Rouge's new heart
Chapter 1
DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING!
A young 15 yr-old girl, about 5"12, short pink hair tied up in piggy-tails, the ends spiking slightly, decorated with two silver-blue ribbons that had jeweled beads on the very tips of them, two thin locks of hair that were curled and clipped into place by flower-shaped jewels in the forms of barrettes hung in front of her small, rounded ears, which were pierced on the earlobes by tiny pearls that connected to stars that, in the light, sparkled a thousand different aura-like colors by silver-and-gold needle-sized chains. Her face appeared to have only just lost her baby-fat, giving her childishly petite face a more grown-up look to its sweet and innocent features. Her cheek-bones sat high on her face, allowing a cherubic face to describe the strawberry-red cheeks, the cherry blossom-pink heart-shaped smile, the orangey-yellow color of those medium-sized eyes that seemed to know everything when looking deep into them. The face was only the beginning though. She had a nice-looking hour-glass figure, one that gave her some much-needed bust. Her breast weren't big enough to give her bust but they were nicely shaped, and a decent size too. Her butt was slightly rounder and stuck out a little more, but with her posture, both looked very sexy. Her legs and arms were long and thin and were well taken care of. Her hands and feet were absolutely tiny and beautiful. A young 17 yr-old boy followed her at an unnoticeable distance. He had his messy black hair cut to his chin, half of it covering his right eye, framing a pale white face. The hair covered his rounded ears, but if you could see them they would be pierced, silver clasps holding the blood-red stones in to place firmly. His face was cut and molded into one of a criminals or killers. The rough, flat cheek-bones helped empisize the murderous look his blood-red eyes gave out to any who tried to look them. Thin lips hid a pair of sharp-fangs. His figure was no better. Strongly-muscled, the body looked ripped and deadly, as if it would attack at anytime. His posture told that he obviously worked out with more than just dumbbells' and weights', not that he was too muscled. His clothes rang of medieval knights. Why he was wearing that get-up was beyond anyone's imaginations but no one said anything. Not when he raised red flags in everyone's mind. The one that screamed "DON'T FUCK WITH HIM! HE'LL KILL YOU IN PUBLIC!" The girl stopped at a street vender's shop and started to talk to the owner. The old man pointed behind her and she saw the young man stalking her then smiled at the old man. Walking away, the girl took a backstreet route to her house, as her scent was well-etched into a path leading to her home. Turning a corner, the boy was surprised to find a knife at his throat. However, before either could speak, a group of ugly fat men came up behind her and started to touch her inappropriately. The boy, disgusted by the scene, cussed up a storm and sent the men flying with ease. The girl smiled her thanks and accepted his hand. "Name's Mika Tsukino." "Rouge Cheney." "I'm sorry about the knife but I was told you were stalking me, so I just thought…..I'm sorry." " It's fine, I was following you, but certainly not for that," gesturing to the scene behind her, Rouge continued," I was just wondering, do you, by any chance, happen to know a dragon Mika?" His statement, blunt and to the point, shocked her but instead of laughing, she beamed and nodded vigorously. "Also, can I have my friend's cat back? He isn't happy that master nearly killed Lector. Sorry." "I wondered what happened! Of course! Wait, what's your friend's name?" "Sting Eucliffe." "Ah, yes, here we are! Lector! Rouge and Fro are here!" "WWWAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!" "L-lector?!" "I-is s-sting o-okay?" "Yep! Don't worry, he is really awesome! Ribbit!" 'So he's been worried about sting and not himself? They are both weird.' 'No, that's natural. When dealing with a human and their familiar, they will often worry about the other and not themselves.' 'EH?! You can read minds?!' 'No, dragons can use telepathy, the act of speaking through the mind, and manners say that if you don't want others to "read your mind" as you put it, then you really should learn how to defend your thoughts better or else you may end up with an outside influence controlling them.' 'Ah, yes, thank you, I'm sorry for the trouble.' 'That's fine, I like helping others. You do know that we aren't the last of our kind. Here, we have been talking to the Elders or the old ones, and they have been training others through sleep and dreams so we have to find them before the humans do' 'Why?' 'Because some of them think that we will kill them and eat them.' 'Some of the Elders have done that.' 'I know, but they aren't us are they?' 'No, I suppose not.' 'So what do we do?' 'Simple, we protect them, don't harm them, and leave them alone unless they approach us first.' 'Easier said than done.' 'I know, but that doesn't mean we can't try.' 'True.' GRROOWWLL! Silence filled the air as everybody stared at Lector's stomach. "I told you to eat something while I was out, didn't I?" "…..I….um...I wasn't hungry, then." GRROOWWLL! Rouge bowed his head and blushed furiously, embarrassed that he had forgotten to eat in his rush to see why Lector's scent was on Mika. Sighing, said girl asked if he would mind eating human food, as she only had her own dragon food. "No, um, meat please, if you don't mind," was all Rouge could stutter out before another roar was heard, coming from his stomach again.
