A/N:: Leen is in trouble, and she has no one to turn to, except one complete stranger that she might be falling in love with by the second. well, more people better review for this or they die slowly.
"Someone to turn to"
Leen went to unlock the door to her apartment, only to find it was unlocked. Fear ran through her like a ocean. It could be either Feena....or Mullen. She prayed to god that it wasn't him.
'Don't go crazy, Leen, Mullen isn't at your house...he won't try to harass you again...It's probably Feena...or maybe Justin...it's not Mullen...it's not Mullen..."
She walked into her house, looking around, not wishing to see the older blonde. She sighed, brushing her teal bangs away from her face. She walked into the kitchen, getting something to eat after her long day at work. She pulled out a bag of marshmellows, too lazy to cook something herself. A rustle of blankets came from her room, making her freeze, dropping the marshmellow in her hands. She turned toward her room, praying nothing was happening. She slowly walked toward her room, and opened the door, peaking inside to see a body covered in blankets sleeping in her bed. She dropped her bag of marshmellows, and stepped inside her room, keeping the door open. She slowly walked up to her bed, poking the body's head.
"Feena...?"
A strong hand shot out, grabbing her arm, making her eyes widen in fear. The covers were thrown off to reveal a blonde haired man with light gray eyes. The smell of achohal filled his breath, and he looked like he could tear anyone apart in this state, even her.
"I've been waiting for you, Leen. And you know I don't like to be kept waiting."
Leen tried to escape from his grip, but nothing could break it, he stood up, facing her like he was ready to tell something that sealed her life. Then, he slammed his fist into her jaw, knocking her to the ground, whimpering in pain. He simply smiled, and picked her up by her hair, and continued to send punches her way. She closed her eyes, as one blow after another flew into her face. She cried, wishing Feena would come in with Justin, ready to get Mullen away from her.
"Are you crying? Is this hurting you?" Mullen said in an angry tone. "The day you broke up with me, is the day I wished life would end. This is the pain I felt when I knew that you no longer wanted me to be your lover. Leen...your feeling the pain that I had 10 times over. You better get it through your head that we were meant to be together. Soon as you say that you'll come back to me, the pain will stop."
"The pain...won't stop after this, Mullen....You've beat me even when we were starting to fall in love. That's the moment I knew I couldn't stay with you anymore. I can't...I can't go back to it, Mullen...I can't..." Tears stained her cheeks over again.
Anger filled his eyes, and he released her hair from his grip, and walked off. She weakily looked up, as he headed into the kitchen. She eyes were wide as saucars as he came in, holding a knife in one of his hands. Death was filling her eyes as he glared down at her.
"You will still be mine, Leen, and if I can't have you, no one in this world can."
She quickly stood up, and backed away from him in shock, surprise, and fear. She kept praying someone would come and save her, Feena, Justin or Sue. It didn't matter, just as long as they got her away from Mullen. Suddenly, a river of pain ran through her side, warm liquid slowly escaping the wound. She opened her eyes to see blood...her blood seeping through her light blue shirt. Mullen was right in front of her, ready to bring another blow her way. She winced, and pushed him to the ground, running out of the room.
"You can't escape me, Leen...I'll have you...I swear to it."
She simply cried, as she pushed the door of her apartment open, running through the raining streets. She held her wound, and headed in the direction of Feena's house. She knew out of everyone she knew, her own sister would help her. Before her feet landed on the ground again, her image started to blur, threating to make her black out. A figure caught her eye, and she ran for it, hoping it was a person that would help her escape. She slammed into it, falling to the ground, still clutching her side. The rain found it's way onto her face as if saying 'this is the end for you, die'. A warm hand laid itself onto her face, making her wince from all the bruises on her cheeks. She opened her eyes as a blurry face, looked down at her, probably in pity.
"....h-help...." She whispered, hoping he or she heard her.
Her vision unblured for about a second to get a face of a teen boy her age with deep earth colored locks, and soft amber eyes. Before she got anymore, her senses gave out on her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Boy's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, this is turning out to be the strangest day I've ever had. First I'm sent to get the money that my father left me and my little brother, then a girl runs into me, and only mutters the word 'h-help...'. I knew I had no choice but to bring her home with me. She was bleeding and it was raining hard out here. I lifted her into my arms, and headed off to the slums of this town, my neighborhood. I looked around, hoping some of the other gangs in the town wouldn't try to kick my ass again. I had finally made it to my house, only to see that the door was locked, and I couldn't get to my key. I had no choice but to console him.
"NICKY!! Get your ass up, and open the door!" I screamed.
"You do it, you have the key with you, you lazy bitch."
"Stop calling me a bitch. I have a reason that I can't open the door." I yelled, bringing the girl into this mess.
Nicky looked outside the window to see what I was talking about. He sighed in annoyance, and quickly headed down the stairs. He brought the door open, only to glare at me with his black eyes. He was going through this stage where he thinks he can tell the world what to do, and it was slowly pissing me off.
"Bringing in girls, now, Rapp? You usually only do that when ya wanna settle down and make out with them." He said, too cocky for my taste.
"You shut up! I'd love to see you pass a girl that's bleeding and stuck in the rain. You wouldn't do that with your little crush, Sue, so don't talk unless you know what's going on, ya little brat." I passed him, and headed for the futon.
I pushed the dirty clothes to the futon, and laid her down onto it, seeing that she still bleeding. I was gonna regret this, but I went to unbutton her shirt, getting a feeling that Nicky was going to comment to my actions. After a while, I got all the buttons, and blushed heavily. She had a great body....wait, what the hell was that? I shook it off, and began to badage her wound, the blush still fresh one my face. I went digging through my drawers, looking at my mother's old shirts, and found a beautiful shirt dipped in white and light blue dye, giving it the cloudy sky look. I lifted her up, and put the silk shirt on her, and threw the blood stained one in the basket behind me. I dug through the closet, and found a sleeping bag that belonged to me as a kid. I ripped the zipper off forcefully, and laid it over her, hoping that would keep her keep warm. Nicky then decided it was time to make me mad at him.
"So, did you spend all you time helping this girl, or did you get to the bank and get our money?" He whispered.
"I got the money," I pulled the thing of money out of my pocket. "This is going to Ms. Laine in the morning, so go upstairs, and don't get any ideas of robbing your own welfare money while I'm sleeping."
"Yes, master, I'll get you some coffee while I'm going." Nicky chuckled as he ran up the stairs.
"Brat..." I mumbled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~{Next Morning, 3rd POV}~~~~~~~~~~~~
Leen opened her eyes, only to find herself in a bed, covered with blankets, and the feeling of silk covering her chest. Two voice caught her ears. One was Mullen, the other was new to her.
"Have you seen a woman with teal hair, wearing a light blue shirt, and easy on the eyes?" Mullen's voice cursed her hearing.
"No, but even if I did, I wouldn't give her to a woman abuser like you." The other voice hissed.
"What makes you think I--"
"One, you smell like alchohal, two, you have blood staining your hands. I don't think even an idiot would tell you. Now go away, before I call the cops on you, buddy." The other boy slammed the door on Mullen's face, making her smile inwardly.
I turned slowly, and looked over to the guy that saved her life. There was the earth hair, and the amber eyes. His skin was deep tan, showing that he spent a lot of time outside. He word a black muscle shirt, and his pants were extremely baggy with chains on them every now and then, and his shoes were gray with streaks, and white ties to it. A black head gear topped off his look, showing that he was a punk like boy, if you ignore the bracelets on each of his wrists. . He walked into the kitchen, as the cling of a spoon filled the house. She raised her eyebrow coming from the kitchen. He stepped back out, holding a bowl of something hot. He sat next to her, a small smile on his face. She lifted herself up, and she saw a bowl of hot broth in the bowl. She opened her mouth to ask a question, when a spoonful of the broth was put in her mouth. The boy chuckled, and pulled the spoon out of her mouth.
"Sorry, didn't know you were going to say something. You can talk now." He smiled.
"Ummm....where you the one I ran into?"
"Uh...yeah...I must say, you run pretty fast while having a bleeding wound. Your stronger than you look." He sighed, going to sit on the chair next to the futon.
"Thank you...for telling Mullen off...I was too afraid that you might tell him I was here." Leen looked to the ground.
"Hey, you were running away last night bleeding, I got the logic that he hurt you, so I didn't. I was plain to see that he's the type that abuses his girlfriend or wife, whatever comes first. In my opinion, that kind of people can go shoot themselves in the head." He hissed at the thought.
"I agree..." Leen nodded, drinking down the hot broth, seeing how good it tasted. Besides, her throat was dry, and she needed to wet it.
"What did you ever see in that guy? Was he nicest creature in the world at first?"
"...."
The boy froze, and then kept to himself, seeing that he had just said something wrong. Leen laid the bowl down and walked over to the tan skinned boy, kneeling down, taking his hand, and laying it on her forehead.
"Thank you very much...for everything you've done for me. I don't feel like I deserve the kindness you've shown me, but I owe you my life."
"...You don't have to be so formal with me....uh....wait, I don't even know your name. You can pay me back with that."
"Huh?" Leen cocked her head.
"Tell me your name, and you won't owe me anymore."
"Oh...my name is Leen...Leen Elencia."
"Nice name...I'm Rapp. No last name that I can remember. Very nice to meet you. The little kid over there that thinks the world is his is my little brother, Nicky." Rapp pointed his thumb at the little 10 year old.
"Shut up, Rapp." Nicky growled, then headed out the door.
Leen sat next to Rapp in the same chair, and laid her head on his shoulder, slowly closing her eyes. Rapp felt the blush on his face, and he laid his hand on her shoulder, laeeting her lean onto him. She had a rough night, and it felt good to feel safe with another boy again. She opened her eyes, looking into Rapp's hypnotizing amber eyes. He looked down at her, to see her staring at him. Their faces seemed to get a bit closer every second, when the two of them found each other's lips locked on each. Rapp was the first one to react. Blush ran across his cheeks, as he gently pushed away from her, turning his head.
"Rapp...I...I'm so sorry..."
"Don't be....I was as much responsible as you...it's alright..."
Silence....
"Rapp?"
"Ya' know what, Leen?"
"Uhh...yes?"
"I didn't mind it...and you can do that again anytime you want..." Rapp was red as a apple.
Leen giggled, and laid her head on his shoulder again, and fell asleep, still tired from her lack of blood of the other night. Rapp let the blush go away on his face, and put his arms around her, carassing her cheek.
"In a time of loss, even a lost soul has someone to turn to. Your safe now, Leen...I promise."
A/N:: haha, that was great, rapp and leen is a good coupling. ^^ r/r people, and enjoy
"Someone to turn to"
Leen went to unlock the door to her apartment, only to find it was unlocked. Fear ran through her like a ocean. It could be either Feena....or Mullen. She prayed to god that it wasn't him.
'Don't go crazy, Leen, Mullen isn't at your house...he won't try to harass you again...It's probably Feena...or maybe Justin...it's not Mullen...it's not Mullen..."
She walked into her house, looking around, not wishing to see the older blonde. She sighed, brushing her teal bangs away from her face. She walked into the kitchen, getting something to eat after her long day at work. She pulled out a bag of marshmellows, too lazy to cook something herself. A rustle of blankets came from her room, making her freeze, dropping the marshmellow in her hands. She turned toward her room, praying nothing was happening. She slowly walked toward her room, and opened the door, peaking inside to see a body covered in blankets sleeping in her bed. She dropped her bag of marshmellows, and stepped inside her room, keeping the door open. She slowly walked up to her bed, poking the body's head.
"Feena...?"
A strong hand shot out, grabbing her arm, making her eyes widen in fear. The covers were thrown off to reveal a blonde haired man with light gray eyes. The smell of achohal filled his breath, and he looked like he could tear anyone apart in this state, even her.
"I've been waiting for you, Leen. And you know I don't like to be kept waiting."
Leen tried to escape from his grip, but nothing could break it, he stood up, facing her like he was ready to tell something that sealed her life. Then, he slammed his fist into her jaw, knocking her to the ground, whimpering in pain. He simply smiled, and picked her up by her hair, and continued to send punches her way. She closed her eyes, as one blow after another flew into her face. She cried, wishing Feena would come in with Justin, ready to get Mullen away from her.
"Are you crying? Is this hurting you?" Mullen said in an angry tone. "The day you broke up with me, is the day I wished life would end. This is the pain I felt when I knew that you no longer wanted me to be your lover. Leen...your feeling the pain that I had 10 times over. You better get it through your head that we were meant to be together. Soon as you say that you'll come back to me, the pain will stop."
"The pain...won't stop after this, Mullen....You've beat me even when we were starting to fall in love. That's the moment I knew I couldn't stay with you anymore. I can't...I can't go back to it, Mullen...I can't..." Tears stained her cheeks over again.
Anger filled his eyes, and he released her hair from his grip, and walked off. She weakily looked up, as he headed into the kitchen. She eyes were wide as saucars as he came in, holding a knife in one of his hands. Death was filling her eyes as he glared down at her.
"You will still be mine, Leen, and if I can't have you, no one in this world can."
She quickly stood up, and backed away from him in shock, surprise, and fear. She kept praying someone would come and save her, Feena, Justin or Sue. It didn't matter, just as long as they got her away from Mullen. Suddenly, a river of pain ran through her side, warm liquid slowly escaping the wound. She opened her eyes to see blood...her blood seeping through her light blue shirt. Mullen was right in front of her, ready to bring another blow her way. She winced, and pushed him to the ground, running out of the room.
"You can't escape me, Leen...I'll have you...I swear to it."
She simply cried, as she pushed the door of her apartment open, running through the raining streets. She held her wound, and headed in the direction of Feena's house. She knew out of everyone she knew, her own sister would help her. Before her feet landed on the ground again, her image started to blur, threating to make her black out. A figure caught her eye, and she ran for it, hoping it was a person that would help her escape. She slammed into it, falling to the ground, still clutching her side. The rain found it's way onto her face as if saying 'this is the end for you, die'. A warm hand laid itself onto her face, making her wince from all the bruises on her cheeks. She opened her eyes as a blurry face, looked down at her, probably in pity.
"....h-help...." She whispered, hoping he or she heard her.
Her vision unblured for about a second to get a face of a teen boy her age with deep earth colored locks, and soft amber eyes. Before she got anymore, her senses gave out on her.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Boy's POV~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Okay, this is turning out to be the strangest day I've ever had. First I'm sent to get the money that my father left me and my little brother, then a girl runs into me, and only mutters the word 'h-help...'. I knew I had no choice but to bring her home with me. She was bleeding and it was raining hard out here. I lifted her into my arms, and headed off to the slums of this town, my neighborhood. I looked around, hoping some of the other gangs in the town wouldn't try to kick my ass again. I had finally made it to my house, only to see that the door was locked, and I couldn't get to my key. I had no choice but to console him.
"NICKY!! Get your ass up, and open the door!" I screamed.
"You do it, you have the key with you, you lazy bitch."
"Stop calling me a bitch. I have a reason that I can't open the door." I yelled, bringing the girl into this mess.
Nicky looked outside the window to see what I was talking about. He sighed in annoyance, and quickly headed down the stairs. He brought the door open, only to glare at me with his black eyes. He was going through this stage where he thinks he can tell the world what to do, and it was slowly pissing me off.
"Bringing in girls, now, Rapp? You usually only do that when ya wanna settle down and make out with them." He said, too cocky for my taste.
"You shut up! I'd love to see you pass a girl that's bleeding and stuck in the rain. You wouldn't do that with your little crush, Sue, so don't talk unless you know what's going on, ya little brat." I passed him, and headed for the futon.
I pushed the dirty clothes to the futon, and laid her down onto it, seeing that she still bleeding. I was gonna regret this, but I went to unbutton her shirt, getting a feeling that Nicky was going to comment to my actions. After a while, I got all the buttons, and blushed heavily. She had a great body....wait, what the hell was that? I shook it off, and began to badage her wound, the blush still fresh one my face. I went digging through my drawers, looking at my mother's old shirts, and found a beautiful shirt dipped in white and light blue dye, giving it the cloudy sky look. I lifted her up, and put the silk shirt on her, and threw the blood stained one in the basket behind me. I dug through the closet, and found a sleeping bag that belonged to me as a kid. I ripped the zipper off forcefully, and laid it over her, hoping that would keep her keep warm. Nicky then decided it was time to make me mad at him.
"So, did you spend all you time helping this girl, or did you get to the bank and get our money?" He whispered.
"I got the money," I pulled the thing of money out of my pocket. "This is going to Ms. Laine in the morning, so go upstairs, and don't get any ideas of robbing your own welfare money while I'm sleeping."
"Yes, master, I'll get you some coffee while I'm going." Nicky chuckled as he ran up the stairs.
"Brat..." I mumbled.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~{Next Morning, 3rd POV}~~~~~~~~~~~~
Leen opened her eyes, only to find herself in a bed, covered with blankets, and the feeling of silk covering her chest. Two voice caught her ears. One was Mullen, the other was new to her.
"Have you seen a woman with teal hair, wearing a light blue shirt, and easy on the eyes?" Mullen's voice cursed her hearing.
"No, but even if I did, I wouldn't give her to a woman abuser like you." The other voice hissed.
"What makes you think I--"
"One, you smell like alchohal, two, you have blood staining your hands. I don't think even an idiot would tell you. Now go away, before I call the cops on you, buddy." The other boy slammed the door on Mullen's face, making her smile inwardly.
I turned slowly, and looked over to the guy that saved her life. There was the earth hair, and the amber eyes. His skin was deep tan, showing that he spent a lot of time outside. He word a black muscle shirt, and his pants were extremely baggy with chains on them every now and then, and his shoes were gray with streaks, and white ties to it. A black head gear topped off his look, showing that he was a punk like boy, if you ignore the bracelets on each of his wrists. . He walked into the kitchen, as the cling of a spoon filled the house. She raised her eyebrow coming from the kitchen. He stepped back out, holding a bowl of something hot. He sat next to her, a small smile on his face. She lifted herself up, and she saw a bowl of hot broth in the bowl. She opened her mouth to ask a question, when a spoonful of the broth was put in her mouth. The boy chuckled, and pulled the spoon out of her mouth.
"Sorry, didn't know you were going to say something. You can talk now." He smiled.
"Ummm....where you the one I ran into?"
"Uh...yeah...I must say, you run pretty fast while having a bleeding wound. Your stronger than you look." He sighed, going to sit on the chair next to the futon.
"Thank you...for telling Mullen off...I was too afraid that you might tell him I was here." Leen looked to the ground.
"Hey, you were running away last night bleeding, I got the logic that he hurt you, so I didn't. I was plain to see that he's the type that abuses his girlfriend or wife, whatever comes first. In my opinion, that kind of people can go shoot themselves in the head." He hissed at the thought.
"I agree..." Leen nodded, drinking down the hot broth, seeing how good it tasted. Besides, her throat was dry, and she needed to wet it.
"What did you ever see in that guy? Was he nicest creature in the world at first?"
"...."
The boy froze, and then kept to himself, seeing that he had just said something wrong. Leen laid the bowl down and walked over to the tan skinned boy, kneeling down, taking his hand, and laying it on her forehead.
"Thank you very much...for everything you've done for me. I don't feel like I deserve the kindness you've shown me, but I owe you my life."
"...You don't have to be so formal with me....uh....wait, I don't even know your name. You can pay me back with that."
"Huh?" Leen cocked her head.
"Tell me your name, and you won't owe me anymore."
"Oh...my name is Leen...Leen Elencia."
"Nice name...I'm Rapp. No last name that I can remember. Very nice to meet you. The little kid over there that thinks the world is his is my little brother, Nicky." Rapp pointed his thumb at the little 10 year old.
"Shut up, Rapp." Nicky growled, then headed out the door.
Leen sat next to Rapp in the same chair, and laid her head on his shoulder, slowly closing her eyes. Rapp felt the blush on his face, and he laid his hand on her shoulder, laeeting her lean onto him. She had a rough night, and it felt good to feel safe with another boy again. She opened her eyes, looking into Rapp's hypnotizing amber eyes. He looked down at her, to see her staring at him. Their faces seemed to get a bit closer every second, when the two of them found each other's lips locked on each. Rapp was the first one to react. Blush ran across his cheeks, as he gently pushed away from her, turning his head.
"Rapp...I...I'm so sorry..."
"Don't be....I was as much responsible as you...it's alright..."
Silence....
"Rapp?"
"Ya' know what, Leen?"
"Uhh...yes?"
"I didn't mind it...and you can do that again anytime you want..." Rapp was red as a apple.
Leen giggled, and laid her head on his shoulder again, and fell asleep, still tired from her lack of blood of the other night. Rapp let the blush go away on his face, and put his arms around her, carassing her cheek.
"In a time of loss, even a lost soul has someone to turn to. Your safe now, Leen...I promise."
A/N:: haha, that was great, rapp and leen is a good coupling. ^^ r/r people, and enjoy