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And then there will be no need to lie, because it will come a day

whom won't lead us into a runaway

Introduction: The crash

Darkness.

A light. A dim light echoing in the blank room. blank, really?

How long has she been down here? A blonde head popped out in the white, huge location.

The room was silent, definitely unnatural. Her eyes hurt. That has to be the light; no, maybe the flash of lights, hitting her straight onto her confused features. She was cold.

Her own arms refusing to move forward, just like her legs, her torso. Her light blonde strands fell upon her soft yet strong features, resembling a goddess. She closed her eyes, the lights hurting, now they're not just white, likewise grey, black, red, yellow; though what stunned her the most was catching a glimpse of aqua, which sent both warmth and pain to her heart. A small smile made its way onto her thin and perfect lips as she recognised the softness of what appeared to be hair.

Flashes of lights on her left, other ones on her right, pouring out images of which were to her memories, from whom she did not know. She struggled to stand up, first her right shoulder, then the left one, her whole body, in an attempt to regain her self control. She opened her mouth to groan because of the intense pain in her shoulder. At least you can still feel it, her inner voice suggested in a vain attempt to soften the pangs on it, which told her it was broken, at least fractured. A pulse, hitting her temple, the right one before, then the left one. thump, thump, thumpthump, thumpthump; in a steady rhytm hitting her nervous system. Her vision became blurred, her ears whistling, a thought occupying her mind, or better a person, and that last statement caused her to open her mouth, as if to shout, but no sound came out.

She brought her hands to her ears and she found them all covered in blood. What the heck happened to me? Her eyes widened at what she saw, there was blood all over on the floor. She wasn't anymore in the white room, she was in a smaller location, something was stopping her from moving freely her long legs. Could that be… I'm about to die?

A billion of white and black dots appeared out of the blue, and she found herself about to fall into a darkness she was not so sure to be able to escape again.

And then she heard it. She felt it. It was a salty smell, fresh and at the same time sweet, almost intoxicating. She opened her eyes relieved, touching her cheek, there she could almost feel the softness and warmth emanating from a hand. A strong, enterely blue light surronded her, and the whistle in her ears was replaced by a voice.

Wake up Ruka, please, I can't without you.- the voice pleaded, she could almost see the person crying.

They are coming, you need to leave, now!- this time it was almost demanding.

A pause.

Come on, I need you.- this time it was begging.

I don't want you to get hurt.- the voice cracked, slowly fading. -I...- nothing.

As soon as the last whisper died she felt a pang of pain in her chest. Like a hole has been parting her chest from side to side, every movement became painful.

Neverthless she saw it, a crash. Two cars, racing cars from the displacement, eterlacing each other before crashing against a huge wall past the roundabout. The smell was something she could not avoid, a mix of oil, gas and blood. A feeling of thowing out surrounded her, the urge of resting almost unbereable. It was then when it poked in her sight a black Lamborghini, forcing herself to stay awake.

They were in two. Two men in black. They came out of the car standing in a firm pose, wainting for a third person to make known his presence; and there it was, black hair and black eyes to complete the thrio.

He brought his gaze toward the yellow, racing car, where she realised she's laying still, and he smirked, afterwards telling something she couldn't hear to the other two; one minute later he moved forward to her, no, maybe not herself, but the person who's laying by her side. She didn't know why, but she knew she didn't like him, she could tell by the way her jaw hardened and her body started to shake. I definitely don't like him.

She felt her body on the edge of collapsing, she was afraid. The thing was that the fear was not for herself, likewise the girl by her side she couldn't see but knew she was important to her. A firm grip on her forearm cooled herself, she could almost see the person's nails panging her skin; she relaxed. A warm breath hit her sensitive skin near her earlobe. -I know you can hear me, Ruka. It's ok. Just promise me you won't ever leave me behind.-

And then everything became clearer, she was her mermaid. The blonde felt her own tears bulding up in her eyes, unable to let them fall, she wanted to speak, but everything was vain, the more she tried to move, the more she gained more and more pain, blood flawing like a river. Her ears by then were too tired and her body too weak to keep fighting, she drifted into nothingness, feeling cold again, her only source of warmth lost somewhere too far for her to reach. When the last glimpse of aquamarine was out of her sight a name came out of her parted lips.

Michiru…

Hello, guys. I have been pretty busy to get some free time to spend in writing, you know, life is unpredictable. This is my real first fic, since The Steadfast is not my own creation. This afternoon I was thinkin… if in those 3 hours of freetime I could create something to be called really Milla's work?

This is what came out, of the blue to tell the truth. As Always I'd really be greateful if any of you could spend 5 min of its time to comment me even just a yes or no, in order to let me know if this work is worth your reading.

Thanks for the attention, and see you soon to the next chap of The Steadfast Tin Soldier ;)