Greetings!
Thanks for choosing this fanfic! Makes me happy!
First off, let me inform you that I'm no native English-speaker, so yeah... you might encounter some mistakes, sorry bout' that...
Secondly! This is my second HTF fanfiction, as some of you probably have noticed, I'm also currently writing another HTF story called 'Carnage Paradox', and no; it's not done yet.
Now you might go and ask yourself; "But if it isn't done yet then why did she already start this story?"
WELL...
That's because in order to improve my writing skills, (and to make Carnage Paradox more appealing than it already is) I have decided that I'm gonna' write another story and update it regularly to get better in English. Good idea, no? NO?
Well, it isn't like I'll drop my other story or anything... I'll update the chapters just as fast as this one, so no biggie; right?
Also, since Carnage Paradox is already gory and heavy; this might do me some good as well.
Enough of the chit-chat.
Enjoy this stupid story.
A lot of people ask stupid questions daily, but never acknowledge it. They just continue to believe what they think is right and ignore the rest. Society is pretty cruel; I know that well; which is precisely why I isolated myself from that god-forsaken community.
Everybody hated me; well... that's what I think.
They always looked at me with those eyes, those judgemental glares and metaphorically undressed me with the rumours they've been spreading about me. Talking behind my back stubbornly without even worrying about my well-being.
Everybody hated me; at least I think they did.
High school was a nightmare, a complete and utter nightmare. Girls had no shame in making my life miserable, pulling out many tricks and making sure I was depressed 24/7. I hated that school, I hated girls, and I hated those perverted guys who kept looking at me like I was raw meat, it was disgusting. I felt disgusting. The whole school was disgusting.
Everybody hated me; I hope they still do. Because I still hate them.
As soon as I graduated, I ran away; away from my home, from my parents who didn't believe a word I said and my brothers who were too busy with their marriage arrangements. They were all the same, thinking only about themselves, and not me. I was just a random 'thing' in their lives, a small mutant they picked up on the streets and raised out of pity. I never understood why they took me in; they never saw me as their daughter; so I couldn't understand why. It wasn't like I was forced upon them or anything, I was just there... in the wrong place at the wrong time, and they simply found me... wrapped in my dead mother's arms.
A random piece of garbage, that's what I am. An ugly duckling that will never become beautiful. And the worst part? I'll never find my 'real' mother, because she's gone.
Gone forever.
But in the end, things did turn out okay for me, I guess. I became a well-known and respected writer, people regarded me with great respect and it felt actually good to be treated like an actual person, for once. I managed to come back home and peacefully and quietly managed to talk to my parents, and we had an agreement; thankfully. They gave me enough money to buy my own house and live there forever, with a bonus of living expenses and so on.
I was happy; extremely happy that I wouldn't deal with them again, that I won't see those ugly faces in my daily life and never have to be afraid about filthy rumours anymore.
Oh yes, what a pleasant feeling.
Everything went smoothly for me; I bought a house far away from the big city and went on with my career as a writer. I was paid well, I ate well, slept well and I lived well.
Yes, I lived well.
Until... he came.
Roof-Sharing.
It was just another quiet and peaceful day, I was there; in my sweet sweet and cozy house; sipping on hot cacao while writing my newest book. As far as I could remember, it was one of those days where I practically followed the daily routine. Nothing much, nothing less. Just me living on and forgetting about the past, no spice; just sweetness.
Peace tasted so sugary. If literally, then I'm sure I would've gotten myself a cavity.
Getting ideas was quite easy; inspiration came to me like a gush of wind and filled my brain with juicy information. In the blink of an eye, I could write emotions, romance, action, adventure and everything else.
Imagination is my greatest treasure.
I had that ever since I was little, and I will never; I mean never, give it for anything else in the world.
My fingers tapped on the keyboard as if it was the most neutral thing, they chose the right words by themselves and made the paragraphs long and entertaining. Writing a chapter or two wasn't that hard, and I got accustomed to it pretty easily. I had the support of my fans, and that's all that mattered. It was enough to motivate me, enough to let me write comfortably like this and make a living out of what I longed the most; writing.
After an hour, I finally managed to finish the second chapter. That accomplishment alone made me satisfied, and so I smiled to myself, trying to guess what my fans would think about it. Reading their letters was always quite fun, even the negative ones; they somehow managed to make me laugh.
Criticism was most welcomed, regarding my stories. I was always eager to improve whatever lacked in them anyways.
I looked at the clock and realized it was already lunch-time. I hurriedly jumped off my seat and dashed towards the kitchen while humming happily. I was in the mood to eat a sandwich, a big, fat, juicy sandwich filled with tomato, cheese, salad and chicken wings.
I licked my lips while rubbing my tummy, boy; I was never that hungry in ages!
I was about to cut the tomato into thin slices until I heard a loud THUD on the front door. Startled, I glanced over that direction suspiciously.
Perhaps a wild animal? I do live near the forest, it shouldn't be surprising.
No sound followed the later, so I just shrugged it off and began cutting my juicy red tomato, until something—or rather, someone began to knock loudly on the door.
I turned, alarmed. It had to be a person this time, no doubt about it. No animal, (no matter how smart it is) can possibly knock on a door. That silly thought alone got me to hit my head with my fist, making me hiss 'What are you thinking?!' to myself.
Walking slowly towards the door, (with my kitchen knife still at hand) I decided to check out who it could be, because why not? If it was a kind old couple asking for directions, or a lost kid or anything as such, I'd most gladly help!
But what I saw throughout the hole wasn't a kind old couple, or a kid. But a man, a young man about my age, making a pained expression.
I frowned, what in heaven's name does a man need? By the looks of it, he looked like he had the urge to pee, or more accurately, he looked constipated. But then again, there were bushes everywhere, so I doubted he would come to my house just to use the toilet.
Maybe he was actually lost? Hungry? Was he ill? Did he need to make a call?
I was so lost deep in thought that I nearly forgot all about him, the next three seconds when he knocked just as loudly made me jump so high I nearly hit my head on the ceiling.
"H-Hello? A...Anyone in here? Please, open up! I need help...ughh..."
With great precaution, I began to unlock the door; slowly and steadily. He needed some help, and there were no houses in miles away; so I had no choice.
And so, with outmost safeguard, I opened the door slightly; peeking at the man right in front of me. But what I saw in front of me wasn't what I expected.
The first thing I saw was a painful and deep wound on his gut area, blood was gushing out rapidly while he was desperately attempting to hold it in with the palm of his hand, squeezing it tightly while panting non-stop. His military outfit was covered in blood and had a few holes on it, mainly on his shoulder and chest, he was most likely shot.
He looked at me with those pained, dark green gentle eyes; sending me silent messages.
I stood there, gaping. My eyes didn't leave his wound for an instant.
I think, that my brain didn't quite process the situation from back then, because really... I stood there and watched more than I should have, and probably freaked him out as well.
A minute passed, and he was still there; looking at me curiously as if I was the weird one. He waved his free hand near my face, trying to bring me back to reality. This wasn't what I expected, no... This wasn't what I hoped.
"A-Afternoon... S-sorry, but do you have a first aid kit? I... really need one right no—Ughh!"
He squeezed his abdomen tightly, holding in as much as he could. Blood didn't stop pouring out, and that was enough to make me realize what in heaven's name has happening on my doorstep.
I shook my head and finally showed signs of humanity, before I knew it my eyes widened and my mouth flew open. I panicked.
"O-O-Oh m-my god, are you—ARE YOU ALRIGHT?! P-please, c-come inside I'll try and... Try and d-d-o s-s-something!"
Oh great, when was the last time I talked to a person? Probably not in years. Did I always stutter? How embarrassing.
He looked at me with his eyes, his oh so gentle green eyes that made me feel weak in the knees. A small smile illuminated his face, as he whispered kindly to me 'Thank You'.
I could feel the heat burning up on my cheeks, when was the last time I felt so warm and fuzzy inside? I couldn't remember, but one thing's for sure, it's the very first time somebody ever thanked me. It made me want to say 'Thank you for thanking me' But then again it would have sounded ridiculous.
His smiled faded as soon as he started coughing blood, I gasped and caught him cautiously, he rested his right arm around my neck while I held him around his waist, holding his right arm as well.
I took him in and closed the door with my foot, we made sure to synchronize our movements in order not to cause too much damage on his wound anymore than this. He was in a critical state and it got me thinking what was the reason for it. But judging by his military outfit, it was rather more than obvious.
I sat him down on the sofa and told him to wait while I sprinted upstairs towards the restroom. Without further thought I opened all my drawers, took out every single medicine and possible aesthetics in search for the first aid kit I had kept safely hidden inside. Thankfully, I managed to find it after breaking one or two perfumes and other cheap crap I had.
I heard him moan loudly downstairs, he was really in pain and needed treatment. I hoped that the wound was fresh, because it would have been hard if it wasn't. Disinfecting it is an easy job, but removing the bullets on his body would demand great precaution.
Sadly, I had zero experience with treatments. Yay me!
Biting my bottom lip, I practically flew downstairs and dashed towards him.
"D-D-Don't m-move! I-I'll try and m-make it quick and l-less p-p-painful!" I stuttered, again. He nodded in response and began taking off his jacket and shirt, revealing probably the most god-like body in the entire universe.
I gaped, again.
But thankfully, shook my head. Hence bringing me back to the right path.
There was no time to contemplate at his beautiful pale and muscular skin, right now he was injured; and needed treatment.
Besides, the blood covering his whole torso blocked me from that heavenly view.
I opened the first aid-kit and took out every tool necessary. He still looked like he was in pain and that was enough to make me hurry up. The wound on his abdomen was deeper than I thought, it nearly made me throw up my breakfast.
Wasn't used to seeing this much blood.
Slowly and gently, I pulled out the three bullets out of his body and disinfected his injuries. The only thing left was that wound, that deep and heavy wound. If I didn't do anything quick, then he would most likely die of severe blood-loss, and I didn't want that.
I took out a syringe and injected some Tranexamic acid to prevent haemorrhage and started wiping off the blood from his body with a wet hot sponge. By the looks of it, his body (which was pretty tensed up) started to relax a little, feeling slightly better than before. Even his panting reduced to a moderate level, and it was a good sign.
After successfully disinfecting his wound, I stitched it up gently. I could tell it hurt, but he didn't show signs of pain; so I continued quietly.
Everything happened so fast that I started sweating by myself. A few drops fell from my front till my chin; dripping. The air got hotter and the atmosphere, heavier. It was the first time my precious 'sanctuary' had a visitor, and an injured one at that.
Suddenly, a warm hand removed a drop of sweat from my cheek, wiping it off with its thumb. I glanced up, and I saw him; smiling at me.
"Thank you... I am eternally grateful for what you've done." He whispered softly.
My cheeks flushed in an outstanding red, nearly the same red as the color of my hair. I averted my eyes and simply nodded in response.
"Don't m-mention it."
Oh god, that was the first time my heart beat so much; I nearly felt like it was about to leap out of my chest and smack his face; never letting it go. I wanted to believe it was due to the fact I've never been this close to a man before, or perhaps because I had zero interaction with the other gender for years. But then again; it could be both... or something else.
I finished everything, and he looked good to go after tidying up his gun-shot wounds and the gash on his abdomen. He was definitely cleaner, and brighter. I smiled sheepishly while standing up, wiping of the sweat on my forehead with my arm.
"It's d-done, a-are you f-feeling a-a-any better?" I asked, he stood up as well. Stretching his muscles, then stopped suddenly while holding his shoulder in pain.
"Better than before, but still hurts."
I smiled, "N-Naturally, you n-need some r-r-r-rest."
God, if you stutter ONE more time I swear I'll rip my tongue off.
"I'm so sorry; I probably startled you, didn't I?" He rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.
"N-Not at all! I couldn't have let you die on my doorstep like that! It was j-just common sense, that's all."
"Common sense or not, you saved my life." He grinned, "And that's something people rarely do."
... huh?
Why was he so persistent? Didn't I say it was by simple common sense? It was as if he tried to actually make me feel better, special or something.
How blissful.
"Do you want to e-eat something?" I said calmly, attempting to stop my stuttering. He looked at me for a moment, his cheeks turning slightly pink.
"I don't want to bother you... really." He spoke softly.
I threw him one of my infamous sceptical look as I heard the loud growl emitting from his stomach. His blush intensified and I could clearly tell that he was hungry.
"...Thought so." I said as I walked towards the kitchen calmly. My previous plan to make a sandwich didn't sound enough to fill that hunk's belly; so I took out of the fridge enough ingredients to make a stew.
"By the way," I started, getting his attention.
"Yes?"
"How did you get this b-badly hurt?" I asked out of simple curiosity. He shifted uncomfortably on the sofa and began to think.
"I don't... recall?" He said innocently. He didn't look like he was lying (in my point of view), but it was still odd that he didn't remember. I mean—he's been shot and possibly stabbed continuously on the abdomen, how could he not recall? If I was at his stead, I'd remember it my whole life; heck I'd probably tell the story repeatedly to my grandchildren (if I ever had them).
But him? He didn't recall.
Weird.
"O-kay..." I murmured to myself. Pretty weird, actually. But that's fine, I don't care about the details, plus; he's okay now.
The thing that scared me the most was...
When he was actually going to leave.
I'm not the type of person who would straight up and tell you 'when are you gonna' leave?', no... That's just too inappropriate. His presence would change everything and ruin my peaceful daily life.
It wasn't the moment to think about that, what mattered was his current health. I'm sure he had a home to go to, a family of some kind that was waiting his return.
Yeah, must be it.
I nodded, satisfied about myself. For once, my brain knew how to cheer me up.
Though that's what I hoped.
"I forgot to introduce myself," he said as he sat back down on the couch, looking around; "My name's Flippy, what's yours?"
Flippy, what a unique name. Well, it wasn't like mine was any better either.
"Flaky."
"Flaky?" He repeated, I was about to throw him an angry pout until he chuckled warmly.
"Cute name, first time I ever heard it."
My cheeks reddened, did he just say 'cute'?!
No, he meant my name... not me, obviously!
"Th-thanks," I muttered. Well, that was awkward now wasn't it?
Perhaps was it because of my unfamiliarity with men?
I didn't put it much thought so I simply proceeded with my cooking; I've gotten rusty throughout the years, sadly. My stomach wasn't a picky one, a simple sandwich or a salad would suffice.
I glanced towards Flippy's direction while cautiously cutting the carrots into thin slices.
He was still on the couch, looking around him like a curious child with his big green innocent eyes. He looked fascinated, delighted and even marvelled about his surroundings. Although there was nothing great about my house, I could tell the guy never had seen this much before, I could tell; judging by his military outfit.
This was luxury to him, in some way.
I wasn't the type to look for too long, so I went back to concentrating on my cooking again. If he was bored, he could just turn on the TV and watch a movie or a show, anything.
Him looking everywhere was embarrassing.
"Say..." He said, startling me. As absurd as it might sound, I actually squeaked; thank goodness he didn't hear though.
"Y-yeah?"
"Do you live alone?" He asked bluntly. I frowned at that question.
Was it by simple curiosity, or did he have ulterior motives?
"Uhm, technically, I do... but my family visits often."
That was a lie.
Nobody visited me.
"Ah, I see..." he smiled, "That's good, I was worried that a young woman such as you would live alone like that, pretty scary if you ask me."
"W-What's scary about th-that?"
I didn't understand why I asked such a question. It wasn't like I was afraid or anything like that!
He ran a hand through his green hair, "Well... you do live near a forest, and there are plenty of wild animals roaming around at night, doesn't that frighten you just a bit?"
"N-Not really, the local police is just a few miles away, I can make a qu-quick call if anything h-happens."
"That so?" He smirked.
... Was I hallucinating?
I thought I saw some sort of yellow glint in his eyes.
Just my imagination, I suppose.
He walked slowly and calmly towards the kitchen, getting closer and closer to me. I felt his presence well, and it made me feel slightly uncomfortable.
"You know," he began to say with a cheerful tone, "I'm still very thankful, so why not let me show my gratitude by doing a favour for you, what do you say?"
"Y-You don't h-h-h-have to d-do s-something like that," I stuttered again, my face reddening. He was TOO close, way too close!
"Oh, but there must be something I could do, no?"
"Don't worry a-about it."
"Hmmmm..." He looked up, "I think you'll take that back soon."
I turned, alarmed.
"What? Why...?"
He simply smiled, "You'll see, soon enough."
I wasn't sure what he meant by that, and I didn't want to understand. But I had an awful feeling, that this handsome young man was in fact a troublemaker, and I certainly hoped I was wrong, because having a troublemaker in my house meant giving up on my peaceful life, and that's the last thing I wanted.
I was just about to cut the last remaining onion until Flippy suddenly grabbed into me and pushed me on the ground, one arm held my head protectively to prevent any damage while the other was holding around my waist.
If there wasn't the sudden shards of glass flowing out of nowhere and the sound of gunshots, then I would've thought about something else.
"Damn! Fuckers found me already!" He hissed loudly, taking out of his rather large military pants what seemed to be a revolver and a survival knife. I frowned at the sight.
He looked down at me, his eyes weren't the gentle green I saw before; no... they were so fierce and had a striking golden color.
Eyes filled with hatred, anger... a ferocious man.
Before I knew it, my eyes got teary; my body was shaking and I was sweating non-stop. Noticing that, he smirked devilishly.
"Oh? What's this underneath me?" He grinned; his teeth looked so sharp and white. Gun shots pierced the whole house and broke the glass, shattering it and making loud noises; I could hear the sound of the TV breaking and the lights flickering on and off.
What in heaven's name was going on?!
I didn't hide my frightened expression, I couldn't hide it. Everything happened too fast, and I lost catch of the situation.
"Well, seems that idiot got a good one, eh?" He held my chin with his index and thumb, lifting my head up, "You better not get in my way, you bitch. Hear me? Move and I'll be sure to rape you with my fist!"
I froze at that last sentence, what just happened? Who was this guy? What's with those eyes? Where did he come from? What on earth was going on?!
I asked myself so many questions that I lost trace of the situation. He already stood up and dashed outside, they were still shooting; and he was still going at it. I was so sure it was the end, that he would die and that they would go after me as well.
I was wrong, oh dead wrong. I thought he was doing something absurd, that he was the crazy guy, charging at them like that, that he stood no choice.
But then I realized that it was the other way around.
They were the ones doing something absurd, they were out of their minds; they were the ones who stood no chance.
Because I came to understand, only after that battle; after I had the courage to step out of my house, that that man; Flippy, was practically invincible.
Standing in the midst of a bloody mess, his body; covered in blood and him licking on his knife devilishly, I then understood...
That my life was about to become a living hell.
Say goodbye to those peaceful times, goodbye to the good ol' happy daily routine.
And say hello to the troublemaking Flippy, who will spend the rest of your life with you, transforming your godly sanctuary into a bloody cemetery.
TBC.
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Yeah, sad chapter? Pretty much. Comedy involved! There is no such thing as drama in this story, no worries! Just the first chapter... which is kinda' awkward in my opinion.
Just prepare yourselves for some lime, cursing and ecchi-ness. Oh, and add a naive lil' Flippy and a Pervy Fliqpy to the cart.
Seeyou next time!