Yello dudems!! Its me again with another great chappie…I hope. So read…hope you like it. And review!! Reviews are great! I need reviews! So ya get the hint? So I was listening to Silver and Cold by AFI while I wrote this chappie. It's the best song ever! You have to hear it! Tari knows what I'm talking bout here. So I decided to name this chappie Silver and Cold. Right, well on to the story.
Smiley Joe- LoL. Steph likes you now. I got it from the movie Spirited Away. Best movie!! I loved her name so I decided that's what I wanted my character's name to be. And I decided since in the movie her second name was Sen then that could be Shahero's nickname. Well thanks for the review. Later days LoL! That's on the Weekenders!! I love the weekenders!! Lor rules!! Happy Reading!!
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Disclaimer: Alright I don't own beyblade, unfortunately cause I would love to own Kai, Tala or Johnny would be nice too…but I don't…*sigh* the cold hard truth. Ok then, I don't own Eternity. She was created by the great Faith-007…*waves*…and I can't forget Zimo!! She created Russia…poor, poor Russia.
Chapter 5: Silver And Cold
Shahero sighed sadly. She had been walking around the small town of Bakuten for hours. It was three o'clock in the morning. She fiddled with her charm bracelet like she always does when she thinks of her parents. Shahero was still thinking about the incident in the park. She knew she would forgive Eternity. She didn't even feel angry with her now. Eternity probably needed to tell somebody and he was the closest person.
It had started to rain a while ago, but it hadn't even affected Shahero. She still walked around with her hoody tied loosely around her hips. Her t-shirt and jeans was soaked and clung to her slim form. Water dripped down her face, mixing with her unshed tears. Her hair was wet and clung to her forehead and the nape of her neck. It dripped down her arms and ran off her fingers onto the wet pavement.
She was still humming softly to herself. Singing helped her. It calmed her nerves. "Your sins into me. Oh, my beautiful one. Your sins into me. As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer. And I'll beg for forgiveness. Your sins into me. Oh, my beautiful one."
Finally she looked up from staring at her feet. She looked around, trying to see where she was. She didn't recognize this part of town. All along the road there were dark alleyways. She guessed it wasn't a place she wanted to be at this time. She stopped.
"Light, like the flutter of wings, feel your hollow voice rushing into me. As you're longing to sing. So I…I will paint you in silver, I will wrap you in cold. I will lift up your voice as I sink."
She was standing under a street lamp. It flickered as if the light bulb was going to burn out sometime soon. Her shadow stretched out behind her. Then she heard something. It was a faint sound, but Shahero heard it. She spun around. No one was there. She had just passed an alleyway. It would have been easy for someone to hide there.
Shahero just shook her head. Was she being paranoid? Or was there really someone following her. She decided to just keep all her senses alert but she should relax. She started to sing again, but her voice was shaky.
"Your sins into me. Oh, my beautiful one. Your sins into me, whoa. As a rapturous voice escapes, I will tremble a prayer. And I'll beg for forgiveness. Your sins into me."
"We meet again." A deep voice rumbled. She spun on her heel and her eyes narrowed to slits. She posed her self so she was ready to defend herself if need be. She studied the guy before her.
He was leaning lazily on the lamp post with his arms crossed over his chest. His tight black wife beater showed all of his muscles and his tattoo filled arms. His long silvery-white hair was tied in a ponytail at the nape of his neck. His cold crimson eyes made her shiver, as he looked her up and down, taking in her appearance. His thin lips were twitched up into a cruel smirk.
"Again?" She questioned with raised eyebrows.
"I know you." He answered simply.
"Well I don't." She countered icily. A malicious chuckle escaped his lips as he took a step toward her. She took a few steps back to keep her distance.
"Afraid?" He asked. His eyes danced with amusement at her discomfort. She snorted.
"Not even close." She answered defiantly, crossing her arms over her chest. Like hell she was going to admit it. He chuckled again.
"Your brother was defiant too. Always was arrogant. That's what almost got him killed." Her eyes darkened and she growled.
"You don't know my brother." She hissed coldly, eyes growing darker by the second. He chuckled. What was with this guy anyways? Did he find her amusing? Was she some type of comedy show for him?
"Oh how wrong you are little one. Oh how wrong you are." Her temper was rising. Little one? She scowled deeply at him. She didn't even know the guy and he already knew how to push her buttons. She decided to get to the point.
"What do you want?" She asked, dark sapphire blue eyes filled with annoyance. The guy started walking around her, like she was his prey. His eyes were filled with something, but she didn't know what. Finally he spoke.
"You know you look like your mother." He stated thoughtfully.
"Really? If you know me so well what's my name?" He laughed, an dark, evil laugh.
"Shahero." Shahero tried to hold in her surprise.
"Family?"
"Ayumi, Hiroshi, Ethan, and Eric Kaeto. I know their middle names if you want that to. I know that you and Ethan never got along. I know that you were eight years old when your parents died and I know how. And I know that your brother is alive." He added smugly. Shahero choked. What was she supposed to do? This guy seemed like some kind of stalker.
"But that's not all. I know almost everything about you Shahero. I know even your deepest, darkest secrets." Shahero suddenly noticed the guy was pretty close to her. He was in arms reach. She was about to take a few steps back when he grabbed wrists and pulled her to him. His smirk widened and he leaned down.
"You know, your mom was a pretty little thing." He whispered in her ear, his hot breath sent a cold shiver up her spine. She started to struggle but his grip tightened and she gave a small cry of pain. "Your not that bad looking yourself, you could be a bit more curvy but you'll do. Besides, I need you." He chuckled. He moved one of his hands down her side and rested it on her hip, using one hand to grip her small wrists. She gasped and struggled harder.
"Lemme go." She cried out in pain. He shook his head and made a sound of disapproval.
"I would've expected the great Shahero Saiko Kaeto to be stronger then that. But I guess your nothing more than a weakling." Her temper flared.
"Weakling?! I'm no weakling Mr. Whatever the hell your name is! I started to train in jujitsu at the age of five!" Her eyes were black, pure black. "I don't even know you!" She continued. "And yet you seem to know a lot about me, you stalker! Who the hell are you?"
"I'm surprised you don't remember me. Think little one, think." She hesitated before staring strait into the man's cold, blood coloured eyes. As much as she wanted to turn away she couldn't. She needed to find out who the man was. And what better way then to study his eyes. Then it all came flooding back.
~~~~~~~~~~Flashback~~~~~~~~~~
Shahero's small, six-year-old form sat comfortably in Ricky's lap. China and Hiroku had gone out, leaving Ricky to baby sit Shahero. Ricky had earlier planned to go to the gang's club. He was one of the top gang members so he had to be there. He was left with no choice but to bring his little sister. Not that he really cared. His little sister was always so fun to be around because she was like a younger version of him. He didn't have to worry about sheltering her either because she never really paid any attention to what they talked about. Just giver her some crayons and paper and she was happy.
Ricky sat at a table with five of his friends. Shahero's brow was furrowed together in concentration. She was trying to draw Ethan. Finally she looked up and shoved the paper into his hands. He looked at the messy drawing of Ethan with a curly moustache and ugly black teeth and smirked. He had a small head and a big, fat body and his glasses were drawn extra big with eyes that were little black dots in the middle. He was wearing a chequered shirt and pants that were pulled up way to high. He laughed at the picture and ruffled her ebony hair.
"This is great." He said to her. He showed the picture to the rest of his friends. Soon everyone was laughing, even Kohaku who almost never laughed. She smiled proudly. She grabbed some more crayons and continued to draw some more random pictures.
After a while an alarm sounded. Shahero looked up at her brother with curious eyes.
"What's wrong Ricky?" She asked. Ricky looked down at her with concerned onyx orbs. He picked her up and handed her to Mark, one of his friends.
"Guard her with your life." He said sternly. Mark nodded. Shahero watched with confused eyes as her older brother left, leaving her with Mark. Shahero heard screaming and gunshots. She covered her ears with small hands and buried her face in Mark's shoulder.
She looked up as a shadow fell over them. She stared up into dark, dangerous, crimson eyes. Mark started to fall and she screamed as he let her go. The red-eyed man caught her. She opened her tightly closed eyes and stared down at Mark. A wet, red liquid covered his back. Blood. She screamed again. She whimpered and covered her eyes as tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.
"What is a little girl doing here?" The teen called out, eyes never leaving the small girl in his arms.
"You better let me go, or my brother will hurt you." She said lamely. The man's eyes filled with amusement.
"And who's your brother?"
"Ricky." The guy chuckled. The little girl didn't know what she just got herself into.
"Hey guys! I've found a little something that might help us!"
"Myles!" An angry voice called out. Shahahero looked up as she heard her brother's voice. He swiftly walked up to the pair. "Let her go or I will be forced to kill you." He hissed.
"Ricky!" She called out happily and reached out to him. His eyes were filled with hatred for the man she assumed was Myles. The man's body shook with laughter as he gripped Shahero tighter in his hold.
"Now why would I do that? Keeping her would be much more fun." Shahero frowned.
"Put me down!" She demanded, pointing to the floor with a tiny finger. The guy laughed harder. Ricky punched the guy in the face, hard. Myles landed on the soft carpet with an 'oomph'. Shahero wriggled in his grasp, finally breaking free when he landed on the carpet. She crawled over to Ricky's leg and buried her face in the jeans, she gathered a fistful of the material in each hand as she clung onto him. Ricky grabbed her cradled her in his arms and turned to leave while the guy was still on the floor nursing his face.
"I'm going to bring you to Riley. She'll take you home." He whispered reassuringly to his shaking sister. She just nodded helplessly.
"That man was scary." She whispered to him.
"Nah. He's nothing big bro can't handle." He said confidently, giving her a warm smile. She giggled.
"Hey Riley!" Her brother called out to the bartender, cowering behind the bar. The tall girl jumped up.
Her long black hair was highlighted dark and light purple and tied up in a loose bun. Her normally warm cinnamon eyes were slightly tinted with fear that soon turned to surprise as she looked down at Shahero's glassy sapphire blue eyes and tear stained face. She adjusted her black leather mini skirt and matching jacket quickly.
"You brought her here? Ricky what the fuck was going through your head?" She asked. Ricky's eyes narrowed at her and he grunted.
"How the hell was I supposed to know they were gonna attack?"
"You should never bring her here. You know that! It's way too dangerous for someone so young. She can't even stick up for herself!" Riley argued. Ricky growled. Shahero winced as another gunshot was sounded, followed by an angry shout and the ground started to shake. Her soft cries broke the two's heated argument and Riley immediately took the crying girl into her arms.
"What did you want?" She asked in between trying to stop Shahero's tears.
"Take her home." Ricky stated with simply. Riley nodded quickly and headed for the back door.
"You better be careful Rick, Shahero needs her big bro." She called over her shoulder. Ricky couldn't answer; he was busy fighting off Myles. Shahero stared at the fighting pair over Riley's shoulder.
"I will find your little sister Eric! And when I do, I will not hesitate to harm her!" The angry teen shouted.
~~~~~~~~~~End Flashback~~~~~~~~~~~
Shahero gasped. Ricky had come home. He kept a close eye on her from then on, especially outside. Shahero had ended up forgetting the whole incident and moved on with her carefree life, or at least carefree until the fire.
"I meant what I said." Hw whispered harshly, his lips hovering over hers. "Only then it was different. Then you were young. Now your older, and I can hurt you in a different, more pleasureful way," he paused. "For both of us, if you don't resist."
"Drop dead!" She spat angrily. He made another sound of disapproval.
"I don't think you are in any position to insult me, do you?" he said, running a hand through her wet and tangled hair, yanking it back roughly.
"I can insult you anyway I want, anytime I want asshole. And don't touch me." He grabbed her face and forced his lips on hers in a demanding kiss. Shahero struggled against his hold and tried to turn her head to the side but his hand held her head in place. He ran his tongue along her bottom lip asking for entrance. She screamed against his lips and his tongue dipped into her mouth. As soon as she could she bit down hard. She tasted the coppery blood running down her throat. Myles pulled away from her immediately.
"Bitch!" He shouted angrily before he backhanded her across the face. She fell to the ground and groaned as she rubbed her sore face. He was on her in seconds, straddling her hips and pinning her arms above her head.
"Rape!" She screamed at the top of her lungs. "Rape!" She continued to scream as his mouth moved down her jaw to her neck. He took one of his hands and covered her mouth, leaving the other one to keep her arms above her head.
"Can't rape the willing sweetie." Myles mumbled against her neck.
"Do I look willing to you?" She hissed dryly. She cried out in pain as his teeth sunk down into the soft flesh. She screamed in anger, bit his hand and kneed him in the groin. He gave a small grunt of pain and she pushed him off. She scrambled to stand up but he grabbed her ankle and she fell again. As he pulled her over to him she used her free foot to kick him in the face. There was a sickening crack as the bones of his nose shattered. He screamed in rage and clutched his bleeding nose.
She ran, as fast as her legs could carry her, which was pretty fast. She was still screaming rape as she heard footsteps behind her, but there were more then one. She risked a glance over her shoulder and saw a group of men following her. 'He has a gang. Great just my luck. What the hell did I ever do to you?' she thought as she glared up at the heavens.
"Shahero!" someone called out. It wasn't a male voice, but a female voice. She stared ahead of her and saw Russia standing in front of a large house, cell phone in hand.
"Russia go home!" Shahero called out desperately, looking over her shulder at the gang of men catching up to her. Russia motioned to the house.
"Come on." She said firmly and started running up the long driveway. Shahero hesitated. She would be putting Russia in danger if she followed her inside the house.
"I can't!" Shahero declined.
"Shahero get yar ass up here, now!" She called angrily, holding the door open. Shahero sighed but decided to follow. She ran up the driveway and through the front door. She skidded to a halt on the marble floor, panting for breath. Russia quickly locked the door behind her.
"This isn't the end Kaeto! You better watch your ass cause I'll be back!" She heard Myles call angrily from outside. Shahero collapsed to the floor, shaking with sobs.
"Come on." Russia said quietly. Shahero got up and followed Russia upstairs to her room. Russia closed the door and sat on the bed. Shahero sat down beside her.
"This is a big house ya got here." Russia just shrugged.
"It's me grandda's." Russia said emotionlessly. Shahero nodded.
"It's like this with me and Steve. He buys me whatever I want to get me off his back." Russia gave her a questioning glance. "That's what your grandpa does right?" Russia just nodded.
"Yeah." She added quietly. She got up and walked over to the bathroom. "Be righ' back." She locked the door behind her.
Russia was still in the bathroom a good twenty minutes later. Shahero decided to make sure she was ok. She walked over to the door and knocked softly.
"Hey Rush, your not dead are ya?" Shahero listened patiently but didn't hear a reply. "Russia I wanna tell you something. Its real important and no one knows bout it." Shahero said, a little uncertain about what she was about to tell this girl that she hardly knew.
"Why me?" Was the faint reply from behind the door.
"Cause I think you'll understand." Shahero answered sadly. She heard a click as Russia unlocked the door. She stood back and waited for her to open the door. It opened slowly.
Russia stood in the doorway, her eyes slightly glazed, her sleeve was rolled up and a rope was tied around her upper arm causing her arm to take on a purplish hue. She held an empty but used syringe in her other hand. Russia unwrapped the rope, threw it on the floor behind her and rolled her sleeve down. She threw the syringe into the garbage bin as she passed. Her skin turned back into its normal porcelain white colour.
Shahero gasped. "You do heroin?" She asked quietly. Russia just shrugged.
"Sure. Wha' was it ya wanted ta talk bout?" Russia asked. They both went to sit on the bed. Shahero sighed and lay back, cushioning her head in her arms.
"My past." She whispered.
"Alrigh'." Russia said uncertainly.
"You still wonderin why?" Russia nodded slowly. "I read something in your eyes, something that made me think that you were hiding something from everybody, I guessed something bout your past, like me." She paused looking up at Russia to see if she understood what she said. "Let's make a deal," Shahero continued. "I'll tell ya bout my past, then you can tell me bout yours. If you don't wanna I understand but I just…I dunno. I need to tell someone and I think you'll understand what I went through and am going through."
An uncertain silence fell over the two as Russia considered what Shahero had offered.
"I dunno…" Russia said.
"Like I said, if ya don't wanna its fine with me. I mean that's your personal space. It's your decision." Finally Russia nodded.
"Alrigh'" She agreed. "But, first I wanna ask ya someting."
"Shoot."
"Why da fuck where dose assholes after ya?" Shahero shifted uncomfortably. She didn't think she would be so uncomfortable with telling her.
"Umm… the leader has something against my brother."
"An' dey were after ya cause?"
"They wanna get back at my brother using me I guess. The leader, the one with the long silver hair and red eyes, was enemies with my brother and my brother's gang. So one night my brother had to babysit me but the gang had scheduled a meeting. My brother ended up bringing me, and that same night the gang attacked my brother's. Orlando, that's the leader's name, had found me after killing the guy who was protecting me. Me, being the stupid kid I was told him if he didn't let me go my brother would hurt him. Then when I told him who my brother was he was talking bout kidnappin me. But then my brother came and punched the guy in the face. He gave me to one of the girls in the gang and she drove me home. My brother came home though he wasn't killed, but I guess Orlando didn't die either." Shahero chuckled. "Pretty long story huh?"
"Yeah." Russia was quiet for most of the time.
"Your not comfortable with this are you?" Shahero asked. Russia just shrugged.
"A little." She admitted. Shahero nodded in understanding.
"I'll start, but I have ta warn ya. My past ain't no beer and a cigarette." Shahero said with a smirk. Russia couldn't help but laugh.
"Alrigh'," Russia paused. "Dat's someting new." Shahero laughed.
"Yeah, kinda just came up with it now. You know how when ya have a beer and a cigarette its like relaxing and having a great time at a party?" Russia nodded with a slight smirk. "Well that's how I kinda thought of it." She explained. They laughed.
"Cool." Shahero felt Russia was starting to warm up to her and it made her feel a lot more comfortable.
"So umm, are your parents still alive?" Shahero asked timidly, hoping not to re-open old wounds. She inwardly sighed in relief as Russia nodded.
"Doesn't sound too bad at da moment." Russia added in a low voice, almost inaudible. Shahero raised an eyebrow but continued with what she was going to say.
"Your lucky." She stated simply.
"That's wha' ya tink." Russia mumbled again.
"What do I think?" Shahero decided to question her.
"I'd rather be an orphan. At least I wouldn't get beatin's" Russia said angrily. 'Mood swings. You can't have drugs without mood swings.' Shahero thought sadly.
"I was eight when my parents died in the fire. I had two brothers. Ricky, he was sixteen at the time, died in a gang war he left to prepare for in the mornin, that's what I think anyway cause he never came to find me. Then there's Ethan. He was twenty-five. He's still alive and has a kid and a lovin wife. I would be stayin with him right now but I never got along with him as a kid so I refused to stay with him." Shahero studied Russia's face.
"Ya parents and ya were close?" Shahero nodded.
"Very." She showed Russia the charm bracelet. "This is about the only thing I have to remember my mom by. Dad taught me jujitsu at five. It was a young age to start but I was different. My and Ricky would wrestle all the time. My mom was normally cooking or cleaning so we didn't spend much time together but we were still pretty close." Russia was quiet.
"Yar life don' look too bad. Why do ya tink I would understand?" Russia said, a frown gracing her lips.
"This is just the beginnin. After the fire my life took one hell of a turn. I went from havin a good, laid back life to a painful and lonely life." Russia's eyebrows rose in questioning. "I hate hospitals. I hate nurses. I hate doctors." Shahero said darkly.
"Yeah. Dey can all rot in hell for all I care." Russia said with a small smirk. "Da't ain't a bad idea." Shahero looked up, a small smile on her face but her eyes were serious, void of humour and glazed with the pain from the memories.
"I tried to escape from the hospital twice before I was fully healed. I ran in and tried to save my parents but a piece of wood fell on me. I was sent to and an orphanage after I was healed. They didn't give a flying fuck bout where these kids went to live. This dude who killed his wife and daughter adopted me. I don't know why he adopted another kid but it was prolly to have someone to take his anger out on."
"He beat ya then." Russia stated quietly. Shahero nodded.
"I would come home every day to the smell of beer and the sound of him thrashin around, throwin things and shatterin vases and dishes. I would be expected to clean it up after he would beat me. He would have his friends over most nights for poker. As I grew older I would come in the room, he would call me of course, and I could fell their hungry eyes staring at me. I stayed out later at nights and left early in the mornin's. I would normally come home in the early hours of the mornin. I hoped if I was out late enough I would be able to escape the beatin's for at least a day. Not true. No matter how late I stayed out he always seemed to be there, waiting for me."
"He was drunk most of da time?" Russia asked.
"Almost always. If not drunk, high. One night when I went to my room, after the beatin, and I found one of his friends waitin there. He tried to rape me. I threw him out the window." Shahero was interrupted by Russia's laughter.
"Ya threw 'em out da window?" Russia asked in between fits of laughter. Shahero's lips twitched upwards into a smirk.
"Yeah. Too bad he didn't die."
"How old were ya?"
"Twelve I think." Russia nodded. "I left when I was thirteen. He insulted my parents and I shot him in the shoulder. I ran away and snuck onto a plane that took me to Canada."
"Wha' was his name? Where did he live?"
"Eoin, and Ireland." Russia froze.
"Ireland?" Shahero nodded. Russia took a deep breath. "I used ta live in Ireland." Shahero nodded.
"Cool."
"Wha' bout ya?"
"Japan." Russia nodded.
"So wha' did ya do in Canada?"
"I stayed at a friend's house."
"How long?"
"About two months." Russia nodded. "I left after two months and snuck onto another plane. This time I came here, the US. I was found walkin in the streets and takin to an orphanage. They actually cared enough to lemme get adopted by descent people. The wife was goin to die of cancer in bout two months and she never could have children so she wanted to adopt one before she died. The husband was always away on business trips or stayin up late at work and leavin early in the mornin, I never found out what he does. The wife stayed home all day and we looked after each other. It was prolly the happiest two months of my life, since the fire. Then the wife died. I'm guessin the dude was gonna send me back to the orphanage but in the wife's will, she asked him to keep me and treat me like their very own daughter. Would've treated their daughter like shit then. He wasn't abusive but he was never home and we moved a lot. He bought me my two dogs, Killer and Diablo to keep me company. Finally I was able to convince him to buy me my own home so I wouldn't have ta move. Which brings me here, to Bakuten." Russia had listened carefully to Shahero's story.
"Why?" She asked finally.
"What?" Shahero asked, puzzled.
"Why here? Why Bakuten?" Shahero gave a small chuckle.
"My cousins, Eternity and Nevada live here. Ya met Eternity earlier." Russia nodded. "So, your turn. We agreed." Russia just shrugged, a depressed look crossing over her features.
"I'll keep it short. Me da was in an accident when I was eight an' has brain damage an' needs a wheelchair. Me ma is an alcoholic an' beats me. Me ma is too depressed 'n' leaves me wit me da so I miss a lot a school. I was sent ta live here wit me grandda while me ma is in rehab. Me da was sent ta a home. Me grandda don't give a shit bout me 'n' life is crap." Russia finished, her voice monotone and blank, void of any emotion. Shahero nodded.
"I know. I understand Russia."
"I don't want sympathy." Russia said with a growl.
"I never was." Shahero answered. "Just sayin I understand. We both got crap ass lives, but we gotta deal with it. I am."
"An' so am I." Russia answered bluntly.
"But why drugs." Shahero asked quietly. Russia just shrugged.
"D'ey help." She stated simply. Shahero sighed. There was no point arguing with Russia, if it helped her then Shahero would leave her alone.
"It was like three o'clock. Why were ya out?" Shahero asked curiously, remembering the time.
"I heard sreamin an' decided ta come check it out."
"Oh."
"I was bout ta call da cops but didin't have ta." Shahero nodded.
"Thanks." Shahero said softly, staring straight into Russia's mysterious Jade green orbs. Russia shrugged.
"Whatever." Shahero sighed heavily.
"Well at least our secrets out. I feel better." Russia nodded in agreement.
"Ya can stay over tonight I guess. Not like ya wanna go back out dere." Russia offered. Shahero nodded. Russia hitched her thumb at the dresser. "Dere's some pj's in dat. Ya can borrow some."
Shahero looked down at herself. Her clothes were wet, muddy, and had grass stains on them. Her jeans were ripped at her right thigh, exposing her pale skin and her knees were caked in dirt. Her hair was still wet and had pieces of grass in it and some water dripped on the floor. Her shoes had splattered blood on them from when she kicked Myles' nose. Blood dripped down her shoulder from where Myles bit her and got soaked up by her shirt.
Shahero walked quietly over to the drawer and searched through the drawers. Her eyelids were already starting to drop. Quickly pulling out a pair of shorts and an oversized t-shirt she walked into the bathroom adjoining the large room and changed. She felt uncomfortable because she was dirty. Her head popped out of the bathroom door.
"Hey Rush, can I take a shower?" Russia just shrugged.
"Don't matter ta me."
"Thanks." Shahero said gratefully. Shahero was so tired she almost fell asleep in the shower.
After a long shower Shahero waltzed back into the room feeling refreshed and ready for bed. She stared at the side of the bed she was laying on when her and Russia were talking and saw that it was dirty.
"Sorry bout that." She said to Russia and pointed to the bed.
Russia was already in her night clothes and was tucked under the covers, lying on her side facing Shahero. Russia shrugged.
"Who cares?" She said, her voice thick with fatigue. Shahero yawned, causing Russia to yawn. Then they laughed. "Guess it's contagious." Russia said with a grin. Shahero laughed.
"Yup. Looks like it. So where am I sleepin?" Russia pointed to the wall on her right side.
"Ya can sleep in de room beside me, if ya want." Shahero nodded.
"I'll see ya in the morning then."
"Yeah." And with that, Shahero walked out of the room, closing the door softly behind her.
She walked into the room beside Russia's and walked swiftly over to the bed. Pulling the covers away she slipped in and fell into a troubled sleep.
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That's the end of the fifth chappie! So what the hell does Myles want? You'll find out soon enough. So now you know Shahero's dark past. Sucks eh? So review!! Reviews are always good. The more reviews the more I'm inspired so don't forget to review!!
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