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Bullet in the Dark
Chapter 13: Bitter is the Heart
Author's Note:
Here you go! New chapter! Hope you enjoy it! Please leave a sign that you read this!
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"Françoise!" he yelled.
He bolted across the room, feet pounding on the floor.
"Open the door, Françoise!" he bellowed again.
No answer.
"Open it, or I'll break it down myself!"
Still nothing.
He pounded on the door, not even noticing the pain falling, cutting open the skin of his knuckles.
Finally, surprising, the door opened, showing a very angry Françoise.
"Stop it! Stop it, y-you uncivilized monster!"
He panted slightly, glaring at her. His finger raised as he was plunged into feelings he wasn't allowed to have.
"Listen to me! What you just saw, it wasn't what it looked li-"
"It looked like something was happening, all right, and since I already know, I don't think I need to hear this again."
She tried to slam the door again, but he jammed his foot into the crack. She kicked uselessly at his offending foot.
"I wasn't finished," he hissed. "What right do you have to be acting all high and mighty, prissy, and moral-"
"I do have a right to act moral! Because compared to you, you womanizing murderer, I am!" she yelled back, angry.
"I wasn't going to screw her, and even if I was, it's none of your business! I'm a man, damn it!"
She, for once, was speechless.
"What just happened there wasn't because of me." He stopped her before she could interrupt again. "One of my friends sent her."
She stopped and looked into his eyes.
Burning, smoldering, they showed no sign of the untruth.
"Why do you care?"
He ignored her question and looked straight into her eyes.
"Do you remember anything from last night?"
The warmth, did he mean?
She looked away, and stayed mute.
"Do you?"
She let the door relax and slid out.
He didn't follow her to the kitchen. Filling a small towel with ice cubes, she walked back.
Gently pressing the makeshift icepack into her split and swollen knuckles, she kept her eyes down.
"Aren't you afraid of me?" he whispered.
"Should I be?"
"I could kill you any minute."
"So do it."
They said nothing for a moment. Then, "Are you afraid of me?"
He scoffed at the question. "Why would I be?"
"Because every time I come near, you push me away. Why is that?"
"Because you're annoying and I despise your very being," he retorted simply.
"Is that so? If you really hate me, then push me away." She looked up into his eyes, daring him. "Do it."
He didn't move, only stared at her face with his intense, burning eyes.
Silence filled the air, but how tense they both were…
Then suddenly pushed her to the wall. "You don't have a clue what you do to me, do you?"
The ice lay abandoned, melting on the ground, like blood.
Her eyes pierced into his own, innocent, bright.
Her head pounded, raced like the one of a dying rabbit, but her eyes held no fear of him.
"What you do to me…"
He closed his eyes and let his chin rest lightly on her collarbone, feeling her pulse.
She breathed in, deep, drinking it into her soul.
What was he doing?
Never mind.
She relaxed and slumped against the wall, letting the feelings she so desired wash over her.
For moments they stood there, then he slumped against her.
By the feel of his even breathing, he had fallen asleep.
She sighed, then awkwardly, carefully, she half-carried, half-dragged him into her bedroom.
Lying him onto the bed, she studied him carefully, not knowing he had done the same just the night before.
Feeling tired, too, she carefully stretched out next to him, finally at ease.
'Don't let this be a dream.'
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She woke up the next morning feelings warm, a feelings she hardly felt.
Without opening her eyes, she smiled.
For a moment he had been human towards her. For a moment he wasn't the god of death, the prince of darkness.
It was all she asked to remain feelings that way for forevermore.
But this couldn't be, wasn't meant to be at all. She could only dream about that.
Was this love, then? To have these feelings so deeply embedded into her heart, only to find that she could never hold on, as she always slipped, as if on ice.
What good was to feel those wonderful feelings, only to have them shadowed by darkness, a sign that she would never have what others could.
Why then? Why?
No… She can't have these thoughts of grief when she had only just started enjoying them.
Oh woe, if only love could not be bound by society, if only her life wasn't like the story she had heard of, of a Romeo and Juliet.
He was not besides her. He was not anywhere near her, as she opened her eyes and searched for him.
Where was he, then?
He had fled as fast as her feelings of innocent love.
What good did this being onto her?
She wanted to cry, for he had abandoned her.
Or had he?
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Meanwhile, the dark hero of her dreams was sitting on a rooftop, his only place of solitude now, for his thoughts.
His life was a pattern of anguish, or blood and pain, memories so harsh, they would have broken any spirit.
But his. Any spirit, any soul, but the one of his.
How else would he have gotten to this point?
A cold, heartless killer, a murderer of dozens, a lover of another… only because of commands.
It wasn't their fault.
Everything that had led to this had been his.
He had sold his soul to a pack of devils, and he didn't want to regret it.
But oh, he did.
How he wished he could just fly away with the girl, to somewhere where they no longer had to hide, to fear.
Fear?
He didn't know he still could feel the emotion.
He wished that he no longer had it, wished it was another of the things that had died when he died in the flames and rose from the ashes like a phoenix, into a killer.
His life couldn't be worse.
Life was cruel.
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Sorry about the slow update, but I've been really busy. Anyway, thank you to everyone who have supported and helped, me, especially you, GoldAngel2!
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Inu22: Yeah, you got to give the guy a bit of credit for being regretful. Sorry for the long wait!
GoldAngel2: Oh-so-true. Most Mary-Sues are just fangirls, and even though I'm guilty of writing them, I'll never post them, even if someone paid me too. It just ends up making me feel, well, guilty! I really hope you update soon; all of us are waiting for you to! I also hope to talk to you soon!
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Gohan-Chan: Joe's eyes were red because he didn't get enough sleep, and he couldn't look into 003's eyes because he was partually embarassed and partially didn't want to betray his feelings…
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