I love getting reviews, you lot are wonderful!!!! Gosh, and the honour of Aisha asking me to review her first fic, I will do that if I haven't already by the time the fic's out. I only started writing in about Feb/March!!! But I'll always give hints, tips and help to writers. To be honest, I feel happy that you guys think I have the skill to tell you what I think of your fic, just ask in a review, and I'll take a look happily.
Sorry I haven't had this part up sooner, but 1. I only put the first part out at not to long ago, and 2. Fanfiction.net wouldn't let me on!!!! I kept getting this connection timed out error message.
Let me let you in on a secret, I didn't think that I would even get 3 reviews for the first part to this fic! I was so happy when I got five, then I went into my mail this morning, and I had 23!!! That means 28 reviews while I am writing this.
I'm gunna start writing now, please review if it's even just a little bit good, cuz I don't think this chapter is really very good. Tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: Serena and Darien are feelin' blue, me no own, you no sue!!
Still untitled.
His body slumped against her, as his eyes fluttered shut………
Serena yelled with all her might "Oh my God, ANDREW HELP ME HERE!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!! DARIEN'S COLLAPSED!!!" She held his body close, rocking the limp form……
Andrew burst out the arcade hearing Serena shouting, he gazed, eyes wide in horror to where Serena was hold Darien, his body loose against her little form. He could see clearly see a pool of blood around Darien's hand that was lying on the pavement. Serena glared at him, "Well? Don't just stand there, help me!!" Andrew ran and dropped by the side of them, he picked up Darien's uninjured hand, and checked his pulse. "It's strong enough, but he needs to be somewhere warm and where he feels comfortable." Serena thought for a moment that seemed like eternity, then, started digging in her pocket, with a triumphant sigh, she pulled out a key. "Can you carry him to his apartment? I still have the key from when we were……. Well, ya know…"
A frown graced her features and Andrew was sympathetic. "Don't worry, you'll be seeing him again soon, he made it clear how much he cares for you, but right now, we need to help him." Andrew was genuinely concerned, and he heaved Darien over his shoulder, and they made their way to Darien's apartment, Serena holding her jacket around Darien's hand, trying to stop the bleeding.
Serena fumbled the key around, finally opening the door. She switched the light on, and stepped in. "Um, Andrew, I think that you should go, you shouldn't be here when he wakes up, you're the last person he'll want to see. That, um, kiss. I'm sorry, it shouldn't have happened and I'll make sure it never, ever does again, he means too much." Andrew smiled and nodded, lying Darien on the bed near his window. He walked out, leaving Serena cradling Darien's head in her lap.
She stroked his ebony bangs of his eyes, admiring his features, he was truly handsome, and she thought how he looked a lot younger when his face hadn't got a frown. He looked peaceful and innocent. Relaxed, but she knew he was in pain, because when she took his injured hand and removed the cloth, dried blood peeling of as it came away slowly, he groaned in anguish. Tears welled up in her eyes at the sound of his pain. She lay his head gently on a pillow, and went into the bathroom to find a first aid kit. She found one in the mirrored bathroom cabinet, and took out of it, some cream, cotton wool, gauze, a bandage and two safety pins. Then she filled a small basin with warm water, she could hardly carry it all.
With difficultly, she gathered everything in one arm, and walked out, using the free arm to close the bathroom door, the cold metal of the handle sending shivers up her spine, so much she nearly dropped everything. Crossing the room, she sat down on the bed hearing his subconscious moan, as his hand brushed along the sheets. She grabbed his hand, and put it on her knee, then dipped a piece of cotton wool in the water, and bathed his hand, washing away the blood and dirt, watching his expression twist with suffering. She dried his hand off, trying not to start the bleeding again.
She rubbed some cream in gently, wincing more than he was. Then she wrapped his hand with a bandage, and pinned it with the safety pins. She sealed it with a kiss, pressing her lips to his hand, then his cheek, eyes, and finally covering his lips with hers for a brief moment before pulling away and going to find him, and herself, some clean clothes. She cast a lingering glance in his direction as she pulled out a big white t-shirt and boxer shorts for herself, slipped them on, throwing the other clothes on a chair.
She then found a pair of black boxers and a black tank top for him. She was going to change Darien's clothes, and she was very nervous about it, she unzipped his trousers, and slid the black cargos off him. Then she pulled of his boxers, and, eyes closed tight, or at least trying, she put him the new ones on. Then she removed his horrible green jacket, ever aware of his hand, and then, the shirt was easier, because it was button up. She gaped in awe at his chiselled chest, she knew he worked out, but she didn't know he was this defined. Shaking herself out of a daze, she slipped on the tank top, admiring how it showed off his features.
She rolled him over to bring back the covers, and slipped in bed. He was too heavy for her to push all the way over, and he rolled back onto her. His face lay against the crook of her neck, and she could feel his soft hair brushing up against her jaw line, and his warm breath sending tingles all the way to her toes, how could she ever have thought about being with Andrew? This was the man she loved.
She pulled the covers over both of them, and was shocked when he sighed and wrapped one arm around her waist possessively. She tensed up, but relaxed when he rubbed her middle in sleep. "bunny……… gomen nasi" He sighed, and nuzzled her neck.
Tears trailed down her face, he must still hate her, and here he was, even in sleep, playing with her emotions, toying with her heart unintentionally. She just hoped he would forgive her. She stroked his hair, and whispered quiet reassurances in his ear………
Well? How was it, did it just suck, or suck really bad? I like comments and reviews!!! I'm still taking title ideas, and I think that this story has endless possibilities, it could go on for 2, or 5 more chapters, I don't write really long stories, but I COULD if I had the encouragement……
Peaceout,
Zyra-chan
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