The Butterfly Effect [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 2.04 ー The Waitress

"What happened?" The sight of blood made me frantic, and I couldn't help it. I still can't. "Why are you bleeding? Were you assaulted?"

"Calm down, Fox. Death doesn't loom over me so easily. I mean, this is the first time I've been stabbed before, but you know what they say. Wait, what do they say? Es gibt kein entkom..."

So, there we were. Hibiki muttering nonsense in another language, Jun was nothing but dumbfounded, and I had some very real complaints to issue. My worry overcame how agitated I was.

Hibiki's hair was as wild as his eyes; severe dark circles marred his normally collected expression. I didn't notice those earlier.

He seized up Jun with the kind of scrutiny that made even me relieved I wasn't on the receiving end of his look.

"You can use my room. I-I don't sleep in a bed anyway." Jun swallowed hard, feeling the full force of Hibiki's wrath, and the complexity of the situation. I know because I'd felt it too.

"Yes, right, okay, sure." Hibiki mumbled. Couldn't even decide on a response. He stepped towards me, and I heaved his arm around my shoulders before he could trip on a misplaced shoe. "Y'know, I've never actually been afraid of dying before now,"

I gritted my teeth. He weighed much more then he looked. "Is that so?"

Jun pushed the door to his room open, and I could see how barrenly simple it was. It's like no one lived there. White bed, wooden floors, nightstand, a sepia closet bursting with clothes, and a small hand mirror. I almost dreaded to see what the guest room looked like. There weren't even any plants. Everything just cluttered the living room.
There was one window on the far side of the room, if the phrase 'far side' is even appropriate for such a small room, with pale blue curtains. The only dash of color in such a dull space.

"Do you just stuff everything into your wardrobe?"

"Yes," Jun sighed.

"That's weird, even for me," Hibiki chimed, before treading out of my reach, and collapsing onto the bed, face first. He
sighed with relief, after turning his head to the side. "Sora, dammit, it's been three days sleeping in the woods. Three days. My everything is sore. Could I have my cloak back?

I was grateful to get rid of that ominous veil, and Jun interrupted, "I'm going to go buy some, um, medicine. I don't even know what you organics use, medical kits?"

"That would be lovely," I assured him.

He rushed out the door, grabbing his scarf, and stumbling on the very misplaced shoe that Hibiki would have tripped lon. Guilt finally arose, and I remembered Jun didn't want a thing to do with us in the first place. It was too late now.

I turned to Hibiki, who stared at me through a tired wink. His horns poked at the fabric of the pillow.

"This is beautiful. Deja vu, eh?" Hibiki grinned. "I have a worried-as-ever Fox watching over my bedside before we part ways and I tear someone's limbs off. Well, minus that last part. I may need to lie down for some time. I wonder where that robot got off to anyway..."

"Stupid, you're putting pressure on your wounds."

"You don't usually speak to me like that. You're usually all sweet and such, Vixen."