badfic_manor | 29th bomb || Hayato Gokudera || [in person] || Backdated to Thursday

[Wandering quietly through the halls, Mary kept watching for any angels or something just as bad. The boys were back, she had to try to make sure the manor was safe. For them.

What she didn't expect was to see a bloody and frantic Gokudera. Not paying any mind to how dangerous and volatile the boy was, she quickly moved closer, hitting her knees as soon as she was close enough to him, her hands rising to gently grasp his chin.]

Gokudera? What happened? Look at me.

[The teen jumps at the sudden contact and tries to back himself further against the wall. He's wide-eyed and trembling, and his grip around his stomach tightens.

and he just stares, almost vacantly at Mary, he recognizes her, but... he doesn't appear to be all there at the moment.]

[Shit...where was help when you needed it? Softening her voice, she ran a hand through his hair in what she hoped was a soothing manner.]

Hey, hey...I'm sorry. C'mon, can you tell me what happened?

[He doesn't respond to the touch at first... but then there's a comforting familiar feeling about it. Before everything blacked out he was pet like that... and it was calming and nice...

So he leans his head forward just a bit to let her continue.]

[At her question he tenses up... then tries to open his mouth to talk, only to find that no sound came out. He froze for a moment, then bit his lips, then once more brought his knees to his chest and just buried his face in them]

[Pleased that he calmed down slightly, she focused on just getting him to relax. She could look at his injuries in a moment, once she was sure that he wouldn't panic on her.

Scooting forward slightly, she brought her arms around the crumpled boy, holding him gently to her chest. Any other day, she'd be worried he'd put dynamite in her shirt, but...she didn't think she had to worry about that right now.]

Shh~ Just relax, baby...it's okay. I've got you now...I've got you...

[He jumped and tensed up at first, not expecting this, and certainly not used to being held. But again... the feeling was familiar... so after a moment, he leaned into the hug and shut his eyes tight. Though his hands don't leave his stomach. He still was shaking horribly as well... he didn't even realize it until he was held...]

[Mercy sakes...what had happened to scare this poor child so?

Brushing her face over his head, she kissed his hair softly. He was so different from the brash angry child that she'd known.] Where's the blood coming from, sweetheart? Are you hurt?

[The blood... right... it was everywhere... he remembered how it smelled. His blood. Slowly... very slowly he pulls his arms off his stomach as though he were afraid he would begin to bleed again. But the blood is so thick and dried it looks black. When he pulls his arms back, much of the dried blood sticks to his pale arms.

Over his stomach is a rip in his shirt- a large rip. The largest clod of dried blood keeping his shirt stuck to his body. He just stared at it.... then he began to shake more violently.

He died. That... statue... it killed him.]

Ah... I.. I....

[His voice was small and weak... still unable to form complete words]

[Pulling back enough to see his stomach as he pulled his arms away, she reached down to rub a finger over where his would should be. He wasn't still hurt, that was good. Now it simply left the question of what happened to him.

Glancing around the hallway, she couldn't treat him in the open. She needed to get him somewhere safe first.

Standing slowly, she bent over to grab his arms; not puling, just encouraging him.]

Gokudera, listen to me. I need to get you out of here before those things find us, okay?

[She wouldn't leave him though. If she had to, she'd sit in the hallway with him until he was ready to move.]

[When she touched the wound he quickly covered his stomach up again and backed away... what if... what if it reopened? What if he started bleeding again? He didn't want to hurt again... he didn't want that cold feeling again. He didn't want to hear that crying. That crying... someone had been crying...

Distracted from his panic about his injury as he tried to recall his last moments, he allows her to ease him to his feet. He sways and stumbles, and ends up leaning back against the wall.]

[She knew the signs of panic well enough, she just had to remember to take things slow with him. Stepping forward, she eases an arm around him slowly, urging him to follow where she led. First things first, get him to a room...after that? She'd try to get some food into him.

Not knowing where his room was, she decided to lead him to her room. Also, if she needed help with him, she only had to call across the hall. She'd escort him to his if he wanted to go once he felt a little more like himself.

Making her way to her bedroom without incident, she eased the door open and led him inside.]

Sit on the bed...I'll see if I have something that you can wear.

[They weren't too different in height and if all else failed, he could use a pair of her pajamas. At least they weren't bloody.]

[...Wear? He looks down at his shirt, caked onto his skin from the blood. He couldn't change. If he changed... that would mean he had to take off his shirt. What if it began to bleed again? His grip tightened around his stomach and he began to shake his head frantically. He wasn't going to change. He wouldn't let her try. Finally he finds his voice enough to get out a small sentence]

N-no... I-I can't...

[...She's have thought that he'd want to get out of his bloody clothes. At least he was talking though. Tilting her head, she moved back over to him and set a hand on his arm.]

Why not? Gokudera, please. You can't stay in bloody clothes and I need to see if you need any treatment.

[She couldn't let him leave like this. Before he left her room, he'd be wearing other clothing.]

[He just kept shaking his head]

It'll bleed again... I don't wanna die... I don't wanna die...

[And there's a sharp inhale, indicative to one about to cry, but no tears fell]

I promised...

[Frowning, Mary grabbed his face between her hands, her eyes completely serious.]

Gokudera. I'm not going to let you die. If you're still bleeding, I can fix it, I just need to see how bad the damage is.

[It was true enough, she had a crude first aid kit under her bed for bad injuries and the light one that had been left on her doorstep. She was equipped enough to handle whatever the boy was hiding.]

I promise you. Whatever the injury is, I can fix it. [Not true, but if he could walk, it couldn't be all that bad.]

[and he jumps at the sudden movement and tries to back up and away from Mary. She couldn't touch him, she'll make it worse. It'll bleed, he'll get cold...

he couldn't do that. His grip tightens around the injury and he looks at her, wide-eyed and fearful.]

N-no... no.... D-don't touch me!

[He looks back down at his arms, and once again brings his knees up to his chest, this time defensively. He whimpered fearfully, his tone going from a startled yelp to a fearful plee]

please... just don't touch me...

Edited 2011-10-22 05:54 (UTC)

[Following him as he moved back, she didn't let him go. If there hadn't been so much blood, she could have let it go..but this was a serious amount. He could die if he was hurt and it was left untreated.]

Gokudera, I'm not going to let this go. You're hurt, now do you want me to call for help or are you going to let me do this?

[Dammit, Mary...calm down, you're just scaring the kid more. Running her hands down his arms, her tone turned pleading; yet, she was still firm in her resolve.]

I'm going to touch you. I'm going to love you. And I'll burn in hell before I let you die, do you hear me?

[And if she ever found who turned that strong angry young boy int this, she'd kill them herself.]

[His head snapped up at Mary and looked at her as though she were some sort of monster about to kill him. Call for help? S-she would call that bastard again. They'd open it up... he would bleed... there wouldn't be any stopping it. Just like last time. The blood wouldn't stop, and there would be that smell... and that taste... he hated it. He didn't want that again. He yanks himself from her grip and frantically backs himself as far away from her as the bed would allow, and brought his hands frantically through his hair]

N-no...no... nononono GET AWAY FROM ME!

[Then she claimed she would "love" him. No. No one could "love" him. His own father threw him away. He was damaged goods. Even Ryuutaro couldn't love someone like him. He didn't want to play these games. He couldn't handle it right now. It was too much. Just too much for him.]

NO! SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP AND LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!

[He pulled his hands away from his head and looked down at his them, flecks of black blood and the now brown rust-colored smudges plastered all over his hands and arms. There was so much blood. Just so much blood. It was all his. It was everywhere, and he remembered just so vividly what it felt like to grow weaker as his own heartbeat seemed to betray him, pouring more and more of his own blood out onto the floor. When he speaks again his words are come out in a quiet whimper and he defensively curled himself into a little ball once again. This time from Mary. From her touching and her threats and from her 'love'.]

I-I already died....

[His reaction actually caused her to back up. At least she'd gotten a proper response from him...not that she wanted him freaking out on her like that...but he was talking. It was a start.

Standing from the bed, she took a few steps back, her hands raised in surrender. She'd let him have this win for now, but before the day was out, she'd have him out of that bloody shirt.]

Alright. You win, I'll back off.

[Stepping back, she sat in her rocking chair as she watched Gokudera.]

I'm sorry...I should have been there. [But instead, she'd been wallowing in her own self pity. Why hadn't she checked to make sure he was okay?] I can make it better if you'll let me.

[It takes him a couple minutes to calm his breathing again. He calmed down a bit, but didn't look up at her at all.]

... someone was there.

[His cheeks light up a bit and he held his legs closer to him, trying to pull warmth from them to mimic the feeling he had being held. He had only been held like that once before, and both times it had felt so nice. It was warm, and he was touched so gently, things he had not really experienced since he was a child, and even then it was a rarity. But someone had stayed with him. There were people who found him important enough to hold and comfort when he was so close to death.

And he had let them down by dying.

He remembered the crying... he remembered Ryuutaro crying, and his shaking hands. He couldn't even imagine just how much he had hurt him by leaving him alone like that. And what about the angel?! What if it had followed them?! What if Ryuutaro got hurt, or worse, because he decided to stay there for him? He lets out a whimper, and buries his face into his jeans. He didn't want to be looked at. He was just so pathetic]

...and I left him all alone...

...

[It took all of her willpower to hold back her mothering instincts and simply wrap him in her arms...but he wasn't her son. He didn't want her love; not that she could simply turn off her feelings, but she'd try to keep herself from smothering him.

Hearing his broken voice, it was even harder to keep from hugging him, her hands fisting tightly in her dress. It wasn't his fault that he'd died. If anything, it was hers. She'd been so...depressed; she fell back on making sure that no one else got hurt.]

They don't blame you. There's no way that they could...it was just something thing that happened.

Think about it this way. You're back. You can make it up to them if it makes you feel so bad.

[And then he looked up at her, his eyes big and worried]

But what if he got hurt? W-what if that thing...

[And his eyes begin to moisten]

O-Oh god what if that thing got him too... w-w-what if he...

[And he clasps his hand over his mouth, and the tears fall.]

I failed him... I b-broke my promises to him... and he could be... he could be...

[And he finally breaks down into sobs that shook his pale and thin frame, he curls back into his ball with his hands in his hair, clutching his head. He was pathetic.]

I-i-it's a-all m-m-my fault!

Edited 2011-10-25 03:44 (UTC)

[Oh, to hell with it.

Moving to sit on the edge of the bed, she lifted a hand to his head, stroking his hair gently. She was able to hold herself back from simply hugging him, but just barely.]

I'm sure he's fine...They didn't seem to continue to chase people if they hurt them, so since you got hurt, I'm sure that it left.

[It was a lie, but it may make him feel better.]

Listen to me, you got hurt...that's no one's fault, especially not yours.

[It was hers.]

I-I didn't get hurt... I... I died! I died and b-broke my promise to him a-and t-to the Tenth... I should be stronger... I'm worthless... I'm so worthless...

[He lets out another choked sob and lifts his head up from his arms, though he doesn't look at Mary or acknowledge that she's touching him for a moment, too engulfed in trying the quell his sobs enough to talk again. Then, after a pause he turns his eyes towards her, almost pleedingly.]

D-did you see him? D-did you see Ryuutaro at all? D-do you know if he's okay?

He's fine, I promise you, he's fine.

[She hadn't seen him, but if Gokudera was alive again, then if this Ryuutaro got killed, he'd be alive too.

Seeing that he didn't brush her hand off, she inched closer, making sure that she wasn't close enough to be imposing.]

I could try to find him for you later...if that's what you want.

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