It was dark, and Tristia had gotten herself caught in the rain. She
hated it, and hated it with a passion. For one thing, this had been the
worst day in her entire existance. To start things off, her boy friend
broke up with her and took all of her things, her car was in the shop, so
she had to walk to work. She had gotten fired from work because she was
late. And the moment she left the bulding it started to rain. Now here she
is walking, in the rain, in preminent PMS mode. Making it to the park with
out any cassualties, she sat down on a bench under a tree. It was
relatively dry and cozy so she curled up with her kneens against her chest.
She sighed. The only way it could have gotten worse would be if the tree
she was under caught fire. Light struck some where near be, but Tristia
didn't notice. She had fallen asleep in a feital position thinking about
the day. And wouldn't you know it. The tree caught on fire.
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Trowa sighed as he walked though the park where the circus was staying. He didn't feel like hearing the ring master's rants about the lack of customers and weather. He personally liked the rain. It always refreshed him for some reason. He felt more relaxed and releived when the cold water droplets hit his skin.
He had been walking for about an hour when he noticed a girlg sitting under a tree. Not know weither or not she was friend or foe, he kept his distance. She was obviously upset, because she was in a feital position and looked like she wasn't going to move. He was about to approtch her when he saw a lighting bolt strike a metal trash next to the tree. He looked at the girl. She hadn't moved. He watched at the trash in the can quickly caught fire, dispite the rain, and spread to the tree. Due to the wind, the tree was a blaze in an instant. The sound of popping wood, and the cracking and breaking of branches apparently got the girls attention for he could hear her screaming for help.
Trowa ran over to the tree and peered in, hoping to see the girl. All he could do was stare for a moment, she looked exactly like him, except her hair went down to her knees on the back and bang went all the way down to her shoulder. After a few seconds, he came back to reality. He called to her and told her to calm down. She nodded and Trowa set to work. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Tristia's POV
The young man just out side the fire ran over to the fire to the bathrooms. I hope he hurries, I don't feel do good. I lean on the bench for support. I must have infailed to much smoke because I can hear hacking and I'm starting to all foreward. I can hear him tell me to hold on, but I too tired. I loose contiousness, the last thing I remember seeing was him craddling me and telling me something...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Trowa's POV
After getting the fire hose from the bath room, I use it to clear a path to where the girl is. She's on her knees coughing so I know I don't have much time. Once I finally get a path clear she falled to the ground uncontious. For some reason, I feel like she's apart of me somehow, so I tell that she can't die. She blinks one time then closes her. I check her pulse. She alive, but weak. Picking her up, I find that she's very light. If I take her to the hospital they might think that I hurt her. So I take her back to the circus with me. As we go, she shivers and I holder her close to me. Why do I feel so strongly about her? And why does she look like me? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Trowa sighed as he walked though the park where the circus was staying. He didn't feel like hearing the ring master's rants about the lack of customers and weather. He personally liked the rain. It always refreshed him for some reason. He felt more relaxed and releived when the cold water droplets hit his skin.
He had been walking for about an hour when he noticed a girlg sitting under a tree. Not know weither or not she was friend or foe, he kept his distance. She was obviously upset, because she was in a feital position and looked like she wasn't going to move. He was about to approtch her when he saw a lighting bolt strike a metal trash next to the tree. He looked at the girl. She hadn't moved. He watched at the trash in the can quickly caught fire, dispite the rain, and spread to the tree. Due to the wind, the tree was a blaze in an instant. The sound of popping wood, and the cracking and breaking of branches apparently got the girls attention for he could hear her screaming for help.
Trowa ran over to the tree and peered in, hoping to see the girl. All he could do was stare for a moment, she looked exactly like him, except her hair went down to her knees on the back and bang went all the way down to her shoulder. After a few seconds, he came back to reality. He called to her and told her to calm down. She nodded and Trowa set to work. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Tristia's POV
The young man just out side the fire ran over to the fire to the bathrooms. I hope he hurries, I don't feel do good. I lean on the bench for support. I must have infailed to much smoke because I can hear hacking and I'm starting to all foreward. I can hear him tell me to hold on, but I too tired. I loose contiousness, the last thing I remember seeing was him craddling me and telling me something...
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Trowa's POV
After getting the fire hose from the bath room, I use it to clear a path to where the girl is. She's on her knees coughing so I know I don't have much time. Once I finally get a path clear she falled to the ground uncontious. For some reason, I feel like she's apart of me somehow, so I tell that she can't die. She blinks one time then closes her. I check her pulse. She alive, but weak. Picking her up, I find that she's very light. If I take her to the hospital they might think that I hurt her. So I take her back to the circus with me. As we go, she shivers and I holder her close to me. Why do I feel so strongly about her? And why does she look like me? ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~