(a/n) Here is the second chapter! Yay! See first chapter for disclaimer.

And I would like to send this message to Gundamfanatic123! Thank you for taking the time to review my story! I am so happy that I am not the only one who loves Interstella 5555. There are only two other stories here for this awesome movie and it is a shame. There should be more. :(

Now bear in mind, I have no idea what kind of language to make up as alien so I just mixed up the words to make them look alien enough. -shrugs- I'm lazy XD

About an hour later, through the rain and the muck of her front yard, Anisse had managed to half carry and half pull her unexpected guest up the front steps of her porch. She had fumbled with the keys for a moment as she balanced the man's heavy weight across her small shoulders. Finally, she managed to unlock the door and drag herself and her guest inside her cabin.

It was a large one roomed abode that bore only the bare necessities. There was a tiny kitchenette in one corner with a wooden table and two chairs. A small counter separated the kitchen from the rest of the living area. On the same side of the room, a small couch faced an even smaller TV. On the other side of the room, a single person bed was set against one of the few windows of the cabin, the sheets currently unmade. Blank canvases rested against the foot of the bed where her "studio" took up the remaining side of the room. Her easel was set up against the wall, the canvas that rested on the wooden stand bearing the beginning of a sketch. Various brushes and paints surrounded the easel but they had remained untouched for some time.

Moving carefully to avoid the couch, Anisse struggled with the dead weight on her shoulders. She eyed her bed with slight longing before she heaved a sigh and shifted her load, being careful not to drop him. He slid off of her back and onto the bed, the mattress creaking from the sudden weight. Straightening, she rubbed her aching shoulders then went to gather blank canvases from the foot of the bed. She set them up against the wall beside the easel then went to turn on the floor lamp so that at least some light was available. Thank the stars that the storm hadn't cut the power.

She turned her attention back to the strange man on her bed. He was soaking her sheets with those wet clothes and sleeping in a wet bed was not all that pleasant. Trying her best not to blush, she moved over him, thinking best that she would start with his feet. The large maroon and purple boots that adorned his feet matched with his funny jump suit. There were no laces, no zipper, not even a Velcro latch in which to undo the boots. Chewing thoughtfully on her lower lip, she reached down to pull one of the boots off. It slipped right off of his foot and she stumbled back in surprise, having expected some resistance. She eyed the boot with interest, it felt rather soft to the touch, like silk, but it seemed to resemble a more synthetic material. What was even more amazing was the fact that the boot wasn't soaked at all; there were beads of moisture that rolled off of the surface. So it was water resistant? That was good.

Setting the boot on the floor, she pulled off the other one and placed it with its mate. The faint shock returned from earlier returned full force when two bare and blue feet were hanging over the edge of the bed. Well, at least she didn't have to worry about wet socks… It was just starting to sink in that this person either had a very convincing full body paint or he just was not human. She was hoping for the former.

Curiosity getting the best of her, she reached a finger out and rubbed the sole of his foot. His foot twitched in response and her mouth twitched from the giggle that she was trying to hold back. She glanced down at her finger and saw no residue of blue body paint, which meant of course that the man was not human. Pushing the thought aside, she moved around the bed to try and get the jacket off. She turned him on his side with a grunt and found a latch on the front just below his neck. She pulled on it gently and the jacket came undone, splitting apart like a banana peel.

Anisse jumped back in surprise, afraid that the whole suit would come undone. Thank goodness it stopped at his waist. She reached out to pull his arms free of from the jacket and set it aside with this boots. The jacket was made of the same material as the boots and she was happy to see that it was water resistant as well. At least his clothes would be dry by the time he woke up. She eyed his pants then decided it would be better if she left those alone. He didn't wear a shirt beneath the jacket so she pulled the blanket around and tucked it beneath his still form. His bare chest was as blue as the rest of him, from his head down to his toes was nothing more than blue skin. It was eerie but she wasn't as afraid as she should have been. Maybe it was because of the fact that aside from the blue skin, he looked pretty human. That would most likely change the moment he woke up though.

Heaving a sigh, she left the cabin to retrieve her groceries and new art supplies from the car. It was still pouring rain but seeing as she was already wet, it didn't matter if she got further soaked. She returned a moment later, arms filled with bags and dripping water down on the area rug that rested across the entranceway. She set the art supplies by the easel then went to put the groceries away. As she did this, she pulled out a tea pot and a box of tea bags. Turning on the old gas stove, she filled the pot with water to boil.

Time slipped by while the rain poured outside, Anisse took some extra clothes and went to take a warm shower in the tiny bathroom adjacent to the kitchen. She had almost forgotten about her guest until she emerged from the bathroom, dirty clothes in hand, and spotted him on her bed. He had shifted in position and was lying on his back, the blanket tangled around his legs. Setting the dirty clothes in the hamper, she was distracted by the sound of the whistling tea pot.

She served herself some tea then leaned against the counter with a gentle sigh, her grey eyes watching the blue skinned man. Under the light, his hair was drying off, looking to be more brown than black. His chest rose and fell beneath the blanket as he slept, his face twitching once in awhile. Finishing her tea, she went to the couch and turned on the TV. Music blared from the speakers as a commercial flashed across the screen. "Now available from Rocket Records! The brand new hit from the newest music sensation, the Crescendolls! One More Time!"

Panicking, she thumbed the down button to the volume and glanced quickly at the bed. The man didn't even budge. Sighing in relief, she changed the channel and plopped down on the cushions. It was going to be a long night…

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Anisse didn't recall falling asleep. The last thing she remembered was watching some behind the music program that had something to do with the disappearances of some famous musicians through out the years. The next thing she knew something was poking her forehead and a deep voice was speaking random gibberish. "Dno't mvoe."

She blinked up in surprise as she found herself staring at the barrel of some kind of gun. She went deathly pale as her eyes traveled up to find herself staring at her strange guest. He was wide awake now and he had the angriest frown she had ever seen on a person. His chest was heaving as he stared at her then looked around the room. "Werhe ma I? Waht si tihs plcae?" His dark blue eyes glanced down at her and his frown deepened. "Waht hvae oyu dnoe wtih ym sihp?"

Anisse held up her hands as she shook her head, her heart pounding against her chest. "I-I'm sorry. I can't understand you. Please, I only tried to help." Her grey eyes glanced at the foot of the bed and she nodded to where his belongings still rested on the floor. "Your things are there, just take what you want. Please don't hurt me…" Her gaze focused back on the weapon as she began to tremble from fear. So much for being a Good Samaritan…

The man blinked and looked over to where she had nodded; his jacket was neatly folded beside the bed with his boots. He was silent for a moment as his frowned eased and he looked at Anisse with a confused expression. "Wree oyu teh oen taht I swa cvoerd ni wihte lhigt? Ni teh rnai?"

To her surprise, he lowered his gun away from her face as the frowned disappeared. A heartbeat passed before he put his gun back in the holster on his hip. He ran a large blue hand through his brown hair, he looked generally confused. "I rmmeeebr onw... I wsa wnaerdnig trhugoh taht froset. Tehn I swa oyu..." He studied her face with such an intense gaze as he took in a breath. "Woh era oyu?"

Anisse stared blankly up at him, not understanding a word he was saying. He had put his weapon away so that must have been a good thing. Slowly she sat up on the couch and got to her feet, keeping him within her sights. "I-I'm sorry… I can't understand you…" She eased around the couch so that it was between them, her hands trembling.

The man stared at her in turn, studying her skin color before he walked toward her and held out his hand. "Gvie em yuor hnad."

She shook her head as she took a step back, the fear quite evident in her large grey eyes. "Please don't hurt me, just take what you want and go."

The man looked confused, not understanding her. He blinked and beckoned to her, his large blue hand open to her. "Gvie em yuor hnad." He said once again as he took a step to her.

"No! Please don't!" She screamed as the fear got the better of her and she turned to run. At that moment, she felt his hand wrap around her small wrist. A shock like an electrical current shut up her arm, through her spine and straight to her brain. She cried out in surprise as stars burst in her eyes and her vision blurred. She had the faintest vision of a star filled sky and a hint of music before the darkness enveloped her completely…