ANOTHER CHAPTER! I really like this story, and the reviews I'm getting from it. Keep on giving me comments, and I take criticism very well, so if you do have anything to say about my writing put it nicely! No flames!
Chapter IV
I'll cry, will you listen?
When I was a little girl, my mother used to always take me to the park. Even when I grew up as a teenager, she still took me. My mother liked the swing, she would always put me on it and I remember starting slowly and not going higher, and then she push harder, and harder, so I could up higher. I loved looking up into the sky, the purple tint clouds and the velvet night. With the stars just starting to sparkle and the moon…gleaming like the sun with a silver light…
"Mayura what do you do for fun around here," I sighed out of boredom as we both sewed my clothing that had gotten rip from my training.
Mayura looked at me as if I was crazy, "This is what we do for fun. Sew."
Sewing, really? There had to be some type of, I don't know, board game! Ugh! I know Prince Zuko is just trying to keep me safe, but seriously-if he doesn't let me get out of here that I will peel my eyeballs out with a spoon! I'll become emo and start cutting MYSELF WITH A SPOON! Grr…A sigh parted my lips and I fell onto the bed, looking out the window, upside down, with a longing look. The clear blue skies and puffy white clouds that would pass every now and then, was like a fantasy. This place, wherever this place is, is nothing like Japan. Japan, you can see the pollution that goes up in the air. When the sun sets, it's a sickening pink color from the pollution in the air. Here…everything is like a fantasy, or dream. Nonexistant, yet here I was in this place.
"Hey, Hikaru," Mayura remembered, and started to pull something out of her pocket, "We found this in your laundry, I just forgot to give it to you, sorry. Who is she?"
Looking at the picture, I saw the women I admired most. She had a heart shaped face and the smile on her face, as if she was laughing at the person behind the camera. Her eyes were an emerald green color and she had pale peach lips, that full and lush. A little smudge of green paint was on her cheek.
"Her name was Rei Coumas," I smiled, "She was a great painter…you could've been the rotten apple in the bunch, yet she always saw the kindness in your heart. She tried to show her kindness to a robber who came into her house one day…but he didn't see it and demanded her car keys. She gave them to him, and he shot her."
Mayura, I saw, wanted to ask me another question. I guess she noticed the tension in the air and decided to leave instead. The door was shut, and I heard the guards lock it. Big fat warm tears started to fall down my cheek, I fell onto the bed and hugged one of the pillows as I sobbed into it.
Just the thought of trying to open up my eyes seemed like a choir. Doing the action was plain torture as someone shook me awake. I slapped their hand away, finally to the point where I was annoyed and I sat up, rubbing my eyes to try and ease them awake even more. A tapping of the foot made me realize that I was taking my sweet time to get up, I finally opened my crimson blood eyes and stared into the golden eyes of Prince Zuko.
"Hello," I said and he grabbed my hand, the wounded one and took a seat in a chair.
Watching him carefully, he pulled away the bandages and looked at the burn from his hands. He took a wash cloth that was close to the bedside, I tried to pull away as he came close to touching it, he looked at me with a look I didn't understand, almost a pleading one to forgive him. He then put the wet cloth to my hand, I bit my lip at the cold wash cloth and jerked a little, but he had a gentle, but firm, grip on my hand. I know I act like a kid, but I can honestly tell you that I've never been truly hurt before. Sure, a little paper cut every now and then or scratch but never a deep wound, burn, or even a bruise! A gasp escaped my lip as I almost yelped in pain but I bit my lip. Why does it hurt more the second time, then the first?
Soon he was bandaging it, and he turned to my shoulder. I realized that I could smell his very scent, he smelled of salt water, and some type of cologne that reminded me of military men. I liked it, and a smile graced my features for a second, until he started to clean my shoulder, and then it was a frown.
Turning slightly, I brushed my cheek against his, this made us both jump away, and he knocked over the bowl of water. The crash didn't phase us, we were still surprised. Gold met crimson blood, as we stared at each other in shock. I blinked as I heard the door knocking, the soldiers wanting to know if everything was okay.
"Sorry," I whispered to him, I bent down and started to clean up the pottery, he suddenly grabbed my burnt hand, gently.
"Something is bothering you," he whispered, I avoided his eyes.
I'm not quite sure what made me do what I did next. It could've been the fact that I really needed someone, right then and there. He was just the sorry sap to be in the place where I needed him. Or maybe I was still exhausted from crying. I don't know what it was, but I found myself crying in his arms. I can't remember if I walked over to him, crawled, I don't know. He was just suddenly there, and he held me. I blurted out the story of my mother, and he listened.
As I cried on his shoulder, he picked me up and placed e on the bed, as if I weighed nothing. I know for a fact, too, that he stayed there until I fell asleep. If he stayed there all night, I'm not sure. I just know that I woke in the morning, and the spot next to me was very, very, warm.
