"Heya." Arurenu smiled, as I stared at him. "What are you doing in my ship!?" He raised from my bed and walked to me. His black hair was much neater than when I had seen him in the restaurant. "I came to see you, of course," He ran his hand through my hair. "I can't stay away from such a beautiful lady such as you." I quickly slapped his hand away. If I wouldn't let Brandon touch me like that, I sure as hell wouldn't let someone like Arurenu touch me. "Once I reach Earth, you're gone. I don't wanna see you on my ship anymore." I shoved him aside, and sat on my bed. "Awww...You're still full of personality." After regaining his balance, he leaned against the wall. "You certainly help me to keep up my bright mood." I turned away from him. "Why are you so cold to everyone? Or is it just me you're cold to?" He moved from his spot, against the wall, and came to me. "Well?" Arurenu leaned over me. "Which is it?" I glanced back to him, meeting his gaze. His eyes seemed to be some comfort to me, though I didn't know why. "I don't like being bothered by people. It's not just you I show no real emotion to." He narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming concerned. "Why is that?" "I dunno." I answered, feeling his hand brush across my face. "You have to have some reason why." He pulled at a strand of my hair. "I have no clue..." I suddenly leaned in, Arurenu pulling me close to him. "I have no idea why I'm always like this...especially to Brandon. I'm sucha bitch." He slowly stroked my hair, twisting a few strands around his finger occasionally.
The sky was cloudy, and a few minutes after I docked my ship, it began to rain. The rain was cold and steady, and it gathered quickly. My boots seemed to splash against every puddle along the street. I sighed, realizing how much this rain reminded me of a story my grandmother had told me when I was little. She had said rain cleansed you. If you were to die in the rain, you'd be cleansed of every sin you ever committed. It'd be like cleaning dirt from your skin. She was always so old fashion with her stories. "I wonder...will it even clean the blood from my hands." I whispered to myself, absentmindedly glancing at my hands. "Hey, Baby, You wanna thrill? You look like the type who needs some excitement." I looked away from my hands at two men hovering over an empty liquor bottle, both laughing. "No thanks," I replied bitterly, continuing to walk on. "Come on sexy." He lunged at me, taking hold of my coat. "Let go!!" I shrieked, yanking the coat away, causing it to rip. He lunged for me again,yelling, "Come back!" Without thinking, I pulled a silver pistol from my coat, and shoved it against his chest, then pulled the trigger. A shot rang out, causing him to stagger back, eventually collapse. I glanced at the blood dripping from the gun and my hands. It never occurred to me to scream. "What the hell are you thinking, Lady!? How dare you shot him!" As he came up from behind, I elbowed him in the chest. He fell to his knees, and gasped for air. Drip. Drip. Drip. For some reason, I could still hear the blood dripping from my gun and hand. "Bitch," He looked up at me, still gasping for air. "Shut up, stupid ass," I spat on him, then kicked him in the face. He fell over on his side, blood running from his mouth. I stepped up to him, and pushed him onto his back with my foot. "Get up," I said placing my foot on his stomach. "Close your eyes, and make your peace with God." Drip. Drip. Drip. It was the sound of blood dripping, blood on the ground. "I don't believe in God, you whore." I gripped the gun tightly, my finger still on the wet bloody trigger. He moved a bit, then pulled out a knife. "How 'bout you make your peace with God," Raising slightly, he slammed the knife into my leg directly above the ankle. Without time to think I pulled the trigger, and dropped the gun. I fell to the ground, beside it, the blood running in a constant stream from my leg into a puddle. "Damn it! My leg!" I screamed out, beginning to paw at the knife, eventually pulling it out. It fell from my hands and clanged against the ground. Somehow I staggered to the bar, the blood still running in a constant stream into my boot. "Just what I need, two murders. That can only mean more bounty hunters. Oh yeah, and I didn't even pick up my gun." I could slowly feel myself begin to lose consciousness. "I guess I must have lost more blood than I thought," I laughed to myself, while climbing the steps of the bar. I grasped the railing tightly for support. Just as I reached the door, my world began to tilt. I raised a shaky hand and knocked on the door once, then...
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No snow days this week ;.; *tear* Also, I wasn't able to post the ficcy Thursday (for most ppl that is...it's prob'ly 12 sumthin where most ppls are), because I was sick *tear*tear* Anywhoo...I realize, and would like to publicly admit, I know absolutely nothing about guns. ;_; It can be quite annoying and traumatic when ppl are carrying on a conversation about guns and such, and you have absolutely no clue what they are talking about. Enough about traumatizing events in my "wonderful" life. I'm thinking of writing another fic, so if you like mine at all...tell me in a review or IM me. (I looooooove talking to new ppls, so yea....my s/n for AIM is xXUselessAngelXx and my s/n for YIM is fallenangelmegumi. *sigh* I'm up at 11:40 trying to finish this ficcy, while taping Inu Yasha...LoL. I'm sure many ppl find that quite sad. Oya...I also have been thinking about beginning to tell what will happen in the next ficcy at the end of each chapter,ya know, like a preview...so lemme know if you like the idea. Anyway, that's all for now. Next chap should be up by next Thurs...If all goes as planned that is.
The sky was cloudy, and a few minutes after I docked my ship, it began to rain. The rain was cold and steady, and it gathered quickly. My boots seemed to splash against every puddle along the street. I sighed, realizing how much this rain reminded me of a story my grandmother had told me when I was little. She had said rain cleansed you. If you were to die in the rain, you'd be cleansed of every sin you ever committed. It'd be like cleaning dirt from your skin. She was always so old fashion with her stories. "I wonder...will it even clean the blood from my hands." I whispered to myself, absentmindedly glancing at my hands. "Hey, Baby, You wanna thrill? You look like the type who needs some excitement." I looked away from my hands at two men hovering over an empty liquor bottle, both laughing. "No thanks," I replied bitterly, continuing to walk on. "Come on sexy." He lunged at me, taking hold of my coat. "Let go!!" I shrieked, yanking the coat away, causing it to rip. He lunged for me again,yelling, "Come back!" Without thinking, I pulled a silver pistol from my coat, and shoved it against his chest, then pulled the trigger. A shot rang out, causing him to stagger back, eventually collapse. I glanced at the blood dripping from the gun and my hands. It never occurred to me to scream. "What the hell are you thinking, Lady!? How dare you shot him!" As he came up from behind, I elbowed him in the chest. He fell to his knees, and gasped for air. Drip. Drip. Drip. For some reason, I could still hear the blood dripping from my gun and hand. "Bitch," He looked up at me, still gasping for air. "Shut up, stupid ass," I spat on him, then kicked him in the face. He fell over on his side, blood running from his mouth. I stepped up to him, and pushed him onto his back with my foot. "Get up," I said placing my foot on his stomach. "Close your eyes, and make your peace with God." Drip. Drip. Drip. It was the sound of blood dripping, blood on the ground. "I don't believe in God, you whore." I gripped the gun tightly, my finger still on the wet bloody trigger. He moved a bit, then pulled out a knife. "How 'bout you make your peace with God," Raising slightly, he slammed the knife into my leg directly above the ankle. Without time to think I pulled the trigger, and dropped the gun. I fell to the ground, beside it, the blood running in a constant stream from my leg into a puddle. "Damn it! My leg!" I screamed out, beginning to paw at the knife, eventually pulling it out. It fell from my hands and clanged against the ground. Somehow I staggered to the bar, the blood still running in a constant stream into my boot. "Just what I need, two murders. That can only mean more bounty hunters. Oh yeah, and I didn't even pick up my gun." I could slowly feel myself begin to lose consciousness. "I guess I must have lost more blood than I thought," I laughed to myself, while climbing the steps of the bar. I grasped the railing tightly for support. Just as I reached the door, my world began to tilt. I raised a shaky hand and knocked on the door once, then...
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No snow days this week ;.; *tear* Also, I wasn't able to post the ficcy Thursday (for most ppl that is...it's prob'ly 12 sumthin where most ppls are), because I was sick *tear*tear* Anywhoo...I realize, and would like to publicly admit, I know absolutely nothing about guns. ;_; It can be quite annoying and traumatic when ppl are carrying on a conversation about guns and such, and you have absolutely no clue what they are talking about. Enough about traumatizing events in my "wonderful" life. I'm thinking of writing another fic, so if you like mine at all...tell me in a review or IM me. (I looooooove talking to new ppls, so yea....my s/n for AIM is xXUselessAngelXx and my s/n for YIM is fallenangelmegumi. *sigh* I'm up at 11:40 trying to finish this ficcy, while taping Inu Yasha...LoL. I'm sure many ppl find that quite sad. Oya...I also have been thinking about beginning to tell what will happen in the next ficcy at the end of each chapter,ya know, like a preview...so lemme know if you like the idea. Anyway, that's all for now. Next chap should be up by next Thurs...If all goes as planned that is.