Love and Hate

By Kourin Lucrece

Disclaimer: No soy Robert Rodriguez.

Well, more of the odd little story, eh? I really wasn't planning on writing more of this, but after your kind reviews I felt I owed you responses and more of the story. I really only wrote this to keep myself from doing serious harm to someone in my family that was in a pissy mood. ^.^ Turns out it was addictive to write and I didn't expect anyone to notice it... I'm so glad that you folks are reading this, reviews are so nice!! Thanks and before the continuation (epilogue?) of the story, here are your responses...

Lykosdragon – No, you don't sound insane! (Although, I'm not one to talk, lol, you might want a second opinion.) 'Sociopath and all' is kinda what I was thinking... haha. I'm really glad you like it (I feel special) and I can't wait to read more of your story!!

Jacksrumrunner – I am flattered at your surprise and liking of the story. ^.^ As for my age... Let's just say I am not yet out of the hell called high school, nor will I be at the end of the semester. (Do you really think I portrayed Sands all that well?)

Telegramsam – I am convinced that boys get PMS, only it's some other hormonal thing, lol. (trust me, I have an older brother...) Unfortunately for our poor blind agent, his problems are a bit more deeply seeded than that. In case it wasn't too obvious, that is... haha.

Chronicles Bailey – Wow, my story is fun? ^___^ And to think I thought the fun part was confusing the people who know me with this odd little tale. I'm glad you like it. (I hope that's what fun means... lol)

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Not more than a week after their little.. talk... El found Sands sitting outside, looking for all the world as though he were staring at the sunrise. There was something oddly vulnerable and lonely about the way the man was sitting and El found himself recalling the most confusing part of the other day. It hadn't even been the American's confession...

** "I'm sorry..." Sands had muttered, abruptly pulling out of the
Mariachi's hold. "I shouldn't have said all of that."

"There's nothing to be sorry for," El had responded, further confused.

"Of course there is," the ex-CIA agent snapped. "I would have shot
someone for crying to me and look at the way I act!" He had shaken his
head. "Stupid fuckmook that I am.&rdquo



Thinking on it, El decided abruptly that what Sands needed was something
to do with his time and keep his mind off of things. The man had lived
for so long in control of everything that he must have been bored without
anything to occupy his thoughts but his own misery and insanity.

Part of the mariachi knew that Sands had given him a reason to reenter
the world and begin living again. Maybe this was his chance to do the
same in return. Only he wasn't giving a return to life, he was giving a
chance at one that had never been.

Sands started in surprise as he heard El ask from behind him, "Would you
like to learn how to play the guitar?"

Cursing inside his head at not paying attention, he responded calmly, but
coolly. "I can't see, fuckmook. I have no eyes. How the hell can I play
the guitar?" He was hoping that El would just drop the whole thing and
leave until his little confession had been forgotten and things would
return to normal. He didn't need some depressed Mexican's pity over a
moment of weakness!! But at the same time, he was afraid that that was
exactly what would happen.

The sound of El carrying over a guitar reached his ears. "I'll teach
you," the mariachi said calmly and placed the instrument into Sands'
grasp. He reshaped the blind man's fingers over the frets and instructed
him to gently strum the strings with his other hand.

The resulting sound had been so painful that El had laughed, pressing his
hand down to cut off the noise. "That's not even a note!" he informed his
pupil, feeling a twinge of sorrow as the words rang back to him from a
different time; a time with Carolina.

The impromptu lessons had continued well into the afternoon, until Sands
could actually play a soft melody without El's help. A bit of
improvisation changed the song to fit Sands and soon both were smiling as
he added a few cynical lyrics to go along.

It was what they both needed – friendship and something to occupy their
minds. After all, time heals all wounds.

~Fini~

Yeah, I know.. It sucks ass. ^_^ But, I had fun writing it none-the-less.
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