Disclaimer: I do not own. The respectful owner owns Dark Angel.
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Krit has left, so that meant Syl had to make her way to New York alone, or not. Earning money, getting away from annoying men is something she has to deal with. Finding Zack in her apartment building after a stressful time is just icing on the cake for he is along for the ride. He just doesn't know that she is going there to meet Krit.
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The apartment is cold, very cold. The fourth floor is where her place is situated in the runned down building where every crack and every piece of broken glass lets in the chilly winds of late Autumn, but for Syl the better phrase is 'forever winter'.
But it was the only thing 'available' in the tri-state area. Desperate, the landlord was in dire need to rent the places out, and nobody wanted to stay up there with the chilling cold, so the landlord only knocked the price for the rental to only fifty dollars a month. The only good things about it included: a television set with the hook-up of cable television, and electricity to watch it and light the house on the lonnnng soon to be winter nights, if she stayed that long anyways.
The only wrong, there was no heat. The landlord couldn't figure it out, nor did he really try to. The rent was cheat, so the rent was only ten dollars more than the temperature outside; when on those special moments it reached that high.
The cold kept coming through the cracks. The foundation was crumbling under her, but the ground was still leveled.
The place wasn't really worth anything, and the furnishing inside really said that. The landlord was a slumlord. A pull out sofa in the bedroom soon became her only piece of living room furniture besides the tv and it's stand. Everything in the living room, all the junk was thrown into the bedroom where she wouldn't be sleeping, and neither would Krit.
If he was, where would be sleep, on the floor?
Syl and Krit really couldn't afford anything. Krit 'had' a job, but lost his temper, and was fired, which didn't help any matters at all.
But, speaking of him, her and him were fighting again, so he was out. It was stupid stuff really. He started it, and she intensified it. What started out as aguing turned
into physical fighting until the old lady below them threatened to call the cops. They couldn't afford that attention so he left because she knew if he stayed they'd continue to fight. He usually did bounce for a while when they were fighting to cool off. When he returned they didn't talk for a day. But this time before he left he smashed her phone. It didn't help anything, and at least this time he didn't injury the apartment
But its been three hours and the winds were picking up. She could feel the temperature dropping.
She wanted Krit there.
With the flannel sheets they "found" and four blankets she wasn't warm enough. She wanted his body warmth, but mainly she wanted him. For the tears in her eyes for how much she hated him she still wanted him there.
She hated herself for the strong feelings she was feeling. She was supposed to be strong, to be a soldier who only needed herself. But she needed Krit, always have. He was her soul mate. A brother when they were little, it couldn't be that. After the escape they went through everything together; foster homes, homelessness and they even tried school. He relied on her as much as she relied on him.
The point, when she turned thirteen and 'heat' took effect the title 'brother' was never to be said again. They always promised that they would be together.
As much as promises were made, and that they would always be together they tended to always get into arguments. From petty differences to difficult matters they didn't get along half the time. It was always the same: arguing and bouncing.
Right now Syl hated that she was crying about him; hated that the reason was because he didn't say goodbye to her in anyway. No hug, kiss or even a 'good-bye', he just left. She hated when he did that. It meant that he was really pissed. He didn't have fault to be, it was his fault; he started.
Plus, she never knew, would he come back? Would he be safe? Were Lydecker's men hot on his trail? She hated to worry about him even though he is a grown man. They both were capable of taking care of themselves. They had all the training, and the common knowledge to go with it. She just wanted him, she always did, and just the thought of losing him hurt her heart strongly.
So for the time being she sat at home curled up in the blankets watching television half asleep.
Time passed, and soon it was four hours since he left. He was probably drinking or something. The thought to go out passed through her mind, but it was just way too cold out there, and in here. Or, it could be it was just that she was too lazy to do anything.
She grabbed the remote off the floor and turned the television up louder. The show showed a sitcom of a father raising three daughters while his wife went to climb a mountain, or something like that. Syl wasn't really into it because it wasn't funny. It was just a distraction.
Dropping the remote onto the floor she fell asleep hanging half way off the bed.
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The door opened and closed to be locked. Syl opened her eyes to see Krit come in and take off his boots. He came over to the bed and laid down right behind her. How she was feeling before sad when he wasn't there, now was replaced with how much she hated him, and the anger she felt toward him.
When his arms went around her she looked back at him with the hate, then laid back down on the bed and closed her eyes.
At least he was home.
He nuzzled her cheek giving her a few kisses before he sat up. He ran his hand through her long blonde hair.
The last thing she remembered before she fell asleep was that he had been drinking. He reeked. But for all that it was worth he was mellow, very mellow.
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This is the first chapter. Let me know if you like the start.