Shadows Are Where Secrets Thrive

Part 2: I'm Not A Little Girl

The door opens and you see a very sketchy person walk out of it. He was holding onto his side but you couldn't make out any features he had. He was taller than you but his hood and his dark clothing and red scarf.

"I was just leaving," he said with a deep voice that was extremely intimidating. He pushes past you and didn't get very far before falling and passing out. You run over to him and check his pulse. You were caught by surprise when you notice he was covered in fur. The fur was an extraordinary color. It was black but like a raven silky kind of black. You push his hood off and noticed you weren't talking to a person but a...monkey? It didn't matter to you because you buy your favorite noodles from a pig but it was just a surprise because the only human-like monkey you knew about was the Monkey King and this was not him.

You lift the stranger and dragged him onto the couch before addressing his wounds from God knows what. You were quick to notice blood coming from his nose and forehead. He also busted his lip. These were only minor compared to what you were dreading. His hand rested on his side and when you moved it you noticed most of his clothing wasn't drenched from the rain but his blood. This was going to be tough to fix. You were quick to undress him and run to a cabinet to get your first aid kit that had a little more than just first aid stuff.

You pour alcohol on the wound noticing twitching from the pain on his face but he appeared to still be out. You shoved gauze after gauze into the wound to do your best to stop the bleeding which was surprisingly not too hard to do.

"This is going to hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me and I just wanted to say sorry," you whisper knowing he had no clue you apologized. It was more so you would be at peace of mind after shoving a needle in and out of his skin with no pain medicine. Before you knew it you were done patching him up. You pat your forehead with your shirt. You were so focused that you ended up sweating a lot.

Whatever he went through had to be hard you thought as you go to grab a blanket from the one-bedroom in the dojo that was upstairs. I will stay here for tonight because he is still asleep and I don't trust him to not steal something you think as you lay down next to the couch. He looks like a person that would steal something.

You yawn as you say, " but he is still very handsome," you fall asleep before you could see the mischievous grin cross his face from your comment.

You wake up the next day feeling something around your leg that was ticklish. You freak out and jump from wherever you were scared it was a bug. Before noticing it was the strange monkey's tail. He was still asleep which wasn't surprising saying it was only 7:30 am. You get a closer look at him noticing how defined his muscles were even though he had fur covering them. His bushy eyebrows didn't even look bad with his facial features. You're mesmerized by the crimson red marking on his face around his eyes, it resembling a masquerade mask. Red was your favorite color but a nice crimson red like on his face was your favorite shade which you can never find anywhere. You go to touch his fur which looked soft but before you reached it his bright yellow eyes open and before you know it you're pinned to the ground. Your head was shoved to the floor and arms forced behind your back.

"Who are you, where am I?" he said with a growl. You quickly countermoved, twisting to were how he had you pinned, and got on top of him. His face was shocked by the sudden change.

"First, you should be thankful because I patched you up, and secondly, I let you crash in my place and didn't even kick you back out into the rain," you say while scowling at him.

"That was a choice you made so it has nothing to do with me," he snaps back while throwing you off of him and across the dojo. Quickly you get back up to your feet feeling your body ache from hitting the wall. There was no second attack though when you look back towards where he was you notice him grabbing his side where you had stitched. He must have ripped them open you thought as you walk towards him. His face was in pain and his eyes were darting around the room like a scared animal. He noticed you approaching him and then stood up straight with that stupid smile he always had on his face. He opened his mouth probably about to say a stupid remark but you interrupt him.

"You reopened your wound, sit down so I can restitch it," you point to the coach that he was asleep on before.

"I'm a demon, I don't need a little girl to help," he scowls while walking towards the door. He leaves before you can stop him.

"If you ever do need this GIRL to help you, you know where to find me!" you yell outside hoping he heard you. Little girl, I'm not a little girl you think as you stomp your way back inside and plop down on the couch. " I was just trying to be nice and help him," you say under your breath while you turn the tv on.