Haruka was confused. She blinked down at O, and then shook her head. When did he get here? Where was Zenith? Why did her shoulder have to start hurting now, of all times, and then suddenly there was Sachiko, she rarely knew the woman, but Haruka felt a bit better with a friendly face. “Haruka-chan! Are you all right?” Her eye brows rose. Did she look okay? She had a dagger in her back for crying out loud. Some people ask the strangest questions...what was that nudging at the foot? Haruka looked down and made a shooing motion towards O, through her arms seemed to move in slow motien and she had to stop at the jolt of white-hot pain that seared her back. "Son of a bitch!" Haruka doubled over slightly, her free hand clawing at her shoulder. If she wasn't in so much pain, she would have been shocked with her profanity, but it hurt like hell.
“Get on, Haruka-chan; we have to get you some help as soon as we can.” Haruka stared at the woman's back like it had started to rapidly sprout hair. Was she offering her a piggy back ride? When was the last time she had one of those? It had to be before her parents left... “You’re welcome to come too, if Haruka-chan doesn’t mind.” Haruka was suddenly pouting. She felt oddly drunk, and the pain wasn't helping, nor was the strange numbness that was spreading down her back and through out her body. "No! I wanna follow him..." She waved a hand towards the direction Zenith had run off to, before blinking several times as her world tilted and spun. Was this normal for people who had been stabbed? Haru felt rather sick, and everything just wouldn't stop spinning. She looked down towards O and frowned in confusion. "You look fluffy." She smiled at the familiar, before her vision was flooded with dark spots and her whole body went ridged before slowly tipping backwards and towards the ground.
Haruka groaned. Was she dead? She felt dead. Everything ached. Where her dying words going to be 'you look fluffy'? She might as well be dead then. "Haruka time to get up!" She sputtered. That voice...so familiar...who was that? It was a voice a mother would have, it was so caring, so full of raw, tender love. That's right, her mother used to speak like that...what happened then? Why did they leave if she was so loving? Haruka opened her eyes, expecting to be in her own room, but instead she was looking up at a clear, perfect sky with clouds drifting over head. So she really was dead? That sucks. She never got to do so many things. Like...like...well she always wondered what Zenith's smile looked like.
There's something good to focus on. Don't think about the fact that your dying, think about the pretty boy's smile. I wonder if he has dimples... that would be interesting, hidden dimples, through, now Haruka would never get to see those hidden dimples. The thought alone was some how sadder than dying. Why did she even care so much through? He tried to kill her. He killed the man she considered her father, wrecked the Academy, stole countless lives with one act. Why would she be thinking about someone like him on her death bed? It was stupid. She should have been going over the memories that she had been through with Asuka, and the few she had experienced with Sora, not thinking about the white haired vampire that, in the end, might just be the death of her. Is normal...? No. Nothing about this damn Academy was normal. She let out a sigh, her eyes fluttering shut. I wonder.... The thought seemingly trailed off.
Some how, Haruka had ended up catching herself from hitting the ground, both of her arms held her up, through one of them was shaking badly. "I wonder..." Her voice was soft and her eyes seemed to be glazed over, like she wasn't even there. Haruka had never suffered blood loss, if that was what if even was. For all she knew, that dagger could have had poison on it. That's what she would have done if she was going on a death mission, she would have poisoned the dagger that would have scratched the target, so even if they didn't die, they would still die. That would suck. She thought with a humorless chuckled. "...If he's crying inside..." She looked up slightly, her blue eyes clearing up as she looked at O. Her face stayed blank for a moment, before it screwed up in pain and she let out a small gasp, her arms gave out, and she was truly lost in darkness this time.