A New Friend

"N-n-nothing." Satoshi shook his head, slamming the door open and seeing  Kuroe curled up on her bed, on the verge of tears as she laughed her heart out. "Ahh, you think that was funny?" He asked, poking her on the side to tickle her.

"Agh~ stop it." Kuroe curled up even tighter as she tried hard not to laugh.  She knew that her wound would open if she were to do so.

Satoshi realized it a split second later and stopped doing it, muttering a soft sorry as he sat down on one of the nearest chairs. Now that he got a better look at Kuroe, he realized that she was just putting up a front in front of him and Shiroi. Of course, it was natural for her to do that since she didn't want them to pity her. Kuroe had thick bandages on her stomach and her left thigh— the parts where the metal pipe did her in.