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What Have You Done?
With a low groan Mimiko cracked open her eyes and winced at the sudden onslaught of harsh light. She felt unbelievably drowsy and light-headed and she could hear a steady beeping sound nearby. She tried move her arms but something restricted her movement.
What is this? Where am I?
An unfamiliar but kindly face loomed over her.
"Miss Katsuragi? Can you hear me?"
She frowned and made a small grunt of acknowledgement.
"My name is Doctor Kuro," said the dark-haired, bespectacled man. "You're in the hospital but don't worry, you're going to be alright. How are you feeling?"
"Ugh," she groaned as a wave of pain throbbed through her skull. "Like I've been run over by a truck..."
The doctor nodded his head gravely. "That is to be expected, you lost rather a lot of blood. For a while there we thought you weren't going to make it, but we performed a transfusion and you should make a full recovery."
Lost blood?...Transfusion? Oh God...I remember now. Last night Jiro and I we...and he...Oh no!
With difficulty, she pressed her fingers to her neck to feel the cotton padding of the dressing that covered it and remembered him drinking from her in the throes of passion. She sat up in panic "Jiro, where is he?"
"Do you mean the man in the red coat and hat? He brought you here last night and left straight away. He seemed quite distraught, and was adamant that we give you the best care possible."
"Oh Jiro..." Tears filled her eyes. He must be feeling terrible.
I need to talk to him.
Frantically, she tried to break free from the tangle of tubes. The doctor ran to her side to stop her but she pushed him away. "Get off me! I need to find him."
"Miss Katsuragi please, you are still very weak."
"You don't understand. He'll blame himself for this and probably do something stupid! I know what he's like!" Yanking the IV line out of the vein with a grunt, she pushed back the covers, swung her legs over the edge of the bed and planted her bare feet on the cold floor, but as soon as she tried to stand the room spun and she staggered drunkenly.
Strong arms caught her and dragged her back to the bed. Feebly she tried to escape them.
"Let me go dammit! I'm a compromiser..."
"Come on back into bed Miss Katsuragi, that's it. Now tell me," he said as he helped settle her down again. "Was this Jiro a Black Blood? Is he the one who did this to you? Did he attack you?"
"Then what? Tell me what happened."
Mimiko blushed and looked away. There was no use in hiding it, he had pretty much guessed the truth already. "It was an accident. He didn't mean it! It's complicated..."
The doctor raised his dark brows questioningly. "Complicated?"
"In what way?"
Jeez what's with this guy and all his questions?
Mimiko avoided his searching gaze. "Well we're kind of...together."
"Yes, ok, we're lovers!" She cried in exasperation. "Look doctor, I know what you're thinking but the fact is I love him, I really do! Please don't tell anyone else about this! I could lose my job..."
The pedantic doctor frowned gravely. "Hmm...I'm sorry Miss Katsuragi, but I have no choice. I am going to have to get in contact with the Company and call the Suppression Team to deal with your friend. He has defied the rules of the Special Zone, as have you. As a compromiser you should know better than to engage in relations with a Black Blood."
Her pulse quickened in panic. "What? B...but you can't!"
"Oh yes I can."
She shrank away in fear as came towards her, his eyes darkening from behind his circular glasses.
"Ouch!" A sudden lance of pain radiated through her arm. "What the hell did you do?" She tried to lunge at him, but her body acted against her and she flopped helplessly back to the bed like a rag doll.
"I just administered a sedative to calm you down Miss Katsuragi...Sleep now."
Cruel darkness engulfed her.
"Can I help you Mr Mochizuki?" Asked Sayuka, wincing as she massaged the fresh bite mark in her neck. Jiro's eyes focused intently on the angry-looking wound and fought the impulse to lick it clean of blood. He also noticed that Sayuka's clothes and hair were in disarray, and her cheeks were a little flushed too. Zelman had obviously been feeding from her again and by the look of things he hadn't been gentle. He was reminded suddenly of Mimiko.
I hope she's alright...
Images of last night assaulted him, and once again that terrible feeling of guilt crawled through his chest and clutched tightly at his heart.
"I...I need to see Crimson-eye Zelman."
The bespectacled woman lifted her clip-board and observed her schedule. "Alright, he's not presently engaged so it should be alright, but make it quick."
He followed the personal assistant through the corridors of the Coven feeling slightly foolish that he had resorted to seeking out Zelman Clock for help, but he was the only Black blood who would understand his predicament and possibly offer a solution. He certainly couldn't tell Cain or Sei about his discrepancy, they would be outraged and probably banish him from the Special Zone.
"Wait here please. Sir, Jiro Mochizuki wishes to see you," said Sayuka, who blushed profusely in the presence of her employer. Jiro could feel her heart rate increase and smell the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
"Show him in," came the silken voice from inside the room.
Jiro entered and found Zelman Clock flopped on the couch, one leg crossed casually over the other. His face bore his usual self-satisfied smirk, which Jiro found highly irritating.
"You may leave us Sayuka. Jiro Mochizuki, to what do I owe the pleasure of this unexpected visit? I must admit you're not looking your best. Did something happen?" he asked innocently.
"I...didn't know who else to come too," Jiro mumbled at the floor. "I thought that you might be able to help me..."
Hmm...Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all...
Zelman closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, and when he re-opened them, they sparkled with intrigue. "Ah yes, the compromiser. I can smell her all over you." A smug smile played across his cupid's bow lips and he chuckled. "Why, you sly old dog. I knew it would only be a matter of time before you took her."
Jiro flinched at his unnecessarily vulgar words.
"I almost killed her." He clenched his gloved hands into tight fists. "I nearly drained her dry and I couldn't stop myself!" Jiro shook his head shamefully. "What have I done? I'm a...monster."
"Don't be so hard on yourself, accidents happen."
"Don't be hard on myself? Did you hear what I said? I nearly killed her!"
A cruel smile twisted the red-haired vampire's lips. "Perhaps you were thinking of Alice when you made love to Mimiko? Is that why you got so carried away Jiro? Don't be ashamed," he laughed casually. "You can tell me."
How dare he bring Alice into this!
"ZELMAN!" With an enraged growl he lunged at Zelman, who rose calmly and with a snap of his fingers sent a barrier of fire around Jiro, trapping him. He skidded to a halt and growled angrily into the flames, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword in preparation to draw it.
"Let me out of here Zelman, you bastard!"
"Enough!" Zelman's eyes burned out of his pale face like hot coals. "Don't be a fool, you are not in the right frame of mine to fight me. Though I admire your courage, I could squash you like an ant. You forget Silver Blade, that I am eight hundred years old."
Breathing heavily, Jiro stood down and the fire relented. "Not that it's any of your business, but I was not thinking of Alice. There is no excuse for what I did to Mimiko."
"Do you love her?"
"With all my heart."
"Then calm yourself and think about what you propose to do next." He offered Jiro a seat, but he chose to remain standing. "Suit yourself," he mused reaching for the can that stood on the coffee table, then procceeded to slurp it noisily like some sort of bad mannered teenager. He raised is eyebrows as if to say, "Well?"
"I can't go near her again Zelman. I'll move out of the warehouse; Kotaro and I will find somewhere else to live in the Special Zone, it's the only solution."
Zelman raised an eyebrow sceptically. "And is that what you really want?"
"No, but it's the only way if Mimiko is to remain safe. I lost control once, it might happen again. I can't trust myself around her."
"I think you need to discuss this with her, don't you? Go to the hospital and speak to her yourself. Stop being such a coward."
Jiro hung his head. "I can't face her, not after what I've done..."
"You must, you owe it to her."
Suddenly Sayuka burst through the door panting heavily. "Sir, the Suppression Team have arrived and they want Jiro!"
Dun dun dun! This shit just got real! I'm the self-proclaimed Queen of cliffhangers!