Lemony: Alrightie, new chapter.
Wicked: So now what can we expect of our werewolf friend?
Lemony: Hmmm…read and find out.
Awesome: I'll wait for the reviews.
Silver Moon
"Hey mister…" A small child squeaked as she stared down at an unconscious man, the ten-year-old girl kicked him lightly. The silver-haired man below her groaned.
"Hey mister…wake up…" She said kicking him again, Gin rolled onto his side and groaned once more as he forced his eyes open. He blinked up at the little blonde girl; suddenly he heard a hi-pitched squeal.
"Hina, you leave that poor man alone!" A female called, the little girl took off and again Gin was left alone. He winced at the amount of sunlight covering him.
Was he dead?
No, he was still in the park the only difference was it was daylight and people where around. Every muscle in Gin's body was screaming at him, his joints were stiff as wood and felt as weak as a newborn. He had to fight himself to get off the ground, his was throat was as dry as a desert and all his nerve-endings were on fire. What the hell happened? Gin was covered in dirt and his shirt was torn to pieces, he was taking long labored breaths. He tried to remember last night's events, but all was just a blur.
He remembered his fight with Rukia, then driving off, then nothing. Gin looked around the park and saw people being happy and merry and total oblivious to the pain he was in. He looked at his body, there were no wounds, no blood, just soreness all over. He groaned in agony as he began to re-trace his steps back to his car. He remembered walking, and a squirrel.
Had he been attacked by a squirrel?
Gin continued to walk about the park, searching for his car. He found it parked on the street still in one piece. Ok so that solved his car problem, but he had bigger problem.
He had no gas. That he remembered perfectly. Gin was far to exhausted to try to walk home, he sat in his car for moment, thinking.
What the hell happened? Gin racked his brain for possible solutions. He still had his wallet so he wasn't robbed, he was sore but had no open wounds, and he woke up in a park…Gin's mind couldn't put those variables together. He looked to his stereo deck, it was 10:30 in the morning, and thank God he didn't have work today. If he did, he would have certainly called in sick. He reclined his seat and closed his eyes.
Rest is what he needed.
Gin jerked up once he heard someone knocking on his window. Groggily, Gin rolled it down. It was a male police officer.
Just great.
"Sir, you can't park here." The officer informed, Gin looked around confused. His mind couldn't process much at the moment.
"Oh, um…I'm sorry…" Gin uttered weakly, the officer arched an eyebrow. The silver-haired man looked like shit. At least he wasn't driving.
"Sir, are you alright?" The officer questioned, Gin wasn't sure how to answer that. He knew he looked bad and that lying to a cop could put him in hot water. He decided…hell he didn't know what he decided. His mind was in too much of a haze.
"I…I think so…" Gin whispered, the officer studied him. Gin's eyes were closed, and he was smiling like an idiot.
"Are you ok to drive?" The officer continued, Gin shook his head no.
"I'm out of gas…" Gin admitted to him, the officer rubbed his chin obviously deep in thought.
"If you're ok to drive, I have a can of gas in my car. Now I'll ask again, are you alright to drive?" The cop questioned, honestly, he wasn't in the mood to deal with hung-over pedestrians and he wasn't about to be an upstanding citizen. As long as the silver-haired, unidentified male could get home, he could sleep with a clean conscience. Gin nodded furiously at the suggestion, he wanted to get home ASAP. After a few minutes of trying to convince the cop he was fine, Gin set off driving like a bat out of hell trying to get home.
Meanwhile, Rukia sat with her legs curled up to her chest sitting in the living room. Gin hadn't come home last night and she worried sick about him. She was kicking herself in the head for being so stupid. How could she accuse him of cheating? Gin had been nothing but good to her since they met. He still did the little things he did when the first started dating like bring flowers to the theater just because it was Tuesday and message her back sometimes. Rukia hadn't slept all night, she stayed up crying her eyes out worried about Gin and scared that he might not come back.
What if he was hurt?
Rukia balled at the notion. It was all her fault Gin left in a huff in the first place. Whatever misfortune befell Gin was her fault.
Entirely her fault.
Rukia sighed heavily, she buried her head in her hands. She prayed that Gin would come back to her.
Her prayers were answered.
Just then Rukia heard the apartment door open and close. She leapt off the couch and ran into the hallway, to see Gin still alive (just barely).
"Gin!" Rukia exclaimed happily, running up to him and embracing him. Gin winced once Rukia wrapped her arms around him, his muscles were still sore. Rukia pressed her lips to his and kissed him tenderly.
"Gin, oh my God. I'm so sorry…" Rukia openly sobbed, Gin looked down at her with glazed eyes.
"Its ok," he muttered, Rukia looked at the tattered remains of his shirt and began to question him about it.
"What happened to your shirt?" She asked,
"I don't remember…"Gin said brushing past her and looking around the apartment as if he had never been there. He licked his lips once he caught a scent of something…meat. Gin made a beeline for the kitchen and frantically searched the refrigerator something, anything to eat. Rukia followed him and stared on in confusion as Gin devoured an entire package of hot dogs.
"Gin, are you feeling ok?" Rukia asked her silver-haired lover, Gin stopped chomping down on left-over steak long enough to answer her.
"I've never felt better…I'm just really hungry…" Gin said with mouthfuls of breakfast sausage. Rukia watched her boyfriend gobble down whatever meat was in their fridge. Very confused, more concerned then anything, Rukia tried to get him to settle down.
With no success.
Gin had emptied the fridge and turned his attention to the freezer.
"Aww…its gonna take forever for this chicken to thaw out!" He cried, he was still starving! But at least most of his hunger was sated. Gin didn't know what was wrong with him.
And frankly he didn't care.
Rukia was sitting on the counter watching him search the kitchen for any delicious morsel he could sink his teeth into.
And he found it.
"Rukia," Gin breathed, Rukia flinched at the way he said her name. His voice was strained and husky. He looked at her with predatory red eyes, he resembled a silver-haired panther ready to pounce on its prey. "Come here, Rukia…" He said beckoning her with his finger. Rukia stayed stilled, frozen to the counter and silent.
"If you won't come to me…I'll come to you…"
Awesome: Whoa, whoa, whoa, don't tell me Gin's gonna eat Rukia?
Wicked: I hope not, Lemony has been watching Hannibal Lector…
Lemony: Nope, you'll just have to wait and see what happens in the next chapter like everyone else. Most likely a lemon. REVIEW.
