Wrote this a month or so ago. Have most of the second chapter done. Pretty excited for a Rei/Jade story. It shouldn't be too long. Just a handful of chapters. Dunno how this beat out all the others I've started/planning. I found the file and wanted it ha.
He wasn't completely sure what had drawn his attention. She hadn't been doing anything particularly interesting. When he'd turned, she was debating between different boxes of chocolates, as though it were the most important decision of her life. Her lips were pursed, her violet eyes narrowed. Finally, she grabbed one off the shelf and dropped it in her basket, flipping her raven hair over her shoulder.
His breath caught; she was gorgeous.
He assumed this is what had attracted his attention. By the looks of others around them, it had attracted the attention of many; jealous women, wanting men, admiring children. She was a goddess among them.
He felt a twinge of jealousy that others had noticed.
His head ducked, ashamed of having that kind of feeling over a complete stranger.
He peaked back up through his eyelashes, wanting to catch one more secret glance before she disappeared out of his life. Probably forever. However, as his blue eyes fell upon the violet, his head snapped up. They were narrowed again, though this time in annoyance rather than concentration. He took an unwarranted, or so he thought, step backwards.
The hardly contained fury on the beautiful woman's face had attracted even more attention and, being the object of her anger, so had he. She took a slow step forward, deadly intent sounding off from the click of her heels. He would have taken another step backwards if he could.
Each step seemed to spell out his demise, though he wasn't sure why. He hadn't thought he'd been leering. He'd found her beautiful, worthy of a second glance, but he hadn't had any ulterior motive. Her face made him think otherwise.
She stopped with less than a foot between them. His heart sped, now because of something other than fear for his life.
"Jadeite."
The stone? No, a name. Someone's name. Something tugged in the back of his mind, a dam wanting to break. It should mean something to him. It didn't.
"Jacob," he responded as though solidifying what he already knew: his own name.
She leaned forward, studying his face. Her scent wafted over him; lavender. And, something else, something slightly smoky. Something familiar? Something that had excited him once before.
It was like when he was young and would go camping, then a few weeks later pull on a jacket and the scent of the fire would surround him, remind him of past.
It made his stomach dance.
He leaned away, uncomfortable with the confusion her proximity was causing him. He'd certainly remember meeting someone like her in his life. Even if there was plenty else that he'd forgotten.
She leaned back, her eyes opening and her expression becoming understanding, "You don't remember."
He didn't. There was something there, where there shouldn't be, in the back of his mind. It told him there was something to remember, something important. He worked through his memories carefully, trying to find a gap, any gap. Before the accident?
"How unfair," she said lowly. She wasn't referring to him. It wasn't unfair to him. It was unfair to her. Why?
He flinched as her hand moved towards him. He was sure she was going to hurt him, though he wasn't sure why. He had no reason to think this woman was violent; though something told him she certainly could be.
But, she wasn't.
Her palm met his cheek and his stomach gave one last violent flop. The tingling in the back of his head stopped, the dam broke.
She stood before him, or he thought it was her. The same raven hair, the same violet eyes, the same scorn in her eyes. Except, there was something different. She radiated even more than she did now; she was ethereal. She was a goddess.
She stood above him, clad in a red gown, her nose in the air and looking down at him through half hooded eyes. Then, she was smiling, her face bright, her eyes shining, in the same red gown as before. Her lips met his and he felt himself blush. And then she was on the ground before him, blood covered and unmoving in a red and white get up that vaguely resembled a sailor school uniform. He felt the weakness in his own muscles, the strain of the battle.
Suddenly, she was before him again. Human, her outfit nothing more than a pair of jeans and an overstuffed coat. Her hand was pulling away from his face and with it the memories were slipping back into their box. Safe, out of sight.
His eyes gazed into hers for a second, taking in the hate, the scorn, the envy. The hurt?
His stomach gave one final lurch and he knew it couldn't be ignored any longer. He dropped his basket and pushed past her without another glance. He hurried from the building, finding the closest alley to empty his stomach.
After several minutes, he stood up and pressed one hand to his head and the other gripped at his stomach. He wasn't sure what was worse: the pounding in his head or the rolling in his stomach.
He stood that way for several minutes until both had passed, trying to piece together what had happened the entire time. He'd been in the store and he'd been fine. That woman had approached him, called him Jadeite and touched him. Suddenly, he was wheeling away from her and she was looking at him in a way he wasn't likely to ever forget.
When he could finally manage it, he walked- more stumbled- from the alley way and towards his home. It was a miracle he didn't get stopped for intoxication.