Chapter 5 .:. Protective Circle? .:.
"You knew that something like this was going to happen, didn't you, Tsubasa?"
"Really, Tsubasa! You were too rough with her! Look, she has bruises on her wrist!"
"Well...if she didn't struggle with Akahito when we told her to come with us, she wouldn't have gotten any bruises..."
"Oh, shut up, you dolt! If you were her, would you have gone willingly with some strange guy with hair that looked straight out of some comic book? I swear, for the Head Boy of Kaisei, you can be so stupid some times!"
Slowly, but surely, I came back into awareness and back into my body. Covers...warm. My hand reached out and I felt the luxurious feel of silk come in contact with my hand.
"Hey! She moved!"
A soft hand closed over my forehead, no doubt feeling for fever, and although I could've just said that I was alright, I didn't want to say anything yet. I liked the feel of the hand on my forehead...soft and somewhat...protective. I hadn't felt this way ever since my father was died...no, murdered.
That thought brought me back to reality...opened my eyes with a jolt. And locked eyes with Tsubasa's startling green eyes...our faces only a few inches away from each other.
I asked the only thing that came to my mind.
Smiling wryly, he shook his head. It was the first "real" smile that I had seen from him as of yet...and I knew at that moment that I had probably gone insane. How else would the thought "So...beautiful" come to my mind when his father killed both of my parents just to suit his own needs? Yeah...I had to have gone insane. That was the only reason for the peaceful and beautiful symmetry of his face to make my heart skip a beat.
"No. Genetic defeat." His hand fell away from my forehead and I felt faintly disappointed as he pulled away, allowing me to the see the other people in the room as well as my location.
"Hitomi!" A blurred form from the foot of the massive, four-poster canopied bed launched itself at me and I winced as it settled itself heavily on my legs.
Ayame hugged me tight and I wondered briefly what was going to kill me first: my ribs breaking one after another from her hold, or from strangulation.
"Ayame..." I managed to gasp and thankfully, she let go of me, although she was still sitting on my legs.
"I was so worried about you!" She cried out theatrically, but my eyes were on Tsubasa, following him as he turned his back to me and walked out of the room. And a massive room it was...at least three-times the size of my bedroom which was now non-existant. The room was only stocked with the bar nessacities; a bed, dresser, two doors that probably led to a closet and the bathroom, a small writing desk set by the bed and a small ottoman and armchair stationed next to the French windows which were currently covered by thick, black velvet curtains, making it impossible for me to discern if it was night or day. There was a lamp by the bed, switched on, and I had to ask myself...how long was I unconscious?
There was another girl sitting by the side of the bed and as my eyes fell upon her, she smiled at me. She was very pretty with a heart-shaped face and long black hair that was braided as a coronet around her head.
"Hi...my name is Kanae!"
"Ah...the youngest sister..." I said, more to myself than anyone else, but she heard and nodded. "Yep...that would be me."
I turned back to Ayame who had (thank god because she was pretty heavy for such a small girl) gotten off my legs and had stationed herself next to Kanae.
"Where am I?"
"Well...we can't tell you the location exactly...but all we can say is that we're about 45 minutes away from Tokyo." said Kanae and Ayame nodded.
Quirking a brow, I sat up in bed, feeling the wooden headboard press against my back, as if to reassure me that something solid was behind me and i wasn't going to fall flat on my back at any moment.
"Really? And why is that, Kanae?"
Ayame spoke up then. "It's because we're not too sure of where this place is either. Our mother found this place for you to hide."
"Yes. Our father is still looking for you."
"Looking for me?" I was starting to sound like an echo.
"Er...yeah...and I just want to say that we'll protect you with our lives! It's not right for Dad to do this but no matter what we says, he never listens! He just launches into his stupid lecture of only the strong survive and blah, blah, blah..." Ayame trailed off for a moment but then a smile of determination crossed her lips. "Well, no matter. I'll still protect you!"
"Right...and exactly how do you propose to that? Counter bullets with your theory of life and death?" asked Tsubasa sardonically, as he walked back into the room with a glass of orange juice balanced on a silver tray.
Ayame stuck her tongue out at him and Kanae laughed. I felt like an intruder in this scene of a "Kodak moment" and so I tried to slide back into bed without drawing any attention to myself. Of course, Tsubasa had to see me.
Setting the tray on my lap, he waved toward the juice.
I did and suddenly, I was self-conscious at the way I was drinking the juice as all three of them stared at me until I finished the entire glass.
"Er...can I help you with anything?" I asked quietly, setting the glass back on the tray.
"Kanae, take the tray back to the kitchen and go back home with Ayame. Mother wants you both home by seven and it's already six. Sumitomo and Kenji are waiting for you two." said Tsubasa and shoved the tray into his youngest sister's hands.
"Eh?! We have to go now? But she just woke up!" chorused the two girls and Tsubasa glared at them.
"Leave. Don't make Father suspicious. He already knows that you're best friends with Hitomi and he'll think you had something to do with her disappearence. Got it?" Tsubasa took the seat by the side of the bed that Kanae had vacated.
"How come you get to stay? That's not fair!" whined Ayame and he cut her off with another glare.
"It doesn't matter if I'm home or not. He'll just think I'm staying with my friends." said Tsubasa nonchalantly and Ayame fumed.
"Not if he calls your friends and finds out that you're not with anyone of them." she countered and he quirked a brow. I, on the other hand, was having trouble trying to follow this exchange of theirs.
"Has he ever actually called any of my friends when I didn't bother coming home? Most of the time when I said that I was with my friends, I just stayed out at bars and slept at hotels. Remember that one time when I was out for an entire week. Remember what Father said?"
Ayame grudgedly shook her head.
"What did he say?"
She sighed. "He said "Ah...you were gone? Make sure to keep in touch, however. That's what he said."
Tsubasa nodded. "Yes. That's what he said."
"But that's still not fair, though. Hitomi is my best friend, not yours!"
By this time, I was starting to feel like a toy being fought over by two children.
"Please...you don't have to argue...I'll be fine, really..." I protested but neither of them paid anymind to whatever I was saying. I could've probably strangled myself at that moment and they still wouldn't have noticed.
"If you don't go, he's going to ask Mother where you and Kanae are and you ought to know by now that Mother never was able to lie."
At that, Ayame deflated like a balloon that had been popped by a needle. "Oh...fine...whatever."
And with a wave and a "See you tommorrow, Hitomi!" she and Kanae left.
Of course...that left me with Tsubasa.
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