𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 | 𝐤𝐧𝐲

穌 | revive

~仕始める~

Everything was blurry, and the only thing I could feel was pain. The only limb I could feel was my left leg, the leg that got completely blown off. Yushiro wasn't in the room, I had remembered him being here. I wonder how long I've been unconscious, I tried my best to sit up. Pins and needles and broken muscles had attacked me, making the back of my head fall on the pillow all over again.

The sticky taste of iron taunted my mouth as it's done many times before. I tried to cough the feeling out of my throat, only for my body to ache excruciatingly at the slightest movement. I let out a loud moan at my hindering soreness and inability to move. I can't think of a time where I've ever cried because I was in so much pain, even moments as a child I can't remember. Sobbing hurt, pulling my lips back and slightly shaking as I had cried my eyes out. It hurt, my pride and my body were in pain.

"Holy fuck!" Yushiro's footsteps were almost silent, "You woke up, oh thank god. Oh thank you..."

For some reason, a ringing in my ears prevented me from hearing certain vowels that had slipped from his lips. I couldn't do much but look up at him, his eyes were red and puffy.

Did I make him cry? I'm sorry.

"I don't think anybody saw you, but that was close. Too close!" his harsh tone was music to my ears, hearing his voice was magical to me.

I had adjusted my heavy eyes, forcing a smile on my face.

"Thank you, for taking such good care of me."

Yushiro released a breath of relief, glad to hear my scratchy voice.

He sighed, "Are you in any pain?"

"Yes, I can hardly move, and my mouth is bleeding," I had explained to him.

Yushiro nodded, "You have internal bleeding and just about every muscle in your body is shattered or bruised, you've been unconscious for a good week and a half. I've been giving you fluids for a while." he explained.

"Fluids?" I asked, demons don't exactly need to keep average hydration.

"Human Blood."

I hummed, and adjusted my gaze back to the ceiling above my head. Yushiro took my wrist and unplugged the port inside my nerves. Disconnecting the cable and the rattling of the iron of the tatami floors as he had rolled the fluid pole away from me.

"The Takeda family came over after the blast, I was trying to clean up the bloody mess you left all over the engawa. The story was that the smoke took an hour to clear and in that time you had time to run back here, I made it up at the spot as they interrogated me," Yushiro's scowl was bitter.

"I see," I mumbled, closing my eyes, "What time is it..?"

"Around 5pm."

I sighed, and had my body go completely limp. Time passed by quickly, drifting in and out of sleep. Every once in a while Yushiro would come just to look at me, I called him creepy and he told me to shut up. I like to think he was worried about me, he probably had to go through a lot of trouble for me.

It only took about a week before you were on my feet again. All the bruises and internal bleeding were just about gone, the speedy recovery was thanks to the generous amount of human blood that Yushiro had given to me.

Under normal circumstances I would be running and walking outside and away from the house running errands or just getting fresh air. Yushiro was being irrationally stubborn with keeping me inside. It was understandable at first, but now that I had been just about completely healed I only got more and more frustrated at his antics.

Some nice neighbours had left us gifts, mainly food or rations. White rice was completely scarce in our area, and for whatever reason I was craving it. I felt bloated, and more energetic than ever. I spent nights silently working out while Yushiro locked himself in his room as he usually did. Yushiro was usually always quiet to begin with but he was, worryingly quiet. At the very least he'd ask me to join him or join me himself, I wonder if he's mad at me...

With sweat glistening down my forehead and the back of my neck, I had walked over the room he distanced himself away in. Sliding the door open, he turned to me. His eyes were puffy and red.

He'd been crying.

Trying his best to wipe away his tear stained cheeks with a sour attitude, he scowled at me.

"Don't you know how to knock? What do you want?"

I sighed, I was tempted to sit down and ask him what's wrong. Knowing him he'd just push me away and claim he was just peachy.

I hesitated to speak, "I want to know the details of the latest transfusion run," he had flinched almost.

"I don't want you to go. You're still hurt." his voice was soft, hardly audible.

"You'll become dangerous if I don't get it to you, and I don't want you to be in any pain or discomfort either." I explained, my tone seemed harsh.

Yushiro argued back, "I'll be fine."

"No."

"Shut the fuck up!"

I visibly shook at the sudden raise of his voice, "You're being dumb and irresponsible, you're still hurt so you're not going!"

After a few moments of silence I snapped back, "I'm not some dumb little girl anymore, stop treating me like im some pathetic and vulnerable creature!"

He tried to speak again but I had interrupted him, "You have no right to tell me what I can and cannot do! You're not my guardian of any kind, stop pretending you are!"

Heavy breathing filled the room, my cheeks were rosy from my rising blood pressure in my body.

"No, you're not a delicate creature," Yushiro started, "You're dumb, naive, and ignorant. You're nothing different than a small child who can't sing the ABC's yet. That's why you stepped on that bomb, because you're too busy inside your own head to recognize what's going on."

Something inside me seemed to break when he said that, is that only what he ever saw in me?

He sighed, shifting his attention on to the blotches on colored canvas in front of him, "The transfusion is said to come from Hiroshima's Memorial Hospital. Just say you're Tamayo Nakamura's errand runner and they should give you what you need."

"I thought I was just a dumb kid who can't do anything right." I said in a sour voice.

Yushiro laughed, "You are, so when you come back I can make fun of you for getting lost."

I couldn't help but playfully laugh and kick at him. He's not half wrong, I am ignorant and like a child at some times. It's all part of my character as a living being, if Yushiro really did hate me he would've thrown me out already.

A warm feeling filled my chest, but that sour feeling was still there.

Does Yushiro just see me as a child?

~終了~

a/n: hi so im on official hiatus haha,, there's a lot of family stuff going on right now and i kind of want to take some time off for myself, my deepest apologies and yes i will continue to update both of my books!