Author's Note: Hello, I just wanted to let people know that I am back to writing fanfics, kinda. I will have more time in a bit, but for now I wanted to share this since I had the urge to write it.
Anyways, another Feelingshipping cause we need more of it. This time however, it won't be as sweet and fluffy as my one shots like "Even though I Don't Know I'm Still Waiting" and "Lost in the Moment" that is to say if they are. And compared to my fanfic "What's Cute, Small, Yellow?" I will personally write this with a more serious touch and for that reason it is rated M.
Warning: This fic will have adult themes, language, and some violence, but I probably won't write any uhhh...explicit material, MAYBE. Also, characters will be OOC, so don't expect the cute, shy Yellow, or the cool, cold Green, blah.
Pairings: Feeling and Lucky. The rest I will decide later, but I will most likely use the pairings I like.
Disclaimer: Don't own Pokemon, never will.
This is stupid. She thought. She looked at the glass cup in her hands and stared at it consequently. The reflection of her blonde hair and bright yellow eyes looked so dirty and grim inside the clear brown liquid.
Ugh…What am I doing?
It wasn't like her, that is to say, it wasn't like her to salvage herself in a dark room wearing a thin white blouse and pink frilled mini skirt in a completely hostile environment knowing full well that her situation was completely reckless and advantageous to predatory eyes.
Just a few hours prior, she'd received a shocking, well not really, announcement. Her lovely, beautiful sister, Blue was getting married. But it gets better; she's getting married to the handsome, kind, and humorous Red. Why is this so fascinating?
Well, that's because…
I love him…
Yep, love him so much that she'd throw away anything for him…even her very love. In this case, try very hard to drown it in a small glass filled with alcohol. Since the first shot didn't work, she tried another and another and another. She sighs.
It wasn't like they had anything going on though. She had always been a secret admirer from the sidelines. She never spoke to him once until the day…she frowned…the day Blue introduced her to her newest boyfriend.
Blue was very popular with guys. She went out with many who were rich, famous, popular, and even …dare she say it…taken. Her sister was no tramp however and anyone who said it would meet her fist, elbow, and knee, and maybe the ground if she felt like her job was done, which is something considering her good natured personality.
Anyway, when it comes to love, Blue usually got the end of the deal. The moment she thought she was in love, she had her heart trampled on. Eventually she gave up and started going out randomly with guys that had enough courage to ask her out, but they usually ended up high tailing out of their apartment the moment they step into the doorway. The reason was simple. If she wasn't going to let a guy touch her heart then there was no way she'd let them touch her amazingly, sculpted body.
Yellow knew all this of course, but she still felt a little bitter about Blue and Red's engagement.
When Blue thought all hope was lost, she met Red, an innocent bystander during one of her dates that went out of control. Her date tried to force her into his car and take her someplace with more privacy, but she refused and things turned ugly. Luckily, Red happened to be out for groceries and saw her struggle and in came the hero to save the day. He warded off her date and was rewarded sincerely with a kiss. Sounds like a romance novel right? Well guess what, they met again coincidentally and he managed to charm her. Since then, they'd been together.
How long has it been? She wondered. Since this one-sided love began.
It also happened to be that coincidentally, the very hero who saved her sister, saved her from a car accident and would soon become her brother-in-law. She smiled wryly to herself.
What a fucked up twist.
She was around 15 at the time and fell head over heels in love with the dashing, brave man who without a second thought ran into the middle of the street to swoop her away from the danger that drove ahead. The moment he held her, she fell into the grasps of love. From that moment on, she secretly watched him from afar, only to find out months later, he was seeing Blue.
The blonde, however, was no longer the same teen who fell in love helplessly during that time. As of right now, she was officially a legal adult, who, by choice, could involve herself in more adult related activities instead of dwelling on a stupid high school girl's crush. Well, love, to be exact. And out of all the choices, she chose to go drinking.
Knowing all that still did not make her feel any better. Her acting so recklessly and out of control was by far something she ever thought she could do.
Love makes you do crazy things. She grimaced. Her very dear sister told her that.
The girl propped her head against the counter and sighed wishing she could be in her sister's place instead of the stupid dark and dangerous world she was in right now. If she remembered correctly, Blue was over at Red's doing who knows what, scratch that, she knew a lot of what they did and are probably doing, which only frustrated her even more.
They were in love, she knows that, but her heart still denied her the will to give up on him. How long will it take for her to move on, she wonders. Heck, her sister even moved out of their apartment this morning and she was now in need of a new roommate! And so she wonders if she would ever be truly happy about them, about her.
It wasn't like she didn't have any chances with love, either. She just reserved herself more when it came to dating. The girl also had quite a high number of onlookers. Her sister may have the looks and body of a model, but she had something else to offer. The girl was not so tall and quite petite, but she withheld a look of tempting innocence. Her skin was pale, but her hair shined like gold. Even her eyes glowed with splendor which added more to her luscious looks. She was something like a fragile and graceful beauty, but she was far from that. The girl had pretty good reflexes and a good sense of judgment, but it was apparent she wasn't using it at the moment.
The girl rubbed her temples and let out a moan. All the alcohol she consumed was giving her a headache, but that didn't stop her from downing another shot.
Her head was feeling tipsy and her body flamed with heat. She wondered just how many did she take. It was amazing that she was still able to think…not like that was going to last.
After finishing her business at the bar, she opted to leave, but the staggering feeling kept her from moving too much. With much effort, she managed to reach the ouside world and into the darkness that was not too much different when she was in. Besides the night breeze, it was hard for the girl to tell exactly where she was.
Moments had passed and she had gone down a few blocks, but even then she wasn't exactly sure where she was. Time passed quickly, or at least, that's what it felt like to her. Her head was so warped that time felt like it had also lapsed. Or maybe the world was warped? Yeah…that's why she was having such a fucked up day and a fucked up night. The world itself was a fuck up!
Stupid sister. She stopped in her tracks.
Stupid love. And she kicked the wall beside her.
Stupid night. She cursed the darkness she was encased in.
Stupid headache. And she heard footstep closing in on her.
Stupid alcohol. And she knew she couldn't save herself.
A hand suddenly covered her mouth to prevent her from screaming while another encased her arms, dragging her into the dark alley she had just passed. Struggling, she tried to kick the man from behind, but to no avail. Suddenly, another blur appeared before her and managed to catch her leg.
"Hey, sweetie," cooed one of the men. "Dolls shouldn't move…they might break." As she thrashed about, two more men approached them and helped to bind her. Soon, she could feel more hands, this time trailing her body. The girl's eyes widened. Shit. If only she didn't have that last shot, or maybe even the shot before that, she might have been able avoid this situation.
Another man laughed into her ears.
"Aww, come on hot stuff, we just wanna share the heat, if you know what I'm saying…" she could smell alcohol in his breath.
"Don't worry babe, we'll do you good."
She felt fear well up in her throat and tried to scream, but nothing came out. She tried to pull from their grasps, but she didn't have enough strength. The fabric of her blouse ripping resounded in her ears.
I'm fucked…Technically, she was almost correct. However her statement would soon come true if she did not get away.
Her head throbbed and her arms were starting to bruise under their grip. If her brain was even a bit functional, then she at least knew she was being ganged up on by four men. However, if her brain were even more functional, she could see another approach.
In less than a second, the man holding her legs down was swept across the alley.
"Uggh!" she heard a man gasp.
Instantly, she felt the hands around her arm free her. She could hear a painful gasp as she turned to look at the next man flying into the distance. Soon she was completely free.
As her headache prevented her from thinking clearly, she also could not see within the blurred darkness, nor could she keep up with the sounds. Trying to stand was a bad idea as her legs gave in and she plummeted into a small puddle. Her head was just too light and dizzy, but she could still hear all the painful clashes and groans that filled the night air.
Fuck my life. Thought the girl.
A moment later, she felt a pair of cold hands grab her, pulling her up. The silence until now did not even register into her head. Still, unbalanced, she tipped over landing into the form of a well toned man. She could feel his muscles underneath his thin, silk, button up shirt. His cold, lean body seemed to cool her flaming one, lowering her awareness of her current position, until he chuckled. His voice was deep, yet light, but nonetheless manly.
"What should I do with you, miss?" he smirked seductively.
Snapping back from her drift, she tried once again to pull out of another man's grasp.
"You don't have to be afraid," he whispered softly into her ears. "What's your name?"
Without reply, the girl tried harder and even banged her fist into his chest only to receive another amused chuckle.
"Well, if you won't tell me, then…"
The man arched over and squeezed her body against his, making her gasp. The man was so close she could inhale his light, but noticeable scent of cologne. Using his right hand he trailed it slowly up her thigh and under her skirt causing her to shift in discomfort. Chuckling, she could tell very much he was enjoying taunting her. Without warning, he pulled out her hidden wallet that she kept around her thigh using an adjustable band.
H-how did he know it was there?
Using the same hand, he flicked it open and looked at its contents.
"You're Yellow…" he breathed.
The girl Yellow continued to struggle against him, but he didn't seem at all bothered. Finally, she gave up and glared at him. With the little light that bounced off the street lights, she could make out his features. She could see the contours of his face, his shoulders, and his hair. Although, her lighting was as bad as her vision, she could at least tell he was a good looking person.
"Like what you see?" he smiled, eyeing her teasingly. Instead, Yellow hardened her glare. She didn't have time for this, to be more exact, she couldn't handle this, not when her head was spinning and her body burning up.
"Let go!" she squirmed in his arms.
"Of what?" he taunted, tightening his hold.
"Y-you jerk. Pervert!" she screamed. He frowned.
"That's not nice," he told her, "you shouldn't say that to your savior."
Yellow clenched her jaw. This guy was a nuisance. Her head hurt enough as it did. She didn't know if she could last much longer. Her arms gave up after countless struggles and her body grew heavy as her head drew light.
"Shut up…" she growled her consciousness slipping away. "I…I fucking hate heroes…"
The man only continued to laugh amused. Leaning his face against hers she could vaguely make out his brilliant, green eyes.
"Good," he whispered seductively, " because I'm not one."
And with that she blacked out.
Damn, why is it that I can never get this much motivation to write essays? Anyway, goodbye for now, I have two papers due tomorrow and I'm not close to finishing.
Reviews are appreciated.
