Note to readers! I am dreadfully sorry for the wait-

Leggy: What wait?

Hannah: I am so loved.

Anyways, I'm been doin' an original ficcie, so I was totally uninspired for this story. But then, WHAM, I began to write. {Oh, and this chapter kind of jumps into a conversation, so... you have to assume what they are talking about, okay?}This chappie dwells on the remaining time in the cave, their tried conversations to their sweet embrace...

Leggy: 0.o;; They embrace? What?? They don't show feelings like that in the Guiana Highlands!

Hannah: Yes they do.

Leggy: No they don't.

H:Do.

L: Don't.

H: Do.

L: Don't.

H: I'LL MAKE THEM SHOW FEELINGS, OKAY??? THESE PEOPLE WANT ROMANCE, SO THEIR GETTING THEIR ROMANCE!

L: ....Okay.

***

I can't believe he just asked me that.

"Rain? Did you hear me?" His voice whispered into my ear. His voice was so different then normal. So quiet. Like he didn't want anyone to hear him at all.

"N-no... I became your partner because I'm your friend," I replied firmly. His arm was still around my waist and my feet were swinging at the edge of the rock. I felt his grip on my hip tighten, his fingers curl around my figure. Shivers danced up and down my spine... as much as I loved being near him, this felt too close. My eyes drifted slowly to his, and I quickly looked back to see his eyes stone cold. Staring into me.

"Are you sure that's the reason? Didn't your dad make you?" Domon's voice was like ice on my bare skin. Did he not believe me? I was about to say something when his voice interrupted yet again. "I think you're lying," He said with a more playful tone of voice. I huffed and jabbed him in the shoulder.

"Oh, really... Well, if you don't believe me, I guess you're right. I am lying." I shrugged and sagged back into my old position. One of his eyebrows arched at the comeback and thought a while before answering back.

"You really don't make sense sometimes," He said back, the firm foundations of truth backing up every word. He withdrew his arm and set it at his side. He let his lower half dangle over the edge dangerously as he put his feet into the closest crevice. I smiled sadly as I planted my hands at my sides, and scooted backward, deeper into the hole, farther from him. I folded my knees to my chest and latched my hands over my legs. I twiddled my thumbs boredly as I began to hum a few bars of song that popped into my head.

"Domon," My voice cracked. I was just letting things slip out of my mouth. He cocked his head back.

"What?" He said cooly. His bangs fell over his eyes and his clear lips let out a heavy sigh- not one of annoyance, but of relief. Relief from the sudden silence. {*Authoress melts*}

"Do you... ever think of when we were little? I mean, from time to time?" I said nervously. I didn't want one thing to go wrong.

"Sometimes..." He said, turning his head back to the fall. In the corner of his eye, his pupil was looking at me sadly. I don't know how, it just looked... sad. I neverminded his eyes and tried to carry the conversation on.

"So... what, exactly, do you think about?" I said quietly. There was no answer. I decided to wait a bit, but then there was still no response. "Domon?" I stretched the muscles in my neck and tried to see what he was doing. His face was looking down at his curled fist, knuckles turning a ghostly white. He must have been thinking about Kyoji. I crawled over next to him to see a tear rain down from his chin and delicately drop to his hand. His eyes were pinched shut. I reached my hand hesitantly and placed it on shoulder. He jerked and I quickly withdrew.

Domon mumbled something that I couldn't quite make out. A small 'What?' slipped from my lips, and I covered my accursed slips.

"Just leave me alone," He said in a dangerous tone. His silky raven hair shaded his eyes, shielding his sudden anger.

Now, knowing how easy it is for someone to bruise his feelings, I didn't say a word. I just scooted back further, deeper into the cave- and deeper into my mind. Now I realize that was a mistake. I should have been tending to him. He must have been so embarrassed to cry in front of me. But I just sat there dumbly.

"Please, just go," He whispered sadly. I was about to get up and jump off the edge, for I would do just that if I could, but then I decided that I would not move.

"No," I said sourly. I covered my lips yet again and looked at him. His head began to move up, soon confronting me. It looked so twistedly hurt. Contorted with anger and sorrow.

"I said, go!" His lips breathed heavily. "I want to be alone. Can't you do me a favor and leave?" He said softly. His auburn eyes were tearing from the memories I had brought up. My heart broke.

"N-n-o, I won't leave. You brought me here, and I'm stay-" My voice cracked and stopped. I got on my knees and scooted next him. With his face still staring at me, a bravely put a hand on his back. I felt it stiffen and, by instinct, jerk. But I wasn't moving. My fingers went up and and down, tracing the grooves of his muscles, carved deeply into his shoulders. His fast breathing was slowing down to a relaxed rate, and he put his face down into the rocky ground. My eyes closed, revealing a black sight. But I could feel what was happening.

I was falling in love.

***

The tears just kept coming. I literally tried to force my eyes to close, tired of my foggy sight. Every time I cried, I could hear laughter around me... even if no one was there. I guess someone could say I was scared of crying, a simple emotion. I remembered how when I was little, my br- Kyoji always teased me about crying like a baby. I guess he thought it was just a joke, but it stayed with me for life. I couldn't stand to be seen crying, so if I made Rain leave, she won't have the chance to make fun of me.

But I was being foolish.

When I looked up to meet her face, a sudden softness struck me. I was angry, but I just couldn't get angry at her, no matter how much I tried. She was looking at me so tenderly, as if she was touching me with her soul. She was replying to my remarks with stubborn retorts, not going no matter how much I begged. But a panic swept across me as I watched her scoot over to me with no explanation. I felt like an empty vessel, her image pouring into my blank mind. I had tuned out all words, so I just saw her moving lips and I didn't respond. My face fell to the ground as she felt along my back.

It felt so unusual for someone to touch me and not bring pain. I was so used to being punched and kicked and pained by those who loved me once, I was afraid of her at first. But now, her touch felt relaxing and kind. I knew she could read me like a book, no matter how I looked on the outside.

Could she see I was falling in love with her?

***

There was no use for words. Earlier they kept slipping out, my mind buzzing with thoughts. But now, I really didn't feel like anything. Like I was nothing but air, coaxing the furious mountain before me. With one motion, my fingers had run from his chiseled back to his hair. I smiled blankly as my finger intertwined with a lock of that black silk, twisting it about. It was greasy and dampened with sweat from the earlier climb, which made it shine like an ebony velvet. It didn't feel as scraggly as it looked- it was quite smooth and cool. But then, snapping from my dream like reality, my hand raced back to his back as I felt him breathing more quickly again.

I must be moving to fast. Instead of more gentle rubbing, I just drooped my arm about his back. What I didn't know was that his face had turned about once again and his murky eye was watching me. I was not paying attention, obviously, as I did the following.

I layed my head down on the arm that was drooped around his back to rest my neck. I snuggled into my own soft skin and looked out at the water. But then, water began to come from the corners of my eyes, emotions dripping down my cheeks. I was at peace. My eyes closed, and gentle, quiet sobs shook my shoulders. I sighed out of happiness, but then snapped out of my serene sate.

I remembered that I was right on top of him. He must think I was crazy, or... well, I'm not even sure if he could think anything else. I blushed as I sat straight up and folded my hands in my lap. My eyes wandered to his head, surprised to see his eyes peeping. I blushed harder and I must have been steaming.

"Are you okay?" A voice echoed through the cave, and the next thing I knew, a hand was clinging to my face.

And for once, it felt completely normal.

***

Why was she crying? Was there something wrong? But from what I could see, she had a smile gracing her face. I never cried unless I was furious or deeply saddened. Was she? I had to find out. But from this position, I didn't want to move. She looked like she was at peace at last. I didn't want to disturb her.

But she moved gradually by herself. She was blushing a terrible amount, for a reason I'm not sure why. I certainly didn't mind her leaning on me. A couple tears streamed down her shy face- I guess her heart wasn't quite finished letting her feelings go.

And the next thing I knew, my heart wouldn't let me go. It had forced a question out my lips, no matter what my mind said. And then, to my horror and pleasure, my hand was on her face. She looked surprised at first, but then cool and calm. Like when someone would dip their body into a warm bath after a cold day- shocking at first yet so marvelous. Her arms clung to my outstretched one, signaling she was going to be fine... in a little while.

"I'm sorry," She finally broke the silence. I looked up at her. "I'm sorry for what I had said earlier. For bringing the issue up. For not leaving when you want-"

"No," I interrupted. "Don't be sorry," I replied, being totally out of character. She must have thought so too, for she waited a moment before replying.

"But I am," she said with regret. "And you can't change that, no matter what you say now. I hurt you, and I can't fix that. That frustrates me," she said sadly. She put my hand on her face and rubbed it slowly. "So, please, forgive me,"

"No," I said bull-headedly. She looked hurt. "Stop trying to be perfect. You're...good enough for me." I quickly regretted what I had said. She was more then enough.

"If you really think that," she paused and smiled sadly. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I'm not perfect, either."

***

Time passed and the two climbed out of the cave, Rain in Domon's comforting arms the whole way down. Still abashed by their flirtatious actions, the two avoided speaking for the rest of the night. The following morning, someone stops in for a visit. That someone does something very embarrassing on Rain's part, how does Domon react? Tune in next week to find out! Dun-dun-dun, yadda yadda yadda, super drama to the max.

Leggy: Wow, you're boring.

Hannah: Hmm, well, that's nice. *dies* Wow, I've been in a 'zombified' mood lately, not really able to concentrate. That's why this chappie is a lil' spacey...

Leggy: 'Lil' spacey?...

Hannah: I can't even think of a good retort to that. xx *boom* Wow.... ;-; So...bored....going....to.....DIE!!! Maybe someone could cheer thine up.

Leggy: Maybe by reading Hannah's other story? On www.fictionpress.com? *hint hint* And it's not G Gundam! *audience gasps until the lack of oxygen causes them to DIE*

Hannah: Yes. DIE! MUAHAHA! It's an original fic... fanatsy,gore, and a moral! Whee! My name on there is 'Chuuru Adono'. ^.^....-.-

Leggy: Hannah does not own me, or G Gundam, or the $250 lifesize Jack Plush, 6'2. ;-; *sniffle*

Hannah: *Perks up* YOU did the disclamier, by yourself??? NOOO! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE! *Pause* I mean, YAAY, we're going to die! ^-^

........Anyways, please tell me some horrible reviews-*sarcasm*- I'd love to hear some feedback on this dreadfully short chappie. Thanks! Oh, and I added so much sugar to this. It was angsty, but then kawaii and cliche'! ....... I think. No wait, that was my friend's lunch. BYE!

--Sailor Hannah, A.K.A. Conquerer Worm! {P.S. To Jen and Gold Angel: G.A., I am so very sorry I have not been reviewing. My computer is getting very angry with me and will barely allow me on the internet! I will review asap- I LOVE IT!!! To Jen: ...I am terribly sorry to hear that you didn't continue your original fic. I would love to hear some of it....^-

Oh, and I'm reading The Series Of Unfortunate Events, an ingenious story, so that might explain the angstyness-ness and use of the word 'dreadful'. OH, and I was listening to "My Immortal" while writing this...I soon became very depressed ....that song is so sad.... ;-; Bye!}