Kenshin jerked awake, breath rattling in his lungs, ice racing over his skin. The darkness was everywhere. A warm breath against the back of his neck made tension knot along his spine. He pushed himself up and looked over, seeing a pale face, long dark hair spread out. His heart jumped, his hand trembled, and he realized it was Megumi.
Megumi.
God.
Kenshin pushed a hand through his hair. His phone started to buzz, rattling against the concrete. He picked it up so that it wouldn't wake her and carefully stood. His shoulder aching, still hot, but he was healing. That was good.
He made sure the comforter was securley tucked around her before feeling his way to the janitor's closet. It was even darker in here. Colder. The water was dripping and he could just make out the barest outline of the sink. The phone buzzed in his hand and he flicked it open and then realized with a horrid, sinking feeling that it wasn't his. A text message from Hiroko waited.
Whoever has this. My brother is dead.
Kenshin shut the phone and slammed it to the floor, hearing it clatter away into the darkness and buzz again, weakly, a dying thing. He wanted to crush it. (Like you do everything else?) Kenshin punched the wall then twisted on the freezing water, splashing his face, feeling the icy fingers trail down his neck.
(You made the blood rain fall)
"I know," he murmured, scrubbing his fingers through his hair. "Shut up!"
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Date: 2012-04-19 05:36 am (UTC)Megumi.
God.
Kenshin pushed a hand through his hair. His phone started to buzz, rattling against the concrete. He picked it up so that it wouldn't wake her and carefully stood. His shoulder aching, still hot, but he was healing. That was good.
He made sure the comforter was securley tucked around her before feeling his way to the janitor's closet. It was even darker in here. Colder. The water was dripping and he could just make out the barest outline of the sink. The phone buzzed in his hand and he flicked it open and then realized with a horrid, sinking feeling that it wasn't his. A text message from Hiroko waited.
Whoever has this. My brother is dead.
Kenshin shut the phone and slammed it to the floor, hearing it clatter away into the darkness and buzz again, weakly, a dying thing. He wanted to crush it. (Like you do everything else?) Kenshin punched the wall then twisted on the freezing water, splashing his face, feeling the icy fingers trail down his neck.
(You made the blood rain fall)
"I know," he murmured, scrubbing his fingers through his hair. "Shut up!"