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Thanks For The Memories	By : AdminRaptor Category: Yuyu Hakusho > Het - Male/Female Views: 2200 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I'm certain my scream terrified nearby animals. I wasn't exactly looking at them though. I was too busy focusing on the source of the pain and blood, my face.
What happened, you ask? Well, thanks for your concern. Yomi had just punched me in the face. But let's back up a bit. This is going to take a bit of explaining to make complete sense.
A few days after his arrival into my life and home, it became apparent just how stubborn Yomi was, and how determined he was not to let his blindness define him. And while that was admirable in itself, I didn't hesitate to inform him-okay, yell at him-about how stupid he was being, leaving and exploring the area on his own. Multiple nights he'd come back-how, I will never understand-covered with scratches and bruises left behind from countless falls. And what I meant when I said "how, I will never understand", was simply referring to the fact that somehow he'd make it back at night without any aid. I suppose that should have been my first sign that I was dealing with someone special. He was determined to get stronger, despite his severe handicap, and I offered to help him the only way that I knew how.
Now, I wasn't that strong. I never really have been. I've merely been just fast enough to dodge hits, and just smart enough not to challenge some demons. I probably owe much of my continued existence at that time to Raizen. How Raizen and I managed to become friends is a story for another day. And though I had not been that much of a fighter beyond verbal abuse, there were a few near-death experiences that led me to start strengthening myself. I'm getting ahead of myself, though. By this point, I hadn't yet had those experiences, so again, I restate: I was not that strong. Still, I thought I could attempt to help Yomi learn to fight, at least at the most basic level, and considering his blindness, we had to start somewhere.
Every day, I would lead him outside for these exercises. His first challenge was to strike me. For months, I managed to dodge his every attempt. But, like all good things, that eventually had to come to an end-and end it did. In retrospect, I've always wondered why I didn't make the first challenge "dodge my strikes." But, hey, I'm not a complete jackass. That was the second challenge.
Have you ever been punched in the face? To be more specific, have you ever been punched in the nose? If you've ever been punched in the face, you know that the worst part is the shock-there isn't much for physical pain, really. What makes taking a punch to the face bad is the mental shock that comes with it. Generally, the amount of shock is inversely proportional to how much you expect to get hit and the nature of the relationship between you and the person who hits you. If you expect your best friend to punch you in the face, it's going to hurt a bit, but you won't have much for mental shock (but there is the added question of "what the fuck is wrong with you?"). Now let's say your domestic partner, whom you know, love, and trust punches you in the face in a fit of rage for the first time. It's going to hurt some, but the real damage is emotional. You're not screaming and crying from the physical pain. You're screaming and crying because of the betrayal.
Now, if you've ever not only been punched in the face, but have more specifically had the "luxury" of being punched in the nose, you know that there is no fucking logic to that shit. It fucking hurts-no ifs, ands, or buts, and ninety percent of the time, you're screaming and crying like a little bitch because, again, it hurts like hell. The other ten percent of the time, you're not crying and screaming because you're either unconscious, on drugs, drunk, have that rare disorder that renders you unable to feel pain, are Raizen, or there's otherwise something seriously wrong with you.
So let's do the "math" here: Yomi was my friend, sort of. I didn't expect him to hit me, though this wasn't because of the fact that he was my friend. I expected him to try, of course, but not to succeed-or if he did succeed, I didn't expect it to happen so soon. You could argue that a few months had passed since the practice began, and it therefore was not "soon". Whatever. I still didn't expect it, okay? So when he finally does hit me, he doesn't just hit me in the face. We've already established that being hit in the face isn't really that big of a deal physically-speaking. No. He somehow managed to hit my nose, and I was in a whole new world of hurt. I think Yomi was just as shocked as I was, not physically speaking.
My eyes were squeezed shut as the volume of my screams lowered. Soon they were more like growls escaping through gritted teeth. I could feel blood leaking through my fingers. Was it broken? I prayed it wasn't. I'd involuntarily stepped back a few paces, and didn't realize that he'd closed the gap between us. Pulling me close, he wrapped one arm around my waist and the other around my head, resting his hand on top of it. It took me a minute to realize he was shaking. Realizing what was going on, I shoved him away. Hard.
"What the fuck are you laughing about?" I yelled, my teeth clenched both from pain and now from rage.
"I fucking hit you!" He looked like he might be having a hard time breathing.
I did what any self-respecting person would have done. I returned the favor, hitting him in the face hard enough that he fell over. After a few screams, he called me a cunt. I responded by calling him a piece of shit.
"Bitch!"
"Asshole!"
I heard him growl, then yell. Next thing I knew, he was up, barreling toward me. Grabbing my shoulders, he shoved me back, and my back hit the ground. He landed on top of me. For an undetermined amount of time, we fought, wrestling, punching, and kicking. There were no boundaries. Once, he pulled my hair to keep me from getting up, and another time, I grabbed one of the horns protruding from his forehead to bring his face closer so I could hit it again. I can't say how many times both of us got our faces smashed into the dirt.
It was just starting to get dark when we were both finally decided it wasn't worth it anymore to continue fighting. He'd just pushed me off of him. I hit the ground, but didn't get up. Instead, I just stayed there on my back, staring up at the sky. He was on the ground next to me. As the darkness continued to settle, I think all we could do while lying there on the ground was just hate each other, even if that didn't last long. Both of us were breathing heavily.
"You always dodge to the left." He said between gasps.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" I rolled to the side, facing him, despite my complaining body.
He continued facing the sky. "Whenever I try to hit you for the first time, you always move to the left. That's how I knew where to hit you."
How do you respond to that? Oh, thanks for noticing my flaws? Thank you for punching me in the face to prove that I'm predictable? I said nothing.
After a few moments, he spoke again, "It's getting late."
"Oh give me a fucking break! How can you tell?"
He chuckled. "It's getting cooler. And the sounds of the animals are changing. They do that every night."
I listened. I couldn't hear anything special. It wasn't the first time he'd heard things that I couldn't, and it most definitely would not be the last. They say that when you lose one sense, your other senses change in an attempt to compensate for the one lost. I've never seen a better example of this happening than with Yomi. His hearing would grow to be amazingly astute. His other senses would also heighten to extreme levels.
Closing my eyes, I went back to lying on my back, still trying to hear the sounds of animals. I thought I heard one every now and again. Then I heard Yomi getting up, the ground crunched below his feet as he moved in my direction. A few more crunches, silence, and I then opened my eyes to see him leaning over me, hand extended. I sat up slowly and reached for his hand, flinching when he pulled me up. I knew we were going to paying for this brawl, especially in the next coming day.
During the walk home, we both held each other up at alternating points, though it seemed he was holding me up more often than the other way around. At one point, I found myself resting my head against his shoulder, remembering how when we'd first met I'd thought he was so tall. In reality, he wasn't really. He'd been sitting on a rock, so naturally, I was going to be lifted higher than I would have been if he'd been standing at the same level as I'd been. When we were level, my head reached his shoulder.
Still, he was somewhat large. Broad shoulders, particularly. But at least he wasn't overly bulky considering his muscular build. He wasn't the kind of guy whose muscles were clearly disproportionately large compared to his body. He would grow so much stronger as time went on, yet even then, he was broad and muscular, but still never disproportionately so.
Once we got to the hut, we crawled under the covers. I don't know about Yomi, but I was asleep before my head even hit the pillow. There was no talking, and certainly no apologies. We spent the next day continuing to hate each other as our bodies slowly healed from the damage. There was much verbal abuse.
[To be continued.]
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