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Bullet in the Dark
Chapter 12: Wish for Someone Else
Author's Note:
Sorry about the last chapter, which wasn't dark at all. Hope this one will change your mind though… Well, I hope. Probably it won't, and it will soon go into the romance category! Sorry, but that's how it is!
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Every little sound seemed to be magnified at least a hundred times to Françoise.
Her eyes opened just the slightest bit, then winced at the light.
Her head pounded like a bass drum, pounding against her head.
Groaning in pain, she turned to her side, where it was still darker.
Next to her bed was her kidnapper, her assassin, the man who she just couldn't put her finger on.
His eyes red and bleary, his body backed next to the wall, he looked up.
"You have a headache?"
She winced and nodded. "Yeah." Her voice rasped as if it hadn't been used for a long time.
"Hold on."
He disappeared from the room, eyes never looking into her own.
Falling back onto the bed, she tried to remember what had happened.
All she could remember was the bitter liquid that had marred her vision, the three men who had persuaded her to drink it and the darkness…
No, there was something else.
A great feeling of warmth and safety… Everything she ever wanted.
So how come she couldn't remember how it had happened?
He returned with two pills and a glass of water. Handing them to her, he never once glanced into her eyes.
What had happened so her assassin couldn't meet her eyes?
"Thank you… What happened last night? We didn't… We didn't do that, did-"
"No."
He saved her from the embarrassment, but her cheeks had already blossomed into red flowers.
She sighed in relief. "Oh good."
So she didn't remember anything after all.
Good.
What would she think of the lip-lock they shared?
How would she feel?
Disgusted, ashamed, betrayed.
All the feelings he felt.
All the feelings he used to feel, that is.
Petty feelings that followed the path of the defeated.
He wasn't one of them.
Never.
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He sat on the balcony, when a sudden knock was heard.
Opening it was a wary eye, he saw a friend.
No, acquaintance.
The assassin that stood in front of him was called 004.
He specialized in guns, weapons, things that could kill.
He knew that behind the calm demeanor, the man was as much of a killer as himself.
"Yes?"
"Where's the girl? I heard that's your little project."
"Asleep again."
"Hangover?"
"Almost gone."
"Anything else that would make her tired?"
"No.
004 grinned. "You are a saint, aren't you?"
He remained silent.
Sighing, the silver haired man in front of him rolled his eyes. "I'm just here to warn you. 002 is planning a little surprise for you. Better watch out."
And without another word, he walked out, leaving the emotionless killer thinking.
Thinking about how he would probably regret it.
Regret it like the many other things that have happened.
Things that were all his fault.
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They hadn't spoken for a day, hadn't even looked at each other.
What was wrong?
Something must have happened; Françoise could feel it in the air.
Had she done something to him -- said anything to him while she had been intoxicated?
It was dark in the room, but she did not turn on the lights. Instead, she sat cross-legged on the bed, staring outside the window.
She could not hear the clamor on the streets, but she knew it was there.
Everyone was living, but her.
It seemed as if she had gone from one prison to another, one cage to another.
But what could she do?
She was just a tool, a bridge to form alliances, along with waging wars.
She knew she was thinking garbage. It was all a plan to not think about…
Joe…
What was wrong with Joe?
She shook her head.
She would not resist. She would not break.
She would keep her will.
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It was dark, and he was sitting on the porch once more.
And once more, a soft rapping was heard.
He walked almost lazily, prowling like a cat.
"Yes?"
A scantily clad woman leaned on the doorframe. Her strawberry-blonde hair and blue eyes beckoned him. She licked her blood red lips.
"Hello…" she purred, brushing across him and moving inside.
He stared at her in mild surprise. So this was the surprise? A prostitute?
Closing the door softly behind him, he moved towards her, drawn.
She rubbed against him, moving like a snake, draping her body onto him.
He suppressed a groan, her ministrations twisting his feelings, his body.
Internally, he rattled off as many curses as he could.
Externally, the woman pressed open-mouthed kisses on his head, his cheek, and finally, his mouth.
His fists clenched, trying to keep his mind clear, trying to think of a way to get the woman away from him.
But…
His mind changed, hopeful, wishing…
Wishing it was someone else.
A certain someone with hair the color of sunshine and eyes the color of a tropical sea.
If only…
The certain someone that made him lose his mind.
If only…
He wished so hard that he didn't hear the door open.
If only it could be her.
For a moment all three of them were stone still, none of them moving.
Finally, a low, silky voice interrupted. "Who is she?"
His screamed inside, wanting to tell her, wanting to give her excuses that he knew wouldn't matter to her.
He was tongue-tied.
She never took her eyes off him, and suddenly did.
Slamming the door, she ran into the room.
The woman on his lap turned back to him. "Now we can have our fun, now that the children have gone to bed."
He pushed her off, still staring at the door.
"So you like it rough, huh? Well put it on me, then."
"Get out." His voice was stone cold.
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me."
She knew him well enough to know that she didn't want to die.
Stepping aside, she slunk off. But before she closed the door, she said a few choice words.
"I thought you were a man. I didn't know you didn't have guts."
The words slammed into him like the door did.
But for different reasons.
Because what really clenched his heart was the guilt that was misting over him.
The guilt that he would be familiar with…
All over again.
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AHHHHH! Way more light than I intended! Well, the good news is that the next chapter will have fluff. I was going to have it this chapter, but I decided not too. Oh well! Hope you enjoyed it! Please leave a kind review for the author!
Responses to Reviews:
Inu22: Glad you aren't confused anymore! Yes, 009 is a bad person! A bad, LOW person! LOL!
Black Rose Elise: FOOD! Lots of food! And how did you know I love potstickers? Yeah, I couldn't see 004 drunk either. He's too serious for that… Well, I hope you liked this chapter, even though there was a cliffie! ^-^!
Magician Cyborg: 002, you're drunk because I can picture you drunk. Besides, free beer! How could you say no? It's okay! Glad you liked the last chapter!
Sesshomaruwuzhere: It's okay that you don't have YIM… We can talk on AIM anyway. Thank you for the cookies, and sorry for not updating Red Lantern! I'll do that soon… when I have time! Anyway, I hope you aren't busy and that you like leaerning Japanese!
Sweet Dark Angel 009: That wasn't a good kiss, but I hope the fluff in the next chapter will make you happy! I'm glad you still enjoyed it, though. And you deserve those compliments! You are a very good writer, and I know you'll do wonderfully in the future!
Trinity Star and Her Muses: Oh yes, Inu is reviewing. Dark and with fluff… I think that's a very good combo, don't you think? I hope to see your sane story soon, and good job on your present one! It's very funny!
Goddess-of-da-Cheesburgers: I know what you mean! So much homework! I stay up to 12:00 to write and finish it! Well, thank you once more for the brownies! I love them!
GoldAngel2: Yes, Joe is finally softening up, the statue of stone. He will soon be very guilty, as you can tell. As for the Mary Sue parody, I'm thinking of it being two parts; part 1 being the actual parody, and part 2 being 'How to Write a Better OC'. What do you think?
Serene Faerie: Thank you, as usual! I'll try really hard to update Oyabun, but no promises; I tend to break those. Thank you for all the anime dolls! *hugs her new plushies* I love them!
Gohan-Chan: Well, I'm glad this plot actually twists enough that some people are surprised! Thank you for the continuous support!
Aria Zephyr: Yes he does! I needed more plot, and if I had one, to build it up! Glad you like it!
Cherry Blossom Princess2: Was it a good kiss? I hope so… I thought it sucked, but I guess author's aren't always happy with their work. Anyway, it's okay you can't review faster; I understand about school and all. Well, thanks for the reviews!
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Wolfwood11: I do that a lot, read something, hate it, read it again, love it. Yea, I know what you mean by trying to get it light for the romance. I'm trying! Shiva and Vishnu are new characters. I'm not sure when they come in, but they aren't in the original episodes. Maybe in a movie? I'm not sure.
CosmosAngel1: Thank you for reassuring me, but this story I is getting lighter… sadly. Well, at least there is more fluff! Thank you for the support! You are the best!