Hello again, did you miss me? I've been very busy with my new work and
that school's about to start, but I was able to finish the chapter! Its
short I know, bear with me okay! Hope you like it; I got the idea from
part two of "Jupiter Jazz." When you see a flashback of Gren and Vicious
walking in a sand storm together, thought it was very cute! Enjoy and
please keep reviewing!
The winds were getting stronger and more violent by the minute. I could tell the men were getting a little restless from being inside the cramp shelters all day and waiting for the dang storm to pass on by. On the other hand, I was plenty entertained with the small music box given to me. I had it out and was turning the crank repeatedly again and again, listening to the song called Julia. Then all of a sudden, some soldiers started to head my way, a couple of genuine ass's if you asked me. "Hey there prick, wha'cha got there?" The tall scraggily one asked who clearly hasn't showered in years. And before I could answer he snatched the music box from my hands and held it in his own filthy ones. "Oooo Lala, well isn't this a pretty thing! All that's missing is the ballerina and some jewelry!" He laughed as well as his other friends. "Give it back." I spoke trying not to start a fight. The man just looked at me and rubbed his stubbly chin, "Hmmm.let me think about that, NO!" And again he busted up laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. I held back my anger but I could feel it rising even as I clenched my fist, "Give it back I said." Trying to control the rage in my voice. He looked at me with a smug smirk and held out the treasure towards me, "Here then." I didn't trust him one bit, but still reached out to take back what was mine. But the man closed his fist before I could touch it, and started to crush it in his hand. I didn't really remember what happened after that, just that I lost it. I dove for the bastard and started to punch him repeatedly in the face. His buds had to drag me off as I continued to beat the shit out of him. He staggered on up and wiped the blood from his mouth, I could tell he was pissed. "You want this fag?" He growled walking towards the doors, "Then go FETCH!" And with that he threw the tiny box out into the sands. I screamed and pushed myself away from their grasp, and ran out into the storm. I guess I really wasn't thinking as I sat there on my knees searching for it. I could feel my eyes burning from the winds as I dug deeper into the sands, only to have holes be buried again in the matter of seconds. I didn't care though, all I could think about was that music box and finding it. Was that box really worth all this pain? Why was I risking my life for just some dang old toy? I already knew the answer to that; I just couldn't admit it to myself. That it was a gift from him and only him, something he gave to me and only me. Something that made me feel special, something that made me feel. I could feel myself losing consciousness from the powerful sands, drowning in its reign. I fell forward and tried to get back up, but only to be shoved back down. "I can't.I won't die like this!" I thought seeing the world grow black around me. "Not until, until I."
"Know his name."
Suddenly, a hand came out of nowhere and pulled me from my sandy grave. I coughed and tried to breath fresh air, but it was still hard from the winds. That's when I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and pull me close, shielding me from the raging blaze. I slowly lifted my head to gaze at the one who saved me, nearly having my heart stop. There stood him, shining like a glorious God. The cloak was covering his face, but I could tell he was staring straight at me. Looking at me, with those sad yet beautiful eyes. It felt like hours as I leaned against him, resting my head upon his chest. Finally I felt his strong hands grab my shoulders, making me blush a bit. He motioned the direction of the shelter with his head, and I just nodded brushing back the strands of my raven hair from my face. So we then started to walk back to the base, with of course him in the lead. I followed right behind him smiling the whole time, though I don't think he noticed or cared. When we finally made it back, I noticed he wasn't walking away from me like he usual did. In fact he stood there the whole time as I wiped the dirt from my hair and cloak. "Thanks again for saving my life." I smiled wiping the last bit of grain from my cheek. His back was still towards me as I watched him reach into his pocket and pull something out. He then turned around and placed the music box within my hands,
"Vicious."
"Huh?" I stupidly responded still too shocked he found the box. "Vicious, my name. You wanted to know it right?" Everything was happening so fast I didn't have time to think of a good response, "Uh.yeah."
"Alright then." And with that, he took off again. Disappearing in the crowd, leaving me dumbfounded. When I was able to come back to my senses, I realized that I had just found out his name. "Vicious huh? Well then it looks like I'll be seeing you later comrade!" I shouted hoping he heard, which I'm pretty sure half the crew did. But as usual I didn't care, because not only did I get to see him again, I got to learn his name to. Though Vicious isn't really a name name, it's better then nothing I guess. I held on tightly to that dang music box, never wanting to lose it again. It was something very precious to me, as I felt my cheeks grow red. Vicious was such a great soldier, nothing like I was. And all I could think was how much I wanted to be like him, to fight like him. That I wanted to become a courageous warrior like him and be stronger, so I could fight by his side. So I could.
Be with him.
You like? Always short I know, but if I make them too long then I might get bored of writing the chapters! (And I really do want to finish this) Hopefully next chapter out soon, if my schedule isn't too busy! Thanks again, for the reviews! ;p
The winds were getting stronger and more violent by the minute. I could tell the men were getting a little restless from being inside the cramp shelters all day and waiting for the dang storm to pass on by. On the other hand, I was plenty entertained with the small music box given to me. I had it out and was turning the crank repeatedly again and again, listening to the song called Julia. Then all of a sudden, some soldiers started to head my way, a couple of genuine ass's if you asked me. "Hey there prick, wha'cha got there?" The tall scraggily one asked who clearly hasn't showered in years. And before I could answer he snatched the music box from my hands and held it in his own filthy ones. "Oooo Lala, well isn't this a pretty thing! All that's missing is the ballerina and some jewelry!" He laughed as well as his other friends. "Give it back." I spoke trying not to start a fight. The man just looked at me and rubbed his stubbly chin, "Hmmm.let me think about that, NO!" And again he busted up laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world. I held back my anger but I could feel it rising even as I clenched my fist, "Give it back I said." Trying to control the rage in my voice. He looked at me with a smug smirk and held out the treasure towards me, "Here then." I didn't trust him one bit, but still reached out to take back what was mine. But the man closed his fist before I could touch it, and started to crush it in his hand. I didn't really remember what happened after that, just that I lost it. I dove for the bastard and started to punch him repeatedly in the face. His buds had to drag me off as I continued to beat the shit out of him. He staggered on up and wiped the blood from his mouth, I could tell he was pissed. "You want this fag?" He growled walking towards the doors, "Then go FETCH!" And with that he threw the tiny box out into the sands. I screamed and pushed myself away from their grasp, and ran out into the storm. I guess I really wasn't thinking as I sat there on my knees searching for it. I could feel my eyes burning from the winds as I dug deeper into the sands, only to have holes be buried again in the matter of seconds. I didn't care though, all I could think about was that music box and finding it. Was that box really worth all this pain? Why was I risking my life for just some dang old toy? I already knew the answer to that; I just couldn't admit it to myself. That it was a gift from him and only him, something he gave to me and only me. Something that made me feel special, something that made me feel. I could feel myself losing consciousness from the powerful sands, drowning in its reign. I fell forward and tried to get back up, but only to be shoved back down. "I can't.I won't die like this!" I thought seeing the world grow black around me. "Not until, until I."
"Know his name."
Suddenly, a hand came out of nowhere and pulled me from my sandy grave. I coughed and tried to breath fresh air, but it was still hard from the winds. That's when I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and pull me close, shielding me from the raging blaze. I slowly lifted my head to gaze at the one who saved me, nearly having my heart stop. There stood him, shining like a glorious God. The cloak was covering his face, but I could tell he was staring straight at me. Looking at me, with those sad yet beautiful eyes. It felt like hours as I leaned against him, resting my head upon his chest. Finally I felt his strong hands grab my shoulders, making me blush a bit. He motioned the direction of the shelter with his head, and I just nodded brushing back the strands of my raven hair from my face. So we then started to walk back to the base, with of course him in the lead. I followed right behind him smiling the whole time, though I don't think he noticed or cared. When we finally made it back, I noticed he wasn't walking away from me like he usual did. In fact he stood there the whole time as I wiped the dirt from my hair and cloak. "Thanks again for saving my life." I smiled wiping the last bit of grain from my cheek. His back was still towards me as I watched him reach into his pocket and pull something out. He then turned around and placed the music box within my hands,
"Vicious."
"Huh?" I stupidly responded still too shocked he found the box. "Vicious, my name. You wanted to know it right?" Everything was happening so fast I didn't have time to think of a good response, "Uh.yeah."
"Alright then." And with that, he took off again. Disappearing in the crowd, leaving me dumbfounded. When I was able to come back to my senses, I realized that I had just found out his name. "Vicious huh? Well then it looks like I'll be seeing you later comrade!" I shouted hoping he heard, which I'm pretty sure half the crew did. But as usual I didn't care, because not only did I get to see him again, I got to learn his name to. Though Vicious isn't really a name name, it's better then nothing I guess. I held on tightly to that dang music box, never wanting to lose it again. It was something very precious to me, as I felt my cheeks grow red. Vicious was such a great soldier, nothing like I was. And all I could think was how much I wanted to be like him, to fight like him. That I wanted to become a courageous warrior like him and be stronger, so I could fight by his side. So I could.
Be with him.
You like? Always short I know, but if I make them too long then I might get bored of writing the chapters! (And I really do want to finish this) Hopefully next chapter out soon, if my schedule isn't too busy! Thanks again, for the reviews! ;p