-1And the time has come for the second chapter for you wonderful reviewers who hardly review :p
Honestly, I could have had this chapter up yesterday but I didn't feel like it. And yes I will make up for that lack of Rei/Hiiro-ness in the last chapter but it wont necessarily be in this one since this is the third interlude, long awaited for. Though I'm sure you guys can guess who they are in this interlude pretty easily, unlike the other two interludes.
Just as a reminder again, Interludes are generally dreams, so you'll just have to wait in horrible anticipation to find out if anything that happens here really happened or if it was all imagined or if it's foreshadowing the future…..(insert dramatic music)
And to Bloody.Rose. You never know ;) And I may write that story soon but I was thinking about waiting to start it just yet…but I don't see why I couldn't start it. I also want to give a big big thanks to Chibi Mars for reminding me about something I'd forgotten for the progression of this story and ultimately the ending but she also gave me another idea that works perfectly with the story line. Thanks you!
Oh, and also a big thanks to Pat for bugging me again to update update update, Which is funny cause he doesn't like Wing, doesn't know anything about Sailor moon, and really doesn't like all the "fluff" thus far…though I didn't think my ficcy was that fluffy. I mean…I gave Duo a black eye not two chaps back. And a sexy Trowa…tehe.
French chocolate truffles are to die for….Ah well enough babbling, on to the next interlude installment of…..
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You're My Kryptonite - Interlude III
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Sweat beading on her delicate brow, her face is contoured in a fit of terror as she thrashes in her dreams. Whimpering lightly as she duels with her subconscious for, her hair becomes loose as it's splayed about around her lithe frame. So late in the evening as the world is cooled and dark. The room itself is shrouded in grays and blacks. As the days pass, her nightmares have subsided but tonight they have resurfaced in a frenzy, coating her body in a rash of sweat. Her damp bangs cling to her forehead and cheeks as she scowls, her eyes squeezed shut as her imagined fight intensifies.
The tangled mix of sheets twist around her pale legs and hips and to her torso. The warm, soft blankets have long since been discarded, flowing off the side of the bed and to the floor. Her gray night shirt is soaked in sweat as well and bunched beneath her arms, leaving her trim abdomen exposed. Her bare arms are stretched above her head as she clutches her pillow in desperation to escape her bindings. A louder whimper escapes her thin lips as she tugs her legs against the sheets as if she were trying to run.
In her suffering, a sudden sharp cold winds itself into her, shocking her body stiff. With a jump as her heart leaps in her throat, she gasps sharply and opens her eyes wide in the same instant. Breathing heavily, she props herself up on one elbow and looks across the dark room, only illuminated by lamp light filtering in from the window. The silence rings in her ears as she tries to focus her hazy eyes, still dizzy from the sudden shock to her racing heart. Lips chapped and mouth dry, she swallows forcefully as she gains some control on her raged breath. Her entire body tingles, numbed by the cold, as the sweat evaporates from her skin, leaving a fresh chilling presence in her bones.
She shudders involuntarily as cold caresses her and she tugs at the sheets to free her legs. That is until a sharp click is heard in her right ear. Freezing in her motions, eyes dilated, she glances up and to her right, only to find a shadowed figure standing over her. The obviously male form is completely blanketed by the shadows, minus his icy blue eyes which glow intensely. Brighter and deeper then the light from the window and the hues of gray in the room. The only other distinguishable part of him is the sleek black gun clutched in his firm hand and aimed at her head.
In a panic, she kicks harder at the sheets binding her legs, wishing in vain to have a chance of escape. In the mix, she finds she's unable to break her eyes from his, as desperately as she tries. His powerful and frigid stare locking her in place. Like an animal caught in the headlights of an on coming truck. Not able to move or utter a cry for help, she's resigned to her fate when she hears the action slide back. Time standing still, taking hours to pass seconds. Her mouth falls open in an inaudible scream and her eyes widen more as the smooth action slams forward with a sound like thunder.
The great thunder crashes, shaking the entire world like a stampede of a million horses. A sound so deafening it shatters the windows of the room. Like a rain of blood shed, the glass litters the floor in a shower of glistening stars. Along with the blanket of glass and uproarious thunder, lightning streaks across the window and a torrent of rain hails through the pane less opening along with assaulting the surrounding land. And the ferocious thunder claps again as it's accomplice soaks the once magnificent room.
And she screams again, sitting up in bed and her heart pounding within her chest. She clutches the coarse white linen sheets around herself modestly as she frantically looks around the dark and very foreign room. Worn and very archaic. It reeks in it's our pungency of a cheap and over used hotel room. Following the sound of rain and the flash of lightning, she peers out the filthy window from her seat on the bed with much scorn at the storm swelling outside. The simple disgust of the scene brings a nauseating taste to her mouth.
Feeling the temptation to wretch, she turns from the dirty pane in hopes to retreat to a bathroom. Part of her crying for it to be cleaner then the window she was peering through. But before her barefoot can touch the ground, something furry brushes against her smooth skin before scurrying off into the shadows. Closing her eyes tight and saying a soft prayer that it was anything but a rat. She then opens her eyes again and upon looking up, finds the shadowed figure of a man standing over her with a gun to her head. His hauntingly blue eyes glow from within the darkness, burning into her tear filled eyes. Her parched lips, hoping to make a sound and beg for a shard of his humanity, if he has any.
But her fears are realized again with a flash of lightning which illuminates half his face with a sardonic smirk upon his lips. So the safety clicks off. She feebly draws her clasped hands against her chest, just as the action slides back. De ja Vue. She looks at him mournfully with great mirth and the slide jolts forward at the same instant of the thunderous boom. The tragic sound of the guns fire only matching the harshness of the room she found herself in.
The tinkling like bells, ringing in her ears, like a carol of angels is as a deafening blare. Torturous and sentuating as it tears ones senses to pieces. She finds her mind foggy by a drug like sleep. Her eyes remain down at the floor, she finds her lap covered in a gray skirt, reminiscent of her days in school. She can feel the bright sunshine falling in through the windows around her and kissing her porcelain skin. The warming sensation is intermingled with the rocking of the bus and the dizziness of the people to her right and left bumping against her amidst their commotion. Two people on one side and two on the other, she can hear their shouts of excitement and calling her name. The sound itself is muffled and groggy as she looks up at her hazy world. Sitting with the blurred image of her friends across the back bench of a moving bus.
The bus trembles lightly as it passes into the shadows of a tunnel and the sunshine is slowly bled away. The rumbling of the vehicle under the hollowed overpass. As the final shard of light fades away, she looks up, down the center isle as the happy chattering of fellow students drowns away. There, standing in the center isle, rigid despite the swaying of the bus. The same shadowed figure of a man stares back at her. His intense blue eyes of pure and unadulterated ice bore into her and cause her to shiver involuntarily. The ripple of sensation across her bare arms and legs cries for her to huddle back into the seat and away from his gaze.
Entranced though by the cold depths, she's unable to look away. Her eyes dilating again as he raises his gun once more and aims it at her head. Her companions around her chatter on oblivious as she opens her mouth to scream. Clenching her eyes shut, she screams at the top of her lungs. Only does she find too late when the safety clicks off. The sound loud enough the windows nearly shatter and she can feel her ears bleed. Alas a scream never escaped her throat.
Locking eyes with him in desperation, begging him to spare her just this once. Calling with her mind and willing her mouth to create the words but that unyielding look in his frozen eyes only tells of doom. The all knowing that there's no turning back. She can only relish in her last moments existence when she hears that chilling sound of the action sliding back. Her eyes shift frantically in her final milliseconds as she wishes to spare her friends from her own death but it's too late when the action slams forward and she presses her eyes shut.
The music's' sound tones in the severe silence as the burn of excruciating pain rips her apart. Her blood boils and at the same time freezes. She clenches her eyes closed in the dire need to stop time. Stop the bullet that's now hurtling towards her heart. Pressing her eyes so tightly shut, a warm tear escapes between her lids. The warm liquid feels like ice on her heated cheeks. Praying and hoping, she begs for intervention, it's not time to die. Feeling as though she wont survive one more shot. Then silence. Silence in a void when the gun never did fire.
Struggling slowly to open her heavy eyes, a mix of warm and cold dance along her flushed skin. A mass of sensations different from the rest of her dreams pull her back to consciousness when she feels the gentle beating of her heart deep within her chest, Finally prying an eye open with a painful reminder of the spinning in her head. A moment is all it takes for her to again realize that she's not in her room. Though it's a warm room unlike the rest. Her groggy eyes make slow loops of the new and very clean room, over whelmed in it's own sea of shadows.
The room is open and fairly empty as she finds herself lying on a soft black couch. A low artificial glow from a nearby table is the only glow in the room. Sighing inwardly, she finds a warm blanket wrapped around her body, radiating an indistinguishable but intoxicating scent. The scent overwhelms her every sense as she allows her eyes to flutter closed. Though she's soon interrupted when a cool dampness caresses her brow.
Forcing an eye open again, she finds a gentle hand holding a damp cloth to her forehead as the owner sits on the edge of the couch. Both in concern and startle in her mind, she lets out a groan as she lifts a weak hand to touch the cool cloth, only to instead end up touching his calloused hand, brushing it with her own shaky fingertips. "Where am I?" She murmurs her words, at first not realizing her words finally came out as she wets her parched lips.
"You're in my room." He confirms quietly as she looks up into his eyes, only to find the same icy orbs glowing back at her. "You have a fever. I found you passed out in the training room." He lifts the towel from her head as her hand falls back to her side and he dips the towel in a bowl of cool water before returning it to her head.
"You brought me here?" She asks him quietly, short on breath as she feels her face and neck flushed but he only nods in return, paying more attention to the towel he holds to her head. "Why?"
"You're sick." He states abruptly, standing from her side. "Rest here for now until that fever breaks." He releases his gaze from hers as he turns his back to her to disappear into the shadows.
"Why do you keep saving me?" She whispers breathlessly as her eyes grow heavy again. She barely notices as he stops in id step to glance back over his shoulder at her vulnerable form. His icy blues glinting in the blackness.
""Because someone once told me, you should follow your emotions." And then he walks away, leaving her in complete darkness when the final artificial glow from the table fades out.
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Don't kill me! I know it's short….but aren't all interludes? Huh huh?
Please forgive me…I'll make it up to you in the next chap…
Promise, I'll do my best. But really, tell me what you thought and who you think the two are….as if it's not easy to tell. Ne?
And silly rose, doesn't realize she's figured something important out. Hehe. I love being evil.
Hope you all enjoyed!
Peace and cheeze fries
Tunks