Hanabira (A Naruto Fanfiction/Madara Love Story)

Chapter Nine: Quilt

Chapter Nine 

I opened my eyes. The candle had gone out a long time ago. Ninami had knew it went out, but she never said anything. She would just glance at it, as if asking me with her eyes to light it. But I would never answer her.

I still didn’t know where Kirian was, but I didn’t ask, because I was the only one who knew he even existed. Wasn’t I? The thought of him not around, and someone else knowing about him dragged me slowly down into a small depression. What would people do if the knew Kirian was here? What would Ninami do if she knew that Kirian was my brother? Would she call me a traitor even though the other day she called me her friend? Was I willing to tell her about that even though she might unfriend me and call me a traitor again?

After about a minute of nothing the door creaked open. I didn’t look, thinking it was Ninami.

When she didn’t speak right away or a moment after that, I looked up, my mouth slowly opening to ask her what was wrong, but I froze when I saw Izuna there. My body stiffened as he smiled. He smile had a nice a comforting feeling, but I wasn’t going to give in, because I knew it could turn cruel.

“Ninami said you didn’t look too good, so I thought I would maybe try and see what’s wrong. Plus I might of wounded you when I hit you...” He trailed off, seeming uncomfortable with saying he hit a girl.

“Thank you.” I whispered softly, turning my head back so I faced the opposite wall.

“Don’t mention it.” He said, as if literally meaning don’t mention it. Though, I didn’t question him about it, considering it wasn’t any of my business.

I only nodded.

“Could you stand up for me?” He asked, though it sounded more like an order. I nodded and stood. I was wobbly at first, but he placed his hands on my shoulders to keep me from falling. I gave him a small smile, thinking it was even nice enough to do this. “Can I see your right arm?” He asked. I looked down and gave him my arm.

His fingers trailed up and down it, checking from any signs of a bruise or fracture, but there was none. He asked for my other arm and did the same. Though when he pressed my on upper arm, just a couple inches to my shoulder, I winced as he pressed on the gash lightly. His eyebrows rise and he looked down at my arm, pushing lightly on to again, making me inhale sharply. I had almost forgotten about that. He hummed and then took a kunai out of his ninja bag. My eyes widened as he brought it close to my arm. Was he going to chop it off?! I tried to yank back my arm, but his grip tightened and I hissed in a breath again.

“I’m trying to help you.” He reminded gently. Then he placed the kunai on the fabric just above the cut and pushed down lightly. My sleeve easily ripped, but my arm was fine. I stared at him as he then ripped off my sleeve and threw it nonchalantly to the floor. I gawked at him then my sleeve that lied by my feet on the floor.

‘My sleeve!’ I thought in horror. ‘It was freezing in here at night, the sleeve was the only thing that didn’t get my cold!’

He said nothing about it, but then disappeared out of the room, closing and locking the door behind him.

Again I was in a dark room. But this was comforting like the little box in my mind. Nor was it close. In my box was warmth that a mother giving a child could only have. In this room was the chill of knowing you’re an unwelcome prisoner. Though they didn’t beat me, or hurt me in anyway, they sure made me feel alone, and unhappy. Ninami’s daily visits were most likely the highlight of my day.

But how would that last?

Was she always going to be here?

Come in here every day just to talk to me?