CHAPTER 10

Jak held Snow close as she trembled in his arms. He looked down at her, she was so fragile and thin. His thought's went to her thinness then, Snow was very thin, very very thin, and Jak's heart hurt as he looked at her and the scars that covered her skin. She hadn't been wearing those clothes for any other reason than to hid her body, to hid the shape it was in from others. Jak pulled her even closer and he wondered if she could hear his heart beating.

Snow looked up at him, then back down to her body. He's just noticing how ugly I am isn't he? She whimpered softly to herself. She wrapped her arms around him as Jak pulled her close; she listened to his heart racing and wondered if he was discussed with her appearance. As she went to speak, Jak cut her off.

"Snow," He asked softly not looking at her, "When have you last eaten?"

She went to open her mouth but again Jak cut her off.

"Snow," He asked his voice cracking with a mixture of hatred and pain overwhelmed him, "Snow, who did this to you?"

Snow looked up at him as he kept his gaze to the far off wall, "I haven't eaten in quite some time…and there was no one who that did this to me…" She dropped her gaze. "But Jak," she answered hopefully which only hurt him more; "I'm use to it."

He looked down at her as she smiled up at him. His face was masked but his eyes told her she should never say that again. Hatred heated his body as he thought of the people in his village, beating a innocent little girl to the point that she scared like this, or to scare her to the point of not even asking or seeking food…purple bolts of eco erupted from Jak's back as he cradled himself over her. Snow felt his body heat and his nails grow as he changed. She knew he would kill everyone, innocent of her beatings or not they would die and she knew it. So with a soft and soothing touch Snow rubbed his biceps.

"Jak…" she whispered, "Don't do it. They are not worth your pain and anger; they aren't even worth your hatred." Snow cuddled up to him trying to ease him back to her.

He looked down at her as she laid her head on his chest. He knew she was right, and that just pissed him off even more. Those bastereds will pay for hurting my Snow, just they wait! Taking deep breathes he kissed her forehead, "Snow."

"Yes?"

"Get dressed, I'm going down stairs and make you something to eat, what do you like?" Jak asked ruffling up her hair.

Snow's eyes turned a green shade, "Jak…ummm…anything will be more than good enough."

"No." Jak said lifting her chin and kissing her softly, "You taste like apples and peaches, with cream." Jak licked his lips, "I'll make us some fruit and a Yakow burger for you and your proton."

He walked over to the door when Snow stopped him, "Jak…" she mumbled, "…umm…don't you need some clothes?" Snow blushed pointing to his tight butt that he wasn't consoling at all.

"It's my house." He chuckled, "I can make lunch naked if I want."

Blushing Snow looked at him, "Aren't I, the one that's suppose to be cooking naked for you?"

Jak's eyes immediately darted to the floor while he scratched his neck and envisioned her naked on his kitchen counter. Him on top fu—

"Heheh…" Snow giggled breaking Jak's fantasy.

Looking up at her his face was innocent and confused, "What?"

"Your…buddy is…" Snow chuckled as she pointed down to his now stiff member.

"Precursors!!!" Jak yelled grabbing a towel from the floor, "I'll be down stairs in the kitchen, straight down the hall, down the stairs through the mean living room with the fire place and it's the one with no doors."

Snow smiled as he ran out the door. I wonder how long it's been since he's cleaned that towel? She bit her lip as she thought of what Jak must have been thinking of to get that stiff shaft. Snow felt herself getting wet, I hate when this happens…and it always happens when I'm around Jak.

Pushing herself up, Snow looked around the room. Clothes were hanging from draws and scattered over the floor. Then she got a question answered that suddenly popped in her head, Jak wear boxers. There were even a pair with hearts on it, and one with his our name and face. She chuckled seeing a signature on them: To Jak, 'The hero' Love Ashelin. Getting up Snow walked over to a pair of mirror doors and opened it, a avalanche of clothes hit the poor girl like a ton of bricks; which she swear were mixed with the clothes. Snow yelled as something wet touched her ear. What the hell?! She grabbed her ear and pulled it down, whipping the liquid off her ear. A pair of boxers hung from her ear, why would his boxer— Snow froze, EWWWW!!!! She squalled running from them.

Catching her breathe, on the other side of the room, Snow went through a drawer she hoped wouldn't have anything jumping out at her. Finally, she found what she had been looking for. One of Jak's big shirts that didn't smell like burnt flesh or covered in dirt and grease. Pulling it over her head Snow pulled her hair out and shook it softly. "Okay, Snow! This is it, he's saw you naked, you can do this, you can tell him!" Snow said looking into a mirror on his dresser, "There simple words, but they have so much meaning…" she looked at the door as she felt a presence.