A/N: Here we go... Chapter four... ^_^





"No. Go." He said, making his voice stronger and more confident. Trying to sit up, he accidentally pushed a piece of sooty wood, making it fall down on his broken ankle. Matt cried out in agony. But at least he was in a sitting position now.
I quickly removed the lumber, not wanting to stare at his cracked legs.
"Go." He repeated once again. I looked at him in disbelief. His eyes were red and probably throbbing just as much as mine, and his shoulder was bleeding from a small but most likely deep cut.
"I won't. I want to stay." I said, trying to sound just as stubborn as he did.
"G-" He started.
"Never!" I screamed, fresh tears coming out of my eyes. These tears weren't only from the stinging air.
Matt finally gave in. He shrugged, and then glanced at me. I guessed that he really was truly worried about me. He reached out a hand and touched my cheek, wanting to dry my tears. Even though the air was hot and choking his hand was soothingly cool. Almost tickling. I couldn't help but smile [--A/N: Is that the right phrase?]
"I love you." Matt whispered. To that, my tears only increased and I threw myself at him, wrapping my rams around his neck. At first he stiffened a bit by surprise but then he pulled me closer to his chest, slowly rocking me back and forth. "I didn't mean to upset you..." He said with a soft voice.
"Sorry... I don't want to cry, but..." I sobbed, trying to stop the tears from flowing.
"It's okay. We'll be fine. Just fine. I saw some firemen go inside of the building before. I'm sure they'll find us." Matt comforted, still holding me tight. I didn't want him to let go. It felt so safe there in his strong arms.
"I love you too." I said sincerely, snuggling closer to his soft body. I don't know how long we sat that way. Simply leaning on each other for comfort and protection. Matt's scent wasn't stingy and sharp like the smoke. I just rested my head on his shoulder (the one that wasn't bleeding) and inhaled it. I think Matt felt the same way, because he was breathing quietly into my hair.
"S-Sora..." He suddenly said, carefully shaking my arm. I think I had drifted away to a light slumber and dozily opened my crimson eyes. "The fire." Matt said pointing towards the flames.
I gasped when I saw them. They were coming from the hallway and already licking the living room floor and the big patterned carpet. How could I not have noticed them?
I looked up on Matt's face. His deep blue eyes were big and frightened and his mouth was pressed into a thin line.
"You should have gotten out of here when you had the chance..." He mumbled, not taking his eyes of the furious fire, but tightening his grip around me slightly.
"You know why I didn't go." I said, trying to take control of my voice, forcing a reassuring smile. "And you said it yourself, those firemen you saw are going to find us anytime by now."
"Could you check if you can see them through the window over there?" Matt asked, glancing down on his legs, careful not to move them. I was thankful for the black jeans he wore that were hiding the skin. I'd always had a problem with looking on wounds and things like that, and had never ever actually seen a broken leg before. And Matt's legs looked pretty bad to me.
"Sure." I croaked. That thick smoke smell was almost choking me. I got on my feats and felt faintly light headed, because of the low oxygen content in the air. Small dots were covering my sight and I held my hands against my forehead until they gradually disappeared.
"You okay?" Matt wondered. He watched me with eyes full of apprehension. I nodded.
"I guess I just got up too fast." I straightened myself, and walked towards the window, watchfully avoiding the half burned wood and the other smouldering material that was lying on the floor. When I finally got to it, I stuck my head out of it, gasping for fresh air. My head felt better just about immediately.
I quickly gazed around on what I could see of the block of flats. The fire was mainly coming from the apartment obliquely up to the right, where it'd probably started, and from the apartment over Matt's, and from the hallway where the flames that we were threatened by were. I could see them; furiously burning, refusing to give in to the water the firemen was showering over the building.
I started waving my arms, so they would come rescue Matt and me, but they didn't seem to notice. So I filled my sore lungs with air, but when I tried to shout, the only thing that came out of my mouth was some strange kind of wheezing sound. I understood that the smoke I'd been breathing in when I was inside in all probability had done some damage to my lungs, making it to hard for me to scream to the people down on the ground. I felt a wave of despair wash over me, as I desperately continued to gesticulate until I realized that they'd never see me.
"Did you see anything?" I heard Matt's hopeful voice say behind me. I turned around and saw him peep at me from the spot where he was sitting. 'Probably the last spot he'll ever sit in' I thought, feeling my spirits sink even more.
"They didn't see me. And it looked like if the ones who were supposed to go inside of the building and search for people were packing up." I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I don't think they think that there's anyone left inside of here." I continued.
Matt's perfect face fell. "Oh." He said, looking at his legs again. "At least I'm with you..." He gave me a half-hearted smile, uncertain of what to think. Then his eyes hardened. I recognized that look. He had the same look in his eyes that he'd had back in the digital world. Just like if all that'd happened was his fault. That look made me feel so hurt.
'This isn't his fault, nothing of this is.' I thought when he turned his now pale face away from me.
"Matt..."
"No. Don't. You should have gotten out of here, if it wasn't for my stupid, cracked legs." As a demonstration of his opinion, he clenched his fists and punched them hard. "Argh!" Matt cried out in ache, tears forming in his eyes, because of the enormous jolt of pure physical pain.
I hurried forward to him, kneeling down beside him. I cupped my hands around his cheeks, unsure of what to do or say.
"Matt... Please don't do that again... You can't change what's already happened, and you can't control what's going to happen either." I stared into his navy eyes, searching for any kind of hope. "You understand?"
Matt nodded. "Sorry... I just lost control, I guess." He said a little ashamed.
I let my lips lightly brush over his for a second. Some of the blue ice in his eyes melted away, leaving the usual warm sapphire colour.
I wrapped my arms around his chest in a long tight hug. He answered by tenderly caressing my shoulders and back.
Suddenly he stopped. I lifted up my head and gave him a questioning look, as he flashed me one of his astounding smiles.
"My mobile!" He cheered. I thought he'd snapped. "My mobile! You know my mobile!"
"W-What?" Was all that I could think of saying.
"We can phone somebody! Can you go get it?" Now when I finally understood what he was thinking of I started to beam like crazy as well.
"Where is it?" I asked, already on my feats.
"In the bedroom. On the desk."
I ran into the open bedroom and looked at the desk. It was chaos, with a large heap of papers, pencils and many other things you usually find on a desk. I sighed and started lifting around the things. But after a while, I realized that it would take too long and simply shoved the stuff down on the floor. I scrambled out the things and rapidly found the small green object I was looking for.
"Haha!" I squeaked happily, and ran back into the messy living room, where Matt was waiting.




A/N: It looks like if thing's finally looking up! Or are they? Please review.