Chapter sixteen- 'Held Captive'
The door to the small room opened with a soft roll, like wheels on a hard surface. There was a soft creak before the door slammed into a small slot, big enough for it to fit. A chorus of beeps filled the air, making the prisoner uneasy. Footsteps echoed through the room, where the figure, had been held for so long, in the dark with nothing to do, but cower on the small twin size bed.
"Good evening." The voice was soft but deep, hollow, and somewhat empty. He stepped into the cold room, moving towards the bed in the corner of the room.
The prisoner laid there, curled up into a ball, and whimpering. He stared at the face, one that could have been of a porcelain doll. He clasped his hands in front of him, and just stared at the figure on the bed, shadowed in darkness. "How do you feel?"
He tilted his head to look, just as the figure sat up. Chains rattled, clanked together, as the figure shifted into a seated position. "What do you want from me?" The voice was hoarse, from all the crying, and screaming.
She had given some spunk and a fight in the beginning, but soon gave up, when his double agent got her here, and in this room. "Is it money? Weapons? Or is it power, that you want?"
He shook his head calmly, and reminded himself, why he had agreed to this. "Iie. It's just for your..."
She leaped to her feet, the chains at her ankles, and wrists slapping the ground, making him wince by the sound. "Don't you know who I am? I am..."
"Hai I know who you are." He paused, rubbed his forehead to stop the tension building up there. He was irritated by the girl's squabble every time he came in here. It was the same conversation each time, and led to nowhere.
"I don't care about your money, or power. I care about your well being. You're here to..."
The girl huffed, and dropped to the bed, completely ignoring him. He gritted his teeth, and seethed, "Why don't you have some dinner."
"I'm not hungry."
He let out the air he had been holding. "If you don't eat anything, you'll starve to death. We don't want that to..."
"I'm not hungry."
He clenched his fists, and his eyes flared with anger. He held his breath afraid he might snap. A few seconds passed, and he finally exhaled. "Would you like anything to drink, or would you wish to take a bath..."
"Iie."
His control snapped. He was just being nice, it wasn't like he strapped her to a chair, and chopped off her fingers and mailed them to her family. He could do that, but he was a civilized man. He offered her food and water, and even to bathe, but no, she insults him shouts at him, and refuses everything he offers her.
He stalked towards her, and whipped her around on the bed, from where she laid on her chest. She now laid on her back, her eyes wide with fear, and her mouth parted for a scream.
He glared down at her, hatred spilling from him, and he wished deeply, he could end her life right there with his bare hands.
Suddenly the ground shook, and his grip on the nightgown she wore slipped. He turned around facing the wide open doors. He barely let out a gasp, as two over barring men came in with guns.
She screamed, covering her head, as the men lifted their guns and fired repeatedly. She kicked around on the bed, the chains making an awful sound, as she tried dodging any stray bullets that might come at her. She looked up with frightened eyes, as her capturer jumped in front of her. She screamed, horrified, as the bullets struck him in chest.
He gave out a low grunt, his body jerking slightly. Blood splattered across her forehead, and her cheek, and she covered her mouth, biting her tongue to stop her wail of fear. She shook her head, as his body gave another rough jerk, before it fell backwards, landing next to her.
She shot up into a sitting position, trying to scramble away from the limb body. Plastered to the wall, she stared mortified at him. His once golden locks, had now taken a tint of rusty orange, which made her gage in disgust. The same dark eyes, that moments ago, showed hatred, and anger towards her, were lifeless.
One of the large men stalked towards her. He grabbed the man's body with a smirk, and dumped him on the floor. He looked at the girl, and aimed the gun at the chains. He fired, and the girl screamed, her body shaking. The chains snapped in half, and she was free.
Taking her chance, she leaped to her feet, and jumped off the bed. She raced past the second man, and turned into the hallway. Screaming as she went, she ran for her life.
The first man scowled, "Go after her..." after a long pause, he continued, "And kill her."
The second man nodded, and started down the hall. He held the gun ready, for any attack, as he moved along down the hall, following the shrieks. "Stupid woman."
She ran, as fast as her legs could take her. As she followed the hallway, she saw nothing but bodies littering the floor. She covered her mouth, muffling her screams. Her foot caught on something, and she pitched forward. She hit the ground with a smack, her head hitting the ground hard. Her vision blurred.
She most have blacked out, even if it was only for a few seconds. She heard footsteps. They were lazy and casual, as if they had all the time in the world to get to where they wanted. She opened her eyes, just as they stopped nearby her. She stared up into the face of one of the men. He aimed the gun at her, a smirk playing on his fat greasy face.
She gasped, her mouth opening up for another wail of a scream. "Say good night woman. With you out of the way, the world will be ours." She barely got out a hiss of air, before he pulled the trigger. Before the world went dead, she saw the lifeless face of the man who had captured her.
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The crashing of the sea, blocked out the sounds of the world around her. High above her was the glorious Earth shining brightly as a star in its peak of light.
Towering over her, was the beautiful castle made of silver, shining like crystal. Large but graceful, it put the Earth's beauty to shame. All light colors, seemed to meld together as one splendid delicacy.
Emotions seemed to jumble together, and hit her all at once. A flower not a rose this time, but a simple flower, that reminded her of something from long ago. It brought out sadness in her, as she watched each petal began to fall, and disappear into the mist that slithered into the clearing of the woods she stood in. Each petal created a teardrop that hit the cold ground with a splash. And when the last petal fell, she felt a great sense of loss enter her heart.
The bright light, from high above, in the castle flashed, catching her attention. The urgency in the light, was so strong, it pulled her towards it.
A shadow loomed over her, and she looked up frightened of what she might find. A figure stood in the light, arms stretched out towards her. Her eyes swam with unshed tears, and a sob bubbled up from her throat. 'What do you want from me!'
'Tell them!'
She glanced left then right, fear prickling the back of her throat. She looked back at the light, as the shadow began to melt away. 'Tell them what!'
She had to know, and this time, she didn't fall to her knees in fear and despair. Instead she took a shaky step forward, and cried out, 'Who are they? What must I tell them!!'
Her heart pounded in her ears, and her vision filled with tears, when no answer came. Her control began to slip, and her knees buckled. She hit the floor hard, skinning her knees. She cried out painfully, a sob bursting from her throat, as tears fell from her eyes.
Quickly, the mist rose to her waist, as if it was in a hurry to cover her. She shuddered in fear, and whimpered, as anger slapped her in the face. A shadow loomed over her again, and she looked up to the light. 'Tell me!'
Her voice was hoarse, and weak, and she feared, that the shadow couldn't hear her. Her control snapped, and she shouted angrily, 'Leave me alone!'
She could tell, even from here the figure shook their head, refusing to leave her in the world of nightmares. Arms stretched out to her again, and beckoned her to come. 'You'll never be alone.'
As the mist touched her breasts, she heard the roar of rage crackle in her ears, ordering her to stay. 'You're mine!'
The bellow came from behind, startling her. She ducked her head, afraid to look behind her. The mist rose passed her face, and she couldn't see the light anymore. Darkness crept up from the corner of her eyes, and slowly she was swallowed by it.
Images swirled around in the mist, until she was trapped in a funnel. The petal sliced her flesh, as they touched her, and the light scorched her skin. The anger made her mind race in confusion, and the fear clutched her heart in a tight grip unwilling to let it go.
Laughter echoed through the distance. A deep throaty laughter of pure evil, and it wrapped itself around her. She struggled, wanting to break free. Tears burst from her eyes, as she fought for the surface of the cyclone around her.
As if gravity itself weighed her down, she fought to stand, to breathe, and to see the light once more. She wanted so much to go, to go to the light, where it felt safe and warm.
The rage rung in her ears threatening to make her go insane, of the madness of it all, and she screamed.
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Usagi shot up in bed, her arms flailing around her petite form. When she struck nothing but air, she opened her eyes, and glanced around carefully. Frightened, she threw the blankets off her legs, and stared at her legs. She gasped, at the swollen, and red knees caps. "Oh kami."
Fear clawed at her throat, and threatened to burst from her throat, with a shuddered sob. She buried her face in the pillow, muffling the scream that tried to break free. She gripped the pillow in small clumps in her fists. Her body shook with tremors.
A few seconds passed, before she rolled her head to the side, and whispered hoarsefully, "What's wrong with me?" Her voice quivered slightly, as if it was under pressure.
A soft knock at the door startled her. She heard the doorknob jiggle, and she sat up in bed alarmed. The door eased open, "Usagi?" She let out the breath of air, she had been holding, and whispered, "Quatre..."
She grabbed the blankets, covering her legs, as he stepped further into the room. "Good your awake. How are you feeling?"
Usagi rubbed her hands over her face wearily, "Better I guess." He shut the door behind him, and he stepped towards the bed. "I made you breakfast. I hope your hungry."
Usagi felt her stomach not in a queasy notion, but didn't reply. He sat down on the bed next to her, and set the tray down on her lap. "Bacon eggs, and orange juice."
Usagi stared at the food, and frowned inwardly. She felt her stomach fall, and something rise up in her throat.
Quatre watched her face, and frowned slightly. "You're not hungry." She looked up, ready to deny the truth, but he held up a hand to stop her, "No I understand. I'll just set it here, if you get hungry later."
He picked the trey up, and set it down on the nightstand. Usagi knew she hurt his feelings, how deep, she wasn't too sure. "Quatre, gomen nasasi. It looks delicious. Artigato, for your generosity, and concern of my well being." She smiled, even though it felt forced. She felt tired, and not really in the mood to be kind.
He nodded, and took her hand in his. He gently rubbed it, softly smiled. "Usagi?" She looked up from their hands, and stared into his face. His cheeks were lightly stained with a blush. With her free hand, she cupped his cheek, and rubbed her thumb across his cheek. He held her hand there, while looking into her eyes. "If you feel better...I mean later today, there is an art show, at the museum...I was wondering if you'd..."
She nodded, "Hai, I'd love to Quatre." He smiled, and leaned forward. She slightly gasped, completely taken off guard, when his lips touched her cheek. It was a gentle manner, but it made her heart flutter lightly. He pulled away, and stood. "I'll come back around four. Why don't you get some sleep before you get ready."
She nodded, and watched him slip out of the room quietly. She groaned, and fell back against the bed. She closed her eyes, and covered her face with a pillow. The smell of food, made her stomach churn.
She rolled over onto her stomach, and just laid there, her eyes drooping, but she kept them open, fearing she'd fall asleep.
She didn't know how much time passed, but the door to the room opened with a soft sigh. She wasn't awake enough, to fend herself off, or even register the fact that someone had walked into the room. Suddenly, the pillow was yanked from beneath her head, and her chin hit the mattress.
She moaned, and rubbed her eyes slowly, trying to rid herself of the sleepiness that had over come her since Quatre came in earlier. She rolled her head to the side, and sighed peacefully, dropping her hand.
Suddenly, the sheets, and comforter was yanked from her body, exposing her to the cold. She shivered in her nightgown, and pondered slightly, how she had gotten into her nightgown in the first place. She pulled her legs up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around her long legs. She looked up, through clouded eyes, and heavy eyelids.
"Hmm?"
There wasn't a reply, but the silence. She rolled over onto her back, her nightgown twisting around her form. She looked up, her lashes almost brushing her cheeks. She blinked, and rubbed her eyes, and looked up again. "Trowa?"
He stared at her silently, his face calm, till finally, he turned, and left her line if vision. Frowning, Usagi rolled her head to the side. A door opened, and then slightly shut with a soft click.
She sighed, and rolled onto her side, and pulled the blankets up around her, and hid beneath their warmth. A few seconds past, before she heard a faint sound in the other room. She glowered, and strained to hear, and decipher what it was. Suddenly the same door opened, and she tensed.
Padded footsteps moved towards the bed, and suddenly, the blankets were jerked off her form once again.
She squealed, and her teeth chattered together from the brisk cold, that seemed to surround her instantly. She rolled onto her back, and looked up. She whined, "Trowa!" He frowned slightly, and lips forming a straight line. He leaned down, and pulled her into her arm.
"What are you...put me down!" With a brisk shake of his head, he stalked towards the bathroom door. It wasn't until they were in the small bathroom, and the door shut, did she realize what the sound was. Running water.
"Don't you dare!" She barely let out a shriek, before he dumped her into the tub, clothes and all. She came up spluttering and coughing. Her hair plastered to her forehead, and blocking her eyes, she turned to him angrily, "You..."
His hand laid atop her head, and dunked her down, before she could stand up. He released her, a smirk playing on his lips. Hot water pored into the half filled Jacuzzi size bathtub.
She came back shouting angrily, "Bakayaro! What are you trying to do kill me! Once I get out of..." she started to stand, but he pushed her back down. She came up again, coughing and spluttering, her curses flying through air, but hitting nothing. She stopped, and wiped her bangs from her eyes, and glared at him.
He smirked in return. "You think that's funny huh." He crossed his arms over his chest, but didn't reply.
Usagi started to stand up, but he reached out to push her down once more. Usagi latched onto his hand, and gave a hard jerk. He fell foreword, his hip hitting the side of the tub.
He grunted, and gritted his teeth, to ignore the pain, that shot up through his leg and side. Usagi spluttered, after the wave had over passed her head, and she could breathe again. She stated, in anything but an apologetic voice, "That's what you get, for throwing me in the tub, and nearly drowning me!"
He eyes slowly traveled from her stomach, where his face had nearly hit, when he fell, and he could almost see through the nightgown she wore. His eyes traveled further up, over her belly, and they lingered lightly on her breasts, but only for a slight fraction more then they should have. His face jerked up, his nose brushing hers, and saw her flush.
He was soaked from the waist up, and his shirt was tangled around his form, while his hair, was plastered to his face, and most likely sticking up in all directions, like Usagi's did.
He stared into her dark eyes, and couldn't stop himself from being swallowed whole. She looked so innocent, so free. She was gnawing on her bottom lip, his eyes traveled down to her lips, and he couldn't find himself unable to take them off of them.
He leaned forward, and captured her lips in a kiss, that both made his heart stop, and also melt. He felt her tremble beneath him from what, he wasn't too certain at the moment. He tilted his head above hers, and parted her lips with his. She let out a soft moan in reply, her body melting into the water like liquid. He smirked, and nipped her bottom lip, and pulled back, before the kiss went too far.
She stared up at him with clouded eyes, and her lips pursed together. He ran his finger along her bottom lip, before he pulled back, and left her alone in the bathroom.
Usagi could only star at the closed door, with confusion, and frustration. She hit the water with her fists, and let out an aggravated shout.
The door to the small room opened with a soft roll, like wheels on a hard surface. There was a soft creak before the door slammed into a small slot, big enough for it to fit. A chorus of beeps filled the air, making the prisoner uneasy. Footsteps echoed through the room, where the figure, had been held for so long, in the dark with nothing to do, but cower on the small twin size bed.
"Good evening." The voice was soft but deep, hollow, and somewhat empty. He stepped into the cold room, moving towards the bed in the corner of the room.
The prisoner laid there, curled up into a ball, and whimpering. He stared at the face, one that could have been of a porcelain doll. He clasped his hands in front of him, and just stared at the figure on the bed, shadowed in darkness. "How do you feel?"
He tilted his head to look, just as the figure sat up. Chains rattled, clanked together, as the figure shifted into a seated position. "What do you want from me?" The voice was hoarse, from all the crying, and screaming.
She had given some spunk and a fight in the beginning, but soon gave up, when his double agent got her here, and in this room. "Is it money? Weapons? Or is it power, that you want?"
He shook his head calmly, and reminded himself, why he had agreed to this. "Iie. It's just for your..."
She leaped to her feet, the chains at her ankles, and wrists slapping the ground, making him wince by the sound. "Don't you know who I am? I am..."
"Hai I know who you are." He paused, rubbed his forehead to stop the tension building up there. He was irritated by the girl's squabble every time he came in here. It was the same conversation each time, and led to nowhere.
"I don't care about your money, or power. I care about your well being. You're here to..."
The girl huffed, and dropped to the bed, completely ignoring him. He gritted his teeth, and seethed, "Why don't you have some dinner."
"I'm not hungry."
He let out the air he had been holding. "If you don't eat anything, you'll starve to death. We don't want that to..."
"I'm not hungry."
He clenched his fists, and his eyes flared with anger. He held his breath afraid he might snap. A few seconds passed, and he finally exhaled. "Would you like anything to drink, or would you wish to take a bath..."
"Iie."
His control snapped. He was just being nice, it wasn't like he strapped her to a chair, and chopped off her fingers and mailed them to her family. He could do that, but he was a civilized man. He offered her food and water, and even to bathe, but no, she insults him shouts at him, and refuses everything he offers her.
He stalked towards her, and whipped her around on the bed, from where she laid on her chest. She now laid on her back, her eyes wide with fear, and her mouth parted for a scream.
He glared down at her, hatred spilling from him, and he wished deeply, he could end her life right there with his bare hands.
Suddenly the ground shook, and his grip on the nightgown she wore slipped. He turned around facing the wide open doors. He barely let out a gasp, as two over barring men came in with guns.
She screamed, covering her head, as the men lifted their guns and fired repeatedly. She kicked around on the bed, the chains making an awful sound, as she tried dodging any stray bullets that might come at her. She looked up with frightened eyes, as her capturer jumped in front of her. She screamed, horrified, as the bullets struck him in chest.
He gave out a low grunt, his body jerking slightly. Blood splattered across her forehead, and her cheek, and she covered her mouth, biting her tongue to stop her wail of fear. She shook her head, as his body gave another rough jerk, before it fell backwards, landing next to her.
She shot up into a sitting position, trying to scramble away from the limb body. Plastered to the wall, she stared mortified at him. His once golden locks, had now taken a tint of rusty orange, which made her gage in disgust. The same dark eyes, that moments ago, showed hatred, and anger towards her, were lifeless.
One of the large men stalked towards her. He grabbed the man's body with a smirk, and dumped him on the floor. He looked at the girl, and aimed the gun at the chains. He fired, and the girl screamed, her body shaking. The chains snapped in half, and she was free.
Taking her chance, she leaped to her feet, and jumped off the bed. She raced past the second man, and turned into the hallway. Screaming as she went, she ran for her life.
The first man scowled, "Go after her..." after a long pause, he continued, "And kill her."
The second man nodded, and started down the hall. He held the gun ready, for any attack, as he moved along down the hall, following the shrieks. "Stupid woman."
She ran, as fast as her legs could take her. As she followed the hallway, she saw nothing but bodies littering the floor. She covered her mouth, muffling her screams. Her foot caught on something, and she pitched forward. She hit the ground with a smack, her head hitting the ground hard. Her vision blurred.
She most have blacked out, even if it was only for a few seconds. She heard footsteps. They were lazy and casual, as if they had all the time in the world to get to where they wanted. She opened her eyes, just as they stopped nearby her. She stared up into the face of one of the men. He aimed the gun at her, a smirk playing on his fat greasy face.
She gasped, her mouth opening up for another wail of a scream. "Say good night woman. With you out of the way, the world will be ours." She barely got out a hiss of air, before he pulled the trigger. Before the world went dead, she saw the lifeless face of the man who had captured her.
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The crashing of the sea, blocked out the sounds of the world around her. High above her was the glorious Earth shining brightly as a star in its peak of light.
Towering over her, was the beautiful castle made of silver, shining like crystal. Large but graceful, it put the Earth's beauty to shame. All light colors, seemed to meld together as one splendid delicacy.
Emotions seemed to jumble together, and hit her all at once. A flower not a rose this time, but a simple flower, that reminded her of something from long ago. It brought out sadness in her, as she watched each petal began to fall, and disappear into the mist that slithered into the clearing of the woods she stood in. Each petal created a teardrop that hit the cold ground with a splash. And when the last petal fell, she felt a great sense of loss enter her heart.
The bright light, from high above, in the castle flashed, catching her attention. The urgency in the light, was so strong, it pulled her towards it.
A shadow loomed over her, and she looked up frightened of what she might find. A figure stood in the light, arms stretched out towards her. Her eyes swam with unshed tears, and a sob bubbled up from her throat. 'What do you want from me!'
'Tell them!'
She glanced left then right, fear prickling the back of her throat. She looked back at the light, as the shadow began to melt away. 'Tell them what!'
She had to know, and this time, she didn't fall to her knees in fear and despair. Instead she took a shaky step forward, and cried out, 'Who are they? What must I tell them!!'
Her heart pounded in her ears, and her vision filled with tears, when no answer came. Her control began to slip, and her knees buckled. She hit the floor hard, skinning her knees. She cried out painfully, a sob bursting from her throat, as tears fell from her eyes.
Quickly, the mist rose to her waist, as if it was in a hurry to cover her. She shuddered in fear, and whimpered, as anger slapped her in the face. A shadow loomed over her again, and she looked up to the light. 'Tell me!'
Her voice was hoarse, and weak, and she feared, that the shadow couldn't hear her. Her control snapped, and she shouted angrily, 'Leave me alone!'
She could tell, even from here the figure shook their head, refusing to leave her in the world of nightmares. Arms stretched out to her again, and beckoned her to come. 'You'll never be alone.'
As the mist touched her breasts, she heard the roar of rage crackle in her ears, ordering her to stay. 'You're mine!'
The bellow came from behind, startling her. She ducked her head, afraid to look behind her. The mist rose passed her face, and she couldn't see the light anymore. Darkness crept up from the corner of her eyes, and slowly she was swallowed by it.
Images swirled around in the mist, until she was trapped in a funnel. The petal sliced her flesh, as they touched her, and the light scorched her skin. The anger made her mind race in confusion, and the fear clutched her heart in a tight grip unwilling to let it go.
Laughter echoed through the distance. A deep throaty laughter of pure evil, and it wrapped itself around her. She struggled, wanting to break free. Tears burst from her eyes, as she fought for the surface of the cyclone around her.
As if gravity itself weighed her down, she fought to stand, to breathe, and to see the light once more. She wanted so much to go, to go to the light, where it felt safe and warm.
The rage rung in her ears threatening to make her go insane, of the madness of it all, and she screamed.
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Usagi shot up in bed, her arms flailing around her petite form. When she struck nothing but air, she opened her eyes, and glanced around carefully. Frightened, she threw the blankets off her legs, and stared at her legs. She gasped, at the swollen, and red knees caps. "Oh kami."
Fear clawed at her throat, and threatened to burst from her throat, with a shuddered sob. She buried her face in the pillow, muffling the scream that tried to break free. She gripped the pillow in small clumps in her fists. Her body shook with tremors.
A few seconds passed, before she rolled her head to the side, and whispered hoarsefully, "What's wrong with me?" Her voice quivered slightly, as if it was under pressure.
A soft knock at the door startled her. She heard the doorknob jiggle, and she sat up in bed alarmed. The door eased open, "Usagi?" She let out the breath of air, she had been holding, and whispered, "Quatre..."
She grabbed the blankets, covering her legs, as he stepped further into the room. "Good your awake. How are you feeling?"
Usagi rubbed her hands over her face wearily, "Better I guess." He shut the door behind him, and he stepped towards the bed. "I made you breakfast. I hope your hungry."
Usagi felt her stomach not in a queasy notion, but didn't reply. He sat down on the bed next to her, and set the tray down on her lap. "Bacon eggs, and orange juice."
Usagi stared at the food, and frowned inwardly. She felt her stomach fall, and something rise up in her throat.
Quatre watched her face, and frowned slightly. "You're not hungry." She looked up, ready to deny the truth, but he held up a hand to stop her, "No I understand. I'll just set it here, if you get hungry later."
He picked the trey up, and set it down on the nightstand. Usagi knew she hurt his feelings, how deep, she wasn't too sure. "Quatre, gomen nasasi. It looks delicious. Artigato, for your generosity, and concern of my well being." She smiled, even though it felt forced. She felt tired, and not really in the mood to be kind.
He nodded, and took her hand in his. He gently rubbed it, softly smiled. "Usagi?" She looked up from their hands, and stared into his face. His cheeks were lightly stained with a blush. With her free hand, she cupped his cheek, and rubbed her thumb across his cheek. He held her hand there, while looking into her eyes. "If you feel better...I mean later today, there is an art show, at the museum...I was wondering if you'd..."
She nodded, "Hai, I'd love to Quatre." He smiled, and leaned forward. She slightly gasped, completely taken off guard, when his lips touched her cheek. It was a gentle manner, but it made her heart flutter lightly. He pulled away, and stood. "I'll come back around four. Why don't you get some sleep before you get ready."
She nodded, and watched him slip out of the room quietly. She groaned, and fell back against the bed. She closed her eyes, and covered her face with a pillow. The smell of food, made her stomach churn.
She rolled over onto her stomach, and just laid there, her eyes drooping, but she kept them open, fearing she'd fall asleep.
She didn't know how much time passed, but the door to the room opened with a soft sigh. She wasn't awake enough, to fend herself off, or even register the fact that someone had walked into the room. Suddenly, the pillow was yanked from beneath her head, and her chin hit the mattress.
She moaned, and rubbed her eyes slowly, trying to rid herself of the sleepiness that had over come her since Quatre came in earlier. She rolled her head to the side, and sighed peacefully, dropping her hand.
Suddenly, the sheets, and comforter was yanked from her body, exposing her to the cold. She shivered in her nightgown, and pondered slightly, how she had gotten into her nightgown in the first place. She pulled her legs up to her chest, and wrapped her arms around her long legs. She looked up, through clouded eyes, and heavy eyelids.
"Hmm?"
There wasn't a reply, but the silence. She rolled over onto her back, her nightgown twisting around her form. She looked up, her lashes almost brushing her cheeks. She blinked, and rubbed her eyes, and looked up again. "Trowa?"
He stared at her silently, his face calm, till finally, he turned, and left her line if vision. Frowning, Usagi rolled her head to the side. A door opened, and then slightly shut with a soft click.
She sighed, and rolled onto her side, and pulled the blankets up around her, and hid beneath their warmth. A few seconds past, before she heard a faint sound in the other room. She glowered, and strained to hear, and decipher what it was. Suddenly the same door opened, and she tensed.
Padded footsteps moved towards the bed, and suddenly, the blankets were jerked off her form once again.
She squealed, and her teeth chattered together from the brisk cold, that seemed to surround her instantly. She rolled onto her back, and looked up. She whined, "Trowa!" He frowned slightly, and lips forming a straight line. He leaned down, and pulled her into her arm.
"What are you...put me down!" With a brisk shake of his head, he stalked towards the bathroom door. It wasn't until they were in the small bathroom, and the door shut, did she realize what the sound was. Running water.
"Don't you dare!" She barely let out a shriek, before he dumped her into the tub, clothes and all. She came up spluttering and coughing. Her hair plastered to her forehead, and blocking her eyes, she turned to him angrily, "You..."
His hand laid atop her head, and dunked her down, before she could stand up. He released her, a smirk playing on his lips. Hot water pored into the half filled Jacuzzi size bathtub.
She came back shouting angrily, "Bakayaro! What are you trying to do kill me! Once I get out of..." she started to stand, but he pushed her back down. She came up again, coughing and spluttering, her curses flying through air, but hitting nothing. She stopped, and wiped her bangs from her eyes, and glared at him.
He smirked in return. "You think that's funny huh." He crossed his arms over his chest, but didn't reply.
Usagi started to stand up, but he reached out to push her down once more. Usagi latched onto his hand, and gave a hard jerk. He fell foreword, his hip hitting the side of the tub.
He grunted, and gritted his teeth, to ignore the pain, that shot up through his leg and side. Usagi spluttered, after the wave had over passed her head, and she could breathe again. She stated, in anything but an apologetic voice, "That's what you get, for throwing me in the tub, and nearly drowning me!"
He eyes slowly traveled from her stomach, where his face had nearly hit, when he fell, and he could almost see through the nightgown she wore. His eyes traveled further up, over her belly, and they lingered lightly on her breasts, but only for a slight fraction more then they should have. His face jerked up, his nose brushing hers, and saw her flush.
He was soaked from the waist up, and his shirt was tangled around his form, while his hair, was plastered to his face, and most likely sticking up in all directions, like Usagi's did.
He stared into her dark eyes, and couldn't stop himself from being swallowed whole. She looked so innocent, so free. She was gnawing on her bottom lip, his eyes traveled down to her lips, and he couldn't find himself unable to take them off of them.
He leaned forward, and captured her lips in a kiss, that both made his heart stop, and also melt. He felt her tremble beneath him from what, he wasn't too certain at the moment. He tilted his head above hers, and parted her lips with his. She let out a soft moan in reply, her body melting into the water like liquid. He smirked, and nipped her bottom lip, and pulled back, before the kiss went too far.
She stared up at him with clouded eyes, and her lips pursed together. He ran his finger along her bottom lip, before he pulled back, and left her alone in the bathroom.
Usagi could only star at the closed door, with confusion, and frustration. She hit the water with her fists, and let out an aggravated shout.