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Having been carried reluctantly to his room in the most embarrassing way, he glared and repeatedly tried to push away from her, not caring for the wounds afflicted upon him because of the result of his actions. He was pretty sure a lot of eyes were turned as he was carried along the corridor to the room he would be put once again in because of his risky moves. Soon, he started sprouting out questions, just out of embarrassment of being carried in a feminine way, especially by a woman! "Why must you carry me this way??" "Why are you so smug about this??" "Why are you so strong for????" He asked over and over, questions that actually had no answer and soon, he was put back into the room he had started from and set on the bed, glaring at her with red cheeks, almost glad she couldn't see his face as of now. Soon, he watched her lean on the edge of the bed while looking at the wall. He could tell she was thinking about back there, but he kept quiet, ready to speak when she was.

He listened as she apologized for believing it was unnecessary the way she talked to them the way she did, but she then went on to tell him about how she was just upset they came in and tried to make it all better. He sighed, disagreeing that it was hard for people to befriend him and that it was hard to get emotions out of him, but he kept quiet so not to let it bother her. He stared at Tanka as she turned to look towards him and soon listened on and sighed, keeping quiet. He doesn't know if she was anywhere similar to him, but he could be wrong as well. It was either a 50/50 chance if they were practically one of the same pod. It was only a matter of time till she told him she needed to undress him to check his wound, which he rolled his eyes at. Why would he freak out over that? Even though he was very sensitive in certain parts, emotionally and physically, didn't mean he couldn't control himself. Besides, he was perfectly fine with being undressed. Grunting with a slight smirk, he soon watched her pull down his top, and soon getting down to business with cotton balls and hydrogen peroxide. He soon flinched and hissed lightly as it hurt and boiled. It hurt a bit but he didn't want to seem weak, so he kept his hands clenched and his teeth tight. He had no choice but to keep quiet until it was done.

Atsuhiko kept quiet, keeping shut as he felt her finish up cleaning the wounds and soon cleaning her hands. He was quiet for awhile, thinking about what he should do as of now. He wanted to make sure Shu and Ai were alright, but he knew that Tanka was going to keep him on lock down in here for longer now that the wounds have reopened. He still was unsure of how to approach Shu, do to the fact that he was upset. All he had to do was comfort his brother, despite some difficulties, and hopefully get him to calm down. Hopefully they were alright. For some reason, pain erupted in his chest at the memory of Ai crying. His chest hurts a lot, but his tough attitude gets in the way and causes him to seem uncaring, when he really was. A very soft sigh slipped his lips as he closed his eyes, relaxing back onto the bed. He soon stared up at the ceiling, thinking to himself about several things.

Feeling Tanka's hand rest against his lap, he looked to see she was covering his lap. Sitting up, he watched her before sighing once more, still thinking about Ai and Shu. He soon heard her questions and instantly started thinking about Hakora and what he had said. He clenched his fists in anger, soon sighing heavily with slight anger emitting from it. "I was fighting one of the Time Rouges." He said simply, keeping quiet as anger kept erupting at the seems. He wasn't angry at her for asking the question, he was angry at what he didn't want to believe and what wasn't possibly true. All Hakora said kept messing up his mind and causing him to get pissed at what he was starting to believe in his words. Suddenly, his spiritual pressure became dark. He had something he didn't want to tell, but knew he had to. He had to tell his Parents, or someone from his family before telling his 'friends'. If not, then he'll be forced to say it a loud.

Atsuhiko narrowed his eyes at her and soon sighed, thinking that she was right. He needed to calm down. Without calming down, he'll just end up hurting himself again. With a sigh, he stared down and heard her say the new wounds that he had. He blinked, soon getting a little nervous. Telling her the truth would simply get her more upset, so he had no choice but to lie. But, he usually lied. He lied so often, he was pretty good at it. "Well, I guess I was just over exerting myself. I kept shunpoing all over the place. Maybe I hurt myself during that time." He said, simply shrugging and soon blinked at the fact she was poking him. He glared, soon patting her hand away, annoyed she was doing so.

Atsuhiko huffed under his breath. The narrowing of her eyes and the dirty look she gave him made him know that she wasn't happy. She knew he was lying, which made it harder for him to keep his cool. She probably already caught on to his fast heart beat by now. It was hard to lie to the blind. They always knew. He listened to her and flinched, knowing she would say that. Of course she would try and figure it out. He just hoped she didn't figure it out too fast. It would ruin everything, and he would be put under a lot of pressure. Hearing her threat, he glared at her as she walked out. He sighed heavily, laying flat on the bed.

He was never going to leave this place.

Soon, an idea came to him. He was forced to sit up and call for a Hell Butterfly quietly. Waiting for one to fly through the open window in his room. He whispered a message as quietly as he could, despite him being the only one in the room.

"Suke, Tanka is planning on figuring out how I got the extra wounds. You must avoid her at all costs. Plus, I need to talk to you and Ai. It's very important."

He said, soon watching the hell butterfly collect the message, flutter it's wings, then fly out. He soon wondered how this would go, sighing and laying back. He soon closed his eyes, in fear of the things that might happen.