A/N: I've been inspired! :D Sorry it's kinda short, but this was just something that hit me!


"Yoshimori I said leave me alone!" Tokine yelled. "You're so annoying! Why do you think you have to protect me all the time!"

I replied, "Because I can't-" I stopped. I can't stand the thought of you being hurt again, not because of me. I thought.

Tokine yelled, "If I want your help Yoshimori, I'll ask for it! I don't need your protection!" She ran away from me as fast as she could, leaving me in my kekkaishi uniform at the Karaumori gate just before dawn. I sighed, jumped the gate and made my way home, planning on sleeping since it was Saturday. Why do you hate me so much, Tokine?

(Later That Day)


After a nap, I helped my mother clean the kitchen. "Where's grandma? It's too quiet."

"I know, she's ususally arguing with Sumimura..." Mom said, "Maybe we'll actually get some peace and quiet today." The phone began to ring, "Tokine, will you please answer the phone?"

I nodded and went out in the hallway to answer the phone, "Hello?"

"Tokine, have you seen or talked to Yoshimori?" It was Yoshimori's father.

Confused, I said, "Not since we left Karasumori this morning. Why?"

"He never came home." He said simply. "I don't know where else to look, but if he shows up, will you call me?"

"Yes, I will." I replied, "Call me if you find him."

"Okay, bye." He said and I hung up the phone.

"Who was it dear?" Mom asked.

I was still confused, "That was Yoshimori's dad. Apparently, Yoshimori never made it home." I put on my shoes, "I'm going to look for him." What is that reckless idiot doing? Before I left, I called Sen, telling him the situation. I walked down many streets looking for the idiot but finding nothing. I searched until six thirty that evening. Even Sen didn't find him. Where are you, Yoshimori?


When I woke up, I was tied to... an operating table? I was fully awake in that instant and tried to move, but my hands, ankles, and forehead was strapped to the table. My chest cold from the lack of a shirt. What's going on here? Why did those two people knock me out on my way back from Karasumori? Why am I strapped to a freakin' operating table? I struggle to free myself, but all of my power and energy was drained. I looked over and saw an IV in my arm with a clear liquid running through the tube. Is that making me feel drained? I didn't have to wonder long, because the two people came in.

"We have a few questions for you." One said.

"Who are you?" I asked. "Why am I here?"

They both laughed and the other replied, "We're nobody to you. And, we already told you, we have a few questions for you."Both of them had masks on, so I couldn't see their face. Their voices were disguised by a voice changer. "If you refuse to answer, we will have no choice but to make you suffer. First question, how close are you to the Yukimura family?"

I hesitated, "What's it to you?"

"We owe them a... favor." One said. "Now tell us."

"What kind of favor?" I asked.

They both laughed, "None of your business." One of them got a large knife, "Answer our question now, boy."

I knew immediately this was an interrogation; in otherwords, I was going to be tortured for information. I said nothing. The person laughed and set the cold blade against my bare chest, "Does this help you think more clearly?" I only glared at the two people. The one with the knife laughed, "Suit yourself." The knife dug into my chest and I was cut all the way to the top of my belly button, my teeth gritted in pain. Blood trickled from the wound. "Answer the question." I still refused and I was cut in the same place, the blade digging in deeper. I didn't make a sound, just gritted my teeth and tried to block out the pain. Then, they asked me something in a language I didn't even know. How was I supposed to answer that?

"Tell us everything you know about Tokine Yukimura." One said.

The blade dug in deeper and I hissed in pain, "Why are you doing this?"

"Because we can." They both said at the same time. With each question the blade dug deeper and deeper. The pain became agonizing once the person started cutting through the muscles in my chest and stomach.

This continued for hours, each question in a language I either couldn't understand or in a language I undertood, all about Tokine; not like I'd answer them anyway. Blood pooled around me on the operating table and dripped onto the floor. My head spun from the blood loss. "Let me go."

"I'm afraid we can't do that." One said and the two people left the room. I closed my eyes, trying to ignore the pain. Help me. Somebody, please, help me.

(Two Days Later)

They came back after what seemed like forever. My throat was dry from thirst, my eyesight unfocused from blood loss. I saw the flicker of the knife in a person's hand, "Please." I whispered, my voice cracking. "Leave me alone." After I said that, I felt the knife pierce my chest, just beside my heart. Blood flew out of my mouth and trickled down my jaw.

"We have no use for you." They said.

I couldn't breathe. Each breath I managed to take sent an agonizing pain through my chest. The next thing I knew, I was untied and being carried away from the bloody operating table. Help me, somebody. Please.


I entered Karasumori as night fell with only Sen with me. He had practically taken Yoshimori's place since his disappearance. We looked for him during the day, but it seemed futile. Suddenly, Madarao's eyes grew wide, "Yoshimori!" He surged forward, into the trees. Sen and I followed behind.

"Hakubi, do you smell anything?" I asked.

His face was full of fear, "Human blood..."

As soon as we came to a small clearing, I saw what he was talking about. A small form lay on the ground blood seeping from a fatal wound to the chest. Sen was the first to move, "Yoshimori..." He ran over to his side with me following behind.

The teen was on his side curled up in pain. Sweat mixed in with the blood coming from his mouth. "Sen... Tokine..." He clenched his eyes shut painfully.

"Yoshimori... What happened to you?" I asked, staring at the deep gashes in his chest and stomach. "Sen, we have to get him home."

He nodded and picked up the severely wounded teen. Yoshimori's breathing was slow and unsteady. When I checked his pulse, I bearly felt it; he was dying. Sen and I quickly but carefully managed to get him out of Karasumori an to the Sumimura residense. I beat on the door as loudly as I could, "Open the door! Please!" At that point, I didn't care if I woke up the entire neighborhood. The eldest Sumimura opened the door and saw Yoshimori in Sen's arms. He let us in and Sen put Yoshimori down as the old man went to get medical supplies. He returned with a bowl of water, a rag, and some more stuff.

By that point, the entire Sumimura residence was awake. Toshimori's eyes began to water at the sight of his brother and his father seemed shocked by Yoshimori's condition. Sen and I stayed in the room, hoping, praying that our friend was going to live. Two Shikigami were sent to Grandma to tell her where I was and asking, pleading for her help. She was much better in situations like this. She came over immediately and I wondered where the hostility between the two families went.

"I don't know how to close a wound this deep." Yoshimori's grandpa stated helplessly.

"Light a fire, Sumimura. We're going to have to cauterize it first to try to stop the bleeding." Grandma cleaned the wound as gently as she could while the eldest Sumimura lit a fire. She put a piece of metal into the fire and pressed against the inside of the wound. Yoshimori cried out in pain and began to struggle. "Hold him down." Grandma said. Sen grabbed one of Yoshimori's arms and I grabbed the other. Finally unconscious, he stopped struggling. I held his hand and remembered what the last thing I said to him was, immediately regretting every hurtful word. Hours later, the wound was finally stitched. "I can't say whether or not he will live, Sumimura. I'm sorry."

He shook his head, "You've done the best you can do, all that's left is to wait it out. Thank you, Yukimura."

We all stayed by the injured teen wondering if he would ever wake up.

A few hours later, Yoshimori began to talk in his sleep. "Why are... youdoingthis." His words joined together, but you could still tell what he was saying. "Please... leaveme alone." The wave of pain that went through him was visible. "Hurts."

I rested my hand against his sweaty brow, "You're going to be okay, Yoshimori." His fever was growing worse, I could feel the heat of it burning my hand. Yoshimori took in a shuddering breath and slipped into unconsciousness. A tear slipped down my cheek, but I didn't care if anybody notcied or not.

(Three Days Later)


Pain. I remember pain. I remeber the torture. I remember everything. How come I'm not dead? I opened my eyes slightly and saw, "Tokine? Sen?" They looked at me, suprise and relief shining in their eyes.

"Thank goodness." Sen muttered, "We thought you were dead." Tears of relief filled his eyes.

I smiled weakly, "I'm not that easy to kill." I tried to move, but a spasm of pain ripped through my body. I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding in when the pain left.

Tokine rested her head against mine, "I'm so glad you're okay. Please, don't ever disappear again."

Even though I was in shock and pain, I managed to put an arm around her. "I won't." Then, grandpa and Tokine's grandma came in.

"Yoshimori, who done this to you?" Grandpa asked.

"I don't know. I never saw their face." I replied weakly.

Tokine's grandma asked, "What happened to you?"

Immediately, I remembered every little detail. "I was coming home and two people knocked me out. When I woke up, I was tied to an operatin table..." I shut my eyes, trying to block out the visions. "They... asked me questions..."

"About what?" Grandpa asked.

I looked at them, "Tokine... the whole Yukimura family... Something about owing a favor..." Tokine stared at me in shock, "I... didn't answer and..." The vision in my head was too real, I could feel the pain. "One of them got a knife and started to... cut me open." Tears of fear and pain trickled down my face, "I... I be-" I stopped.

Sen managed to finish the sentece, "You begged them to let you go."

I nodded, "They wouldn't, they just left for a while... They came back later and just stabbed me after saying... I wasn't useful to them... They took me to Karasumori and that's the last thing I remember." I looked at Sen and Tokine, "You found me?"

Tokine nodded, "We brought you here." Then she looked at her grandmother, "Why? Why would they do this to Yoshimori?"

She hesitated, "A long time ago, I accidently killed a person that was controling an Ayakashi. There were three sisters, I killed the youngest. They vowed revenge, but I never thought they would use the Sumimuras. I'm sorry this happened to you, Yoshimori."

Darkness took over my mind. The last thing I heard was I'm sorry.