�The shower�s running. Why is the shower running?
Fuck, my head hurts.
I bury my face in my pillow, to ward away the morning light and consider pulling the comforter I�m curled under over my head to assist in the task. My first thought is that Bladen must be here, because who else would be in my shower as if they belonged there? But then things halfway click into reality and I twist around and sit up with a jolt.
Bladen can�t be here. He still unconscious back at Raidien and under the careful surveillance of Tai and Tao. Has been the last two days. So then�
�You�re finally up,� Hiro stands in the doorway shirtless, toweling his hair dry, �but you don�t remember what happened at all, do you?� I can�t even answer. This is all a horrible joke, right? Or a nightmare. I�ll be waking up any second now�
Right?
�I�ll take that as �no,�� he says with a smirk, �and you wouldn�t believe me if I just told you, so�� Hiro grabs my arm suddenly and my empathy kicks in, revealing the memory.
�Kiyo, what the fuck was--�
�Did you know you�re much cuter when you�re not rambling about Leviathan-knows-what?�
�I don�t think that you should be--�
�Shut up and come here, Hiro.�
I break out of his grip before the flow of images starts, using every ounce of strength I have in order not to burst into tears. I won�t cry in front of him. I won�t--
�Aw, Kiyo, you�re making me feel sorry for you.� His tone of voice is actually sympathetic, and his touch is gentle as he brushes away tears, but it�s all fake. Caring in a mocking way.
�Don�t touch me, damn you,� I hiss, shoving him back and glaring through blurred vision, �it�s too late to be acting like you give a fuck now.�
�You�re so mad at me, but you�re the one that started it. Honestly, first you almost get Bladen killed and then you cheat on him?�
I decide I�ve had more than enough of this and start to get up to forcibly escort him to the door but then I realize the sight of me throwing a shirtless Hiro out would make me look bad. Also, I just became sharply aware that (unless you count the sheet that�s partly twisted around me and barely covering my lower half) I�m completely without clothing.
Hiro notices the expression of discomfort that just crossed my face and takes it upon himself to make it worse.
Taking a firm, yet gentle (Gentle? I think I�m imagining things) hold of my wrists as he slowly pushes me from my sitting up position to a reclining one, he pins them by either side of my head and lightly brushes his lips against mine.
I know there�s no way he means it, but all I can pick up with my empathy is a warmth; a feeling of caring. This leaves me feeling confused, because he�s even managed to work it convincingly into his expression. I glance away, not being able to take it anymore.
�Hiro��
�You were fine before�� he murmurs, trailing kisses up and down the sensitive skin of my neck, �That won�t change this time. It�s all right��
�I was fucking drunk before,� I protest sharply, back arching slightly in response to his actions, �let go of me.�
�Hush, Kiyo�just relax. Relax, and you�ll be okay��
�Something�s not right. Yeah, no fucking duh, right? But, I mean, all of a sudden it just hits me. He�s not going to let me go for anything--I�m stuck and there�s nothing I can do about it. I�m completely helpless, and there�s no one to save me, either. The realization hits and fear is starting to settle in.
�Please, Hiro�Don�t--� Panic is starting to slip in to my tone, and his grip tightens slightly as I struggle to pull out of it. The tears are forming again as I�m met with only more misleadingly soft kisses. �Please don�t do this��
Hiro gathers both wrists into one hand, letting his free hand brush lightly against my cheek as he carefully brushes stray strands of hair from my face. �You started it,� he says quietly, before kissing me deeply and causing the tears to spill over, �you started it, and I�ll finish it�Kiyoi-chan.�
�Stop it�please, just stop�� I beg once more, even as he�s using his belt to tie my wrists together behind my back. Of course he doesn�t listen.
�Someone save me�Bladen��
�Hah, you deserve it after last night.�
�But I--�
�You are a whore, just like Hiro said you were��
I didn�t think I had any tears left after that, but apparently I do, because they�re streaming down my face as I stand under the hot water of the shower feeling used and forever tainted. Forever unclean.
And I only have myself to blame.
I can somehow hear the phone ringing over the rushing of the water the falls down from the showerhead. It�s probably Tai. I was due in at seven this morning and it�s now five in the evening. With the situation involving Hiro, I didn�t exactly have time to call in sick.
I wonder if he�s worried because I haven�t come in or because I�m not by Bladen�s side like I had been every minute I could of the last two days.
Bladen�
I half sob, burying my face in my hands, leaning against the wall and slowly sinking down it as water rains down on me. I feel sick, and crying is only making my headache worse. But some headache's not half as bad as the twisting pain in my chest.
�God, I don�t even deserve to look at you..."
