A/N: Another new chapter! I'm trying to update once a week, trying… trying. Anyway enjoy the new chapter and thank you to all your support as well.
Warnings: Lots and lots of grammar and maybe spelling errors.
Disclaimer: Its unfortunate but I do not OWN Black Rock Shooter.
Chapter 10:
Silent Touch
The black motorcycle skidded to a stop as soon as they were near the black castle. The ride had taken a few minutes with no interruptions. Black Rock Shooter placed the kickstand and exited the motorcycle. Her vision was getting blurry every minute passed. She placed a hand on her forehead, feeling the blood soaking to her skin. She was at her limit and Rock fall forward but Dead Master was quick enough to catch her from falling. Rock glance sideways, even though her consciousness slowly started to fade away, she could have sworn she saw Dead Master looking worriedly at her.
It took Dead Master another few minutes to go to the room where they stayed before. The black motorcycle however, did not transform back nor make a move. It just stayed there as if guarding the area. No matter, she needed to take care of Black Rock Shooter's wound. She was bleeding all over herself. Unlike Dead Master, who can heal herself, Rock does not have the same ability. So she had to rely on normal treatment. No wonder she had stitches all over her midriff. She cast a side glance at Rock who was leaning over her shoulder. Despite all the strength and heavy weapon she carries, she was surprisingly light weight. Was she always this light?
Dead Master shook her head, this was not the time to ask trivial things. When they arrive at a certain room, Dead Master used her other hand to push the door open which creeks loudly in response. She made way towards the bed and gently place Rock on it. She proceeded to go to the dusty drawers and pulled out several crumple rolled bandages and an old towel. There was also a needle and some strings that were specifically used to stitch up injuries. After emptying all the drawers, she grabbed one of the rusty chairs and pulled it beside the bed. After everything was set, Dead Master carefully took off Rock's tear jacket and gloves. She then wiped the blood using the old towel and continued to wrap the wound with the bandages. The larger wounds were being stitch up to stop the bleeding. Her claws act as a scissor to cut the bandages and strings.
It took her almost half an hour to finish everything. All that was left was to wait for Black Rock Shooter to wake up. Dead Master placed the tools and wrappers on the table bedside and looked over at her sleeping companion. Compare to before, her breathing was steady and calm. Without a second thought, Dead Master caress Rock's left cheek with her claw hand. At first she was gentle, then her hand tense as if wanting to decorate her cheek with more scars. Why was it she felt this way? She wanted to hurt her so badly right now. It was then she notice Rock's lips parted slightly. Something within her took control and the next thing she did was bent forward, their lips met in a gentle kiss. It was so unlike Dead Master to do so since she was always antagonistic.
After few seconds she parted. She could have sworn she heard Rock murmured her name. Dead Master stood up and walked over at the balcony. The door was already smash opened even before they occupied the room. She could see the unknown bike just few hundred meters below them still in its motionless state. The cool wind breeze sooth her soul. Somehow it reminds her of Black Rock Shooter's cold yet warm embrace.
Black Rock Shooter slowly opened her blue eyes. The first thing she sees was the bright eerie moon. After blinking a few times, she sat up groggily. This was probably the second time she woke up on a bed, no less a room with an open roof. Something was wrong though, there was something missing. When she gripped her hand was when she realized that her gloves were missing. In place were bandages wrapped neatly around her lower hands.
She placed a hand over her forehead and tried to remember what had happen. It took awhile for her to remember everything and she look around her surrounding for Dead Master. How long was she unconscious? What if something happen to Dead Master while she was asleep?
Her worries were cast aside when she saw the familiar figure standing at the balcony. Black Rock Shooter slowly sat up from her position. A pain shot through her abdomen and in reflex, she touch the place where the pain was. It was then she noticed the extra stitches and leftover bandages and needle on the bedside table. Dead Master must have helped her when she was knock out.
Rock got out of bed, her right hand still touching her new stitch while the other left dangling to her side. She made her way towards the balcony, her steps echo throughout the room. When she was outside, she stops a few feet away from Dead Master. She stared at Dead Master's back, it was then that she notice how thin and fragile the other girl's back was. Dead Master looked over her shoulder, her eyes looked bored and empty. Their eye contact broke when Dead Master turned to gaze back at the horizon in front of her. Rock walked forward until she was close behind Dead Master. Silently she wrapped the other girl within her arms. Dead Master tense upon the contact, she looked Rock over her shoulder and glared at her, to warn her. The glared was futile however, as Rock stared blankly back at her.
Black Rock Shooter slides her right hand down on Dead Master's slender arm. It was a slow and gentle caress; it was as if she was afraid her caress would shatter a glass to pieces. Her left arm move over Dead Master's left shoulder and that side of her hand grabbed Dead Master's right shoulder, pulling the green-eyed girl to her. Rock tilted her head so that their eyes would meet one another again. In a subconscious act, Dead Master lean on Rock, her glare faltered slightly until she realized what her body was doing. She tried to break free from the embrace but it was a useless act.
Leaning forward, Black Rock Shooter kiss the side of her neck. Dead Master tense and once again tried to break free from the embrace. She looked over her shoulder to give Rock another one of her warning glared but it was cast aside as Rock lean forward to capture her lips instead. Dead Master was caught by surprise and let out a gasped. Rock took the opportunity to deepen the kiss by plunging her tongue into Dead Master's mouth. She struggles to break the kiss and in the act of desperation, she bit Rock's tongue.
The blue eyes girl pulled away but her arms were still firmly wrapped around Dead Master. Slowly blood started to drip down the corner of Rock's mouth. They gazed one another, Dead Master's firm glared was not enough to back down Rock. The stoic girl decided to do something different. She twisted Dead Master around so that they could face each other, and with no difficulty she lifted Dead Master so that the other girl sat on the stone rail of the balcony. Dead Master's eyes widen in surprised as she grabbed the rail to balance herself from falling down. Technically she would not die if she fell, she could summon her chains or skulls to help her out but that would waste her energy for a possible future battle.
Black Rock Shooter grabbed Dead Master's right shoulder while her other hand was place behind Dead Master's back. She proceeded to kiss Dead Master's nape, kiss slowly turns to bite, turns to suck and lick, and finally repeat the action to another part of her collar bone. Throughout the passionate contact, Dead Master struggle to break free but unfortunately if she pulled away she could slip and fall. Rock would not allow that to happen to her, she knew that, then what was she so concern of. She could manifest her scythe and beat Rock. Then why, why did she not do so earlier and now. Something happens to her body, as it refuses to cooperate with her again. Then something click inside her, something that she forgotten; her human self. Was this what she wanted all along? To be this intimate, to be close to the person she's in love with.
She felt the lips move to her jawbones in a slow motion. But she's not going to lose just yet. With a smirk, she tilted her head to the side and bite Rock's left ear. She's not going to let Rock kiss her so easily this time. Dead Master wrapped her arms over Rock's shoulder and graze the back of the blue-eyed girl's back. Since the usual black jacket was absent from its owner, Dead Master could clearly see the pale yet strong back of Black Rock Shooter.
Their world of passion was disrupted when both felt the familiar present of Black Gold Saw. They broke away from each other and looked over at the horizon. Not only Gold Saw but another other self was with her as well and Dead Master clearly knew who that other self was. Black Rock Shooter went back inside the room and took her black jacket which has fixed itself as well as her black gloves. Dead Master entered the room in a much slower phase and looked displeasingly at Rock. It was clear that she was still hurting and she was supposed to rest. They stared at one another for a long moment until Black Rock Shooter raised her right hand to Dead Master. The other girl glared but she reluctantly take it and both went out to welcome their uninvited guests.
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TBC