Where We First Met [Closed]

The girl watched in confusion as he began laughing like an insane man. Once he stopped, calmed down a bit, and spoke to her, she realized her was okay and smirked. "Now that is what I'm talkin' about!" she said as he picked Kanna up. Once Snopy turned towards the girl and said that Kanna was a pain in the ass, the girl just raised an eyebrow and gave him a 'ya think?' type look on her face. "Dude, you have no fucking clue, okay? Now go, go, go!" she said and laughed a bit as Snopy began walking off. After a moment or two, the girl vanished from sight and went back to Squad Four to report that Kanna was safe, but she was sick and being taken care of.

Kanna on the other hand was still knocked out and sickly. Her skin was hot, but at the same tie like ice. She was sweating and felt as if she needed a blanket. She was very, very uncomfortable at the moment. As she was set down on the bed, she automatically curled herself up into a fetal position and grabbed onto the pillow, hugging it to her chest. All of this, she did in her sleep. It took a while, but finally about ten minutes later, she woke up feeling her cough come back. Coughing over and over again, she covered her mouth with her hand and opened her eyes to look around. She wasn't exactly sure where she was, but she immediately noticed Snopy and raised an eyebrow. "I... Where am I?" she said looking around the area. She raised her hand and began coughing once more, causing more tightness in her chest and her throat to become even more sore. "Damn it this hurts..."

Kanna's eyes shifted over to Snopy while he shifted positions in his chair. She looked the man up and down, raising an eyebrow. She wasn't sure what had went on, but the one thing on her mind was why she was at his room in his Squad Barracks. Shouldn't she have been taken back to Squad Four? She sighed and pushed off thought. Their last meeting wasn't exactly normal, happy, or anything similar to such things. She still was unsure of what to do with herself, or with him. Everything had come crashing down around her at once, and it hurt. She also knew her sickness had come from standing in the rain that night. She didn't even remember exactly how she got home. She could have sworn she had fallen asleep on the side of the river, soaking wet, as the rain pour down on both of their heads. She figured Snopy had brought her back, that was a bit obvious. Kanna looked over to the soup and water he had apparently made for her and was about to reach out for it, but realized her hands were shaky.

”Damn it...” she thought to herself as she just leaned back against the bed and closed her eyes. She held onto her hands, cupping them within one another and then tried to calm herself down. She wasn't just feeling sick, she was feeling nervous. Just a few days after their incident and she was laying in his bed, sick, and being taken care of. She didn't know how to handle it. Hearing the rest of what he said, about how the soup was to help and how she needed to relax, but then he moved on into something a bit more personal. She scared him when she passed out. She shifted her eyes over towards him and then looked the exact opposite way. Once again, she wasn't sure how to react. She didn't want to tell him that she didn't believe him, because she did. And she didn't want to just come right out and say anything that would make him think he had been forgiven, because he hadn't yet. She didn't know whether she would, but so far he had shown nothing but care for her. Of course this was only three days later, so that wasn't much to go on.

Cupping each of her hands tighter due to the words Snopy was currently speaking, she turned away from him once more. “Being uncomfortable does not make me shake.” Kanna said in her normally cold voice, “I haven't eaten in three days. My body is lacking the nutrients it needs to function properly and I still do not feel like feeding it. My body is weak right now.... And I'm not hiding anything. I believe I am making it rather obvious that I do not feel comfortable having you in my presence.” Her eyes shifted towards him through the sentence, glaring rather angrily towards him. At the moment, she felt as if she were sitting there being forced to listen to him talk. At first 'blah blah blah' was all she felt like she was hearing, until she heard a certain line. “Believe me or don't, either way I feel I have to say it. I'm going to do whatever it takes to prove I deserve you, that I am worth of you. I will do whatever it takes to prove that I really do care about you.” Kanna stared at him rather blankly through the rest of his speech, as if she were observing, or calculating something. As he finished, she narrowed her eyes at him and raised an eyebrow, a serious look of curiosity on her face, but probably not one he would like.

“So tell me...” Kanna spoke out. It was obvious her next words were not going to be of the positive nature in any way , shape or form. “What would you do if I just told you to 'fuck off'? Hm? What if I no longer wanted you in my life because I didn't think that I could trust you ever again? If I felt that way, would you leave or would you keep trying? If I went out and annihilated the likes of this female Kiyomi, would you still want to fight for me? If I decided to physically hurt you, would you still care?” Kanna's questions were unfair, cruel, and highly depressing if you where the one being asked them. It was worse because certain questions she was actually feeling, while others she was just asking out of curiosity and wonder.

Kanna stared narrowed eyed at him for a moment and then just shook her head. She went back to leaning her back against the headboard of the bead and crossed her arms along her chest. "You make absolutely no sense to met at all..." she told him, "I kill your best friend and the only thing you do is get mad, but then after a while you'd get over it? But you still won't just tell the bitch to fuck off..." Hearing the last of what he said, about cutting himself open, a tinge of guilt actually showed on her face. It faded almost immediately after that and she turned her entire body away from him, laying back beneath the blankets. She pulled them over her head and began coughing again. She brought her hand over her mouth and covered her mouth and nose. Suddenly coughing switched to sneezing and it only made her more uncomfortable. Once she stopped coughing, she did her best to catch her breath. Now she even had a stuffy nose and was sniffling when trying to breathe. "God... I hate being sick..."

"This is YOUR fault!" she out of no where began kicking the blanket off of her, having gotten warm quicker than she would have liked. She grabbed a pillow and threw it at Snopy rather hard. She then grabbed the blanket and did the same thing. "If YOU hadn't been out there in the fucking rain like this, I wouldn't have gotten sick! GOD DAMN IT! I HATE THIS!" With that, she collapsed back down on the bed, her little random fit having tired her out again. She curled up once more into a fetal position, now laying on a bare bed with no pillow... Her fault of course.

... So he'd lie to me, but not to her? Great..." Kanna sighed, almost in a giving up type mood and just doing as he says. At this point, with everything he had said, it seemed this Kiyomi girl was actually the one more important to him. Actions always speak louder than words, and he seemed to hold her up on a higher scale. And what's worse, she thought she wouldn't care. She thought she could just easily push this out of her heart, but no. She turned away from him once more and kept her curled up position on the bed. She allowed her hair to move over her face and she cried silently without a single movement or sound. He speaks as if she is the most important thing, but he does not act on it. Knowing this hurt her. Most people would have taken all of this differently, but she wasn't most people. With years of pain and betrayal on her mind, her thought process was twisted. She tried to understand what was going on with other people and what was even going on with herself, but failed at this. There was nothing she could do. She was the way she was. She thought the way she thought. And in this case, it was beginning to mess her up.

As he spoke about the soup, she replied in a 'dead' sounding tone. "Sure... Just reheat it." She didn't want him to know that she was crying, so she spoke like a robot towards him. She sat up for a moment, looked towards the blanket he had sat down on the end of the bed. She reached out, grabbed it, and unfolded it. She wrapped it around herself and laid back down, still facing the opposite way. She was finished fighting and asking questions. It was time for her to rest and get over this little sickness of hers. She closed her eyes and waited for the soup to be brought to her. The quicker she got better, the faster she could get out of here and get back to the work that was distracting her from her feelings.