News.Part 1.

OIHA

Why did you do this?
It isn't humiliating enough to be found out by you of ALL people but to have HER involved.

You are unexpectedly cruel.
Jealous i adore and that is the only reason why i helped you with the slippers but this?

You are cruel Arata.

I am keeping my head down as she walks in,not only her but with that IDIOT who would sooner waste a promising,rich life being with a girl that would sooner wreck a life than do anything to fix it

She never once even tried to make things right with him.

"What happened?"

She barely looks at me for longer than a second at first until she see's my hands then her attention swivels from Arata to me and I scoff,trying to get up and out but Arata puts a hand gently on top of my uninjured wrist.
Stopping me cold but it shouldn't.

How many more reminders do i need to get the point that my step dad is right.

"You are a trash dump of a girl.All you have is a great pair up top and nothing else.Do you really think that beyond the few bits of coin you get fixing clothes and dressing like you do at school will get you anything but  unzipped pants and a hostess job?
Forget it.That boy you yearn so hard for only wants what he can not have.Same as your brainless self is....Fools,both of you."

But for all that.
I want to hope that maybe...
Maybe.

"Oiha..I am so sorry...Let me try to-"
"No.Okay.No.I hate you and you hate me,let us be honest and not kid ourselves because eye candy is in close proximity.You and i are not destined for anything beyond hate.I am only here because he made me."
"When does anyone make you do anything Oiha?"

Her comment hit hard as she walks off fast,Arata is saying something about both kinds of ointment creams while Kenshin.

He looks at me like he is deciding something but remains word-less as Arata follows after Her,then does Kenshin have a moment of being distracted.

"Do you think you can beat years of knowing,talking,sharing and on his part not caring a wink if he is really loved as hard back?Think again."
"You are really in love with him.Aren't you?"

I start so hard.
I am not sure if it is his words or that just then did She take the moment of my being distracted to put on the disinfectant.

"Really!?"

She looks at me almost hard but her eyes will not leave my hand that now Arata takes in his.My biting retort is at a standstill when he does this.

I watch as She hands him ointments.
Feel how Arata has such a swift but gentle touch as he cleans my hand,every single cut as though it were on a baby so gentle enough that i barely feel it.
It does not even hurt because i feel it for once.

Each gentle wiping of my cuts.
The slow and methodical way he applies the ointment.
Even just wrapping a bandage felt so much like..Like.

Love.

It is a starving feeling for me but i take every bite as slowly as i can because i would endure that devil cutting my hands to useless shreds of muscle, if it meant i could have this afterwards.

She sees this all over my face but i really do not care now.
GOD please let me have this.

"Oiha,you need to come with me into my room."
"Why?"

My words bite enough that Arata startles and almost says something but looks at my hand and stops himself.
Forever her i see.

Always her.

"You are bleeding,your waist and..elsewhere."
She,whispers to me.

I am mortified.
I am rising as quickly as i can but do not make it past Arata's arm which caught me mid fall and i would rather stay here but i hate to say this.
She is right,that witch.

I nod to her,She signals both of them to turn away and she takes my arm,i with all the disdain i can muster accept it and walk alongside her into her den of hatefulness.

My feet are(hate to admit it.)met by the most plush carpet in my whole life.

Her walls are plastered with posters of old heroes,music groups(Kaoru orange?How old are you?Not one hot idol...oh I see it now.)And books are neatly lined up on a shelf by a small handmade desk with engraved names and dates on it.

"My dad made it for my eighth birthday.I am too tall for it and do not care.He put engravings of all my favorite heroes,battles and-"
"Enough!'

She pauses,my biting tone actually startled me too, but I do not back down now we are alone and no glasses wearing hero is near me.

"Fine.Help me with...the problem but it cannot be expected of you to help anyone else anyway so why bother with chatting!"

She eases me onto her bed,I am shocked given my..situation and she pulls out a pair of jeans and a blue idol T-shirt,why do we both have to like Keijyo Makanochi?

Then I notice it...
I can not believe this.

That is a pair of jeans and shirt I made.
She bought them??

"Take off your shirt,lets tend to your wound first.Okay?I have supplies for the other matter...okay."

I...
I.

"You actually bought my clothes?"

She holds them in her hands,looks to me when I look at them hard then back to her clothes and back again.

"I had no idea they were yours but yes.I love them,I don't have loads of money and I like supporting when I can."
"Then...why didn't you help my brother when he pleaded for your forgiveness and help to get out of jail?Huh!?Why...why didn't you respond to even ONE LETTER HE SENT?!So good,so perfect you why not huh!?"

She is stunned.

"What are you talking about??"

How dare her!

I try to rise but fall backwards onto her cherry blossom bedspread,another work of mine and yell which makes my side pound in pain.

"MY BROTHER SENT YOU LETTER AFTER LETTER IN APOLOGY AND YOU DID NOTHING,NOTHING AT ALL!LEFT ME ALL ALONE WITHOUT  MY ONLY HOPE,LEFT ME ALL ALONE WITH A DEVIL THAT BEATS ME WHERE NO ONE CAN SEE AND TEARS UP MY ONLY MEANS OF GETTING OUT OF THERE,HE FEELS ME UP AND CALLS ME TRASH AND I CAN NEVER LEAVE!SO...'what am I talking about?'YOU WRECKED MY LIFE OVER ONE BAD CHOICE HE MADE.....Wrecked it....."