The Delinquent Next Door

Another One Bites The Dust

You hated him. You hated him so bad, yet you couldn't bring yourself to feel that way, especially not when he's half dead on your couch.

"What the hell were you thinking?! Do you know how worried I was? Did you think this was a joke? You don't say anything to me this whole day, stand me up, and then show up to my door when you're already halfway to Hell?!" You screamed, choking in between sobs as you hit Hanma in his arm with every question you threw at him.

He groans with every blow you dealt him in response, causing you to hit him harder as you yelled.

"You think this is funny?!" you barked, eyes wide as you shot up from where you had sat next to Hanma after patching him up.

Hanma sighs in relief, quickly making himself comfortable on your couch as he positions himself to lay his sore, aching body to the side as he stretches his long, lanky legs on the spot where you had originally sat. He doesn't glance at you at all and without a single response he turns his back to face you while pulling up the dirty comforter stained with the now dry, brown stain of his blood.

You scoffed, shaking your head slightly and crossing your arms of your chest. It felt like you could explode any minute. As if being stood up and forced with the responsibility of saving his ungrateful life wasn't enough.

Life was nothing but a time loop. Something that meant nothing to everyone else but you.

Then there was that sudden wave of deja vu crashing down on you as you stood there for a minute with your glaring watery e/c eyes staring in the mirror of Hanma's back.

"Do you think I am a joke to you?" you say through gritted teeth. "I don't know what is going on in that crazy head of yours but I am not your guardian angel that you can summon whenever you feel like it!"

Once again, he gave you no response.

There was a burning in your throat, as if you could spit fire. You drop your arms and ball your fists at your sides, biting down on your bottom lip as you try to swallow another sob down as tears pricked at your eyes.

He was nothing but trouble. Trouble that you've dealt with before and could never get rid of.

You walk over to his relaxed figure, stopping mere inches from his body to the point where you are towering over him. Your hand shook and in one swift motion, raised your balled fists up before bringing them down to hit his side.

But, before you could even land a hit, there were two slender hands gripping both your wrists, stopping them mid-way.

You stare at the living room carpet, droplets of salty tears staining dark drops below you as they cascade down your cheeks.

"Why..." you whispered hoarsely, "why can't you understand that the things you do affects the people around you. Why don't you understand that the problems that you bring and force on people--that you force on me--aren't just yours to deal with?"

Your tense shoulders slump with a heavy weight along with your once balled fists slowly relaxing and falling limp in his hold.

"You're so selfish, and always looking for trouble, and I bet you think that at the end of the day there's no harm done and that you're the only one who has to deal with the problems that tags along with you but that's not true at all because the moment there's an issue, you rope others into it and expect them to deal with it too."

Slowly, you lift your head up, bitter eyes once again setting upon Hanma, only this time your met with his apathetic gaze. You stare into his yellow orbs, hoping to find some sort of sign that the words you spoke was registering in that jailed mind of his. Hoping that if you searched long enough, you could see a trace that he cared about what you said, how you felt, how much you were hurting because of how he was acting.