Sonic X: My way.
I was kind of shocked and overwhelmed by the positive response to this story, sorry for the wait.
Chapter 2: Maybe.
Chris pov
I struggled to get back up, when I heard my window open. I turned my head to see, of all things, a blue hedgehog taller then me. The color of his fur, assuming it is a him, picked at the image of the blue and red blur I had save mere moments ago. Man, I'm glad I hit my watch before I started coughing. The hedgehog came over carefully as if trying not to scare me. "Dude, I just saved your tail. You owe me, so I'm not to worried." I said trying again to stand.
He smirked, not rivaling my own, and said "Well, in that case, let me help you up." Okay, that kinda freaked me out. He reached down a hand for me to take and I did. I stood up and looked at him. "My name's Krystal, but people call me Chris. What's your name?" I asked, again assuming he had one. "It's Sonic. Sonic the Hedgehog."
I smirked and walked to my sink to wash the blood out of my mouth. I spat out the now pink water and turned to find Sonic looking at me with a mix of concern and admiration. I swished around a little more water before speaking "What, never seen a girl cough up two pints of blood before?" I asked wiping my upper lip to remove the water mustache. "Not without someone panicking and telling someone to call a doctor." he returned without hesitation. "Please, no one even knows, and the doctors a useless." his eyes soften, I hate it when people give me that look. "Don't do that. I hate it when people look at me with pity." the look was gone.
"Listen, I can't hang around long, but maybe we could talk again sometime. It looks li..." at that moment there were footsteps coming toward my room. "Shit!" I whispered diving in bed and fixing it to where it looked like I was sleeping again. I felt rather then saw Sonic leave, but not before putting something around my wrist.
Sonic pov
I hid in the tree again and watched as Chris' mom came in. She sighed and kissed the girl's forehead "Must we go again? I do hate leaving her." a man, I'm guessing Chris' dad, came into the room. "I know, dear. But, if we're going to keep her happy, we need to keep our jobs. I'm sure she understands." I saw Chris' face scrunch slightly in rage before relaxing again. The two adults left the room sadly and shut the door.
Chris sat up and I saw she was holding back tears. "Damn it!" I growled trowing her pillow across the room and burying her face in her knees. I guess she thought I had left. She looked at the ring I gave her and smiled a little. "Maybe, just maybe, I can have a real friend now." she murmured before getting up for her pillow and lying back in her bed to sleep for real.
I smiled a little bit, "Maybe, Kid. Maybe."
