Disclaimer: None of this is mine, except the plot.
Chapter 1: Falling
"I tremble….
You're gonna eat me alive…
If I stumble….
Your gonna eat me alive…"
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To Aerrow, it seemed like the days had been rolling by extra slowly on the Condor. Piper had got wind of a rare crystal on terra Amazonia, and considering they were on the other side of the Atmos, it would take them a day or two to get there. Normally this would be fine with Aerrow, but Stork insisted on "going slow", not wanting to damage the condor, which was already in need of a few fix-ups from their last run-in with Talons.
"Well," Piper chimed," I don't think the Cyclonians have heard of the location of this crystal yet, so I think it would be all right for us to take it slow and work on patching up the ship."
"Yeah, we totally needed a break!" Finn cheered, high-fiving a smiling Junko who added,
"Maybe we could stop by the Skyside Shanty and get some fried…." Aerrow cut him off there, deciding not to dwell on the deep fried anything-and-everything that place had to offer.
"Alright guys, since we're all in agreement, let's make a few stops to replenish supplies and take care of the Condor. But," Aerrow gave a pointed look at Finn, "we all have to help out and give a hand to Piper and Stork whenever they need it." He said this because he knew that Piper would be trying to gather as much fuel crystals as possible and Stork would be slaving over the ship, trying to see how smoothly he could make it operate. Everyone expressed their agreement, and Finn let out a large hooray before running topside to "work on his tan".
Aerrow shook his head, and Piper rolled her eyes. "Alright that's it then guys, if you need me I'll be working on my skimmer." And with that everyone left the meeting room to go tend to their own things.
Aerrow needed a break just as much as everyone else, and he needed time to himself, to think.
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Sighing, Aerrow brushed the bangs out of his face, not really caring that his hand was stained with oil. He had been working on his skimmer for two days now, with their ship docked on a terra so Junko could go out and stock up on food supplies, Piper on crystals, and Stork on equipment. He was finally satisfied with all the improvements he had made, figuring that his ultra (Skimmer III Ultra) should run a lot smoother now. Standing up, his eyes were immediately drawn to a gash on the side of his skimmer. He slowly traced it, thinking back to its cause, his last encounter the Dark Ace.
Aerrow had inadvertently been drawn away from his teammates, who were dealing with talons. He couldn't pay attention to them now. No, he only had his eyes and thoughts on one man, the Dark Ace. No one else could get him like this, get him so shaken and riled up that he was seeing red, but it was actually literal in a way, because though their battle was intense, Ace and Aerrow could not stop glaring at each other. Aerrow's green eyes locked on to his enemy's deep red ones that seemed to want to eat him alive, devour his soul. As their energy blades were locked in battle, their eyes seem to be in an even deeper battle, Aerrows blazing with need for respect, justice, hope, and Dark Aces shining with lust for power, freedom, and something else, something which Aerrow didn't really understand. Dark Ace licked his dry lips, and Aerrow couldn't help but be drawn to the simple movement, watching as the slowly traced his lips. Aerrow's eyes quickly darted up again to me his enemy's, but it was too late. Dark Ace took advantage of his loss of concentration and tripped him, his twin blades clattering out of his hands and falling to the terra bellow.
"Getting sloppy sky knight?" Dark Ace softly teased, straddling the fallen Storm Hawk.
"Well then kill me already! Just like you killed my father!" Aerrow ground out, struggling under Dark Ace, who pinned down both his wrists with one of his hands. Dark Ace then leaned forward to whisper in the young boy's ear.
"Now why would I do that?" Dark Ace gave a low chuckle. Aerrow shivered from the hot breath on his sensitive ear, thoroughly confused. "You remind me of him…" Dark Ace gently cupped his chin, stroking his cheek slowly with his thumb. Aerrow thought his heart would surely beat itself into the most frantic rhythm ever as the Dark Ace slowly leaned forward until their foreheads touched,. He stared intensely into Aerrows eyes, their lips nearly touching. Before Aerrow knew what he was doing, he had arched up and brushed his lips softly against Ace's, lost in the other man's eyes…
"Yo, Aerrow!" Aerrow jumped, nearly knocking over his skimmer, which he had been leaning on. Finn ran over, excitedly inviting him to come to a pub with him and Junko. Aerrow agreed, deciding he would dwell on his experience later.
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"Help I'm alive
My heart keeps beating
Like a hammer."
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AN: Hey readers. This is my first fanfiction attempt ever, which is no excuse to how bad it is. I really posted up this sad excuse for a story in hopes that I could find someone to help me in shaping and creating stories, and a beta. I regret this story more and more every minute, probably because I started writing it around 2 in the morning. I don't know if I'll continue, please review and help me out! Also, the title IS related to the story, and not my begging for help-ness.