YuRi Shipper: I apologize for being a lazy ass – and not updating 'Make it Go Away'. I'm still torn on how to start the next chapter… but it should be up sometime between now, and the end of March Break… x.x
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. Go ahead – see if you can sue me for that. Bet you can't. Nyah-watches as a flock of lawyers disappear sadly-
Chapter One : Harder Than It Looks
Love and Treason By YuRi Shipper
She mumbled a curse, teeth clenching together. It wasn't
often the French woman swore, but such an occasion called for it. Her arm was
bleeding rather badly, hanging lifelessly at her side. Pools of a cerulean hue
had lost all previous anger and fear, only to be replaced with pain and
confusion. She didn't know what was going on – and that bothered her.
Long locks of a light blonde were
pulled back by a simple bow, which was red in colour – coincidentally,
any hair by her wounded arm was turning the same deep shade of crimson.
Helena Douglas was near ready to go
insane – this was a situation she had never encountered before. Never had she
felt such pain, seen such a commotion, been so very confused…
Her brow furrowed, pale skin gleaming
in the afternoon sun – why was it so cold? She had never truly noticed how the
weather was in her country – she preferred to remain indoors, playing the piano
and singing along with her mother…
She winced yet again, this time from
memory instead of her physical wounds. "Maman…" The blonde murmured, long bangs that framed her face
shadowing pained features from the world – not like there was anyone around,
however.
She'd watched them less than
twenty-four hours ago – watched as her mother was killed. Thankfully, it had
been a quick death – a single bullet wound to the head. But… she had watched. Helena
felt another feeling added to those already overcoming her – shame. Why hadn't
she helped?
Her dress was torn in quite a few
places – escaping had been hard work, and the French princess had scrambled
through many bushes, trees and such… no, that hadn't made her very happy. But,
if it meant the difference between life and death, well – she picked life.
Though why was slowly becoming a mystery, even to her.
Helena
frowned, sinking down in the forest as she suddenly
realized her situation. It had become all too clear to her what would happen if
anyone saw her – that would be the end. And, should she remain in one spot, she'd
die from lack of food, or from the cold… something would kill her.
And so, with this suddenly entering
her mind, she could think of only one outcome for all the options she had left –
death.
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Hitomi gasped, falling over painfully – it turned out the palace's vents lead to quite a drop – and she had taken the risk and simply jumped. It hadn't been the wisest move – her knees, elbows and stomach had already been sliced by the rough floors in the tiny air ducts. And she'd landed in a most unusual position outside the large building where she had lived her whole life – her body had bent at a peculiar angle, and her side had hit first. In the beginning, she had convinced herself she had heard no cracking sound, that it was her imagination and the reason she felt so winded was merely because she'd been running with mild injuries all night and through into the morning.
She was currently facing grim fact, just as many others across the globe were. As one of her ribs made a sort of sliding motion, she turned her head away, stormy blue-grey eyes clouding over. She felt as though she might be ill – ribs weren't supposed to move that way. They weren't supposed to move at all.
Brown bangs were matted to her forehead with sweat, the rest of her hair around her as she lay motionless on the forest floor for a little while, each breath causing her great pain. The girl twisted, gasping yet again as she did. How the hell had she run so far in this condition? Well, it could probably be blamed on an adrenaline rush.
It was confirmed – the young German would not be moving anywhere else for quite some time. Exhausted, beaten and in a daze, her consciousness was slowly slipping away from her, and eventually left all together, so that she could get well-needed rest – rest that might be her last, should anyone happen to search the dense forest area behind her old home.
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One thing could be
said about Tina – she was no liar. Flirty, a bit of a slut, your typical dumb
blonde – yes, you could call Miss Armstrong any of those. But she was not a
liar. As promised, the young American had telephoned dear Daddy early in the
morning, and pestered, whined, cried and shouted until he gave in, giving her
the jet for as long as she and her lover would need it.
"There. All settled." She turned to
Lisa, who was beaming. Seemed someone
was happy they were going. Unfortunately, so was the rest of the world – North America,
South America, and every country that could afford to send people in were doing
so – thankfully, Bass Armstrong was a man of great wealth – he'd been able to
pay off some government officials so his daughter and who he assumed was her 'best
friend' could go as well. Poor fellow – he really had no clue.
"You've got the tape that showed
their pictures, right?" Lisa inquired, squealing joyfully as Tina waved the
black object with a smirk. She obviously didn't realize how big some of these
countries were – China,
for example. Huge. Huge, huge, huge,
huge, fucking huge. But Lisa didn't care – she'd find those princesses!
And, Tina being somewhat of an airhead, believed that they could and would.
"Where to first?"
The blonde drawled, raking slender fingers through her layered locks.
"Most people are headed to Great
Britain – we should go there as well, then
work our way to France…
I'm guessing we'll hit Germany
after that, followed by China
and lastly, Japan."
Seemed like somebody had been dreaming up plans. No
matter. Tina whistled in a low tone. "Damn, girl. We've got us some travellin' to do."
And, without further ado, the pilot
was finally told where to fly – next
stop, Great Britain.
YuRi Shipper: I know, I know, I
KNOW! Short. -.- But you'll have to deal with it – I've
only got a certain amount of time on the computer today… now, ciao. RR, or I'll sick… erm… Tina on you.
Tina: o-O
YuRi Shipper: Look threatening!
Tina-looks the same as ever-
YuRi Shipper: AHHH-scuttles off-