Author's Note: Hey there! Well thanks for takin the time to read this lil fic that I wrote. I hope that you like it, its the first fanfic I have ever written so please be kind ) but dont be afraid to let me know what you think k? Oh ya, and I guess I better say this too: I do not own Outlaw Star or any of its characters
The stars began to flicker softly, slowly dimming in their brightness as a young woman blankly glanced through one of the various windows of the red grappler ship. She sighed softly unable to understand the feelings of restlessness and foreboding emptiness that were beginning to sweep through her. It had been months since the fateful event at the Lay-line, and things had only barely begun to progress into a steady routine of regularity for herself and the crew of the Outlaw Star. As the gentle bio-android continued to rummage through the extent of her emotions, she realized that even though the events at the Lay-line had preordained a new fulfilling life for herself, the present circumstances were beginning to prove her initial assumptions wrong. Things were nothing like what she had initially envisioned upon freeing her destiny from that of the Lay-line. The love of her life was still as inconsiderate as ever and even though his past actions had proven his feelings for her, his present attitude towards her made it quite difficult for her to believe that he had ever felt anything for her in the first place. Every action he took confused her, every word he told her made her heart sink a little deeper. It was like she didn't exist in his eyes other than to serve as the Outlaw Star's navigator and cook. As the deepening sorrow grew within her, she began to wonder if these sorts of emotions were normal or if they pertained solely to her artificial form.
Pressing her forehead against the cool glass, she closed her eyes and silently prayed that the future would blossom into the fulfilling and joyous life she had been promised. How long must she wait? How much more must she hurt before she gains that little patch of happiness she had been patiently waiting for? She quietly asked the empty space for the answers she knew she would not receive. As the disappointment of her present circumstances flowed into her being, she began to feel her eyes water. The tears began to fall swiftly and steadily. Being unable to fully grasp the intensity of the emotions surging through her, she slowly slid onto the floor hugging her knees as she began to sob.
Staring at the blank ceiling of his room, Gene found the emptiness of the room increasingly unbearable. Ever since the night he had shared his bed with Melfina a few weeks ago, he had been unable to sleep soundly. Remembering the event, Gene couldn't help but recall the softness of her naked flesh and the warmth of her kisses. The intensity of her surrender during their lovemaking was blinding and left an invisible mark on Gene's soul that branded him forever as hers. It had taken weeks for him to force himself to wash his sheets due to his unwillingness to erase her scent from his bed. After that night, only images of Melfina's hauntingly beautiful form clothed in only the faintest starlight flooded his mind. So intense was his recollection of that night that if he closed his eyes he could still feel the warmth of her artificial body on his very skin and taste the sweetness of her lips against his own.
Gene shifted uncomfortably in his bed as he attempted to shut out the memories of their night together. Those memories were like a river being pushed back by a dam; once one small part of it is released the rest breaks through and engulfs everything in its path like a flood. It was the intensity of those feelings for Melfina and the depth of the connection he now shared with her that has utterly scared him. Never in his life had he faced the abandon and complete surrender that Melfina had showed him that night. And worst of all, never in his life had he desired or dared to even consider surrendering the entirety of his self to another woman like he had when he was enveloped in Melfina's being. His past had taught him countless times that giving yourself fully and unconditionally to another was usually a very dangerous game of chance that would most likely result in pain.
But yet, he could not shake the urge to do so with this enchantingly delicate bio-android. It wasn't even the desire to give into the total abandon of his heart that scared him, it was the intensity of this desire that has truly frightened him to the point of pulling away from the one person that made him happy. The voice of reason and wisdom that had always protected him from possible actions that might cause him pain was warning him that to give into this desire meant exposing the trembling orphan full of uncertainty that was part of the true Gene Starwind along with the rest of his weaknesses and glory to another individual. And that was just something that Gene wasn't sure if he was ready to do.
As Gene continued to calm the internal struggle being waged within him, he began to hear a strange noise coming from outside of his bedroom. Slowly climbing out of bed, he reached for his gun and carefully began to make his way to the door. He placed his ear against the cold metal and concentrated on deciphering the odd noise being emitted from the hallway.