Time Heals Most Wounds
Chapter Two: Harmony
Thomas sat on the floor, by Raven's leg and the statue's stand, tinkering with BEEK's programming. There was a sudden knock on the door and a familiar brunette peeking in the window.
"Meara?" He opened the door with a nod from Raven and she jumped on him, smacking him upside the head.
"Baka! You had us worried sick, Thomas-kun!" She sighed, clinging to him tightly, leaving a dark red smudge on his cheek after her smooch.
"Raven! Thank you for rescuing him, I owe you big time." She gave him a big hug and a kiss, too.
"It's really no problem, Peregrine." he said as she turned back to Thomas.
"Mou taku! You had Karl and I worried sick! SICK!" She shouted as he hung his head.
"Mea, I'm sorry, but I just had to get out of there." She pulled him into another hug, patting the back of his shoulders.
"Hun, I know, I know, but next time, 'I fucking quit' is not a good thing to leave us with."
"Yes, Meara." Thomas answered as she flopped back onto Raven's bed. "So how have you and Karl been?" She cracked open an eye, about to yell. "Other than worried sick!" He added.
His almost-sister-in-law just about smirked. "If you leave that out, okay. Karl's listing you on 'Vacation leave', since I know you'll come back."
He fidgeted slightly, "Actually, Mea, I…I might not."
"Hm, well that's for you to decide, Hun, and take all the time you want in doing so, But, Karl has got a little job for you--"
"I don--"
"Uh, uh. It's not a handout or an order, just an opportunity to earn some pocket cash, to earn your keep you know? Right, Raven?"
"Whatever, doesn't matter to me." He mumbled, a cigarette between his lips, tossing Meara the pack.
"Anyhow, you'll be operating from here."
"Huh?"
"By this." She said, resting the cigarette in the ashtray and pulling out a sleek black laptop with various wires, chords and hookups dangling from it.
"What do I have to do?"
"Pfft, It'd be nice if I knew." She said rolling her eyes and exhaling a cloud of smoke. "I'll say computer stuff, but there's an outline in here."
"Fine."
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Thomas sat on the floor, Indian style, his bare feet tapping against the wood to the beat of Raven's loud music.
"And Isolation is the oxygen mask
Come make your children breathe in to survive.
I'm not a slave to a god
That doesn't exist!
I'm not a slave to a world that doesn't give a shit!"
Marilyn Manson screamed as Thomas navigated through the computer program. He watched raven staring intently at the molded piece of clay, his foot gently tapping the floor as well, only slower. He lit another cigarette and stared harder, trying to remember the finer details of Shadow's metal body.
"The death of one is a tragedy,
The death of one is a tragedy,
The death of millions is just a, just a shame!"
Thomas smiled; it was two months later and living with Raven had definitely changed his view of the cold maverick. He was…well…fun! The sandy haired Lieutenant and the outsider had a tacit settlement; Thomas could stay as long as he wanted, and Raven hoped he would stay forever, because, no-one wants to be alone.
He felt much better about the "Fiona thing", but it still hurt him. He lay awake thinking, every night, Raven curled up besides him facing the window and staring at the stars. Lieutenant Schubaltz thought of where he was, before her.
'Will I ever be as good as Karl…at anything?!, Will I ever be promoted?, Why do I feel like this?, How will I improve, What will happen tomorrow…'
/Why do I feel like this…?/
Fiona was a gods-send to Thomas in his time of confusion. She was a woman he thought he loved, clearing away all of his unstated feelings for another Lieutenant he had worked with. Lieutenant Vincent Avalon. He often caught himself gazing at his body; his jet black hair, dark eyes, tan-ish skin… It created an ache, almost, within him, causing him to hide it in the depths of his heart. But, perhaps, when Fiona broke it, the secret slipped from it's fragile enclosure, but instead of Lieutenant Avalon, it was a striking past foe. Raven was beautiful, there was no doubt about it or any other way to say it, but his beauty was not skin deep, unlike Thomas' previous 'crush'. That wonderful aspect lay in his personality, his surprisingly kind heart and came through in his art.
He turned over, resting his cheek against the back of Raven's shoulders, the other whispering a goodnight, his fingertips reaching back and skimming his cheek gently.
[End Chapter two: to be continued…]
A/n:
Naomi: Oi. Either you all are lying and hate my writing (reviewers that is) or you don't read my authors note. Yare, the "contest" answer was revealed by now so no Shounen/shoujo ai for you all.
I know, Chappie's short but I wanted to save--
Ali the Faery: STALL!
Naomi: *sweat drops* N-no…I'm busy and I think it'd be better for the next part to be separate.
Ali the Faery: And if you like ThomasxRaven, read "Moonlight" by December. And, another plug for December-san (Nao: because she rocks) at her website she has, well many beautiful Yaoi/shounen-ai piccies but a Raven and Thomas one too. *gins* It's so cute! Linkage!:
http://home.graffiti.net/sirusmoe/raven12.jpg
Naomi: hai hai, wai wai! ^^;
Naomi and Ali: READ AND REVIEW, ARIGATOU!
Naomi: *falls asleep at the keyboard* Zzzzzz…….
Ali: Geeze, It's only nine-oh-three pm! *giggle* oh! And Happy Thanksgiving all!
Naomi: Japanese dict:
Baka: Idiot, Mou taku: said in exasperation, like "really!" honestly!" Oi: expression like "hey"