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Friend, Foe, or Stalker?
I wake up probably several hours later. My head feeling like it's about to split open it hurts so much. I reach up and touch it. I can feel a deep gouge on the side of my forehead. Look at my hand, now red after doing so. I'm bleeding immensely. And for some reason, I'm hearing rock music. Where's it coming from? All I see is red, the blood has covered my eyes. My body is painful all over. I try to sit up, but without avail. I'm shoving myself up when a hand on my chest forces me back down. A cold wash clothe begins gently wiping my face, washing the blood off. A needle starts running through my skin. I don't feel it since I was already in pain from something much worse. Skin pulls closer together. Some one is stitching my wound. Blurred vision finally focuses. I see the face hanging over me. Short white hair, no shirt or over coat on though. What's he doing?! He tried to kill me before, and now he's stitching me back together?! What gives?! Why didn't he just leave me do die on the pavement like the mutt I am?!
I try to speak. Grunts that are not even a language come out. Don't tell me I've got brain damage!!! Then his voice. "Take it easy kid. You've got a pretty nasty cut on your head there. You should rest for a while." Still confused....I continue to talk. "Why....did you...do... that...you...son of a..!?!" I tried to say through a raspy voice. "I thought you'd bee fine, your a half demon for Pete's sake!" Angry. "Well...even a....demon...is going to.....get hurt from a.....seventy foot fall.....on their head!!!" I wheezed. A small laugh from him. I sit up, feeling much better than before. "Where are we? And what's this song playing?! I love it!!" I say, my voice finally returning.
"We're at my store across town, and this song that's playing, one of my favorites by the way, Pretty Handsome Awkward by The Used." He grabbed my arm and helped me up. Even though I was feeling a lot better than I was, my legs wobbled terribly and just didn't want to support the rest of me. It took at least ten minutes before I could stand on my own.
"Now if you don't mind, who the heck are you and when can I leave?" I said after I finally regained my balance. He sat down behind an old desk and kicked his feet up on it and started biting into an apple. "The name's Dante, don't wear it out. You can leave anytime you want, but I suggest not going alone." Finally, some answers! Dante, the major butthead who tried to kill me, then saved my life, and is now hanging out in a dump of a building. The place was falling apart, not to mention the heads of weird demons and creatures hanging on the walls! Trophies from his victories I guess. Glad my head's not up there right now. "You should really let me 'escort' you home. Your in bad condition and this is a pretty nasty part of town. So whatdya say babe? No hard feelings?" Anger floods through me. "I just met you Dante! Don't you be calling me Babe or I might just give you a matching cut like mine!" Guh, could he please put his shirt back on?! Jeez, it's like he just after he tried to kill me, now he's trying to flirt with me!!! Not much of a ladies man in my book with that description! But he had a point. I am in no condition to be traveling alone in the dark in a neighborhood filled with crime. I agreed to his offer to escort me back to Delila's house, only under the circumstances that he put his overcoat back on and he stay at least ten feet behind me. Can't be too careful now. We exit through the front door. I look at the big sign in front of his building." 'Devil May Cry'. "Nice name for a store." I thought sarcastically.
Leaping across the rooftops again. Slowing my pace a little in case my body decided to collapse due to my large blood loss. Using my sense of smell to guide me back home through the unfamiliar neighborhood. Pretty easy to pick up Delila's scent. I'm not far. I wonder if she's still with the others. The scent was weaker than it would be if she were here, so she probably is still back there. Better not let Dante the Devil here get to close to the house in case he decides he wants to 'meet the family' or discovers the well outback.
Twenty minutes. We're back on my side of town. I stop. I turn to Dante. "I can get home from here ok, it's not that far. You can go now." I told him. Suspiciously slow to answer. "Sure, ok. By the way, I never caught your name there." Sure he may have been the one who caused me to get hurt, but he also saved me. So I guess a name is a half decent reward. "Kimiko Fudo." And I turned back around and headed back for home, leaving Dante standing there in the pink and blue light of early morning.
Back at the house. I don't go in. I instead sneak around to the back, deciding to go back to the feudal era. Rustling behind me. I like to the tree behind me. The silhouette of a person. Is that Dante? Why did he follow me?! I blink. It's gone. Huh, must've been imagining it. I did take a pretty hard blow to the head after all. But what if he was there? Ran off when he knew I saw him? I'm a little suspicious of him. Hopefully I'll never meet him again. I jump down the well and into the other world.
Popping back out of the well. The sun is finally up. My friends are in the field next to the edge of the forest, next to the path to the village. They run to me when they see me. "Kimiko! Where have you been?" Miroku asked. "Ya, we waited up all night for you, but you never showed!" Sango added. "You shouldn't make me worry like that! And just for that...Kimiko, SIT!!!" Delila shouted. Crashing to the ground. Immense searing pain in my head after smashing my wound into the dirt. Cry out in pain. Worries from the others. The beads have never really hurt me before, it just irritated me a lot. But with a shout like that they began pulling me up and checking my beads over. Did they grow in power? No Stupid! My head hurts, and pain plus more pain equals double the pain! Who are such smart people?!
Delila was the first to find it. "Kimiko!!! How on earth did you get a cut like that?! How did you stitch it?! What happened?!?!?!" She questioned, very concerned. "I had the worst night of my life! That's what!" I grunted. "Let's see....I saved a guy from being shot and stabbed to death by gang bangers. Then ran into a stupid, dumb, sexy, arrogant demon. He was almost exactly like Inuyasha now that you mention it, except for the sexy part of course." Angry shouts from him, laughs from the others. I start explaining what happened exactly in more detail. Names of the people, my 'ninja skills' in beating the gang, etc. And I continued explaining my exciting, terrible night until the sun had began to sink low in the sky.
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