R_M : I'm back !!! ^_^ Well now ! Because of the semi-enthusiastic ... or maybe it was ... enthusiastic – reviews I got for the teaser chapter ; I wanted to post this as quickly as humanly possible .
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Suisei Lady Dragon
: Let's hope not ... I warn you though , many characters might
not make an appearance at all . I'm thinking about making this a Ken-
centric x B & A & or S fic .
I Forgot ... heh : O_o;;;
strange ... uh ... (is it your sn ?)
... Will do , as long as
people keep doling out the reviews ! ^^;
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He couldn't breathe !
He gasped , but no air entered his lungs .
A heavy pressure pressed against his chest as he struggled to get from whatever it was he was buried under ... He could hear the faint shouting of men all around him , and a slight pressure of trampling .
He was cold , and he couldn't see .
Am I going to die now ? Please ... don't let it be ... I don't want to die yet ...
" Hurry up ." The icy voice cut through his consciousness like a sharp knife .
He knew that voice ... he had been dreaming about that man for several nights ... ever since they set up camp .
The man with the midnight hair .
Suddenly , air filled his lungs and he devoured it with all his might ; making a loud choking sound as he gasped noisily , like a drowning man .
Hands grasped his arms roughly as he was raised from under the suffocating blanket of soil .
He wanted desperately to see where he was ; to witness what was happening ... but he couldn't !
He couldn't see !
" It's only a kid , sir ."
No ! It couldn't be ! He needed to escape !
He struggled against his captors , kicking , biting , clawing ; causing the soldiers to grip him with even more violence .
No !? He couldn't allow them to kill him ! Not yet ! He had so many dreams ! Mama and Papa would be worrying !
" Let me go !" He shouted hoarsely and was aware of the gritty taste of soil in his mouth .
He struck about blindly , not knowing where to aim , and was satisfied when he heard a curse as his boot made contact with shin . Two pairs of hands seized his ankles and he was suspended over the ground his arms and legs spread wide apart .
" A fiery little one sir ; he might tell someone about the ... Should we shoot him ?"
" Bring him to me ." That voice again . Calm . Cold . Placid .
He felt soft fingers gliding over his cheek , wiping the dirt almost tenderly .
With a savage snarl , he bit on those tapering fingers and his head was sent reeling suddenly by a heavy blow .
His mind spun crazily , whirling , whirling , whirling around like a child's top ; and he could taste blood in his mouth as his lips burst open from the force .
" Tie him up ."
" Yes sir ."
He was being carried away ... far , far away .
Away from mama ... away from papa ...
He was going to die ...
He was ...
And his mind went black .
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Omi couldn't breathe anymore . His breath was catching in his throat as he stumbled through the woods .
He needed to find help !
He needed to help Ken !
Oh my God ! What had he done !?
Why didn't Ken listen to him ?!
Why ?!
Why ?!
He didn't want to lose him !
The Germennschaft home loomed in his mind ... but no ! They couldn't do anything against those soldiers ! They didn't have weapons ! They didn't have the resources to do it .
He needed someone who could rescue Ken from those bastard Nazis !
But who ?!
Who ?!
A conversation they had just a few weeks back echoed in his bewildered mind .
" He's so cool ! He lives in a log cabin in the middle of the forest – he built it himself - and he has this large scar across his chest . He told me he got it from a crossfire a few years back ! He was a renegade freedom fighter , fighting the Irish Revolutionary Army , until his fellow comrades betrayed him and he was almost killed by an IRA bomb in Belfast . After that , he escaped to Germany and he's been living here for three years now ... all by himself ." Ken had said it with so much pride , but Omi was worried for his brother .
" You shouldn't make friends with people like that Ken ! He might suddenly decide to kill you !" Omi had been against the friendship from the start , he was worried for his foster brother . In such a short time , he had grown fond of him and most of the time tended to be overprotective , much to Ken's dismay .
" Oh don't be such a ninny Omi ! He's really a nice guy once you get to know him ... although he really doesn't speak much ... hmmm ..." Omi knew at once that his foster brother's mind was gearing up . " Why don't we go see him ? It's justa twenty-minute walk from the house ."
" No way ! Why don't we go to the town instead ? Remember , Fraulein Marie asked us to buy milk ."
A small sigh . " Oh all right , but I can tell you only reminded me because you don't want to go there ."
" I need to find him ... he's going to save Ken ! I know it ! I just know it !"
A fresh round of sobs racked Omi's whole body as he stumbled though the woods .
He had felt this helpless once in his life , when his parents were taken away by the soldiers as he remained in his hiding pace where they told him to remain ; and he was not ready to face that kind of guilt again .
Through his blurry vision , he could see the small wood cabin appearing suddenly like magic from the curtain of trees ... and he knew ... he just knew it ... everything was going to be all right .
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The morning was cold indeed . Snow covered everything in sight , making the land seem pure and celestial .
The tree canopy towering metres above his head let just adequate sunlight to make it feel like winter , yet not yet winter .
Aya Vogel Dillon was out chopping wood at the back of his wood cabin , clad in faded denims and boots . His thin shirt was barely enough to ward off the cold ; but he didn't mind .
He had been in worse conditions before and he'd survived – even with the bullets whizzing past his face - he'd survived .
Hmmm ...
His nose was getting frosty , maybe he needed to finish up the firewood quickly before he had to cut it off .
That was an idea .
For a brief moment , he wondered how the boy was doing ; and dismissed the sudden thought with a snort . If he had gotten it right , he was probably off doing some mischief .
He raised the hatchet and lowered it forcefully . The wood cracked loudly under his sharp ax as muscles rippled cleanly under his pale skin like an oiled python .
Earlier he had heard the sound of gunfire , but he wasn't worried , not even the best of those German bastards could find his cabin – not unless they had brought dogs ... but no sign of them was evident .
He was going through his last log when suddenly the soft crackle of twig breaking under pressure reached his keen ears .
His heartbeat quickened a tad as he slid into the shadow of his cabin , fading into the background like a spectre .
The sound of desperate breathing was evident . Whoever it was , was trying to get away from someone ... maybe a poacher , or a thief running from the town police .
There weren't many of those in these parts ; but still there were ; and Aya did not even consider the idea of tolerating them .
His fingers gripped the handle of the axe , ready to strike a fatal blow at the trespasser . He did not like strangers in his property and the only one he could stand for is the boy ; but judging from the pace and the breathing , it was not he .
He swung the ax with surprising ease , aiming with perfect precision at the unknown interloper , using only his sense of hearing .
A sharp gasp broke the winter silence as wide eyes stared straight up at him in shocked horror while the blade of the hatchet halted just millimeters away from the stranger's face , reflecting the large cerulean eyes .
It was just a boy ; a mere child ... perhaps lost in the wood .
He eased his grip on the ax and let his arm fall to his side as he stared coldly at the frightened outsider .
The boy was obviously distressed , his red cheeks were streaked with salty tears as his chest heaved in an effort to regain the breath he lost from running and sobbing .
The blue cerulean orbs met his mauve ones , albeit a bit fearfully . " Please ... help him ..." The young voice shook as he muttered his hoarse plea , his eyes expressing more than words could ever accomplish . " They took ... Ken ..."
The boy fell into his arms , senseless , for want of oxygen .
The cold indigo eyes narrowed in suspicion as he hefted the boy easily and carried him inside the wooden cabin , his mind in a calm sort of turmoil as he mulled over the fond name and the laughing grey eyes that haunted him even in his troubled dreams .
Ken ...
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Review onegai !
I hope you like the chapter ! wheee ! Five pages ! ... well , technically , four – uh and a half ... but what the heck !
REVIEW or I'll ... I'll ... elope with Ken ! O_O;;;
