Forlay: Yeah. Being ordinary sucks! (Plus I'm just lazy...)
Jinako-chan: *gasps* Marco cat-girl?!?! CUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTE!!!
Lauren: And here's more romance!
traycon3: A new reviewer! Woo! Even if you are damn confusing, I still love you! You reviewed! And it's a good review!
fangrlwlotsofideas: Yep. POV's are good.
Alikat: *steals Marco doll* WOO! MARCO DOLL!!! *dodges sharp objects* *gives back doll* O.O *hides under a rock*
Prometheus: *sticks in earplugs and screams* If you can't beat 'em, join 'em! *giggles* You're funny!
Fire Tears: I'd almost given up on you. X_x But you're back! ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ And no, Erek won't pretend... Or will he? :) *evil laugh*
Alisha: Thank you! And you get this chapter dedicated to you because you have my best friend's name.
Early: Another new reviwer! *glomps Early* I love you guys! And I'm glad you like it. I wanted it to be realistic, so I'm happy you think it is.
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO ALISHA. SHE HAS MY BEST FRIEND'S NAME! (I know, I'm shallow...)
Chapter Seven (I think...)
|Marco's POV|
The next few days passed quickly. The Chee continued to repair Andrea, but weren't getting very far. They would have to clean out the chemical, first, and they were having a hard time doing that. Erek stayed with me, mostly. Or rather, I stayed with him. The other Animorphs and my father visited me for a little while, but I couldn't respond. Rachel made a few offhand comments, and I thought up about thirty comebacks for each of them, but, again, I couldn't respond.
Bummer.
But it gave me time to think. Mostly, I thought about Erek. About how he was taking this sudden display of I'm-completely-in-love-with-you-give-me-a- hug-because-I'm-obsessed-with-you affection.
And he's taking it well.
I mean, if, say, Jake had been the one infected and he was all lovey-dovey- freaky towards me, I don't think I'd handle it all that well. Having your best friend follow you around everywhere like a faithful little servant that like giving you hugs in not my idea of fun.
But Erek doesn't seem to mind. He just constantly blushes. Which is cute.
...Cute? Did I say cute? I meant adorable. No, not adorable! Lovable. Yeah, that's it, lova...
Ah, screw it.
But he honestly doesn't mind. Like when he pets my head. I have to admit, *I* like it, embarrassing as it is to admit it, but he obviously doesn't mind, or else he wouldn't do it.
Or maybe I'm just getting my hopes up, wishing on something that could never be.
"Marco, I know that you're in there somewhere. You told me that. Do you think you could say something? Talk to me for even a second?"
Erek's voice, soft and gentle, cuts through my thoughts.
I try. Really, I do. But I can't. It's hard. Even talking to him for that fleeting second before drained me.
"Please try, Marco."
I try again, for him. Harder this time. Try for Erek, I tell myself. Try for Erek.
"I... it's... hard... Erek..." My voice comes in choking gasps. It's so, so tiring, but I do it. I feel like my mind is being torn apart. It hurts.
"Marco?"
So tiring... Can barely think...
"...Yes..." I choke out. He wraps his arms around me in a hug.
"Good." His voice is a whisper.
Tell him...
No...
"I... can't... keep... talking... it... hurts..."
He looks alarmed. "Then stop. Stop. Rest for awhile, Marco. Rest."
Tell him...
No...
A hint...
Fine...
"Fine... I'll rest... for... you..." I mumble.
Not enough of a hint...
Shut up...
You will tell soon...
No...
Yes...
...Yes...
"I'm glad, min elskov." His voice is soft and soothing. He strokes my hair, and I lean against him. "I'm glad."
I'm so tired and worn from talking that I can barely think 'Huh?' before blacking out.
|Erek's POV|
"I'm glad, min elskov." I breathe into his silky hair. I know he doesn't know what that means. On one level, that's good. But on another level, I almost wish he did know.
"Tired." He mumbles, gone again. I sigh. As cute as kid-Marco is, I still prefer Animorph-Marco.
"I know. Go to sleep."
"I can't. I... need to do something." He sounds confused. Conflicted.
"What?"
He tilts his head up toward mine, and presses his lips carefully to my pseudo-human ones.
The kiss is tentative, and only lasts for a second. But that's all it takes to send my head spinning and my thoughts whirling.
He pulls away, looking shocked and afraid.
"Marco... you..." I manage to say. I can't believe he just did that. I enjoyed it, God, I enjoyed it! But I never dared to think that he'd ever kiss me. Ever.
"Why?"
"I... don't know. I think... I think it's because of what I am."
This confuses me. "What do you mean?"
He looks like he's trying to work something out. Like the details are there, but he can't piece them together.
"I am... I am... I'm made up of all the emotions this other person doesn't want to show. This other person... he's the one that you all know. The one you all like. The one that's in my head. He's tired now. I'm every hidden emotion in him. That's what I am."
"So what you're saying is, inside, he's really this affectionate towards everybody. Or he wants to be?" I ask in disbelief.
He pauses, thinking. "No... just you. Affectionate towards everyone, yes, but mostly you. And it's a different affection towards you."
I freeze. I'm hoping, hoping... Knowing it can't be possible but wishng anyway.
"What affection?" I ask faintly.
He looks at me seriously. "I'm not sure what it's called. He's with holding that information from me. He doesn't want you to know. But the emotion is strong. Powerful." He scoots closer to me, hesitating, them snuggling into my lap.
"Tired..." He yawns, and begins to fall asleep in my arms.
"What does the emotion feel like?" I ask, nervous at his sudden change.
"E - e - emotion?" He asks, stifling a yawn.
"Yes. Emotion. The one you were telling me about."
He uses my chest for a pillow, being a little too short to reach the crook of my neck.
"I didn't tell about an emotion." More yawning. "Tired."
I sigh, and wrap my arms around him. "Then sleep."
"'Kay." He stretches up, placing a quick kiss on my neck. I blush.
Every emotion that he doesn't show?
"Marco. Tell me now. Who do you love?" My voice is sharper than I meant it to be. He glances up.
"I... He... doesn't want me to tell."
I look him straight in the eye. "I need to know, Marco. Tell me who the person that I know, that everyone knows... tell me who he loves."
He bows his head. "An order?"
I feel a bit sick, ordering him to do it, but I need to know.
"Yes. It is."
He lifts his head, looking me in the eye, meeting my gaze fiercly. And I just know somehow that it's the real Marco, the Marco I fell in love with looking out at me.
The single word is not easy for him to say, but he manages to choke it out.
"...You..."
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Cliffhanger! Woo! *throws confetti* Now, it's time for a round of
GUESS WHAT EREK SAID!!!
I mean, what he said when he said 'min elskov.' Just to clarify that. ^^;
It's not that hard. Honestly, it's so obvious I might as well have a big neon sign up screaming what it he said. It's that blatantly obvious.
...Really.
Sorry this took so long. I was really busy. Geography maps and crap really suck. X_x But I got 96/100 on my Novel Study! (My marks are going up!)
I is so happy!
Aaaaand here's a quote from the story that I'm writing. (It's MY quote, *I* made it up, dammit!) (I stole the name Alena from Fire Tears' X-Men Evolution story. ...Okay, okay, I didn't *steal* it. I asked.):
"Everyone has wings, Alena." Garon said seriously. "But only you can choose whether or not you learn to fly."
*star eyes* Woo, I love that quote! Don't you?
Jinako-chan: *gasps* Marco cat-girl?!?! CUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTECUTE!!!
Lauren: And here's more romance!
traycon3: A new reviewer! Woo! Even if you are damn confusing, I still love you! You reviewed! And it's a good review!
fangrlwlotsofideas: Yep. POV's are good.
Alikat: *steals Marco doll* WOO! MARCO DOLL!!! *dodges sharp objects* *gives back doll* O.O *hides under a rock*
Prometheus: *sticks in earplugs and screams* If you can't beat 'em, join 'em! *giggles* You're funny!
Fire Tears: I'd almost given up on you. X_x But you're back! ^^ ^^ ^^ ^^ And no, Erek won't pretend... Or will he? :) *evil laugh*
Alisha: Thank you! And you get this chapter dedicated to you because you have my best friend's name.
Early: Another new reviwer! *glomps Early* I love you guys! And I'm glad you like it. I wanted it to be realistic, so I'm happy you think it is.
THIS CHAPTER IS DEDICATED TO ALISHA. SHE HAS MY BEST FRIEND'S NAME! (I know, I'm shallow...)
Chapter Seven (I think...)
|Marco's POV|
The next few days passed quickly. The Chee continued to repair Andrea, but weren't getting very far. They would have to clean out the chemical, first, and they were having a hard time doing that. Erek stayed with me, mostly. Or rather, I stayed with him. The other Animorphs and my father visited me for a little while, but I couldn't respond. Rachel made a few offhand comments, and I thought up about thirty comebacks for each of them, but, again, I couldn't respond.
Bummer.
But it gave me time to think. Mostly, I thought about Erek. About how he was taking this sudden display of I'm-completely-in-love-with-you-give-me-a- hug-because-I'm-obsessed-with-you affection.
And he's taking it well.
I mean, if, say, Jake had been the one infected and he was all lovey-dovey- freaky towards me, I don't think I'd handle it all that well. Having your best friend follow you around everywhere like a faithful little servant that like giving you hugs in not my idea of fun.
But Erek doesn't seem to mind. He just constantly blushes. Which is cute.
...Cute? Did I say cute? I meant adorable. No, not adorable! Lovable. Yeah, that's it, lova...
Ah, screw it.
But he honestly doesn't mind. Like when he pets my head. I have to admit, *I* like it, embarrassing as it is to admit it, but he obviously doesn't mind, or else he wouldn't do it.
Or maybe I'm just getting my hopes up, wishing on something that could never be.
"Marco, I know that you're in there somewhere. You told me that. Do you think you could say something? Talk to me for even a second?"
Erek's voice, soft and gentle, cuts through my thoughts.
I try. Really, I do. But I can't. It's hard. Even talking to him for that fleeting second before drained me.
"Please try, Marco."
I try again, for him. Harder this time. Try for Erek, I tell myself. Try for Erek.
"I... it's... hard... Erek..." My voice comes in choking gasps. It's so, so tiring, but I do it. I feel like my mind is being torn apart. It hurts.
"Marco?"
So tiring... Can barely think...
"...Yes..." I choke out. He wraps his arms around me in a hug.
"Good." His voice is a whisper.
Tell him...
No...
"I... can't... keep... talking... it... hurts..."
He looks alarmed. "Then stop. Stop. Rest for awhile, Marco. Rest."
Tell him...
No...
A hint...
Fine...
"Fine... I'll rest... for... you..." I mumble.
Not enough of a hint...
Shut up...
You will tell soon...
No...
Yes...
...Yes...
"I'm glad, min elskov." His voice is soft and soothing. He strokes my hair, and I lean against him. "I'm glad."
I'm so tired and worn from talking that I can barely think 'Huh?' before blacking out.
|Erek's POV|
"I'm glad, min elskov." I breathe into his silky hair. I know he doesn't know what that means. On one level, that's good. But on another level, I almost wish he did know.
"Tired." He mumbles, gone again. I sigh. As cute as kid-Marco is, I still prefer Animorph-Marco.
"I know. Go to sleep."
"I can't. I... need to do something." He sounds confused. Conflicted.
"What?"
He tilts his head up toward mine, and presses his lips carefully to my pseudo-human ones.
The kiss is tentative, and only lasts for a second. But that's all it takes to send my head spinning and my thoughts whirling.
He pulls away, looking shocked and afraid.
"Marco... you..." I manage to say. I can't believe he just did that. I enjoyed it, God, I enjoyed it! But I never dared to think that he'd ever kiss me. Ever.
"Why?"
"I... don't know. I think... I think it's because of what I am."
This confuses me. "What do you mean?"
He looks like he's trying to work something out. Like the details are there, but he can't piece them together.
"I am... I am... I'm made up of all the emotions this other person doesn't want to show. This other person... he's the one that you all know. The one you all like. The one that's in my head. He's tired now. I'm every hidden emotion in him. That's what I am."
"So what you're saying is, inside, he's really this affectionate towards everybody. Or he wants to be?" I ask in disbelief.
He pauses, thinking. "No... just you. Affectionate towards everyone, yes, but mostly you. And it's a different affection towards you."
I freeze. I'm hoping, hoping... Knowing it can't be possible but wishng anyway.
"What affection?" I ask faintly.
He looks at me seriously. "I'm not sure what it's called. He's with holding that information from me. He doesn't want you to know. But the emotion is strong. Powerful." He scoots closer to me, hesitating, them snuggling into my lap.
"Tired..." He yawns, and begins to fall asleep in my arms.
"What does the emotion feel like?" I ask, nervous at his sudden change.
"E - e - emotion?" He asks, stifling a yawn.
"Yes. Emotion. The one you were telling me about."
He uses my chest for a pillow, being a little too short to reach the crook of my neck.
"I didn't tell about an emotion." More yawning. "Tired."
I sigh, and wrap my arms around him. "Then sleep."
"'Kay." He stretches up, placing a quick kiss on my neck. I blush.
Every emotion that he doesn't show?
"Marco. Tell me now. Who do you love?" My voice is sharper than I meant it to be. He glances up.
"I... He... doesn't want me to tell."
I look him straight in the eye. "I need to know, Marco. Tell me who the person that I know, that everyone knows... tell me who he loves."
He bows his head. "An order?"
I feel a bit sick, ordering him to do it, but I need to know.
"Yes. It is."
He lifts his head, looking me in the eye, meeting my gaze fiercly. And I just know somehow that it's the real Marco, the Marco I fell in love with looking out at me.
The single word is not easy for him to say, but he manages to choke it out.
"...You..."
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Cliffhanger! Woo! *throws confetti* Now, it's time for a round of
GUESS WHAT EREK SAID!!!
I mean, what he said when he said 'min elskov.' Just to clarify that. ^^;
It's not that hard. Honestly, it's so obvious I might as well have a big neon sign up screaming what it he said. It's that blatantly obvious.
...Really.
Sorry this took so long. I was really busy. Geography maps and crap really suck. X_x But I got 96/100 on my Novel Study! (My marks are going up!)
I is so happy!
Aaaaand here's a quote from the story that I'm writing. (It's MY quote, *I* made it up, dammit!) (I stole the name Alena from Fire Tears' X-Men Evolution story. ...Okay, okay, I didn't *steal* it. I asked.):
"Everyone has wings, Alena." Garon said seriously. "But only you can choose whether or not you learn to fly."
*star eyes* Woo, I love that quote! Don't you?