Deeper Than the Knife

Chapter 9- What's a play-date?

I didn't get home until after 1 in the morning. I had cuts on my arms, legs, and one on my cheek. Some of the wounds had glass in them, and they hurt like hell.

As I stumbled into the living room through the secret doorway, I was so shocked to see Yukino standing in front of the hidden doorway that I almost fell down the secret hidden stairs. Yukino grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the stairs, though so I didn't fall down them. She closed the door and pulled the table over the door, then she started pushing me into the bathroom-it hurt a shit ton. Couldn't she be more gentle? Please?

She sat me on the edge of the bathtub and shower, angrily grabbing a wet wash cloth and tweezers. I was still confused as to why she was up, and why she was so pissed. 

"Why are you covered in glass?" She demanded. She sat next to me and rolled up my sleeves, I hissed in pain as a response. 

"The doors were locked, metal doors by the way, and the stupid windows didn't open." I explained, hissing every couple of words as Yukino treated my wounds. "So I threw a chair at the window, and jumped out." 

Yukino let out a frustrated groan, she looked like she wanted to bang her head against the wall. Hey, I was the one covered in glass, if anyone gets to groan it would be me. 

"Hey, at least I didn't jump out the window without breaking it first." 

She mumbled something in Japanese under her breath, I could only hear a few words; stupid, idiotic, dangerous, why, etc... Yeah, I didn't expect anything different, lets be honest here. 

"Did you at least complete the mission?" She asked, she sounded tired. I hope she didn't stay up all this time. I mean, why would she?

"Of course I did." I debating telling her that I had, in fact, killed all of them. But she might yell at me, so I won't. 

She finished treating my arm wounds, placing bandages on top. She ordered me to face her, I only hesitated a little, and she leaned closer to work on the cut on my cheek. 

She was so close, I could feel her breath on my face. Her gentle hands carefully worked on my wound. I stared at her beautiful ice blue eyes, that were filled with concentration. Her light brown skin had little imperfections on it-but it just made her more beautiful, less the perfect ice queen and more real. Her long black and ice blue hair was pulled up in a bun, but strands of hair fell free into her face. Her lips-oh hell her lips-were half plump, not small but not full either. Somewhere in the middle. They were chapped, I could see the places where she had picked at the skin, causing her lips to bleed. I wanted to kiss them. 

I had apparently kept moving backwards-I honestly couldn't tell-because Yukino grabbed my chin and muttered, "stop moving, Charlotte." I think I died, just a little. 

When I woke up, I didn't want to wake up. Sleep was the only escape from my annoying thoughts and feelings about Yukino. 

There were times when she was a heartless ice queen, but then she had moments where she was so gentle and warm. Why did she have to be so damn confusing? She was so beautiful, and surprisingly warm at times. Last night, she was so gentle, I could still feel where her fingertips touched my skin. She just-made my heart do back flips. Stupid heart. I didn't want to know why my heart did does stupid back flips whenever she was in the room, I didn't want to think about me falling for the ice queen Yukino. 

"Charlotte, I swear that if you don't get up now, I'll turn you into an ice sculpture." See, there's the mean, cold ice queen Yukino. 

"I'm going, just stop being so cold." I muttered, sitting up in pain. I was feeling the pain from those damn glass wounds.