off the bed and laid on the floor in remarkable disarray. But all in a moments notice she remembered Hikari was supposed to have been sleeping right next to her on the inside of the bed. Where did she go, and how come Amane was only JUST waking up?
The blue haired rider got up, half asleep still and knocked herself on the edge of the frame.
"Agh! Shit!" She cried in just above a loud whisper. She had a ragged little gash along her thigh. "Goddamnit!"
It was barely more than a scratch, but it just seemed to hurt like hell. She was definitely awake now though.
Leaving her bedroom, she heard music coming from her bathroom, the door shut and water running. She assumed Hikari to be taking a shower but... She got closer to the door.

Stay for tonight
If you want to, I can show you
What my dreams are made of, as I'm dreaming of your face
I've been away for a long time
Such a long time
And I miss you there I can't imagine being anywhere else
I can't imagine being anywhere else but here...

This wasn't any radio. Hikari voice rung sad little notes to a song Amane didn't know very well, but...
She's still so beautiful sounding... I can't believe it... The sadness in her voice is depressing, but it sounds like it should be a happier song?

How the hell did you ever pick me?
Honestly, I could sing you a song
But I don't think words can express your beauty
It's singing to me
How the hell did we end up like this?
You bring out the beast in me I fell in love from the moment we kissed
Since then we've been history

Hikari's voice started to pick up and sound more alive, and Amane's heart fluttered. She was indeed listening to music, the most beautiful singer giving her a special solo show.

It goes to show,
I hope that you know that you are
What my dreams are made of
Can't fall asleep, can't fall asleep
I lay in my bed awake, in my bed awake at night
As I dream of you I'll fall in love, you'll fall in love
It could mean everything, everything to me
I can't imagine being anywhere else

They say that love is forever
Your forever is all that I need
Please stay as long as you need
Can't promise that things won't be broken
But I swear that I will never leave
Please stay forever with me

The rider found herself singing along to this now, aching to be closer to her beautiful angel.

The way that we are
It's the reason I stay
As long as you're here with me
I know we'll be Ok
The way that we are
It's the reason I stay
As long as you're here with me
I know I'll be Ok

They say that love is forever,
Your forever is all that I need Please stay as long as you need
Can't promise that things won't be broken
But I swear that I will never leave Please stay forever with me
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Amane didn't come back to reality until she heard the water turn off. She didn't quite realize however, how odd it would be for her to be standing right in front of the door like a creep should she emerge. The bathroom door swung open slowly, and, caught completely off-guard, Amane stood there wide eyed, beet red, and opened jawed.

"I couldn't love just anyone, I was created to love just one baby," were the first words out of her mouth.
Hikari flushed the same shade as Amane, and, as the rider just noticed, tugged the towel tighter around her body tighter.
"I-i thought you were still sleeping..."
"I was, but, I think you being gone woke me up," she replied sheepishly. "Then I heard the shower running and... Honestly, I'm not sure where I know that song from, but to hear you sing it, I can tell it's so much better."

Amane felt like she seemed to be trying to save face, and she really wanted to kick herself. Hikari looked down at her feet, and the rider noticed the dampness of her hair, the water dripping down from her golden locks to her slick, soft skin, almost forming small pools at her feet. Amane saw that the bruises around her shoulders and legs were almost yellowed, and most of the darker colors had faded. The rider almost freaked out when she saw the still red mark on her neck, but recognized it as the hickey she'd given her a few nights ago.
She noticed the scent of her own shampoo on the smaller girl and unconsciously moved closer, smelling her normal fruitiness underneath. Her off-white towel just covered her torso and only just reached around her thighs, something which caused Amane's face to distort in shyness. It was so hard to tear her eyes away from her, yet she knew how highly inappropriate it was. If Hikari caught her, she knew she'd be in a world of trouble, so she excused herself to go grab her young lover some clothing.
She picked out a pair of black gym shorts far too small for herself and a small white tee that could choke the rider should she try putting on. However, she was grateful she had never gotten around to clearing out her closet, as otherwise, she didn't know how she'd keep Hikari clothed. As the thought of Hikari naked in her apartment intrigued more and more scandalous ideas, Amane grew disappointed in herself. Really? What's wrong with you? Have you got no self control left? Do you remember WHY she's here?
And of course, she'd never forget either. She looked at the clothes she'd picked out and realized how... Un-Hikari they were, for lack of better words. So unflattering, and lifeless, but then again Hikari's personality usually seemed to animate everything around her, at least to Amane it seemed. Her little blonde didn't seem to mind one bit however and went back into the bathroom to change. Only then did she remember it was Monday, and out of the blue as well. But, not being particularly in work, it didn't matter much that the weekend was over, and Amane was glad she could stay home to watch over Hikari. She missed Star Bright already, but depending on how her beautiful blondie was feeling later, maybe they could go.
Hikari reemerged looking a little more cheerful than before. She chuckled before hugging Amane softly.
"Your old gym clothes? I feel so special," the little blonde was giggling now, and just before Amane could apologize, Hikari looked up and continued. "No, really, I do! I'm wearing the Prince Ootori's old school uniform. It's cute."
She was wrapping her arms just slightly tighter around the rider, whose blush had now returned. This drew another laugh for Hikari, and it set everything okay in Amane's head. She was happy, which meant she was healing, which meant worlds to the bluenette.
She herself smiled happily, kissed Hikari's forehead and sat back down on the bed, whose covers still laid on the floor. Hikari sat down next to her, and without thinking about it, their hands linked together. The smaller girl leaned onto Amane and snuggled her head into her shoulder.
"So... What're we doing today?"
"Well... How do you feel?"
"Um... Better," was her half-hearted reply.
Amane looked at her nervously. She assumed the worst. "Honey... What's wrong?"
"Um... My... My ribs...and... It was hard to breathe in the shower. When I started singing, it got easier, but afterwards I felt like fainting"
Amane looked crestfallen. Fainting? Breathing problems? Just how much more serious was this going to get? She didn't want to have an argument with Hikari about seeing a doctor, although she was afraid of how much worse it could be. She half regretted now taking her on Star Bright yesterday, thinking that the bumpiness only added to her injury.
"How long has this been happening? Since this started?" She worded it carefully.
"No... The fainting feeling's new... But..."
"But...?" Amane prompted.
"My breathing has been on and off okay... It's gotten a little better though," she admitted, thinking of the morning after she came here. She saw Amane's face visibly deflate. Again. "Hikari..."
"I know it's bad... But please sempai, don't make me go see someone, I'll be okay."
She gave Amane a huge, teary, pleading blue eyed gaze, and the rider couldn't bring herself to argue. Of course you can't... I know it could be just as wrong as it is right, but goddamnit if I'll break her trust.
Her heart stopped as a tear fell from Hikari's eye, and dragged along her cheek. What did I miss?!
"Hikari?!"
"S-sorry sempai... I-it just hurts a bit, I'll be fine in a minute."
"No, Hikari, what if-"
"Please Amane, just trust me? I don't want to be rude... I know your only looking out for me, but-"
She was abruptly cut off by her lovers lips, and it spoke volumes.
1- Amane really knew what was best, and Hikari should let her do it.
2- It was killing her to breathe, and sadly, it was the only time it ever hurt to kiss Amane.
3- Amane would only do any of this- including cutting her off- so Hikari could be brought back to her senses.
She sensed the pain in Amane's body. She sensed her worry and concern. She sensed her own frailty from her wounds, both the physical ones and... Otherwise. She sensed, with an overwhelming fright, that her fears of Amane being reprimanded for something not her fault were childish. Her lover only went along with it so she herself would feel more secure.
But now it was time to heal, really, and Hikari knew that as hard as she could try, Amane couldn't do it all.
"I'll go," she whispered, pulling away slowly from Amane's lips. "You're right, I've just been scared and ridiculous."
Amane looked shell shocked. "I didn't mean it like- Hikari I just want-"
"-Me to heal. I know, love, and I'm sorry I turned away your help," she herself felt more tears approaching, but part of it from the pains in her chest and stomach. "But, I just didn't see how much it was affecting you. I never thought... I'm just..."
"Not used to having someone watch out for you."
Amane finished her sentence as Hikari had hers. They found they could only look at each other for a moment. What Amane said was WAY out of line. It killed Hikari to admit it, though she had years ago, and every day it just itself proved more and more true until it finally got shoved in her face like a sick reminder. I-couldn't-care-less-about-you was such a common theme in her young life; which was why she was so scared to lose Amane. Not even Yaya could-
"SHIT! Yaya!"
"Wait, what? Hikari?!"
Amane couldn't catch what happened, but caught on.
"She doesn't know. What should we do?!"
Amane was still quiet. She was a bit afraid to open her mouth after what she said last. "Um... Maybe... Call her from the doctor's? If you still wanna go, I mean."
"W-well ah..." Hikari was shifting around and acting worrisome- how was she going to tell her best friend something like this? And when? The hospital did sound like a good idea. The black haired girl couldn't go insane in there, and if she did, well, the medication probably wouldn't be too far away.
"That's probably... A REALLY good idea. Ow, ahhh!"
Hikari bent over in pain, and held her sides. She felt like she was cramping, but these weren't menstrual in the slightest. The bruises hurt like hell to touch, and Hikari couldn't move into any other position.
"We're going. Now."
Amane scooped up Hikari, careful to let her stay curled up, and ran out of that apartment and into her truck faster than Star Bright could race a track. She buckled in Hikari, who was now moaning in pain, tears streaming down her reddening face. Amane could not look over- if she had, she would have lost it. Amane sped away to the main street and prayed that there wouldn't be any police out. She needed to get to the hospital like yesterday.
Hikari felt terrible, knowing what it was fully doing now to Amane, but she couldn't hold back her sobs. She didn't know how it was possible, but these pains were worse, so much worse than normal. Her head touched her knees at this point, and her fingers tried their best to massage the pain. Things began to feel like they were spinning, and she wished she could talk to Amane. She felt bile rise through her throat and spill into her mouth, which she regrettably swallowed back down, only to have it come back up again.
None of this, however, went unnoticed my Amane.

The normal twenty minute ride to the hospital took maybe twelve, including parking, which Amane hadn't really given half a shit about. As soon as her truck stopped moving, she was out and grabbing Hikari, who was now slowly spilling discolored bile out of her mouth. What the hell was going on?!
Slamming open the door to the rather quiet hospital, Amane made a bee line for the front desk, Hikari still a depressing mess in her arms.
"I don't care how much, or who takes her, but she needs someone. Now."
The girl sitting down only looked half impressed, like she'd seen this everyday. Amane didn't care if she wrote in half a dozen terminal cancer patients everyday, she was going to get Hikari in NOW.
Just as she was about to dismiss them to a seat, Amane did something she never thought she would use to her advantage.
"Ootori. Amane. Still ignoring me? She's my girlfriend."
Whether it was the name or the devil-may-cry fierceness, the rider didn't know, but the woman was up instantly and personally escorting her to the back room.
"What's wr-"
"She was raped. Can't breath, can't move, bruises everywhere. Where's a damn doctor?!"
They were almost running through hallways, Hikari's choked sobs spitting out more of her stomach acids and wrenching her into more pain. A doctor moved to stop them, as they were now entering a specialized ICU level, when both the woman and Amane let out with, "Ootori."
His eyes widened, ran to an empty room and opened the door, motioning them inside. He called for several other men as Amane quickly laid Hikari down onto a white-clad bed, holding her hand and waiting for someone to help.

Doctors asked her question after question- what happened, when did this start, are there any other medical complications as of late, has she endured physical trauma lately, where had they been, why had they waited, what other symptoms are there, are you sure she hasn't come into contact with anything viral, does she have allergies (to which she answered "that's no fucking allergy, you fucking moron!)
"Look, we just need to know-"
"Her step father raped her! She's got bruises EVERYWHERE, can hardly WALK and can't FUCKING BREATHE! WHAT ELSE DOES YOUR QUACK ASS NEED TO KNOW?!"
Stunned as he was, the moron had the audacity to scoff at her and ask, "Well, are you sure she was raped?"

If Hikari and the doctors had still been in the room, he might not have a broken jaw and a bloody nose right now.

Taken to a room and immediately prepped for x-rays, a nurse found Amane wondering about trying to find her, informing her that due to the severity of what they might find, it could be a while before she'd see Hikari.
"Where is she now?"
"She's on the third floor honey, but it's restricted. If I wouldn't lose my job, I'd let you up sweetheart."
The nurse looked upon Amane with huge, pitiful eyes. Apparently, no one had noticed the asshole doc still out cold in the ICU room. She knew she'd be in hell for it, but she didn't totally care right then either. Because she was dealing with him, she lost sight of Hikari. A darkness came over the rider as she sat and waited, staring at a set of double doors leading to the higher levels of the hospital.
What if they screw something up, or hurt her even worse? What if she needed surgery? All of the most horrible possibilities flung themselves across Amane's thoughts, and she was powerless to stop them. Her Hikari, in god knows how much pain, with only god knows who, never felt so far away. With her head in her hands, Amane sighed deeply, as a dark, heavy tear rolled down her cheek.

It was four thirty when the nurse came around and told Amane to follow her. Stiff from silent tears and moving as much as a statue in the last however many ungodly hours creaked her athletic bones in a pain she had never been accustomed to, but she didn't let it show. Amane followed the woman to another white room, where there lay Hikari, half drugged and chained up to IVs and heart monitors, looking twice as happy as she had before she noticed Amane in the room.
"Hikari..." Her name came out as hardly more than a breath under Amane's tongue, as if unsure her name would take her away again. A doctor sitting solemnly in a chair coughed shortly, and the rider whipped her head towards him, her eyes alone demanding everything he had to say.
"What. The Bloody Fucking Hell. Took you. And that team of idiots. Four. FUCKING. HOURS. To do to my girlfriend?" Her entire body became a venomously wrathful entity. Amane's body seemed to grow in her worry and rage, and the pathetic little man stared for a moment, his jaw agape, feeling like he was faced with an Oni from his mother's old stories.
"Well?!"
"U-um, miss Ootori, your ah, friend here-"
"Girlfriend."
"G-girlfriend has um... W-well multiple a-anal fissures, her bottom pair of ribs are broken into comminuted fractures, and h-has ah, d-damage to her cervix. We found a piece of her rib that um... T-traveled inwards and p-punctured her stomach. We aren't totally sure how-"
Amane growled fiercely. Not having an answer was not good for this guy's health right now.
"Anywayitcausedabuildupofstom achacidswhich-"
"Slow down, short shit. What?"
"The rib caused a blockage for stomach acids, and they built up, which caused the bile she was emitting earlier. The discoloration was blood that had found it's way inside from the rib puncture."
He paused, gauging Amane's reaction.
"Go on," she said coldly.
"We were able to extract the piece and stitch the wounds, however the build up will need to work itself out. As for all the bruises, they seemed to form blood clots like I've never seen before. She should have had a stroke days ago, and I believe it's only her young age that kept her funct- um, alive."
"Anything else?"
The doctor looked at his feet, and then to Hikari, a sad look owning his face. "Sadly... Yes."
Amane just waited, again, prepared for the worst.
"Due to the damage to her cervix... I'm not sure if she or you two had ever planned for it, but... I... Miss Ootori, I say this as mildly as I can but... I do not believe your girlfriend will ever hold a pregnancy."
Amane's face for the first time flashed something, a quick sadness, before turning back to stone. "You can go now."
"But-"
"I'll fill out whatever I need to later, just get out!"
And with that, he ducked out of the room.
Okay... So...
Hikari couldn't have kids... Did she want them?
Amane saw, if only for a second, a much older Hikari, in a room much like this one, holding a small little blonde haired angel, smiling up at her... A house, with two small toddlers chasing each other on a Sunday afternoon... Watching the toddlers turn into something all their own, walking down all of lifers different aisles... And finally, an old bluenette holding hands with a silvery-blonde woman, sitting in American-like rocking chairs, watching two, or maybe three children running around a yard, four more older versions of them gathered on the porch, just smiling and talking and laughing the evening away...

But, just as quickly as it had flashed through her mind, it disappeared. She was only looking at Hikari now, moving involuntarily to her side and holding her hand. The tried their best to smile. Hikari's eyes told her that the blonde knew what she had seen- she had seen it too, and watch it just as quickly disappear. Something unspoken was taught between the two in their silence.

Maybe you might've never wanted it. Maybe you might've never considered it. But now that you can't have it...
You want it all the more.