Bruised and Broken (An Ouran High School Fanfiction)

Almost A Date with an American

"Marionette, please, come here," Hidan's voice called from the other room. Marionette stood up off the couch, closing her book and walking into the other room where she saw Hidan with a pencil tucked behind his ear and a wide variety of fabrics in his hands.

"What's up with all this?" Marionette asked blankly.

"I've always wanted to be a designer, not a cop like my dad. Here, what's your opinion on these?" He held out a purple fabric that looked like it had glitter stuck in it. The other fabric looked like silk, a smooth, cool black. "Which one do you like more? The purple has more of a stretch to it than the black."

"They are both nice."

Hidan held them both up to her face. "Maybe both, hmm, I'll bring up something for your date tonight."

"I was just going to wear a t-shirt and some jeans. I've only had these clothes for less than a month." She walked out the room and back to the couch, tucking on of her legs under her. She had a pair of shorts on that were a soft sea green color, and a baggy sweater that was a mix between pink and blue, like cotton candy.

"True," Hidan said, tossing the fabrics to the side and following her out and onto the couch. Marionette watched him out the corners of her eyes, he was acting like a father, like she wasn't a complete stranger.

"Why are you so nice to me?" She said, averting her eyes back to her book.

He looked over at her as he sat down. "Well, I had a wife and a daughter."

"What happened to them?"

"Well, they both died. Someone had it out for me, wanted to hurt me." He looked over at the end table where a picture frame was standing. He picked it up and then handed it to Marionette. The frame was made of oak, and the glass was nicely polished so the picture underneath was visible. Hidan had his arm around a woman with dark brown hair. She had amber eyes and a bright smile on her face. She wore a white sun dress and had a white bag slung over her shoulder. She was holding a little girl who couldn't have been any older than eight. She had long blonde hair, like Hidan, which was pulled back into two pigtails. She had amber eyes like the woman and wore a white shirt with a light pink skirt that didn't go father than her knees.

"That was my wife, Yanaki, and my seven year old daughter, Sakura. They were my everything, when they died I...I couldn't cope. I started drinking, three six-packs every day. My captain was pained, seeing me in such a state. So he got me help, when he should've fired me."

He took the picture back and placed it back in it's spot. "So I never got to see my little girl grow up. Do I seem too fatherly to you?"

"Just a bit." Marionette looked down at her book again. "Huh?" She noticed two dark spots on the pages, then three, five. She felt her face with her hands, it was wet. "Tears? Why am I crying?" Her eyes started to sting, then her breath started getting caught in her throat. She started rubbing her eyes, only to cause more tears. Her caught breath started causing her to hiccup. "W-Why a-am I c-crying?" she repeated.

When her nose started sniffling, Hidan got up and ran into the kitchen, grabbing a handful of tissues. He returned to Marionette, handing her the soft white pieces of cloth. She took them and then held them up to her eyes, gently rubbing her eyes with one of them.

"Do you remember anything?" he asked with worry in his eyes.

She was about to answer when a quick picture flashed in the back of her mind. She couldn't see their faces, but, there was a man and a woman. The man had short, blond, curly hair and he wore a dark blue suit. The woman had short black, straight hair and she had a flower in her hair and she wore a black and red dress. They were holding a little white blanket, a piece of pink ribbon had fallen out of the blanket, making it visible from the outside.