Disclaimer; I don't own Outlaw Star or any of the characters or any of the other elements of the series. There, that pretty much covers it. However, I do own the characters and situations presented in Boutou Hoshi. If you want to use them, please e-mail me and I'll probably let you do it. Please don't sue me! I've only got some old drawing books and empty pocky boxes anyway so you wouldn't get much. Okay, I'm done.
Dedication; This story is dedicated to the people who've stuck by me for the past three months, especially Jade S., Anime Angel, heehee, barbo-chan, and Trunks. Also, this is dedicated to my friends Legacy Lost, Bishonen no Miko, Tamahome no Miko, Shattered Stars, and (especially!) my sis Blayse! Thanks you guys! ^-^
Notes; *appears from nowhere wearing dirty jeans and a tank-top with her signature braid very bedraggled and bandages across her hands* Ohayo! I'm back!! I've been kayaking in Reliance TN for the past weekend, but now I can get back to writing! ^-^ Thanks very much for the reviews, there what keep me going in times like this when all I want to do is curl up in bed and not wake up again for a month. So anyway, I guess you guys kinda like this story. ^-^ Great, then I'll keep it up for a while longer [How long will I actually keep going with this story? Will I finish? Only reviews will tell.] But for now, to work! *limps off to the computer where her muse and cat are waiting*
Tarian
By; Adakie
"Oh my G*d . . ."
Gene was dumb-struck. He couldn't believe what had happened, couldn't comprehend how quickly his entire life could be turned around again just because of one person. He didn't know what to do. He knew in his mind that it was best to just tell the people and let them take him to where the others were, but he couldn't seem to tell his heart that.
'Jim is going to die, that's all there is to it. Weather it's here or in those cells . . . no! There's still a chance, there's got to be! There's always a chance!! But what if I get this too? Then we'll both be turned in, and there'll be no chance for either of us to survive . . . oh G*d what do I do? Turn him in . . or . . . G*d this is so familiar. Why? Why do I have to go through this!? Why do I have to make the same decisions all over again?! Turn him in . . or don't turn him in. Turn him in . . or . . . keep him here . . . and make him suffer. It wouldn't be fair . . to either of us. But I just . . . I just . . . can't. I made the right decision before, I'm sure of it, so I'm not going to make the wrong one now. I'm not going to give up.'
"Jim . . ."
"Aniki p-please . . . don't make me leave. I-I just don't want to g-go. I-I . ."
"Don't worry, I won't turn you in. I'm not like those b*st*rds, I'd never do something like _that_."
Slowly, Gene stood and walked towards his partner. Jim backed away slightly, making the older teen's heart cringe. 'Is he really scared of me?' Only a few steps away now, he held out his arms. 'I'll just let him make the decision this time. If he wants me to help him or not . . . it's all up to him now.'
Thoughts flashed through his mind in a kaleidoscope of sight and sound. He found himself lingering on that night in the bar and on the man they'd taken away. It seemed so long ago now, thought he knew it had only been a few days. 'Was that it? Was that where he caught this? Or maybe earlier? How long has he been like this? How long?'
He remembered all too well how distant Jim had been as of late. He'd started hiding away in his room and wouldn't come out for anything. Gene had almost gotten use to talking to him through the old wooden door. He racked his brain trying to remember the last time he'd seen his young partner eat anything. He couldn't, but then that really didn't prove much. 'I was gone a lot, and Jim probably just got something while I was away . . . right?' But he couldn't convince himself. In the past few months they'd been together he had discovered many of the boys habits. The one that stuck with him the most, however, was the fact that he rarely ate when not told to. Almost as if he forgot that there was enough food for both of them . . . well there was normally anyway.
Finely, after what seemed like an eternity, Jim began to inch forward. Step after small step he closed the distance between them and stumbled into Gene's waiting arms. He was whimpering softly and rubbing at his eyes to try and hide the tears softly falling down his cheeks.
Gene knelt down on the dirty wood floor, pulling the boy into his lap and holding him tightly. The whole situation was getting to be a little too much for him, so he decided to do what his father had always done whenever he was hurt or sick or just couldn't deal with the world anymore. With one arm around the thin waist and the other hand stroking damp blond hair, he slowly began to rock back and forth.
Jim was sobbing now, burying his face against Gene's shirt and clinging to the older teen as if he were a lifeline. Gene could feel the heat of fever radiating in waves off of the small body in his arms. Tears beginning to sting his own eyes, but would not let them fall. He just kept rocking. Time stretched onward, both of them silent and unable to find the words that weren't needed. Finely, Jim drifted off into a deep sleep, leaving Gene alone with his thoughts once more. After what seemed like hours but was probably only minuets, he broke the silence with a soft whisper.
"Whatever happens Jim, even though I know that I'll . . catch this thing too . . I won't give up. Weather I live or die . . . I won't let them take you."
~Owarii~
Hey what do you know, I'm done w/ this part. Sad, ne? Well, I guess I'll go ahead and tell you a few things you might want to know (or not) about this story.
1) Inspiration - Well, you see, I'm cursed w/ very light skin and it's really easy to see my arteries in my wrist, hands, fingers, and even my lower arms. They show up as these blue lines, sometimes really strong and sometimes faded out. It's the same with my mom, so I think it's genetic. I guess that's where the basis idea for the Tarian virus came from. That and it just sucks to be sick. ^-^
2) You're not going to kill Jim . . . right? - Well, I don't know. This _is_ AU (alternate universe) and I _could_ kill him if I wanted to . . . but I might not. Only if it fits with the story will I do that. I can assure you of one thing though; this is drama/horror so someone's gona die. Sorry. ^^
3) Why is this Horror? - Well, it's not that "I see dead people", maniac slashers, deformed killers, the living dead, demons stalking you in your dreams sort of horror. It's more of an Edward Scissorshands kind. You know, where the "normal" people are the real monsters and it's also a drama. I love those, there cool.
4) Is Riakie coming into this one? - Gee, I don't know. She's the person we all love to hate, so she might . . . just keep a look out for her. ^-^
Till next time, Ja ne! (please be a responsible reader and review)
P.S. for Dragon Trainer - Hi! ^-^ You train Dratini? Cool, I train Evee (just read Bishonen no Miko's A Doom Worse Than Death and you'll see *actually that ch. isn't up yet, but there are two Evee on my team ^^*)
