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Chapter 2 --- Black Butterfly
He was thankful the wind had died down quite a bit, though the rain was still fierce and utterly intolerable... At least in his case. He stood a few feet behind her, taking in the smell of rain, the city lights that lay in clusters that shone bright against the grey horizon. Buildings scraped the sky wherever he looked, occasionally a large billboard sign hanging from them. He then turned his attention to Dorothy, who seemed to have not noticed his arrival.
He noticed that she was wearing her pajamas. 'Well, that's good...' He thought. 'At least she went inside to eat and change clothes...' He just stood there, only able to see Dorothy's back. But then... "You must like the sky tonight, Roger Smith..." Dorothy exclaimed suddenly, taking Roger by surprise. "W-Why's that?" He asked, shocked yet intrigued. "It's black." She replied, still emotionless. He gazed at her a moment. "Ya, it's nice..." He said finally, now looking at the sky. "Roger..." Dorothy said, her voice narrow and empty. "Ya?" He asked, slowly returning to reality. "You shouldn't be out here in this storm..." She said, sounding motherly. He closed his eyes, chuckling slightly. "Well, it was you who brought me out here." He replied. "How?" She asked, turning to face him for the first time since he'd arrived out on the balcony. He didn't know how to respond. He didn't know why he'd come out here. He just... did...
"I didn't call you out here." She said blankly, though a hint of anxiousness could be found in her tone. He sighed, sitting down beside her, his legs grateful for the lack of standing. "I know you didn't." He said. "I came out here to..." He chased his mind for excuses, since there was no real explanation. "To see if the rain had stopped." He explained, trying to sound convincing. "Oh..." She said, a barely-visible hint of disappointment in her voice. He noticed this and glanced at her. Her face was pale, covered with rain. Her cherry-red hair was soaked, giving it a brownish tint. Her eyes were glassy and empty. You could never really tell what she was thinking, or if she was really thinking at all.
At that second, a black butterfly fluttered down from the stormy sky and landed between Roger and Dorothy. Roger looked down in confusement. Where would a butterfly come from in this kind of weather?! Why would such a fragile creature live in such a big city? He watched it closely, noticing that Dorothy was watching it too. He reached down for it as Dorothy did also, their fingertips touching ever so slightly. He pulled his hand back in shock, her looking up at him with an empty gaze, then turning her attention back to the butterfly. She laid her hand down, the butterfly climbing onto it delicately. She raised it gently into the air and thrust it upward, watching intently as it took flight and disappeared into the rain. Roger was recovering from his wave of embarrassment, having touched Dorothy's hand for the first time ever. He then pondered what had just happened. It wasn't normal. Could it be some sort of warning? A sign of something? His mind ached. He needed sleep, though he knew it wouldn't come without a fight. Dorothy stood. "I'm going inside." She said, bounding gracefully through the large shadowy doors. Roger watched her intently. What was with her? She was so strange, yet something was so attractive about her… It wasn't the way she looked… Or the way she acted… He sighed, his mind screaming for rest. He crawled back into the large black bed, sleep claiming him at last.
***Yes, the first hint at attraction! ^^ *Squee for RxD!* Well, the tragedy is coming… It'll shock ya! Please review! I'm always happy to know what you think!
Chapter 2 --- Black Butterfly
He was thankful the wind had died down quite a bit, though the rain was still fierce and utterly intolerable... At least in his case. He stood a few feet behind her, taking in the smell of rain, the city lights that lay in clusters that shone bright against the grey horizon. Buildings scraped the sky wherever he looked, occasionally a large billboard sign hanging from them. He then turned his attention to Dorothy, who seemed to have not noticed his arrival.
He noticed that she was wearing her pajamas. 'Well, that's good...' He thought. 'At least she went inside to eat and change clothes...' He just stood there, only able to see Dorothy's back. But then... "You must like the sky tonight, Roger Smith..." Dorothy exclaimed suddenly, taking Roger by surprise. "W-Why's that?" He asked, shocked yet intrigued. "It's black." She replied, still emotionless. He gazed at her a moment. "Ya, it's nice..." He said finally, now looking at the sky. "Roger..." Dorothy said, her voice narrow and empty. "Ya?" He asked, slowly returning to reality. "You shouldn't be out here in this storm..." She said, sounding motherly. He closed his eyes, chuckling slightly. "Well, it was you who brought me out here." He replied. "How?" She asked, turning to face him for the first time since he'd arrived out on the balcony. He didn't know how to respond. He didn't know why he'd come out here. He just... did...
"I didn't call you out here." She said blankly, though a hint of anxiousness could be found in her tone. He sighed, sitting down beside her, his legs grateful for the lack of standing. "I know you didn't." He said. "I came out here to..." He chased his mind for excuses, since there was no real explanation. "To see if the rain had stopped." He explained, trying to sound convincing. "Oh..." She said, a barely-visible hint of disappointment in her voice. He noticed this and glanced at her. Her face was pale, covered with rain. Her cherry-red hair was soaked, giving it a brownish tint. Her eyes were glassy and empty. You could never really tell what she was thinking, or if she was really thinking at all.
At that second, a black butterfly fluttered down from the stormy sky and landed between Roger and Dorothy. Roger looked down in confusement. Where would a butterfly come from in this kind of weather?! Why would such a fragile creature live in such a big city? He watched it closely, noticing that Dorothy was watching it too. He reached down for it as Dorothy did also, their fingertips touching ever so slightly. He pulled his hand back in shock, her looking up at him with an empty gaze, then turning her attention back to the butterfly. She laid her hand down, the butterfly climbing onto it delicately. She raised it gently into the air and thrust it upward, watching intently as it took flight and disappeared into the rain. Roger was recovering from his wave of embarrassment, having touched Dorothy's hand for the first time ever. He then pondered what had just happened. It wasn't normal. Could it be some sort of warning? A sign of something? His mind ached. He needed sleep, though he knew it wouldn't come without a fight. Dorothy stood. "I'm going inside." She said, bounding gracefully through the large shadowy doors. Roger watched her intently. What was with her? She was so strange, yet something was so attractive about her… It wasn't the way she looked… Or the way she acted… He sighed, his mind screaming for rest. He crawled back into the large black bed, sleep claiming him at last.
***Yes, the first hint at attraction! ^^ *Squee for RxD!* Well, the tragedy is coming… It'll shock ya! Please review! I'm always happy to know what you think!