Life's Sometimes Funny that Way
A/n: Hey everyone!! I'm not gonna bother with appologies since everyone's heard those before, all I'm gonna say is: I HATE EXAMS!!!!! They're horrible and so are semester-end-projects-that-take-up-all-your-freetime! * sigh * Well other than that I despise bus drivers.they piss me off I swear.. Okay, done with my useless ranting that takes up time and space, heh, so here's the next chapter everyone more than deserves! You guys are the best, thanks so much for reviewing these for me, keeps me on my toes, and always thinking of new ideas of what to write next. By the way, anybody seen 'Panic Room'? What did ya think? Not bad eh? Well at least I thought so, the robbers were idiots tho. Lol, okay I'm shutting up now.
*** there may be some violent swearing I haven't yet used in this fic at all, so if you're easily offended don't read**
Last Time: Ruki began to topple over, she sank to her knees and began to sob, desparately trying to brush away the unstoppable tears, but they wouldn't be silenced. Jenrya pulled her to her feet, nodded and brought her back to the hospital, leading her up to her room.
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He gripped Ruki's slight form tightly but not so much as to hurt her, as he walked along with her towards her room. Ruki had stopped sobbing, she was merely trembling from the onrush of emotions, but she felt weak. She also held a look of lost hopelessness, like a puppy that had been abused one too many times. Dreary, dreadful depression hung about her like a haze and she felt she was close to sleep, 'or death,' she thought bitterly.
Holding Ruki's crutches in one hand and Ruki in the other, Jenrya pushed open the door with his foot and stumbled into the room. Ruki nearly collapsed right there on the floor, and it didn't seem uninviting, at least to her. Completely exhausted, Ruki let herself fall into blissful darkness, she didn't care if it was on the floor and she wondered vaguely if Jenrya would stay.
Jenrya caught Ruki before she fell and carried her over to her bed. There he placed her very gently and sat down on the side of the bed to watch her. As for the crutches, he had laid them up against the wall near her bed so she could reach them if she needed them, but he didn't think she'd be needing them anytime soon, at least not right now. He sat there in silence and took in Ruki's features. She looked younger when she slept. It was like she lost all her cares and worries when she fell into blissful sleep.
Hours later, Jenrya sitting by Ruki's bedside stirred when he felt some movement next to him. Jenrya blinked a few times and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He gazed at the girl stirring in her sleep, seeming to be talking to someone, he listened curiously but remained silent.
"Mom? Grandma? Where are you? Why did you leave me? I've been so alone.I can't live like this anymore, I want to leave this place," she mummered between seconds.
Jenrya's eyes widdened, how could someone as lovely as Ruki want to kill herself? She seemed so tough, it was like she never ran out of things to say or threaten with, though most of them were empty threats.
Jenrya recalled asking his two best friends, Juri and Takato about what had happened. They explained that Ruki was always the tough one of the group. They said it always took a lot for her to appologize and she'd never admit to being wrong about anything. Takato said that Jenrya once commented about Ruki have a lot of spunk and that he admired that. Jenrya smiled at the memories that seemed to be returning day by day ever since the collision with Ruki.
Just then Ruki began to toss and turn again in her sleep, she'd been doing that a lot lately. The first time it had begun, Jenrya alerted the nurse right away, but when the nurse checked on her she only said that it was repressed memories. She said also that they couldn't do anything about them until Ruki decided she wanted to let them out. As the hours wore on Jenrya had relaxed into a light sleep, but kept in mind to be ready to be the first to talk to Ruki as soon as she woke.
Jenrya fully awakened now, took Ruki's hand and held it loosely. It seemed to calm her as she stirred less when he did that. There he sat holding Ruki's hand for the next three hours that seemed endless, but felt good nonetheless.
* * *
Images flew through her mind faster than light, or at least they seemed to, either that or she was moving. She couldn't be sure, but all she knew was that if it didn't stop soon, she'd go crazy. It was beginning to make her dizzy and a chill kept nipping at her night clothes, a shiver ran up her body, both of fear and of cold. Suddenly, just as the images were starting to be too much, the sounds came. The blasted noise from the car accident, and everything was going in slow motion, she was reliving every single event of the car crash.
Amazed at the irony, she muttered with a chuckle, "This must be my punishment for being such a cold bitch towards anyone and everyone who tried to show kindness and even love to me."
When she said love, she immediately thought of Jenrya, but she couldn't figure out why. Jenrya was just a close friend, just like Jeri and Shaochung and Takato and Kazu and Ryo and Kenta..Ryo.. She thought there may have been something more to him than his lust for her, but that's all it was. Solemnly she turned back to what appeared to be the events flashing before her eyes, she wanted them all to stop. She wanted them to all leave her alone, she didn't want to appear weak to anyone or anything, but she couldn't stand all this. Her family had left her alone in the world, mother and grandmother left by her own will, literally, but she couldn't laugh about that. Her father.well who knows who he really was inside or where in the hell he is.
She wondered vaguely but not really caring anymore if she was going to die, if she didn't die she was certain she'd kill herself. She couldn't stand this place anymore. It was just a world full of pain and loss and people who could careless if she ever existed. She figured she'd been a pain in the backside to anyone she'd ever known anyways.
With a sigh, Ruki shook her head, trying to spare herself having to revel in the images in which was her past. She'd had a dark past from the beginning. She didn't need to remember, she knew, she'd lived it. As the events of the car accident passed in her mind's eye, she saw her friends there. They comforted her, they were good friends, she didn't deserve them she knew. But there in plain view they had helped her through the grief, Jenrya almost with her every second of the day. She'd insisted that she'd be alright, even though she was lying, telling him that he should get back to his life and not bother himself with her problems. But he stayed with her all that time doing whatever he could to ease her pain, but the pain of loss is deep and takes far too long to get over. She wondered if anyone ever really got over a loss such as this, she hadn't.
Soon the remembrance of spending all that unnecessary time with Jenrya began to open her heart. Maybe he did care for more than as just a friend, maybe, just maybe. She reasoned with herself, he didn't spend the same amount of time nor put himself out for Jeri when she was in a state of depression of losing Leomon. She felt a little sorry for the poor girl, but then Jeri did end up spending a lot of time with Takato. Jenrya literally took care of Ruki when she lost her mom and grandmother, he came to her house everyday, and even insisted that she stay over at his place sometimes so he could keep an eye on her.
He'd done that only after he came to her house one day to find her with a number of bottles of vodka within her reach, a few of them empty already. He'd picked her up, despite her weak protests, and carried her all the way back to his appartment. He then placed her on the couch, took off her socks and shoes, and put a blanket over her. The next day he made sure she went to take a bath, he said it would make her feel better, she'd had a huge hangover. He even left the friggin door open when she was in the bath, of course he'd filled it up for her since he couldn't trust that she might try something that involved boiling water. She was quite embarrassed but he didn't watch her like some pervert, just listened and talked to her. Mostly she cussed at him and his paranoia, but he ignored those empty threats, which she also flung at him ruthlessly.
Soon the thoughts passed in a matter of seconds, and she felt a light beckoning her, she thought maybe it was death knocking at her door but it turned out somebody left the window shades open in the hospital. Slowly she came back to consciousness..
* * *
Instead of openly embracing the sunny call to wake up, she flung the sheets over her head and threw her face into the pillow. Except that was white, and it was still reflecting a small bit of light that entered into her dark world.
'Basterd lights,' she thought venomously.
She slowly pulled the covers off herself, and peered around the room. It was the room she'd been staying in when she'd been getting healing treatment from the gunshot wound. She remembered falling down broken outside in the chilly cold air while she was with Jenrya, and she wondered how she really got here. She sighed and figured Jenrya probably brought her here.
Sighing, she thought, 'He does too much for a cold bitch like me.'
A moment later she heard some movement close to her. She looked around to the other side of the room and spotted Jenrya cutely trying to get comfortable with sleeping on a very uncomfortable chair. She stifled a laugh, she didn't want to disturb him from attempting to sleep well. She made herself a little more comfortable and leaning on her arm she gazed at him. His attractive features, both gentle yet held an air of mystery and unknowing. He seemed wise and intelligent but loving and intuitive at the same time. Like he knew she was bad news but wanted to help her anyways.
'He's crazy,'she thought lightly, 'he could have almost any girl, he had the looks and the brains to make a wonderful, supportive boyfriend, or husband someday.'
Her eyes widened as she thought this and shook the silly thoughts away, she was a dreamer and that was going to get her in trouble one day.
She regarded the notion and grimaced, "Too late."
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A/n: Okay, I know you guys deserved a longer chapter than this, but I've gotta read over the whole story so I know where I'm going with this, and get some more ideas. It sounds weird, but when you're writing you come up with a great idea. Then as the story goes on it almost writes itself and turns out totally different than what you thought, a lot of times it turns out better. Imagine that. Hope it was okay, please read and review!!! You guys rock!!!!
A/n: Hey everyone!! I'm not gonna bother with appologies since everyone's heard those before, all I'm gonna say is: I HATE EXAMS!!!!! They're horrible and so are semester-end-projects-that-take-up-all-your-freetime! * sigh * Well other than that I despise bus drivers.they piss me off I swear.. Okay, done with my useless ranting that takes up time and space, heh, so here's the next chapter everyone more than deserves! You guys are the best, thanks so much for reviewing these for me, keeps me on my toes, and always thinking of new ideas of what to write next. By the way, anybody seen 'Panic Room'? What did ya think? Not bad eh? Well at least I thought so, the robbers were idiots tho. Lol, okay I'm shutting up now.
*** there may be some violent swearing I haven't yet used in this fic at all, so if you're easily offended don't read**
Last Time: Ruki began to topple over, she sank to her knees and began to sob, desparately trying to brush away the unstoppable tears, but they wouldn't be silenced. Jenrya pulled her to her feet, nodded and brought her back to the hospital, leading her up to her room.
~*~*~*
He gripped Ruki's slight form tightly but not so much as to hurt her, as he walked along with her towards her room. Ruki had stopped sobbing, she was merely trembling from the onrush of emotions, but she felt weak. She also held a look of lost hopelessness, like a puppy that had been abused one too many times. Dreary, dreadful depression hung about her like a haze and she felt she was close to sleep, 'or death,' she thought bitterly.
Holding Ruki's crutches in one hand and Ruki in the other, Jenrya pushed open the door with his foot and stumbled into the room. Ruki nearly collapsed right there on the floor, and it didn't seem uninviting, at least to her. Completely exhausted, Ruki let herself fall into blissful darkness, she didn't care if it was on the floor and she wondered vaguely if Jenrya would stay.
Jenrya caught Ruki before she fell and carried her over to her bed. There he placed her very gently and sat down on the side of the bed to watch her. As for the crutches, he had laid them up against the wall near her bed so she could reach them if she needed them, but he didn't think she'd be needing them anytime soon, at least not right now. He sat there in silence and took in Ruki's features. She looked younger when she slept. It was like she lost all her cares and worries when she fell into blissful sleep.
Hours later, Jenrya sitting by Ruki's bedside stirred when he felt some movement next to him. Jenrya blinked a few times and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He gazed at the girl stirring in her sleep, seeming to be talking to someone, he listened curiously but remained silent.
"Mom? Grandma? Where are you? Why did you leave me? I've been so alone.I can't live like this anymore, I want to leave this place," she mummered between seconds.
Jenrya's eyes widdened, how could someone as lovely as Ruki want to kill herself? She seemed so tough, it was like she never ran out of things to say or threaten with, though most of them were empty threats.
Jenrya recalled asking his two best friends, Juri and Takato about what had happened. They explained that Ruki was always the tough one of the group. They said it always took a lot for her to appologize and she'd never admit to being wrong about anything. Takato said that Jenrya once commented about Ruki have a lot of spunk and that he admired that. Jenrya smiled at the memories that seemed to be returning day by day ever since the collision with Ruki.
Just then Ruki began to toss and turn again in her sleep, she'd been doing that a lot lately. The first time it had begun, Jenrya alerted the nurse right away, but when the nurse checked on her she only said that it was repressed memories. She said also that they couldn't do anything about them until Ruki decided she wanted to let them out. As the hours wore on Jenrya had relaxed into a light sleep, but kept in mind to be ready to be the first to talk to Ruki as soon as she woke.
Jenrya fully awakened now, took Ruki's hand and held it loosely. It seemed to calm her as she stirred less when he did that. There he sat holding Ruki's hand for the next three hours that seemed endless, but felt good nonetheless.
* * *
Images flew through her mind faster than light, or at least they seemed to, either that or she was moving. She couldn't be sure, but all she knew was that if it didn't stop soon, she'd go crazy. It was beginning to make her dizzy and a chill kept nipping at her night clothes, a shiver ran up her body, both of fear and of cold. Suddenly, just as the images were starting to be too much, the sounds came. The blasted noise from the car accident, and everything was going in slow motion, she was reliving every single event of the car crash.
Amazed at the irony, she muttered with a chuckle, "This must be my punishment for being such a cold bitch towards anyone and everyone who tried to show kindness and even love to me."
When she said love, she immediately thought of Jenrya, but she couldn't figure out why. Jenrya was just a close friend, just like Jeri and Shaochung and Takato and Kazu and Ryo and Kenta..Ryo.. She thought there may have been something more to him than his lust for her, but that's all it was. Solemnly she turned back to what appeared to be the events flashing before her eyes, she wanted them all to stop. She wanted them to all leave her alone, she didn't want to appear weak to anyone or anything, but she couldn't stand all this. Her family had left her alone in the world, mother and grandmother left by her own will, literally, but she couldn't laugh about that. Her father.well who knows who he really was inside or where in the hell he is.
She wondered vaguely but not really caring anymore if she was going to die, if she didn't die she was certain she'd kill herself. She couldn't stand this place anymore. It was just a world full of pain and loss and people who could careless if she ever existed. She figured she'd been a pain in the backside to anyone she'd ever known anyways.
With a sigh, Ruki shook her head, trying to spare herself having to revel in the images in which was her past. She'd had a dark past from the beginning. She didn't need to remember, she knew, she'd lived it. As the events of the car accident passed in her mind's eye, she saw her friends there. They comforted her, they were good friends, she didn't deserve them she knew. But there in plain view they had helped her through the grief, Jenrya almost with her every second of the day. She'd insisted that she'd be alright, even though she was lying, telling him that he should get back to his life and not bother himself with her problems. But he stayed with her all that time doing whatever he could to ease her pain, but the pain of loss is deep and takes far too long to get over. She wondered if anyone ever really got over a loss such as this, she hadn't.
Soon the remembrance of spending all that unnecessary time with Jenrya began to open her heart. Maybe he did care for more than as just a friend, maybe, just maybe. She reasoned with herself, he didn't spend the same amount of time nor put himself out for Jeri when she was in a state of depression of losing Leomon. She felt a little sorry for the poor girl, but then Jeri did end up spending a lot of time with Takato. Jenrya literally took care of Ruki when she lost her mom and grandmother, he came to her house everyday, and even insisted that she stay over at his place sometimes so he could keep an eye on her.
He'd done that only after he came to her house one day to find her with a number of bottles of vodka within her reach, a few of them empty already. He'd picked her up, despite her weak protests, and carried her all the way back to his appartment. He then placed her on the couch, took off her socks and shoes, and put a blanket over her. The next day he made sure she went to take a bath, he said it would make her feel better, she'd had a huge hangover. He even left the friggin door open when she was in the bath, of course he'd filled it up for her since he couldn't trust that she might try something that involved boiling water. She was quite embarrassed but he didn't watch her like some pervert, just listened and talked to her. Mostly she cussed at him and his paranoia, but he ignored those empty threats, which she also flung at him ruthlessly.
Soon the thoughts passed in a matter of seconds, and she felt a light beckoning her, she thought maybe it was death knocking at her door but it turned out somebody left the window shades open in the hospital. Slowly she came back to consciousness..
* * *
Instead of openly embracing the sunny call to wake up, she flung the sheets over her head and threw her face into the pillow. Except that was white, and it was still reflecting a small bit of light that entered into her dark world.
'Basterd lights,' she thought venomously.
She slowly pulled the covers off herself, and peered around the room. It was the room she'd been staying in when she'd been getting healing treatment from the gunshot wound. She remembered falling down broken outside in the chilly cold air while she was with Jenrya, and she wondered how she really got here. She sighed and figured Jenrya probably brought her here.
Sighing, she thought, 'He does too much for a cold bitch like me.'
A moment later she heard some movement close to her. She looked around to the other side of the room and spotted Jenrya cutely trying to get comfortable with sleeping on a very uncomfortable chair. She stifled a laugh, she didn't want to disturb him from attempting to sleep well. She made herself a little more comfortable and leaning on her arm she gazed at him. His attractive features, both gentle yet held an air of mystery and unknowing. He seemed wise and intelligent but loving and intuitive at the same time. Like he knew she was bad news but wanted to help her anyways.
'He's crazy,'she thought lightly, 'he could have almost any girl, he had the looks and the brains to make a wonderful, supportive boyfriend, or husband someday.'
Her eyes widened as she thought this and shook the silly thoughts away, she was a dreamer and that was going to get her in trouble one day.
She regarded the notion and grimaced, "Too late."
~*~*~*~*~*
A/n: Okay, I know you guys deserved a longer chapter than this, but I've gotta read over the whole story so I know where I'm going with this, and get some more ideas. It sounds weird, but when you're writing you come up with a great idea. Then as the story goes on it almost writes itself and turns out totally different than what you thought, a lot of times it turns out better. Imagine that. Hope it was okay, please read and review!!! You guys rock!!!!