Hello so here is a new story that's been brewing up in my head. I've been obsessed with KakaSaku lately so I'm trying to give it a shot. I hope you like this first chapter, please review.
He was panting and his blood was pulsing in his ears. Out of breath he continued running through the moonlit town streets. It would have been a very beautiful night to contemplate the full moon, but alas he was running for dear life. He wasn't hurt, but his companion had been, and he was starting to panic. So much blood was seeping into his clothes and much more was covering his hands as he carried the girl in his arms to safety.
They weren't been followed anymore, but he continued running to her house. He didn't know were else to take her, for fuck's sake he was just a seventeen year old boy who did solo undercover missions. He didn't know how to heal someone, much less a civilian girl.
"Shit," he cursed as the girl groaned in pain and curled inwards caressing her abdomen. They had been ambushed during their night walk, making it obvious that his cover had been blown. "Shit."
Literally everything had turned to shit his life, the mission, and the girl's life, just because of stupid hormones and a persistent girl.
He arrived at the girls house, sliding open the door panel with a loud crash, alerting everyone. His disheveled silver spikes of hair had matted down with sweat, dirt and blood- her blood- making the sight of them covered in crimson red and debris a nightmare to any civilian. Her mother and sisters burst into action as the girl groaned once again in pain.
"The baby!," yelled her mother as she ushered her daughters to help her lower the girl. "Isao you've done enough, leave!" She had never liked him, not since the day he had arrived, not when her daughter announced she was pregnant out of wedlock with his child, and not now when he brought her daughter on the brink of death to her doorstep. So he did just a she told him.
The adrenaline that had been coursing through his veins had died down, so now he was tired, oh so tired. He was tired of the whole ordeal. He was just a seventeen year old boy, who had lost his teammates and teacher long ago, closing of his feelings to everyone. He didn't know how to take care of someone, so deep down he was relieved when he heard the panicked cries for the baby.
His blood-covered feet carried him around the house, right behind the girl's room. He could hear the girl's cries of pain mixed with small reassurances from her sisters. Sliding down the wall he placed his forearms over his bent knees, his silver mess falling between his legs. He didn't particularly care for the girl, like she cared for him, but he was responsible for her disgrace. He wasn't about to leave her and let her die. So he did the least he could and hoped beyond hope for what no-one should wish for.
Hours passed - what felt like hours- and he had started to doze off the buzzing of dragonflies surrounding the estate a soft lullaby compared to the painful shrieks of the girl. Alert that the room had quieted down, he stood up and listened intently to the hushed whispers.
"Akane," whispered her mother gently, "I'm so sorry."
He sighed and his mismatched eyes that hadn't wept in years filled to the brink with tears. He knew what she meant and the remorseful sobbing of the girl confirmed it all the more. She had lost the baby and he imagined was heartbroken but he couldn't share in her grief. He was relieved to tears and feeling all the much guiltier for feeling that way. But his life as he knew it was back with those simple words.
He was just a seventeen year old boy who did solo undercover missions.
"Where's Isao?" questioned the girl, her sobs carried through the window.
He didn't wait for someone to reply as he stealthy walked to the woods, not disturbing the gentle hum of the critters. He was leaving, after all his mission had failed and the problem that would hold him back had been solved. She lived and that was what mattered, because no one deserved to die because of him not anymore. He stopped a few meters in, and turned the girl's house still visible.
"Sorry Akane, I'm not Isao."
So this is the first chapter, it's short but engaging… I hope.
Thank you for reading and I would be very happy if you decide to follow/favorite/review.