Weee, at least I got *some* reviews! Anyway, let's see what happens to the stoic couple..
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Chapter 2. Panic
My eyes began to fill with tears, my hands still suspended in mid air as he held my neck strongly, yet at the same time, gently.. I decided that all my pleading and hoping would soon be in vain.. My life flashed before my eyes; my father's face, Kiyosato's death, and when I first met Kenshin; these things burning the deepest in my mind: The men of my life.
His head had already lifted from my lips and he towered over me as he kneeled. I felt like the child now. I was at his mercy, and he would end my life soon. It would all be over, soon..
I could not breath and he had not even began to choke me. Desperately seeking a way to comfort him; to calm him down or even let this poor soul surrender to me, my hands reached up and began to stroke his cheek with the back of my fingertips, tenderly.
He froze for a moment and almost seemed to wake up, and the elusive feeling of hope -- I grasped it! Please.. Please Kenshin.. Yes.. Yes you know now of my plan, of my betrayal, but can you not see this from my point of you? Can you not understand the constant torture that has been residing in my soul ever since he died? -- Ever since I met you?
"Ken.. shin...", I whispered, once more, my voice quivering as the tears overflowed my eyes, clouding my vision. I was beginning to wonder why he was hesitating.. This killer, did he care for me? I began asking myself many questions.. Who told him of my plan? And what did they hope to accomplish by my insignificant death? My voice squeaked as he tightened his grip now. I felt like I was in a dream as I watched him through foggy eyes.
Then suddenly, he shut his eyes tight, his grip becoming simply unbearable for a moment.. then he let go. Those shaky, sword calloused hands of the youth just let go of my neck, pulled back quickly, then placed themselves on either side of my body, his head bowed as crimson bang strands shrouded his face.
I gasped, eyes opening wide as the tears ran off the side of my cheeks and stained the sides of my pillow. I didn't know what to do -- what to say. I was in a state of shock, horrified, and yet in some way happy.. Yes, happy! Happy.. Happy that he even touched me. I suddenly felt shame and closed my eyes tightly.
"Why..", he spoke lowly after pulling away from me to sit with his hands resting over the sides of his thighs.
'Why..? Why?!', the voice in my head screamed as my hands tightened into painful fists. I wanted to shout at him!; scold him for what he did like some kind of angry mother. But instead, I bit the inside of my lip, drawing blood, then gathered the courage to sit up. I was cautious.. This boy, he was a loose cannon.. A time bomb, waiting to explode.. Yet my eyes fell softly upon his near form.
"Kenshin.. The ones that told you of my trespasses.. Did they really not tell you of my reasons?", asked my voice in a hushed tone. Did I really seem like the kind of girl who enjoyed betrayal? Especially with my life at state?
"No.. ", was answered, hardly a whisper..
I was afraid to touch him, but oh how I wanted to. To embrace him. To hold him.. He had nearly killed me, and took something away from me earlier that was so precious. 'Why? Why show pity to *him?*', I asked myself.
Because no one else would.
It was a silly reason, but I believed it. Why did I let my compassion get the best of me? Perhaps.. It was merely maternal instincts, I thought.
And so, with one large, mental inhale of courage, I dared to scoot closer to the Hitokiri, inch by inch..
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I've just been itching to write a fanfic staring this couple after watching the end of the OVA. Just such a tragic story! -blows her nose, loudly.- Anyway, tell me if you liked it or not.
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Chapter 2. Panic
My eyes began to fill with tears, my hands still suspended in mid air as he held my neck strongly, yet at the same time, gently.. I decided that all my pleading and hoping would soon be in vain.. My life flashed before my eyes; my father's face, Kiyosato's death, and when I first met Kenshin; these things burning the deepest in my mind: The men of my life.
His head had already lifted from my lips and he towered over me as he kneeled. I felt like the child now. I was at his mercy, and he would end my life soon. It would all be over, soon..
I could not breath and he had not even began to choke me. Desperately seeking a way to comfort him; to calm him down or even let this poor soul surrender to me, my hands reached up and began to stroke his cheek with the back of my fingertips, tenderly.
He froze for a moment and almost seemed to wake up, and the elusive feeling of hope -- I grasped it! Please.. Please Kenshin.. Yes.. Yes you know now of my plan, of my betrayal, but can you not see this from my point of you? Can you not understand the constant torture that has been residing in my soul ever since he died? -- Ever since I met you?
"Ken.. shin...", I whispered, once more, my voice quivering as the tears overflowed my eyes, clouding my vision. I was beginning to wonder why he was hesitating.. This killer, did he care for me? I began asking myself many questions.. Who told him of my plan? And what did they hope to accomplish by my insignificant death? My voice squeaked as he tightened his grip now. I felt like I was in a dream as I watched him through foggy eyes.
Then suddenly, he shut his eyes tight, his grip becoming simply unbearable for a moment.. then he let go. Those shaky, sword calloused hands of the youth just let go of my neck, pulled back quickly, then placed themselves on either side of my body, his head bowed as crimson bang strands shrouded his face.
I gasped, eyes opening wide as the tears ran off the side of my cheeks and stained the sides of my pillow. I didn't know what to do -- what to say. I was in a state of shock, horrified, and yet in some way happy.. Yes, happy! Happy.. Happy that he even touched me. I suddenly felt shame and closed my eyes tightly.
"Why..", he spoke lowly after pulling away from me to sit with his hands resting over the sides of his thighs.
'Why..? Why?!', the voice in my head screamed as my hands tightened into painful fists. I wanted to shout at him!; scold him for what he did like some kind of angry mother. But instead, I bit the inside of my lip, drawing blood, then gathered the courage to sit up. I was cautious.. This boy, he was a loose cannon.. A time bomb, waiting to explode.. Yet my eyes fell softly upon his near form.
"Kenshin.. The ones that told you of my trespasses.. Did they really not tell you of my reasons?", asked my voice in a hushed tone. Did I really seem like the kind of girl who enjoyed betrayal? Especially with my life at state?
"No.. ", was answered, hardly a whisper..
I was afraid to touch him, but oh how I wanted to. To embrace him. To hold him.. He had nearly killed me, and took something away from me earlier that was so precious. 'Why? Why show pity to *him?*', I asked myself.
Because no one else would.
It was a silly reason, but I believed it. Why did I let my compassion get the best of me? Perhaps.. It was merely maternal instincts, I thought.
And so, with one large, mental inhale of courage, I dared to scoot closer to the Hitokiri, inch by inch..
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I've just been itching to write a fanfic staring this couple after watching the end of the OVA. Just such a tragic story! -blows her nose, loudly.- Anyway, tell me if you liked it or not.