XIII: Dreams

A peaceful chapter for once. I sort of edited it, I was lacking motivation to read it for the third time and wanted to get the chapter out as quickly as possible.

Guys I have a Bungo Stray Dogs story in my drafts, should I publish it. I really like it.-Duvichi

My eyes fluttered open, I lay in a soft bed. Silky black sheets hugged my sore figure, the sun was bright and the air was clear. An unfamiliar scene made me shoot up in my bed, the walls weren't wood anymore, there wasn't a beautiful man lying next to me after we made love.

The curtains were high, the reached from floor to ceiling. That's when it clicked, I was back in Yokohama with Mikey and everyone else. Had I been asleep so long that that mystery man named Fyodor brought me home? That wasn't possible, he didn't know the apartment number or if someone had skipped poker with Nikolai. It was too risky.

I threw the covers off my body, I was still in the nightgown I was wearing when Sanzu threw me out of the apartment building. The glass shards were out of my skin, some were held together with stitches.

Everything couldn't have been a dream, it had too much detail and I remembered it too clearly. The way his fingers brushed through my hair when his lips touched mine, the way his hands grazed along my skin, his violet eyes were hypnotic and pulled me in. I couldn't get out.

If it was a dream, it was a beautiful dream.

The door clicked open, a man with white hair and baggy eyes. Not even over five-foot-three. I could recognize him anywhere. It was the infamous Manjiro Sano or "Mikey".

He shut the door behind him, he hadn't looked up at me yet. His eyes were glued to the floor. When he did his eyes were wide, my instinct was to flinch. I scooted to the other side of the bed as he approached my bed. He was acting like everything was normal, his hands were in his pockets and he was comfortable.

"[Y/n] let's talk." He said pulling a chair from my desk beside the bed, and sitting in it.

"Sure Mikey, let's hear it." I tried not to sound afraid, but he was the man that had caused most of my injures. Besides Sanzu. I wasn't sure if I'd be able to look at him anymore, it would be to painful.

"I was informed of what Sanzu had done to you last night..." He paused taking a breath, he still wasn't looking into my eyes. "I am sorry. For him hurting you." He looked up, his eyes were moist. This was the Mikey that I had known since I was young, the young innocent Mikey who didn't have a care in the world and ate Doriyaki all of the time.

"Mikey..." I looked away from him, it hurt to look into his painful eyes.

"I am sorry for throwing you off the balcony, I shouldn't have done that. And Sanzu should've given you enough time to recover from your injuries before hurting you again." His words hurt, at first, it felt like I didn't hear them right, but I definitely did.

"You know how I get angry sometimes, it even happened when I was young. Remember those times [Y/n]?" His eyes were welling with tears now, he looked desperate. "Can we go back to those times again, I want the pain to go away forever."

I pitied him, I couldn't forgive him, "Mikey.." I began, "I want the pain both you and Sanzu caused me, to go away. But I can't. I have to give it time, and no doubt it'll happen again. If I suffer, you can suffer with me and we can burn in this hell together." My voice was rising, my own words shocked me. They sort of came out on their own.

Mikey didn't reach over the bed to hit me because he knew my will to fight was slowly coming back and I was practically boosting with sudden confidence. "Mikey, you kidnapped me. I chose to stay and I am regretting that. I will tolerate you, but I will no longer continue to pity you."

Tears were welling up in my eyes, I didn't even know why I was crying. Maybe it was Mikey? He was one of my closest friends and I couldn't help but pity him. But I had promised myself to no longer pity him and cave in. I wouldn't tolerate it anymore, I was just too tired.

Mikey didn't say anything, we just sat in awkward silence. He stood up and put the chair back in its original place. He didn't say a word and left, shutting the door behind him.

He was a ruthless person, he had no self-respect. His anger issues were flaring and the pain he felt was too great to overcome. His dark impulses were too strong to resist. He couldn't do anything but suffer in silence. And he would now have to deal with it knowing no one will be there to save him. He had sunk too far.

I sat there for a moment, reflecting on my actions, and considered if my night with Fyodor was a dream or not. It felt too good to be a dream. This would haunt me forever. I would constantly be thinking if his hands were tangled in my hair or if he was really the one that made me feel the greatest pleasure.

The feelings I felt for this man were forbidden, everything about him I couldn't get out of my head. There were multiple questions left unanswered.

Who stitched me up? If this was a dream.

Did Fyodor carry me home? If this was not a dream.

Will I ever see him again? If this was not a dream.

Is he even real?

Is this even a dream or reality? I was getting this mixed up.

I sat in my bed with a book in my lap, no one came into my room. I heard voices but no one ever came. I heard footsteps outside of my door, but they walked away. I could never tell who would come and go. But no one ever stayed.

It got dark, my body ached and the migraines hit me hard. I put the book away and turned my lights off, everything went pitch black. I snuggled under the covers, I didn't bother to eat, I wasn't hungry. And I didn't bother to shower, I was in too much pain.

I laid in my bed with the covers pulled to my neck and one of my old shirts draped over my eyes. I didn't move when I heard the door open, when the light shined in.

"She's asleep..." I tried to make out the voices. It was easy. The deep husky voices of each brother. It was the Haitani brothers.

"That's good." Rindou paused, I couldn't make out any of their movements. "She really needed it."

"Yeah, when I found her on the couch all stitched up this morning she looked so tired. Her eyes were covered in bags. Her mascara was running down her face." My ears perked at Ran's words. He hesitated to speak, "There were marks all over her body, hickies, bruises, and even a giant bruise of a hand print on her shoulder."

It hadn't been a dream, the man I saw and made love with was real. I wasn't going insane.

"Those are all signs of sex, especially the bruise on the shoulder." Rindou chuckled a bit, I could just tell a wide smirk was spreading across his face. "Maybe she got it from...you know...behind."

Ran hit his brother hard in the gut, "Don't say shit like that. You're a fucking weirdo." I can feel his eyes on me.

"It's making Koko go insane. I took photos of her body. It's like he's some sort of detective on the case of his life. Though his case file is only filled with photos of a half naked woman." Ran chuckled. His words made my skin crawl, he had seen my body and all of the love marks Fyodor had painted my body with.

They left without saying another word, I sat there thinking about everything. I wasn't going insane and Fyodor was a real person. I was sure of it.

My eyes closed and I lay still. In the silence everything stopped. Even the thoughts that rushed through my head.

When I wake up tomorrow, I wished everything would be back to normal. That all of this was just a horrible dream and I was back to my happy life with the gang and my friends.