A.N: Uh. Heh. This chapter is very...heh. Sorry about not getting this out earlier. I was banned from ff.net...AGAIN. I stress that once more...AGAIN. They banned me...AGAIN. For no fecking reason. -_- Oh, I hate you.
Paradoxical: No, you don't.
Firefly-chan: Well, yeah, I don't but nevermind. X_X;
Rank and File
Chapter Eighteen
By Firefly-chan
It was stupid. Really. I was stupid. I shouldn't have been outside at two in the fucking morning in the first place. I'm like that when I'm too ignorant to even think about my safety as the main importance in my life. Oh yeah, Tyson. That's going to get you real far into the future. Hell, if you're lucky, you may even live to be eighteen! Doesn't that sound wonderful?
I scowled bitterly but quickly flinched at the pain it cost me to even do that. It hurt all over. I was surprised that I was still able to walk. But it wasn't like I had any choice in the matter. I had to get home and right now, home seemed a long ways away.
You're probably really confused right now, aren't you?
All right, let me try and fill you in on what happened.
I had been walking, y'know, to try and clear my head. Sounds innocent enough, right? The problem was that it was basically in the middle of the night. Yeah, when is that a smart idea to go walking at night? But I wasn't really thinking...I just had a lot on my mind. So, yeah, I tend to do stupid things when I'm not thinking.
Anyway, I must've gotten at least five or six blocks from my house when I could've sworn I heard the unmistakable sound of rustling brush and quiet, almost soundless footsteps. I blinked and slowed to a stop, glancing behind me. All I had seen were the dimly lighted streets and pavement. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously before slowly turning my attention back in front of me.
I nearly let out a ear-piercing scream but managed to catch myself in time.
It was only Panix. Sure, he was standing mere feet away from me and sure, I had no idea where he came from but he never really posed as any threat to me. He was just some blonde guy who liked to skateboard. Why would I be afraid of that? I sighed rather loudly, shoving my hands into my pockets and raising my eyes to meet his own.
He shrugged, slowly, almost doubtfully. "I'm not sure. I was walking, y'know, and I saw you, kid." he raised an eyebrow carefully, smiling gently. "It gets pretty boring out here by myself, just walking and all."
Yeah, right. Why the fuck didn't I believe him?
'Cause I did believe him. That was my fucking problem.
I almost laughed. "You're bored?" I repeated. "So you decided you'd pay me a visit and talk to me?"
"That could be it," he let his hands drop from his pockets and lowered his head for a moment. "But it's not."
My brows furrowed and before I even had a chance to ask him what the hell he was talking about, I met the pavement face first, with him pinning me down. Everything seemed to blacken for a moment before coming into a spinning view again. I groaned softly, feeling a sharp pain shoot through my body over and over and over again.
"Panix?" I managed to get out in a strangled kind of way. "What--what are you doing?"
"Sorry, kid," I heard him whisper in my ear. "But I have to. I'm sorry."
He has to? I blinked, still hazed from pain. What the hell did that mean?
I felt him grab roughly at the back of my neck, lifting me up slightly before slamming me back into the hard, rocky ground, knocking my head against it. The world went black again and I barely noticed the cry that slipped from my lips.
And then I felt him.
His hand coming in harsh contact with my face and my stomach, and that's when everything kept going back and forth from black to normal to black to normal. I tried to get a fucking grip on everything but I fucking couldn't. It hurt too much. Everything hurt. And I wondered why I couldn't just black out and be done with it.
But during some point when Panix had been beating the living shit out of me, he had pulled me over from the pavement and onto the grass, laying me on my back. The stars and night sky stopped spinning for a moment and I saw him leaning over me, his hand cupped under my neck to support it.
"Sorry," he whispered again, his lips barely brushing with mine. "I'm real sorry, kid."
'Then why,' I thought miserably, 'are you fucking doing it?'
He pressed his mouth against mine again in a horribly coarse kiss, bruising and numbing my lips with that damned lipring he wore. I tried to raise my hands to push him away but he, half-heartedly, pinned them to their previous position. But god, it hurt. That ring kept cutting little slashes on my lips and I could feel the coppery taste of my blood on my tongue.
I wouldn't cry, though. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes but I'd be damned if I cried. I -wasn't- about to.
I felt his other hand slip beneath my back to support me slightly better. As if it mattered. Why the hell would he care now? It didn't make any sense to me. Why would he be doing this if he said he didn't want to and if he apologized for doing it?
It was when I felt the bitter cold air sting my wounded mouth, did I notice that he had stopped kissing me. I wondered for a minute if he had left since I couldn't focus on anything at the time. But when I felt those annoyingly warm lips and painfully cool ring attack my neck, I knew he was still there. I couldn't feel his hands anymore but, yeah, obviously he was there.
It felt like hours that I had lay there but I knew it was probably no more then ten minutes. Finally, though, he pulled away and I could kind of see him standing over me once again instead of kneeling like he had been doing before. He seemed to flinch and close his eyes when he looked down on me but he turned and then I guessed he must've walked off because I couldn't see him after that.
And he left me there.
Cold.
Hurt.
And unbelievably tired.
And that was how it all happened. I had eventually gotten up and when I managed to get a hold of myself, I started towards the direction I assumed to be home. When Panix had removed me from the pavement and to the grass, he must've taken me farther then I thought because I was near the park when I had started back home and I had been at least a block or two from it before.
But it didn't matter now. Panix had kicked my ass and I couldn't even stand up to him. Man, I didn't even have a chance to. And now it even hurts to walk but I knew I couldn't have just lied there all night. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be in my own bed. I just wanted to go to sleep. Was that too much to ask?
I shivered involuntarily as I turned a corner, heading down a relatively dark street. I raised an eyebrow, dryly amused although I had no real reason to be. There was only one street lamp on this street and it was towards the middle of it, I noted. I had to laugh, though, when I approached the street lamp, noticing that it happened to rest quite near to a certain hated person of mine.
I sighed and slowed to a stop across the street from Kai's house. At first, it appeared that no one was home but then I saw that the porch light was on so I assumed someone had to be there. I swerved my gaze to the driveway and sure enough, there was Kai's car. Yeah, but only his. I had to wonder if Kai's parents even lived there anymore since they never seemed to be home.
I couldn't help but be angry with Kai. It was his friend that had kicked my ass, his friend that had left unmistakable bruises on my lips and neck. It was his friend. And, in my opinion, it was his fault. Maybe it had been Kai that had sent Panix to attack me and maybe that's why he had been apologizing to me, like, every ten seconds.
I dug my fingernails into my palm, closing my eyes and trying to calm down. But with each passing moment, it seemed harder and harder to do.
The original plan wasn't to storm (okay, limp) across the street, up his porch stairs and practically slam my fist into his door. Nooo, it had been way different from that. Like I said before, I had planned to go home and go the hell to sleep. But my *other* personalities seemed to beg differ.
I wasn't surprised when Kai answered the door a minute later. As I figured, he was probably somewhere near and just waiting for me to show up. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but it seems unbelievably true to me at the moment. His emotionless magenta eyes peered over me slowly, and a slight smile quirked the corner of his lips.
"You," he started pointedly, "look like hell."
"Well, you should know," I snapped, leaning against the doorframe for support. "It was one of your fucking groupies that got jealous and decided to beat the shit out of me."
His eyebrow twitched upward for a moment, and he slid his fingers around me upper arm, relishing a hiss of pain from me, and pulled me inside. I didn't protest. I didn't know why but all I knew was that his house was a hell of a lot warmer then outside. He led me into his living room, setting me down on his sinfully comfortable couch and left.
He must've gone into the next room or something, because I could clearly hear him call back to me, "And which groupie would that be?"
"Actually," I began rather calmly, "it was only Panix, so I wouldn't call it a groupie."
He came back into the living room a minute later with a cloth in his hand and antiseptic in the other. He sat down on the coffee table a few feet from me, setting down both objects he had on it. "I can't really do much for your lips," he stated quietly, cupping the side of my face and lightly ran his thumb over my bottom lip. "And I'm not going to bandage your other wounds since your not bleeding horribly. You're just badly bruised."
"So I've noticed," I muttered bitterly, closing my eyes and leaning back from his touch.
I heard him sigh, and remove the cap from the antiseptic. I opened my eyes again when I felt a wet cloth rubbing against my chin and then over my neck. Kai silently cleaned my other wounds before tossing the cloth back on the coffee table and screwed the lid back on the antiseptic. He got up once more and left to another room.
I rubbed at my temples, trying to deduce the pounding that was constantly growing there.
"Hey, while your getting whatever your getting, can you find me some aspirin or something?" I called, leaning over the couch a bit.
He didn't answer me.
I sighed for about the millionth time that night and leant back up against the plush couch. I didn't bother to reopen them when I heard Kai re-enter the room again. I felt him touch my shoulder lightly, and that was the only time I looked up to see what he wanted. He held out a glass of water and a small white pill in his hand.
"Your aspirin," he said patiently when he noticed me giving him a weird look.
I mouthed an 'oh' at that before taking the glass from his hand and the pill. I slipped it in my mouth, swallowing it a moment later with the chilled water. I handed the glass back to him and he set it down on the coffee table along with the antiseptic and bloodied cloth. He then sat down on the couch on the other side of the coffee table.
"So it was Panix?" he asked, although he seemed rather uninterested.
"Yeah," I mumbled, stifling a yawn. "It was Panix. He kept apologizing, though, and I 'dun know why he would do that if he was plannin' on beatin' me up in the first place..."
Suddenly, I seemed a hell of a lot tired then I was before.
"Really?" Kai said softly, and even though his face was blank, his eyes seemed to have a tinge of humor in them.
"Yeah, really," I slurred, finding it harder to speak straightly. "Hey, that was jus' water an' some aspirin, right? 'Cause I dun' feel too good..."
My eyelids drooped down and I stifled yet another yawn, feeling my head bob slightly.
"What..." I managed out, trying to open my eyes again. "What did you...did you put in there? Kai? What did...you drug...you drugged...me. You drugged..."
I settled both hands on either side of me and forced my eyes open, and, using all the strength I had, pushed myself into a wavering standing position. "Why would you," I tried again, finding it hard to concentrate on where Kai was. Everything was getting blurry. "Why would you...why...you drugged me. You...drugged me. Why...?"
I stumbled to the side a bit, feeling my eyes close again, and this time they wouldn't reopen. And before I passed out, I felt a pair of strong arms catching me before I hit the ground.
End Chapter Eighteen.
End Notes: Oh, you'll get your lemon, my pretties. You will. Soon. Very soon. Muaha.
Paradoxical: No, you don't.
Firefly-chan: Well, yeah, I don't but nevermind. X_X;
Rank and File
Chapter Eighteen
By Firefly-chan
It was stupid. Really. I was stupid. I shouldn't have been outside at two in the fucking morning in the first place. I'm like that when I'm too ignorant to even think about my safety as the main importance in my life. Oh yeah, Tyson. That's going to get you real far into the future. Hell, if you're lucky, you may even live to be eighteen! Doesn't that sound wonderful?
I scowled bitterly but quickly flinched at the pain it cost me to even do that. It hurt all over. I was surprised that I was still able to walk. But it wasn't like I had any choice in the matter. I had to get home and right now, home seemed a long ways away.
You're probably really confused right now, aren't you?
All right, let me try and fill you in on what happened.
I had been walking, y'know, to try and clear my head. Sounds innocent enough, right? The problem was that it was basically in the middle of the night. Yeah, when is that a smart idea to go walking at night? But I wasn't really thinking...I just had a lot on my mind. So, yeah, I tend to do stupid things when I'm not thinking.
Anyway, I must've gotten at least five or six blocks from my house when I could've sworn I heard the unmistakable sound of rustling brush and quiet, almost soundless footsteps. I blinked and slowed to a stop, glancing behind me. All I had seen were the dimly lighted streets and pavement. I narrowed my eyes suspiciously before slowly turning my attention back in front of me.
I nearly let out a ear-piercing scream but managed to catch myself in time.
It was only Panix. Sure, he was standing mere feet away from me and sure, I had no idea where he came from but he never really posed as any threat to me. He was just some blonde guy who liked to skateboard. Why would I be afraid of that? I sighed rather loudly, shoving my hands into my pockets and raising my eyes to meet his own.
He shrugged, slowly, almost doubtfully. "I'm not sure. I was walking, y'know, and I saw you, kid." he raised an eyebrow carefully, smiling gently. "It gets pretty boring out here by myself, just walking and all."
Yeah, right. Why the fuck didn't I believe him?
'Cause I did believe him. That was my fucking problem.
I almost laughed. "You're bored?" I repeated. "So you decided you'd pay me a visit and talk to me?"
"That could be it," he let his hands drop from his pockets and lowered his head for a moment. "But it's not."
My brows furrowed and before I even had a chance to ask him what the hell he was talking about, I met the pavement face first, with him pinning me down. Everything seemed to blacken for a moment before coming into a spinning view again. I groaned softly, feeling a sharp pain shoot through my body over and over and over again.
"Panix?" I managed to get out in a strangled kind of way. "What--what are you doing?"
"Sorry, kid," I heard him whisper in my ear. "But I have to. I'm sorry."
He has to? I blinked, still hazed from pain. What the hell did that mean?
I felt him grab roughly at the back of my neck, lifting me up slightly before slamming me back into the hard, rocky ground, knocking my head against it. The world went black again and I barely noticed the cry that slipped from my lips.
And then I felt him.
His hand coming in harsh contact with my face and my stomach, and that's when everything kept going back and forth from black to normal to black to normal. I tried to get a fucking grip on everything but I fucking couldn't. It hurt too much. Everything hurt. And I wondered why I couldn't just black out and be done with it.
But during some point when Panix had been beating the living shit out of me, he had pulled me over from the pavement and onto the grass, laying me on my back. The stars and night sky stopped spinning for a moment and I saw him leaning over me, his hand cupped under my neck to support it.
"Sorry," he whispered again, his lips barely brushing with mine. "I'm real sorry, kid."
'Then why,' I thought miserably, 'are you fucking doing it?'
He pressed his mouth against mine again in a horribly coarse kiss, bruising and numbing my lips with that damned lipring he wore. I tried to raise my hands to push him away but he, half-heartedly, pinned them to their previous position. But god, it hurt. That ring kept cutting little slashes on my lips and I could feel the coppery taste of my blood on my tongue.
I wouldn't cry, though. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes but I'd be damned if I cried. I -wasn't- about to.
I felt his other hand slip beneath my back to support me slightly better. As if it mattered. Why the hell would he care now? It didn't make any sense to me. Why would he be doing this if he said he didn't want to and if he apologized for doing it?
It was when I felt the bitter cold air sting my wounded mouth, did I notice that he had stopped kissing me. I wondered for a minute if he had left since I couldn't focus on anything at the time. But when I felt those annoyingly warm lips and painfully cool ring attack my neck, I knew he was still there. I couldn't feel his hands anymore but, yeah, obviously he was there.
It felt like hours that I had lay there but I knew it was probably no more then ten minutes. Finally, though, he pulled away and I could kind of see him standing over me once again instead of kneeling like he had been doing before. He seemed to flinch and close his eyes when he looked down on me but he turned and then I guessed he must've walked off because I couldn't see him after that.
And he left me there.
Cold.
Hurt.
And unbelievably tired.
And that was how it all happened. I had eventually gotten up and when I managed to get a hold of myself, I started towards the direction I assumed to be home. When Panix had removed me from the pavement and to the grass, he must've taken me farther then I thought because I was near the park when I had started back home and I had been at least a block or two from it before.
But it didn't matter now. Panix had kicked my ass and I couldn't even stand up to him. Man, I didn't even have a chance to. And now it even hurts to walk but I knew I couldn't have just lied there all night. I wanted to go home. I wanted to be in my own bed. I just wanted to go to sleep. Was that too much to ask?
I shivered involuntarily as I turned a corner, heading down a relatively dark street. I raised an eyebrow, dryly amused although I had no real reason to be. There was only one street lamp on this street and it was towards the middle of it, I noted. I had to laugh, though, when I approached the street lamp, noticing that it happened to rest quite near to a certain hated person of mine.
I sighed and slowed to a stop across the street from Kai's house. At first, it appeared that no one was home but then I saw that the porch light was on so I assumed someone had to be there. I swerved my gaze to the driveway and sure enough, there was Kai's car. Yeah, but only his. I had to wonder if Kai's parents even lived there anymore since they never seemed to be home.
I couldn't help but be angry with Kai. It was his friend that had kicked my ass, his friend that had left unmistakable bruises on my lips and neck. It was his friend. And, in my opinion, it was his fault. Maybe it had been Kai that had sent Panix to attack me and maybe that's why he had been apologizing to me, like, every ten seconds.
I dug my fingernails into my palm, closing my eyes and trying to calm down. But with each passing moment, it seemed harder and harder to do.
The original plan wasn't to storm (okay, limp) across the street, up his porch stairs and practically slam my fist into his door. Nooo, it had been way different from that. Like I said before, I had planned to go home and go the hell to sleep. But my *other* personalities seemed to beg differ.
I wasn't surprised when Kai answered the door a minute later. As I figured, he was probably somewhere near and just waiting for me to show up. It sounds ridiculous, I know, but it seems unbelievably true to me at the moment. His emotionless magenta eyes peered over me slowly, and a slight smile quirked the corner of his lips.
"You," he started pointedly, "look like hell."
"Well, you should know," I snapped, leaning against the doorframe for support. "It was one of your fucking groupies that got jealous and decided to beat the shit out of me."
His eyebrow twitched upward for a moment, and he slid his fingers around me upper arm, relishing a hiss of pain from me, and pulled me inside. I didn't protest. I didn't know why but all I knew was that his house was a hell of a lot warmer then outside. He led me into his living room, setting me down on his sinfully comfortable couch and left.
He must've gone into the next room or something, because I could clearly hear him call back to me, "And which groupie would that be?"
"Actually," I began rather calmly, "it was only Panix, so I wouldn't call it a groupie."
He came back into the living room a minute later with a cloth in his hand and antiseptic in the other. He sat down on the coffee table a few feet from me, setting down both objects he had on it. "I can't really do much for your lips," he stated quietly, cupping the side of my face and lightly ran his thumb over my bottom lip. "And I'm not going to bandage your other wounds since your not bleeding horribly. You're just badly bruised."
"So I've noticed," I muttered bitterly, closing my eyes and leaning back from his touch.
I heard him sigh, and remove the cap from the antiseptic. I opened my eyes again when I felt a wet cloth rubbing against my chin and then over my neck. Kai silently cleaned my other wounds before tossing the cloth back on the coffee table and screwed the lid back on the antiseptic. He got up once more and left to another room.
I rubbed at my temples, trying to deduce the pounding that was constantly growing there.
"Hey, while your getting whatever your getting, can you find me some aspirin or something?" I called, leaning over the couch a bit.
He didn't answer me.
I sighed for about the millionth time that night and leant back up against the plush couch. I didn't bother to reopen them when I heard Kai re-enter the room again. I felt him touch my shoulder lightly, and that was the only time I looked up to see what he wanted. He held out a glass of water and a small white pill in his hand.
"Your aspirin," he said patiently when he noticed me giving him a weird look.
I mouthed an 'oh' at that before taking the glass from his hand and the pill. I slipped it in my mouth, swallowing it a moment later with the chilled water. I handed the glass back to him and he set it down on the coffee table along with the antiseptic and bloodied cloth. He then sat down on the couch on the other side of the coffee table.
"So it was Panix?" he asked, although he seemed rather uninterested.
"Yeah," I mumbled, stifling a yawn. "It was Panix. He kept apologizing, though, and I 'dun know why he would do that if he was plannin' on beatin' me up in the first place..."
Suddenly, I seemed a hell of a lot tired then I was before.
"Really?" Kai said softly, and even though his face was blank, his eyes seemed to have a tinge of humor in them.
"Yeah, really," I slurred, finding it harder to speak straightly. "Hey, that was jus' water an' some aspirin, right? 'Cause I dun' feel too good..."
My eyelids drooped down and I stifled yet another yawn, feeling my head bob slightly.
"What..." I managed out, trying to open my eyes again. "What did you...did you put in there? Kai? What did...you drug...you drugged...me. You drugged..."
I settled both hands on either side of me and forced my eyes open, and, using all the strength I had, pushed myself into a wavering standing position. "Why would you," I tried again, finding it hard to concentrate on where Kai was. Everything was getting blurry. "Why would you...why...you drugged me. You...drugged me. Why...?"
I stumbled to the side a bit, feeling my eyes close again, and this time they wouldn't reopen. And before I passed out, I felt a pair of strong arms catching me before I hit the ground.
End Chapter Eighteen.
End Notes: Oh, you'll get your lemon, my pretties. You will. Soon. Very soon. Muaha.