It Was Hell And Back
++++++++++
Ryoko
++++++++++
A/N: Damn it. My own story's got me cryin'. . . NOT FAIR! Oh yeah, like my cliffhanger? C'mon, you know you do. (U hate me for doin' that dontchya? Hehe ^_^;) And another thing. . . because of ONE comment from SOMEBODY *Evil glare* I hit a damn writer's BLOCK!!!!! Die damn you! (Not really but GRR!) so it may take awhile for the next chapter to get up.
++++++++++
A shadow appeared from the trees.
Knees buckled, shoulder nearly torn off, and cuts lining his entire body.
Kyou stood panting heavily, crying, and yet smiling.
"We . . . we . . . made it . . . " he chuckled softly.
"God! Kyou! You're all right!" Haru pushed himself up off the wood, he was sitting on, and trotted toward the neko, seeing just how bad of shape the boy was in.
Just as he made it to the older teenager, Haru collapsed to the ground, taking Kyou with him. He landed on top of the orange haired neko, breathing with the same rhythm and in the same pain. Kyou's arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer to his face, holding him gently.
"S . . . Sohma Hatsuharu . . . I . . . was . . . wrong . . . forgive me . . . "
"About . . . about what?"
"About you being pathetic. You're not . . . at . . . all."
"Thank you, but-"
He was interrupted as Kyou cupped his hand over the boy's mouth, shaking his head. "No buts." He pulled the hand away, running it through the younger boy's mop of white hair, recently matted with mud, rainwater, sweat and blood.
"Kyou . . . "
"Shh. . . don't speak. . . just. . . try to rest. . . when the morning comes. . . the others will find us and take us home. . . until then. . . let's just rest."
"Kyou? Please. . . " he inched upward, clinging to the juunishi with all of his might, stretching his arms over the other's chest and shoulders. "Please. . . don't let me go. . . just for tonight. . . " he whispered, sniffling softly.
"Of course I won't you baka." The neko smiled tenderly and pulled an arm around the other's waist and shoulders. "I can't let you go. . . no matter how much. . . I. . . want to. . . "
++++++++++
Game Over?
Continue?
++++++++++
Ryoko
++++++++++
A/N: Damn it. My own story's got me cryin'. . . NOT FAIR! Oh yeah, like my cliffhanger? C'mon, you know you do. (U hate me for doin' that dontchya? Hehe ^_^;) And another thing. . . because of ONE comment from SOMEBODY *Evil glare* I hit a damn writer's BLOCK!!!!! Die damn you! (Not really but GRR!) so it may take awhile for the next chapter to get up.
++++++++++
A shadow appeared from the trees.
Knees buckled, shoulder nearly torn off, and cuts lining his entire body.
Kyou stood panting heavily, crying, and yet smiling.
"We . . . we . . . made it . . . " he chuckled softly.
"God! Kyou! You're all right!" Haru pushed himself up off the wood, he was sitting on, and trotted toward the neko, seeing just how bad of shape the boy was in.
Just as he made it to the older teenager, Haru collapsed to the ground, taking Kyou with him. He landed on top of the orange haired neko, breathing with the same rhythm and in the same pain. Kyou's arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer to his face, holding him gently.
"S . . . Sohma Hatsuharu . . . I . . . was . . . wrong . . . forgive me . . . "
"About . . . about what?"
"About you being pathetic. You're not . . . at . . . all."
"Thank you, but-"
He was interrupted as Kyou cupped his hand over the boy's mouth, shaking his head. "No buts." He pulled the hand away, running it through the younger boy's mop of white hair, recently matted with mud, rainwater, sweat and blood.
"Kyou . . . "
"Shh. . . don't speak. . . just. . . try to rest. . . when the morning comes. . . the others will find us and take us home. . . until then. . . let's just rest."
"Kyou? Please. . . " he inched upward, clinging to the juunishi with all of his might, stretching his arms over the other's chest and shoulders. "Please. . . don't let me go. . . just for tonight. . . " he whispered, sniffling softly.
"Of course I won't you baka." The neko smiled tenderly and pulled an arm around the other's waist and shoulders. "I can't let you go. . . no matter how much. . . I. . . want to. . . "
++++++++++
Game Over?
Continue?