"You're a disgrace to the family!"
"You're an eyesore..."
"Useless!"
"What's with that face of yours.. gross..."
"Why are you even born?"
Kimura gasped and sits upright from whatever he was on. His breathing was hard and fast. He stroke the surface of whatever he was on, he feels mixed of fluf and soft sensation. He was on a bed and he is currently wearing a white plain pajamas and white long pants. He is also in a rather small room with grey walls with wooden floorings and wooden floorings.
"Where am I...?" He looked around the room. He suddenly feel a sting to the head as he grunted while holding his head. He took a look at his hands and realized that both of them got covered by bandages all the way to his arm.
"My arm..."
The door beside him opened and reveals a woman with a braid white hair and purple eyes. She also wears a fern sweater and long dark skirt.
"Oh my, you're finally awake." The woman spoke with a smile.
'Now I'm feeling a major Deja Vu hearing that word...' He thought.
"Uhm... who you might be?" He asked.
"Ah, where are my manners. I'm Alina Zaychik." She introduced herself, putting her one hand on her chest.
'She looks familiar. Wait...'
"You're Alexander's wife, am I right?"
"Mhm, that's right. He brought you in with those injuries." She replied.
"I see."
All of the sudden, she wrapped her arms around him and embrace him with her body.
Kimura is obviously taken aback as he widened his eyes in surprised. But his expression soon changed as he felt water pouring down on his shoulder. Is she crying..?
"Uhm... Mrs. Alina?"
"Thank you... For rescuing my husband..." She embraced him more tightly, He can feel her sobbing also.
"No, No. I'm also grateful. If it weren't for him I'd be a goner too." He said, his breathing is a little bit narrowed. Still sobbing in his arms. He didn't know what to do about this, so he let her be like this for awhile.
"Uhm... Mrs. Alina. I can't breathe..."
"Ah! I'm very sorry! Did I squeeze you too tight?" She hastily let him go with a slight blush.
"I'm fine." He replied before looking over the pajamas he's wearing.
"Who's pajamas is this?" He asked.
"Oh, that's mine." She said with a smile.
He frozed. Colors began to fade from him.
"I couldn't find the right size for you. Alexander's one too big."
"Heh... is that so..." He simply said.
"But it fits you!" She clapped both of her hands while smiling.
"Yes..." He expressionlessly replied.
"By the way, where is he right now?" His color began to regain as he inquired.
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Commander Hours [Punishing Gray Raven Fan-Fiction]
RandomEvery commander has their story.