Kira glanced up as Tanko's voice spoke up from right beside her, jumping a little in surprise. Her head was so fuzzy that she hadn't realized he was approaching until he'd already arrived. And so she stared at him for a second as her mind slowly comprehended his words, before she shook her head and stubbornly faced the door again. "I can make it," she said simply, though her face was contorted with pain. It hurt to stand, to move, to think... She wished she was still asleep. Or rather, she wished she could lie down, without having nightmares, like the one last night. She bowed her head a little at the recollection, and then shivered as Tanko's lips touched her neck. She blushed, turning to stare at him again, looking flustered. "I-it's okay, it's fixable. I'll be fine.." Her hand had ceased trying to open the door though. She was simply clutching at the handle as a way to deal with the pain, tears trying to spring to her eyes as she fought them back. If she didn't let go soon, the doorknob was going to have a dent in it from her fingers. Her head turned from Tanko after a second, facing Yano when he arrived, and she shook her head, looking rather pitiful. "I-I wish..." she whimpered, tears showing now. It hurt so bad... She hadn't been this hurt in a while, and it terrified her that she couldn't move her arm. What had happened? Was it fixable? She'd told Tanko it was, but she wasn't even sure herself. She'd just wanted to reassure him because he'd seemed so worried. She really needed to get to the hospital. Maybe she would let him carry her...
But then the woman from last night approached again. Kira looked up at her, sniffling uselessly, still trying her best not to start crying. She had expected to be scolded for ignoring her, and that expectation remained as she was led over to the balcony and shut off from the others. Maybe she just didn't want them to hear what she intended to say? That must be it... But Kira couldn't help following after her as she was led away, hating herself for leaning against the woman for support, and even more for the fact that she had finally started crying. It was silent, but still happening, tears sliding down her cheeks, and she couldn't stop it. So she bowed her head, feeling weak, and biting her bottom lip hard as she tried to control herself, but failed. Though, she looked up slightly when the woman mentioned healing. WAs she serious? Or just getting her hopes up? Maybe she'd turn it into another threat? Or a condition? Like maybe she'd heal her as long as she didn't see the band ever again. Kira wouldn't be able to agree to those terms. But it seemed she was going to do it reguardless. Kira winced lightly as her arm was touched, watching and staring in slight horror at the large bruise that'd formed on her skin, a sickly purple color. Her touch was ice cold, and part of her wanted to pull away. But she didn't, and then it warmed considerably, and Kira jumped a little in surprise. She felt the odd sensation of bones sliding back into place, and the bruise faded from her skin, along with any others. Her head stopped spinning, and her vision ceased going in and out of focus. She felt.. just fine again. She rotated her arm hesitantly, and felt not more signs of pain there. She quickly started wiping her tears away, embarrassed, but lowered her hands again and closed her eyes as instructed by her, and she felt something else change as well. She wasn't sure what it was though. Something mental, she'd said. Well, she felt better... And she opened her eyes again to watch her as she spoke, taking in her words slowly. She frowned a little at the idea of herself being a crazy fan, but said nothing about it. "I don't have cute ears.." she sulked. Though, she did look up sharply at her last comment, about picking one, appearing briefly surprised. So.. was it that obvious they liked her? She sighed, and followed her back inside at a slight distance, watching the floor and rubbing one last time at her eyes, to make sure the tears were all gone.
She reentered the room, rubbing at her shoulder and moving it around with more experimentation, but everything seemed to be in working order. She also tugged the bandages from her head and snooped around just a little 'til she spotted a trash can to throw them away in. She felt a whole lot better now, sighing out in relief as she rolled her sleeves back down. But she still felt embarrassed. How many of them had seen her crying? Did they think she was pathetic now? That she couldn't even handle a little pain? She pouted lightly to herself as she set her back against a wall and just sort of stood there, watching everyone, not sure of what she herself should be doing. The boys were supposedly supposed to be cleaning rooms, Jun-Jun handled breakfast, Rini was with him, and Ryu was helping Miranda prepare to leave. And so Kira stood, frowning lightly to herself as she started thinking over her last words. Pick the one she really loved, and let the others be hurt, because they'd recover eventually... Would they really? Could time really heal everything? It'd been eight years since she'd... Her fingers rose, thought trailing off as her hand closed around the locket she wore, the one Ryu had returned to her. What would she have done without it? She wasn't sure. She needed it sometimes, and was never found without it unless she was bathing. Or swimming. Otherwise she never parted with it, even wearing it in her sleep. She needed it... She sighed again, watching everyone who was within sight. Tanko and Yano were pretty obvious. Ryu, she wasn't entirely sure because he was so sweet to everyone. And Jun-Jun... he had surprised her last night. She resisted the urge to touch her lips, and instead simply bowed her head to hide her face, her hair falling down to frame her face and held hide it from view. Which one did she really love? She'd never really had friends before even... How could she make the leap from first friend to first love so quickly? This was.. all too much to think about.
But then the woman from last night approached again. Kira looked up at her, sniffling uselessly, still trying her best not to start crying. She had expected to be scolded for ignoring her, and that expectation remained as she was led over to the balcony and shut off from the others. Maybe she just didn't want them to hear what she intended to say? That must be it... But Kira couldn't help following after her as she was led away, hating herself for leaning against the woman for support, and even more for the fact that she had finally started crying. It was silent, but still happening, tears sliding down her cheeks, and she couldn't stop it. So she bowed her head, feeling weak, and biting her bottom lip hard as she tried to control herself, but failed. Though, she looked up slightly when the woman mentioned healing. WAs she serious? Or just getting her hopes up? Maybe she'd turn it into another threat? Or a condition? Like maybe she'd heal her as long as she didn't see the band ever again. Kira wouldn't be able to agree to those terms. But it seemed she was going to do it reguardless. Kira winced lightly as her arm was touched, watching and staring in slight horror at the large bruise that'd formed on her skin, a sickly purple color. Her touch was ice cold, and part of her wanted to pull away. But she didn't, and then it warmed considerably, and Kira jumped a little in surprise. She felt the odd sensation of bones sliding back into place, and the bruise faded from her skin, along with any others. Her head stopped spinning, and her vision ceased going in and out of focus. She felt.. just fine again. She rotated her arm hesitantly, and felt not more signs of pain there. She quickly started wiping her tears away, embarrassed, but lowered her hands again and closed her eyes as instructed by her, and she felt something else change as well. She wasn't sure what it was though. Something mental, she'd said. Well, she felt better... And she opened her eyes again to watch her as she spoke, taking in her words slowly. She frowned a little at the idea of herself being a crazy fan, but said nothing about it. "I don't have cute ears.." she sulked. Though, she did look up sharply at her last comment, about picking one, appearing briefly surprised. So.. was it that obvious they liked her? She sighed, and followed her back inside at a slight distance, watching the floor and rubbing one last time at her eyes, to make sure the tears were all gone.
She reentered the room, rubbing at her shoulder and moving it around with more experimentation, but everything seemed to be in working order. She also tugged the bandages from her head and snooped around just a little 'til she spotted a trash can to throw them away in. She felt a whole lot better now, sighing out in relief as she rolled her sleeves back down. But she still felt embarrassed. How many of them had seen her crying? Did they think she was pathetic now? That she couldn't even handle a little pain? She pouted lightly to herself as she set her back against a wall and just sort of stood there, watching everyone, not sure of what she herself should be doing. The boys were supposedly supposed to be cleaning rooms, Jun-Jun handled breakfast, Rini was with him, and Ryu was helping Miranda prepare to leave. And so Kira stood, frowning lightly to herself as she started thinking over her last words. Pick the one she really loved, and let the others be hurt, because they'd recover eventually... Would they really? Could time really heal everything? It'd been eight years since she'd... Her fingers rose, thought trailing off as her hand closed around the locket she wore, the one Ryu had returned to her. What would she have done without it? She wasn't sure. She needed it sometimes, and was never found without it unless she was bathing. Or swimming. Otherwise she never parted with it, even wearing it in her sleep. She needed it... She sighed again, watching everyone who was within sight. Tanko and Yano were pretty obvious. Ryu, she wasn't entirely sure because he was so sweet to everyone. And Jun-Jun... he had surprised her last night. She resisted the urge to touch her lips, and instead simply bowed her head to hide her face, her hair falling down to frame her face and held hide it from view. Which one did she really love? She'd never really had friends before even... How could she make the leap from first friend to first love so quickly? This was.. all too much to think about.
