Well I'm slow I admit it but I hope it's ok again as Hotura is in here be prepared for a lot of swearing, probably the hardest thing I've ever written, trying to balance out all the pain, hurt, love, lust, fear and longing..I think I blew it ^_^ *hugs * Ele

ps if anyone thinks this is getting too mature yell and i'll post it else where

          The bar was on the outskirts of town, it was dark, filled with bikers and Disturbed was blaring in the background. The young rider smirked and sauntered over to the hot looking Anglo piece of ass sat at the bar spinning an empty bottle of jack on the counter. Glancing hungrily at her rear wrapped snugly in leather jeans, he extended his hand, mind set and squeezing it and getting a good feel of the babe on the bar stool before moving on to get more friendly.

          Much to his surprise an iron grip was suddenly crushing his wrist as the girl growled without looking round
          "Come near me again and I will break your arm!" with that she threw his hand away disgusted, leaving him to scuttle away nursing his now badly bruised limb, her attention shifting back to her shot glass which she knocked back quickly, slamming it down
          "More"
          "So petite you want me to buy it for ya?"

          Hotura glanced sideways at the blonde as D slid onto the stool beside her.
          "Hn drop dead" she muttered, her head buzzing from the alcohol, she was not in the right state of mind to face Damien Ishida right now, she was still shaken from genesis and just wanted to drink till she passed out somewhere and forget it had ever happened.


          "Petite I'm sorry I took you there, ok?" he whispered ordering his usual vodka and trying to get the girl to face him. She wouldn't, instead she bowed her head, letting her hair fall round her like a dark waterfall, using it as a barrier against him
          "Hn why are you sorry?" He downed his drink then stared into the glass thinking how to phrase the answer.
          "Because it upset you petite. I don't want to see you upset"

          Heero's daughter nearly burst out laughing; D didn't want to see her upset? He who had upset her more than anyone, didn't want to see her so vulnerable. Well guess what she was vulnerable, damn vulnerable it was time he saw just how weak she was, she turned on her stool, her violet eyes locking with Damien's ice ones


          "Hn so they raped, beat and tested on me for 3 weeks" she choked bitterly " no big deal…it happens" she finished casually laying her chin on the bar, eyes shinning with unshed tears as she stroked the side of her shot glass absently

          The blonde shut his eyes groaning, dear god could someone kill him, no wonder she freaked at contact, every touch she'd had, had been born of pain. D felt a shit, a royal asshole, all the times he'd tried to push her, touch her, claim her, what the hell was he supposed to say, even as he spoke his words sounded so weak, but what else could he say to her to make it right?

          "Petite…I. I'm so sorry…I didn't know" she looked out the corner of her eye at him shrugging
          "Yeah so I'm fucked up as you so nicely put it," she growled harshly, using his letters words against him. Even without his powers he could feel the physical pain radiating off her, despair, mistrust, betrayal but above all loneliness, without thinking he reached out to her, wanting to hold her and tell her it'd be alright, but he stopped himself in time, running his hand through his hair frustrated


          "You're not fucked up petite…you…you just had some bad experiences"

          With a sigh she raised her head from the bar looking at him sadly "See why you should give up now? I can't be what you want…I'm a lost cause" she stood up set on leaving, panicking he grasped her wrist stopping her short as she turned ridged at the contact.
          "Petite why do you want me to give up so bad? You're just fine….hell you're perfect babe" she wrenched her wrist back, snorting bitterly and fixing cold narrowed eyes on him
          "D you are a whore, I've never even kissed, I'm never going to be, I freak at contact" her voice dropped as she added in a hiss "you of all people should know this"

          The boy felt himself being drawn back against his will to a memory he'd rather forget, one that danced in his brain of a bar much like this but oh so long ago. When he was still labelled friend not whore, companion not slut, when she trusted him and she was his world, and how one day he'd fucked it up so well. He tried to drown his thoughts swilling the past away with vodka as he downed another and motioned for more, revelling in the warm fog his brain lapsed into. Swallowing he laid his head on the table again for her


          "Yeah but petite you can get over that, you're strong…if you don't that's gonna be a sad lonely life chere..Hell that isn't a life it's an existence, you may as well of died back at genesis"

For a second her eyes blazed and he waited for her fist to embed in his gut, but behind the fire was a scared broken child and it was her that made Hotura turn away biting her lip


          "I'll deal," she croaked. The Yama smiled trying to take her hand and make the mood light again
          "So petite why would you want to live such a life? Ya from A.C hell unless you want to be a nun why not have a little fun?" he'd made a mistake, she flinched back angry, fangs flashing briefly as her eyes swam black, using shins blood to protect her, the others in the bar backed away, realising the Japanese girl wasn't some hot little bike bunny but a bishojo, and a powerful one at that

          "Fun?!! I'm too old to learn! Who in their right mind would take me on? I'm death's bitch daughter!! War's sadistic offspring!!" the psychic rolled his eyes white protecting himself within an energy cocoon as he snarled back
          "Me!! I would! You're never too old to learn!" he glanced at her sneering face and snapped " and don't say it's because I'm a slut either!"

          She pushed the dark hair from her face exasperated close to breaking
          "Why Ishida?! Why?!! There are plenty of other women out there" she growled gesturing with her arm haphazardly "is the challenge that much fun for you?" she snarled

          His temper snapped, her grasped her arms roughly shaking her
          "I don't want any of them!!…I WANT YOU!!" He sighed letting go of her arms, leaving her shocked and trembling "I've only ever wanted you"
          "Y..Your drunk"
          "No not totally" Tura sat back down, sagging in defeat on her stool, her long pale fingers groping for her glass, her gaze fixed on d


          "I'll end up hurting you…I'd freak out and lash out" she said slowly, Damien laughed turning crimson at the thought of being hurt by the beauty in front of him
          "You wouldn't hurt me petite" he continued to laugh before looking at her smirking a little "sides petite ya gotta learn sometime," he murmured, tracing his hand softly down her cheek

          She wrenched away slamming her glass down" why?! Why should I because you want me too?! Go find someone else " she glared


          "I don't want anyone else petite!! I'VE LOVED YOU SINCE WE WERE KIDS! Why not experience love for once in your life?!!" her eyes went wide with shock, someone loved her, people shouldn't love her…how could they didn't they know what she was? What she did?!    The angel of death suddenly crumbled
          "Because it scares the fuck out of me!"! There happy?!!" she sobbed fighting back tears while chanting, " Maxwell's don't cry…Maxwell's don't cry" over and over in a desperate mantra

          D rubbed her back trying to soothe her as she trembled gripping the bar, her fangs piercing her lip in an effort not to cry
          "Petite it's alright. …Come here, it's ok you can cry in front of me" he whispered brushing the dark ringlets from her face and drawing her to him, hugging her lightly, cringing at how stiff she stayed within his arms
          "Iie I can't it's weak…I thought I was strong and I acted like a fucking chibi!" she choked, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes. He leaned forward wiping the tears away and resting his fore head against hers, cradling her face in his hands softly


          "I know you pride yaself on being strong petite, but come on, you can't bottle everything up inside forever"

          The bishojo shivered under his touch, breathing in sharply her eyes widening into sparkling pool instead of the narrowed violet slits they normally were
          "Why are you doing this?" she breathed, swallowing and feeling heat blossom across her cheeks as he stared back unblinking


          "Because I love you petite…and I am a nice guy remember?"

She broke, her muscles suddenly weakening under the stress sending her collapsing against his shoulder sobbing. The bishonen gripped her tighter kissing the top of her head secretly revelling in her trust again and the heat of her in his arms
          "Just let it out I'll be here for you petite"
          "Tousan would be ashamed…….you tell anyone I did this I'll break your legs" she grunted from his lap hugging his waist. He winked down at her stroking her hair
          "Did what petite? And Heero would love you for all you are and do, "
          "Hn" she replied frowning at a couple kissing across the bar, puzzled look on her scowling face

          "Why do people do that?!!" d glanced over at the couple and sighed, jealousy nibbling at him as he tried to ignore just where her head was resting
          "Because it's fun….and it's an expression of love" he realised how wrong that sounded from him, all the girls he'd kissed and more and he'd not felt so much as affection for them let alone love. Thankfully the drunken girl in his lap didn't notice she was still studying the kissing couple

          "It looks like he's trying to eat her…and it spreads germs," he laughed picking up her head and leaning in close, his breath against her lip
          "Who cares about that petite?" Tura blinked like a scared rabbit back at him
          "What are you doing?!" without warning he kissed her, quickly but it was still a kiss
          "That" he smiled waiting to either live or die but hell he'd die happy. The response was not what he expected. She blinked feeling the numb tingle on her lips and looked up at him


          "What am I supposed to do?" after the blonde got over the initial shock he managed to choke out
          "Kiss me back and go with it"

          Tura squirmed embarrassed and feeling light headed, she didn't have a clue and she loathed her naivety
          "I don't know how," she mumbled, d sighed at a loss
          "I don't know how to explain it petite…you've just got to go along with it…" hoping she'd pick it up he drew her nearer again kissing a little harder, she frowned for a second before leaning forward and applying pressure with her own lips. Encouraged d pulled her closer and tried to deepen the kiss, but she froze, clamping her mouth shut and struggling, panic flowing through her as her control was lost, the fear of being restrained resurfacing in her mind

          Cringing d backed off cursing himself
          "Sorry. I should of realised you'd freak at that" her eyes remained wide as her breathe came in fast shallow gasps
          "What was that?!"
          "A kiss petite"
          "You tried to eat my mouth" she growled accusingly "why?"

          Mon dieu, he thought chuckling, how could any woman be so deadly, violent, sadistic not to mention damn sexy, and yet so adorably innocent with it. He rubbed his thumb lightly across her lips still holding eye contact as he bowed his head, whispering
          "That's what you do when you kiss…see" he nodded to the now heavily drunk couples in the bar, some practically raping each other over the pool table, or against the wall, desperately trying to forget where they were for a moment, seeking escape in the others arms.

          Tura watched them through slanted eyes like specimens, taking in every detail with clinical preciseness and finding herself jealous, that they could forget and she couldn't. Maybe the jack was in control, maybe seeing genesis again had left her vulnerable to d, or maybe she was just past caring. Whatever it was, something made her sit up and grab a surprised D's face in her hands, her eyes boring into him, as she demanded
          "Again"

          Amazed he leaned forward kissing her again, freezing as she mumbled against his mouth
          "What do I do? …eat you?"
          "If that's what you want to call it petite yeah…eat me" his cheeks flamed again as he realised how hentai that sounded. With a deep breath she drew closer shutting her eyes and growling


          "Alright I'll try, I refuse to suck at anything" d would of normally made a comment to this, but as her lips touched his he realised Hotura was very much a Maxwell. He got kissed to within an inch of his life, she treated it like a mission, something to be done and done damn well. All he could do was sit there helplessly, enjoying every second of it, and as she broke of with a grunt he whispered
          "Oh my god"

          "Nani?!!" she panicked pulling away " I hurt you?!" he shook his head smiling at her with a glazed expression, his mouth still tingling
          "No…by god it was everything I'd hoped," he murmured dreamily hugging her tighter
          "Nani?!" He smirked evilly at her, tracing her face lightly with cool finger as he lowered his voice
          "I've wanted to do that since we were like 12…and …wow you're a good kisser petite…I always knew you would be" he winked. He laughed to himself as yet again her cheeks became flushed, he could get used to seeing her blush, it was something he never thought he'd see Hotura Maxwell ~Yui do but here she was as embarrassed as any school girl by a simple compliment.

          "12!!" she stuttered he mind suddenly remembering all the times he'd stayed over between being 12 and 17. It was D's turn to go scarlet as he looked away embarrassed, nervously playing with his choker
          "Oui. since we were 12…I kinda had a crush on you since we were kids petite…I thought you knew?" the bishojo shook her head dumbly in amazement before laying her now giddy head in his lap and sighing
          "Hn then why did you become a slut Ishida san?"
        "Because you wouldn't have me. I had to find someone to comfort me" he replied quietly stroking her hair, watching as her eyes slowly grew heavy, 3 bottles of Jack Daniels finally catching up with her.

          "So petite what do you want to do with genesis? I still want to know what was with Kim, and they shouldn't get away with what happened to you chere"
          "Koroshite yaru" she mumbled into his thigh, he rolled his eyes at the angel trademark phrase
          "And we just walk up to them and do this?" he smirked adjusting his grip on her as her body became floppy and languid
          "Iie…find out what they are up to…then…wipe…them…off..the….face of the planet" she yawned drifting off feeling safe

          "Have it your way petite" he smiled standing up with her still in his arms, it was way best bed time for the tenshi from the look of things so she'd have to crash at Heighton view. He let his eyes roll white teleporting them back into the gym, and outside his room. As he went to enter he stopped himself


          "No" he whispered " she's not herself, I'm not making that mistake again, when she wants too, then I'll know she came to me and not because of too much JD" he chuckled walking into the spare room and laying her on the bed. As he drew the covers up he stopped for a moment to just stare at her, the moonlight from the window making her seem to glow. God she killed him, but she was worth it, he leaned forward and kissed her forehead
          "Bon nuit petite no killing me for this tomorrow oui?" she whimpered slightly rolling away and with a sigh he returned to his own room alone.