Secrets
Key:
Flashbacks
Present time
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
*****: Change of scene.
*****
Secrets
Fic:
Chapter 6: Unwanted Feelings: Part 2
It was about six o'clock in the morning, and the sun hung low and heavy in the sky. Kai and Bryony were walking down the shingle beach, not exactly hand-in-hand but comfortably close together, chatting and laughing at each other's jokes. The ocean lapped gently at the shore, sometimes catching their bare feet in its cold, salty water. Bryony slipped an arm around Kai 's waist, and he put an arm around her shoulders. The pace slowed to a stop and Bryony stepped in front of Kai, and stared into his eyes. She gently moved a strand of hair out of his eyes. Slowly the other arm hand slid up her stomach, as she traced a finger gently over his blue triangle markings, and down his cheek. Kai felt the movement and gently pushed against her. She pulled him closer, and he pushed harder against her, trying to free himself. The pushes got gradually more and more frantic until Bryony spoke.
"I'm sorry to do this Kai, but my loyalty has to stay with my family. I hope you understand."
"What?" Kai struggled against her, trying to free himself, puzzled by the sudden change in Bryony.
"Goodbye Kai." With that she rammed her knee up between his legs, before jerking her hand upwards, driving the long, cruel hunting knife home. He gripped her arms, only to be pushed away with an insane laugh. He slowly collapsed, bleeding, coughing as gasping desperately for breath as his lungs filled with blood.
"Kai! No!" she woke up, sobbing uncontrollably. She couldn't do it, but she had to. The room was dark and the clock said it was 2 o'clock in the morning. She couldn't face trying to sleep again, so she sat, terrified and alone in the darkness.
* * * * *
Bryony picked her way carefully along the beach, scanning the rocks for her cave entrance. She was sure that she wouldn't come across Kai today, how likely was it that he would know about her cave? The entrance was pretty well hidden. She found the entrance at last and was soon in the main chamber, climbing onto her lofty perch. She noticed the disturbed rocks and hissed. Someone had been here. Someone had dared to invade her space. The cave was her territory. She heard footsteps in the tunnel and saw Kai approaching. Her anger melted away as she watched him coming nearer, until she swung herself down, out of sight. Soon she was heading down the tunnel again, unseen by Kai, lost in his thoughts.
She sat at the entrance. Her heart was racing and adrenaline pumped through her body. She couldn't kill him. She just couldn't do it. She wished that she had never been dragged into the whole mess, but what had happened had happened, and she couldn't change that. She sighed, unaware that not far away, Kai was echoing her thoughts.
Hours later the water began to drain out of the tunnel and Bryony slipped away. From a near-by hill, Bryony watched Kai heading for home. She thought about the rumo0urs that had sprung up around Kai. He had single handedly terrified every child in the 'neighbourhood' but apparently didn't care. All he seemed to care about was maintaining his solitude and solitary nature. Bryony couldn't help but wonder whether he paid for it all when he went home, in the silence and loneliness of his room.
Suddenly, driven by an unknown impulse, Bryony found herself running after him, catching up with him about five minutes from his house. He turned to face her, not looking at his friendliest when he saw who it was.
"Can I help you?"
Now that she was in front of him, she felt embarrassed. She debated not bothering, but she had to finish what she had started. She'd never seen Kai back out of anything, so she wasn't going to try to wriggle out of this, no matter how uncomfortable it was. But how would he react? Would he respect her for being able to make herself apologise, or would he despise her for the way she had 'come crawling back'? Kai saw her hesitating and enjoyed her discomfort. He knew exactly what was going through her mind. His face was expressionless, hiding his amusement at her inner turmoil, knowing she would find it unnerving. That was fun to watch too. He vaguely heard Bryony mumbling something and cut her short.
"Are you talking to me?"
"Er, yeah, I just wanted to say sorry for, well, the whole arm thing."
"So get on with it already."
"Sorry." She gazed steadfastly at the floor.
"Look, say it properly or quit wasting my time. I have other stuff to do besides watching you apologising to the ground. I'm not down there you know, I'm up here, like any other normal human being."
Bryony looked up, expecting to see mocking and scorn in his eyes but there was nothing. His face was it's usual expressionless mask. "I'm sorry." She repeated as calmly as her cracked voice would let her, and stared down at the ground again.
"It's ok." He turned to walk away, but stopped and walked back. "What is your fascination with the damn ground?!?!" he exclaimed with a laugh.
"I'll see you round right?"
"That depends."
"On what?!"
"Two things: One, whether you stop staring at the ground, cause it'll be pretty hard to see me if you stare at the ground all the time, and two, whether it's safe to see you, so far it's been pretty disastrous for me!"
"Hey! Leave me alone! I said I was sorry! What do you want me to do? Huh? Beg?"
"Well. do I have to answer that?" he asked her with a wicked grin.
Bryony aimed a cuff at his head and missed as he ducked. "You remember what got you your broken arm? It was you winding me up. Guess what you're doing right now. winding me up! Do I have to break the other one? Or should I break one of your legs this time instead?"
"Are you threatening me? What happened to all the innocence you tried to fool me into believing you'd acquired?"
"Me? Threaten someone? Me? Now what on earth could have given you that idea? I'm a little angel, remember?"
"Do I look like I came in on yesterday's banana boat?"
"Er, is that a trick question? Anyways, do you wanna' go down to the beach? The tide's coming in soon."
"Now why do I get the feeling you're trying to kill me?"
"Say, what?"
"Shall we go down to the beach - the tide's coming in? It's pretty obvious that you're trying to drown me!"
"Kai! Now would I do a thing like that?"
"No comment. I've gotta' go home, Voltaire's waiting for me, he's a grumpy old git at the best of times, but you wanna' hear him go on and on when I'm late." He turned and headed off down the rocky path that led to his house.
"Have fun with your Grandfather, Kai!" she called over her shoulder as she ran off.
"Like hell!" he yelled after her, sending a small, smooth stone flying after her, and hit her at the base of her spine.
That night, Kai had his nightmare. He woke up early and headed for the shingle beach. The ocean was stormy and black. His screams of frustration and anger were drowned by the raging tempest of the ocean's fury. He sank to his knees, his head in his hands, as visions of his parents, the crash, and what he dreamt he'd done to Bryony flashed before his eyes. He felt like he would go mad soon. He screamed in emotional agony and torment, still drowned by the furious raging of the ocean. Warm, salty tears of anger rolled down his cheeks as he clutched his head, wishing it would all stop. Gradually the storm quietened down, and Kai forced himself to calm down too, telling himself that everything was ok, but the soft glow coming from the black jewel around his neck told him that things were far from ok. As long as his Grandfather, Voltaire, was alive and had his hands on Kai, making every living, breathing minute a misery, nothing would ever be right.
A/N: So guys, still ok? Sorry about how long it took to get this up, but I've had a lot of coursework and stuff recently, as well as a new idea for an original fic, which I've had to write down or I'd forget it. Thank you to all of you especially Desi Angel and Rei Ayanami for your continued reviews, much appreciated! I am soooooooooooooo sorry it took so long to get the chapter up, too much coursework and gcse exams :: spits:: hate exams. Anyways. I'll try to be more prompt in getting the next chapter up for you, thank you so much for being patient with me. By the way, I've got an idea for a new fic, original fiction, which I'm typing up. Should I post it as soon as the first chapter is finished, or do you want me to wait 'til I've finished secrets? And I need a name for it too, it's about a group of ppl who normally wouldn't stick around each other, because of their races, who are thrown together in order to survive. I'm not explaining this very well, am I? Er, they're all alone except for each other, but as there isn't much of a sense of comradeship, they're basically alone. A friend has suggested 'Alone, Together' what do you think? Please review soon; I need your help - badly! You wouldn't deny li'l old me help in my time of desperation would you.? Bex, Georgie, don't answer that!
Key:
Flashbacks
Present time
'Thoughts'
"Speech"
*****: Change of scene.
*****
Secrets
Fic:
Chapter 6: Unwanted Feelings: Part 2
It was about six o'clock in the morning, and the sun hung low and heavy in the sky. Kai and Bryony were walking down the shingle beach, not exactly hand-in-hand but comfortably close together, chatting and laughing at each other's jokes. The ocean lapped gently at the shore, sometimes catching their bare feet in its cold, salty water. Bryony slipped an arm around Kai 's waist, and he put an arm around her shoulders. The pace slowed to a stop and Bryony stepped in front of Kai, and stared into his eyes. She gently moved a strand of hair out of his eyes. Slowly the other arm hand slid up her stomach, as she traced a finger gently over his blue triangle markings, and down his cheek. Kai felt the movement and gently pushed against her. She pulled him closer, and he pushed harder against her, trying to free himself. The pushes got gradually more and more frantic until Bryony spoke.
"I'm sorry to do this Kai, but my loyalty has to stay with my family. I hope you understand."
"What?" Kai struggled against her, trying to free himself, puzzled by the sudden change in Bryony.
"Goodbye Kai." With that she rammed her knee up between his legs, before jerking her hand upwards, driving the long, cruel hunting knife home. He gripped her arms, only to be pushed away with an insane laugh. He slowly collapsed, bleeding, coughing as gasping desperately for breath as his lungs filled with blood.
"Kai! No!" she woke up, sobbing uncontrollably. She couldn't do it, but she had to. The room was dark and the clock said it was 2 o'clock in the morning. She couldn't face trying to sleep again, so she sat, terrified and alone in the darkness.
* * * * *
Bryony picked her way carefully along the beach, scanning the rocks for her cave entrance. She was sure that she wouldn't come across Kai today, how likely was it that he would know about her cave? The entrance was pretty well hidden. She found the entrance at last and was soon in the main chamber, climbing onto her lofty perch. She noticed the disturbed rocks and hissed. Someone had been here. Someone had dared to invade her space. The cave was her territory. She heard footsteps in the tunnel and saw Kai approaching. Her anger melted away as she watched him coming nearer, until she swung herself down, out of sight. Soon she was heading down the tunnel again, unseen by Kai, lost in his thoughts.
She sat at the entrance. Her heart was racing and adrenaline pumped through her body. She couldn't kill him. She just couldn't do it. She wished that she had never been dragged into the whole mess, but what had happened had happened, and she couldn't change that. She sighed, unaware that not far away, Kai was echoing her thoughts.
Hours later the water began to drain out of the tunnel and Bryony slipped away. From a near-by hill, Bryony watched Kai heading for home. She thought about the rumo0urs that had sprung up around Kai. He had single handedly terrified every child in the 'neighbourhood' but apparently didn't care. All he seemed to care about was maintaining his solitude and solitary nature. Bryony couldn't help but wonder whether he paid for it all when he went home, in the silence and loneliness of his room.
Suddenly, driven by an unknown impulse, Bryony found herself running after him, catching up with him about five minutes from his house. He turned to face her, not looking at his friendliest when he saw who it was.
"Can I help you?"
Now that she was in front of him, she felt embarrassed. She debated not bothering, but she had to finish what she had started. She'd never seen Kai back out of anything, so she wasn't going to try to wriggle out of this, no matter how uncomfortable it was. But how would he react? Would he respect her for being able to make herself apologise, or would he despise her for the way she had 'come crawling back'? Kai saw her hesitating and enjoyed her discomfort. He knew exactly what was going through her mind. His face was expressionless, hiding his amusement at her inner turmoil, knowing she would find it unnerving. That was fun to watch too. He vaguely heard Bryony mumbling something and cut her short.
"Are you talking to me?"
"Er, yeah, I just wanted to say sorry for, well, the whole arm thing."
"So get on with it already."
"Sorry." She gazed steadfastly at the floor.
"Look, say it properly or quit wasting my time. I have other stuff to do besides watching you apologising to the ground. I'm not down there you know, I'm up here, like any other normal human being."
Bryony looked up, expecting to see mocking and scorn in his eyes but there was nothing. His face was it's usual expressionless mask. "I'm sorry." She repeated as calmly as her cracked voice would let her, and stared down at the ground again.
"It's ok." He turned to walk away, but stopped and walked back. "What is your fascination with the damn ground?!?!" he exclaimed with a laugh.
"I'll see you round right?"
"That depends."
"On what?!"
"Two things: One, whether you stop staring at the ground, cause it'll be pretty hard to see me if you stare at the ground all the time, and two, whether it's safe to see you, so far it's been pretty disastrous for me!"
"Hey! Leave me alone! I said I was sorry! What do you want me to do? Huh? Beg?"
"Well. do I have to answer that?" he asked her with a wicked grin.
Bryony aimed a cuff at his head and missed as he ducked. "You remember what got you your broken arm? It was you winding me up. Guess what you're doing right now. winding me up! Do I have to break the other one? Or should I break one of your legs this time instead?"
"Are you threatening me? What happened to all the innocence you tried to fool me into believing you'd acquired?"
"Me? Threaten someone? Me? Now what on earth could have given you that idea? I'm a little angel, remember?"
"Do I look like I came in on yesterday's banana boat?"
"Er, is that a trick question? Anyways, do you wanna' go down to the beach? The tide's coming in soon."
"Now why do I get the feeling you're trying to kill me?"
"Say, what?"
"Shall we go down to the beach - the tide's coming in? It's pretty obvious that you're trying to drown me!"
"Kai! Now would I do a thing like that?"
"No comment. I've gotta' go home, Voltaire's waiting for me, he's a grumpy old git at the best of times, but you wanna' hear him go on and on when I'm late." He turned and headed off down the rocky path that led to his house.
"Have fun with your Grandfather, Kai!" she called over her shoulder as she ran off.
"Like hell!" he yelled after her, sending a small, smooth stone flying after her, and hit her at the base of her spine.
That night, Kai had his nightmare. He woke up early and headed for the shingle beach. The ocean was stormy and black. His screams of frustration and anger were drowned by the raging tempest of the ocean's fury. He sank to his knees, his head in his hands, as visions of his parents, the crash, and what he dreamt he'd done to Bryony flashed before his eyes. He felt like he would go mad soon. He screamed in emotional agony and torment, still drowned by the furious raging of the ocean. Warm, salty tears of anger rolled down his cheeks as he clutched his head, wishing it would all stop. Gradually the storm quietened down, and Kai forced himself to calm down too, telling himself that everything was ok, but the soft glow coming from the black jewel around his neck told him that things were far from ok. As long as his Grandfather, Voltaire, was alive and had his hands on Kai, making every living, breathing minute a misery, nothing would ever be right.
A/N: So guys, still ok? Sorry about how long it took to get this up, but I've had a lot of coursework and stuff recently, as well as a new idea for an original fic, which I've had to write down or I'd forget it. Thank you to all of you especially Desi Angel and Rei Ayanami for your continued reviews, much appreciated! I am soooooooooooooo sorry it took so long to get the chapter up, too much coursework and gcse exams :: spits:: hate exams. Anyways. I'll try to be more prompt in getting the next chapter up for you, thank you so much for being patient with me. By the way, I've got an idea for a new fic, original fiction, which I'm typing up. Should I post it as soon as the first chapter is finished, or do you want me to wait 'til I've finished secrets? And I need a name for it too, it's about a group of ppl who normally wouldn't stick around each other, because of their races, who are thrown together in order to survive. I'm not explaining this very well, am I? Er, they're all alone except for each other, but as there isn't much of a sense of comradeship, they're basically alone. A friend has suggested 'Alone, Together' what do you think? Please review soon; I need your help - badly! You wouldn't deny li'l old me help in my time of desperation would you.? Bex, Georgie, don't answer that!