And she blossomed... | By : GlamReaper Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Miyavi Views: 1751 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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It seemed like many hours later, and a look to the clock said that it was. I was in a bed, a nice one, with plush pillows and a soft blanket. A second look around the room showed a man, sitting in a chair beside the bed, with a worried expression on his face. He looked at me, and I at him, for a moment before he spoke. “I had to... to bathe you myself. “ I nodded, and thanked him, but he spoke again. “Are you a prostitute?”
I was angry now, furious even. I was not one of those evil girls. “No! No! I am not! Why did you – oh... that...” He spoke again. “Yes, that. Care to tell me?”
Tears came to me, I hugged my knees to my little body. “I don't know who he was. I made him mad, and he followed me. And he pushed me! And... and....” I pressed my face into the crook between my knees and heaved a sob. Within seconds, there was a weight on the bed. I looked up to see him looking over me. “You were raped. I'm... I'm really sorry for asking you if you were a prostitute.”
I smiled. “It's alright, but Touketsu wants me to slap you. Don't worry, I won't.” He looked at me oddly.
“Touketsu?”
“My other me.”
“What?”
“I'm two people. But only one body.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. She lives in my eyes and I see her when I look in a mirror, and that's how I talk to her.”
“Like a twin?”
“Exactly!!”
“That's completely crazy, but it sounds so cool!”
“Cool? I guess so. Gets me into trouble sometimes.”
He put his hand on my shoulder, and I looked at his tattoos. It seemed like he had hundreds, and he probably did. “Where is your mother?” He asked me. I stiffened, but spoke my heart. “She is dead.” She was indeed dead to me. “She wasn't a very good mother, anyway.” He sighed, but then smiled. “Are you hungry?” I smiled and nodded. “Yes, thank you for offering to feed me before I go – go..... my bag! Where is it? It had something valuable inside!” He looked at me a bit condescendingly and said. “You're not leaving. And as for the 'something valuable', I'm going to make a bank account just for you.”
I looked at him, and sighed. “Ok, that sounds smart. Thank you again, and again, and again. For everything. He smiled. “Before you thank me too much, I took the liberty of checking your size from your other clothes, and bought you a few more. Ok, more than a few. This is your room now, and that is your closet over there, full of your clothes.” I smiled through my old tears and threw my arms around him. It was the nicest think ever done for me.
6 weeks later!!
He sighed as he looked over me. I had vomited again, it was the second time this morning. He put his arm around me, and looked at me. “You need to see a doctor, Misora-chan. But I think first, I need to go to the store for a minute. I'll be back soon. Will you be ok?” I answered weakly. “Fine, I'll be fine.” He nodded, and left the room. I leaned against the bathroom wall, and closed my eyes. Days of this, days! I was tired of it!
I felt like I had lay there for an hour, before Miyavi came back into the bathroom. He handed me a bag with a box inside. “Use this, ok?” I read the directions and looked up at him in a mixture of disgust and shock. “Why!?” He looked at me. “You need to, before I take you to the doctor. You were raped, little angel, and it's a possibility. And besides, if you have a baby, the baby will be so beautiful!” He smiled bright, and patted my head, and left the room.
I followed the test's directions and waited for the results. A few minutes later, the results were clear. I threw the godforsaken thing against the door and screamed. Seconds later, as I started slamming my fists into the floor, he rushed in and restrained me. “No, Misora! No, no! Stop!!” I thrashed and cried. “I'm too young, too young! I'm only sixteen! I am not ready! I don't want a baby who doesn't have a father. I won't raise a bastard child!” Miyavi blushed softly. “I.... I could be the father, if you want. I'll take care of you, and baby, and you'll never be sad or lonely ever.
“You can't do that!” He looked at me sadly. “But, why?” I looked at him dead in the eyes. “Because you AREN'T the father of my baby. YOU didn't rape me and put this baby inside me. It's not YOUR fault.” He looked at me, eyes narrowed, before he smiled, blushing again softly. “Well, you know... I could be daddy, even if I'm not father. Ok?” He smiled. I smiled too, thought I don't know why. “ Ii desu.”
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