


A Better Place

by Curious6



Category: Until Death Do Us Part/死がふたりを分かつまで
Genre: Drama, Suspense
Language: English
Status: In-Progress
Published: 2012-04-20
Updated: 2012-04-20
Packaged: 2013-06-03 14:59:50
Rating: T
Chapters: 2
Words: 1,753
Publisher: www.fanfiction.net
Story URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/s/8043663/1/
Author URL: http://www.fanfiction.net/u/2631667/Curious6
Summary: Now a college student, Haruka is still struggling to balance out her new obligations and adjust to a normal life. Meanwhile, Mamoru is having considerable difficulty coming to terms with the fact that Haruka is no longer a child. Alternating POVs.





	1. Compliance

H

It was autumn already; she couldn't believe how much time had passed. The seasons had gone by much quicker than she imagined they would/anticipated. Oddly enough, this cyclic change empowered her with a strange feeling of relief. It was the start of something fresh—something new. She would be starting over with a blank slate—or so she presumed. She rested her chin against the palm of her hand, gazing longingly out the window. There was a low hum, or kind of whooshing noise coming from outside. The rustling of the leaves grew louder as they brushed against each other noisily. A whirlwind of bright red leaves blew by and the trees began to shake ever-so-slightly. The sky was covered in a blanket of baby blue, with soft tufts of clouds slowly sweeping by. The bright colors contrasted against each other and a tingling feeling grew in her stomach. The colors felt almost tangible, as if she could touch them if she stretched her hand out far enough.

Normally she would consider herself lucky to be inside on a day like this, but she grew weary of being cooped up in her room for so many hours on end. Sighing in frustration, she pushed her books to the side and shifted into a more comfortable position on the bed. She pressed her hand against the foggy glass window, feeling the warmth rush out of her cold fingertips. She removed her hand precariously, carefully examining the fingerprints she had left behind as if she were studying a fossil. The idea that each individual in the world had a different set of fingerprints was almost puzzling to her. The shadow of the imprints of her fingers faded away, erasing any trace of evidence she had left behind. She frowned, rubbing her cool fingertips against each other before curling them into a fist. She yearned to go outside—to breathe in and breathe out, just to feel her breath intermingle with the frigid air. Her thoughts wandered again to the notion of "inadvertently" disobeying his instructions, but she shook them off. She was going to considerable measures gaining his trust again and she wasn't going to ruin her chances now.

She figured he didn't expect her end up being so rebellious. She rolled her eyes and snorted. God forbid she defy his authority. After all, he didn't exactly have experience with dealing with "rebellious teenagers." When would he stop viewing her as a child? She sighed bitterly, sobering up again. Well, he would soon grow used to the fact that she was almost an adult now. He didn't exactly have a choice. She huffed, sulking, and pulled her knees to her chest. She glimpsed back and forth from the scenery outside the window to her unfinished work. After a brief moment she let out a heavy sigh, her shoulders slumping in defeat. Chemistry was not her best subject.

M

The bitter cold nipped at his face and he scrunched his nose in aggravation. He grumbled something under his breath and wound his slipping scarf tighter around his face. He hated autumn. He wasn't being cynical; there just wasn't anything to look forward to about it. He trudged onwards, hearing the occasional crunching of leaves under his heavy footsteps. Today had been a long day. He had visited at least a dozen shops in the slim hope that one of them could mend his katana. She had told him to continue searching, despite the likelihood of anyone other than his late instructor fixing it being near zero. And, just as he expected, no one could help him. He narrowed his eyes and scowled. It served him right for putting his faith in complete strangers. He wasn't like _her_. He had never understood why she always blindly trusted others, in spite of what her gut—or visions—supposedly told her.

He hunched his shoulders in, frowning, and subconsciously shoved his hands into his jacket pockets. It always came back to the same unanswered question—why had she come to him? He was silent for a few moments, before a twisted smile tugged at the corners of his lips/ cheeky smile twisted at the corners of his lips. He didn't exactly have the best track record to begin with. He shrugged, trying to rid himself of these troublesome thoughts. Regardless, he had given her his word that he would keep her safe at any cost. And he intended to keep his promise.

He set his lips into a firm line, looking up to see if he had arrived at his destination yet. He approached the winding path before him and paused, now aware of the familiar squeaking of the creaky gate outside his house. He stepped forward, unlocking and swinging the gate open. It let out a high-pitched, scraping noise and he furrowed his eyebrows in irritation. He attempted to shut it noiselessly, trying to attract as little attention to himself as possible. His mood began to dissolve quickly as he advanced heatedly towards the front door. Life was getting the better of him. "How does she do it?" He unconsciously muttered to himself before stopping abruptly. He caught a quick glimpse of an indistinct figure leaning into the window and froze. His eyes squinted, trying to get a better focus/view through his glasses, and his lenses zoomed in on the figure. He saw the outline of a slender form leaning into the window eagerly. Long, straight hair spilled over small shoulders onto an oversized T-shirt. Noticing the size of the T-shirt, his frown deepened. Was that his T-shirt? A small bubble pointing towards the person popped up, forming a solid 'H' for Haruka. One hand was placed on the misty glass with the other propped idly over the curve of her cheek. She shifted uncomfortably, her head bowed and hands clenched into tight fists. He didn't need to see her face to know she was absolutely miserable; he could tell by her body language enough. Guilt prodded at his gut, but he suppressed it almost instantly. It was her fault for being placed under house arrest, he reminded himself bitterly. It's not like he was doing this for shits and giggles—he wasn't _that_ much of a heartless bastard. If she hadn't have tried to sneak out in the first place, she wouldn't have been in this predicament. "It was as simple as that," He grumbled to himself. If anything, he should've expected it sooner, he admitted to himself. He was certainly taken by surprise. He scowled and turned his attention back to the door, choosing not to relive his worst memory.


	2. Frustration

H

She heard a quiet click followed by a low creak come from outside her room and raised an eyebrow. Was he home so soon? She glanced at the doorway suspiciously and contemplated whether or not she should check to see who it was. Mamoru taught her how to fend for herself when she was younger, almost as if he knew her visions would come less frequently as time progressed. "During situations like these…" she murmured as she slowly slid off the bed and onto the thin carpet. "…It comes in handy." She tiptoed across the room and reached for her metal bat by the closet. She grasped the bat tightly with both hands, proceeding to enter the hallway/exit her room, just as the noise stopped. She held her breath instantaneously and froze. Slow, steady footsteps could be heard approaching her room. She clenched her jaw and prepared herself as the footsteps grew closer. Her bat was poised in an offensive position as the footsteps paused by her door. After several tense moments of absolute silence, a feeling of terror and dread overcame her. In one quick, unexpected stride, the figure appeared in front of her doorway and she swung without a second thought. The bat cut through the air silently for a split second before averting sharply/swerving to the side. A hand shot out to grab her wrist and wrenched her roughly into the wall. She gasped involuntarily at the shock of the impact and struggled to get free/free herself from his grip. As she opened her mouth to seize the opportune moment to scream, a hand clamped down on her mouth. She bit it harshly, enraged, and it twitched, but wouldn't budge. "Haruka!" A familiar voice growled in her ear warningly and she stopped her violent efforts at/of resisting/ at/ of resistance. '_What?_' She looked up, bewildered.

M

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Mamoru snapped as she looked up at him in confusion. She opened her mouth at an attempt to say _something_, but closed it after she realized she was speechless. "I..."He scowled at her late response and loosened his grip on her suddenly. She exhaled quietly and rubbed at her sore wrists. He swore and led her to her bed petulantly, much to her surprise. "What's gotten into you, Haruka?" He ran his hands through his hair as he spoke and scowled. She fell back against her pillow and covered her face with her hands. "I didn't know it was you," She mumbled, exasperated. "I can't concentrate on _anything _when I'm this stressed out!" She groaned and flapped the pillow onto her face. After a slight pause, she peeked out from under the thin cloth and stared at the bite marks on his hand. Two beads of blood trailed down his hand and onto the carpet. "Shit." She mumbled. "Sorry…" He glanced downwards and stared at his hand, and shrugged. With a light sigh, she swung her legs onto the floor and headed towards the doorway. "Where are you going?" He asked immediately. "Downstairs—to get a first-aid kit." She answered matter-of-factly, letting out a half-sigh, half-groan. She could almost hear him narrow his eyes at her. "Mamoru, I'm not leaving, all right?" She turned and paused, her gaze lingering on him for a few moments, before exiting the room. "Since when have you become my babysitter?" She muttered on her/the way out and he clenched his jaw to keep himself calm. He wasn't necessarily angry at her. He pressed his hand to his forehead and sighed deeply. She was right; that was the worst part.


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