Unheard Cries
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Hey, sorry it's been, oh awhile. Usually I update so much faster, but I got…preoccupied. Plus my angst inspiration died for a bit, but I'm okay now! Well enjoy and hope you like it. Please Review!!!!
I am only going to warn you once. This is a slash. Puerto/Lance love. So if you don't like that stuff, go now! It's my only warning. Also I don't own X-Eva. If I did, the romances would be different. And it would be a higher rated show.
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" Wait Lance, come take him back tam the infirmary. He needs medical attention. Please." Rogue pleaded, but it was useless.
" The hospital is closer and we don't need help from you anymore." Lance snapped, but turned around to face the hurt Rouge. " But, thank you Rogue." She was surprised but only gave a weak smile in return. Lance hopped in the jeep, setting Puerto in the passengers seat. Lance sped off towards the hospital with his mind shattered. He didn't know what to think right now, and he wasn't going to try to understand it. They once again sped off into the night, but this time it was with desperation and false hope.
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Chapter 2Lance shook his head heavily, not wanting to relive the accident. He felt responsible; he felt it should have been him in that bed. Lance glanced at the sleeping speed demon, memorizing every detail. He walked over to Pietro, dragging a chair with him, and sat next to the bed, near his companion's head. Pietro started to cringe a little from the pain. The senior's eyes fell. He lifted his hand and placed the back of his hand on the sophomore's cheek. He rubbed it gently, trying to sooth his pains.
Pietro leaned into the touch and relaxed Lance kept his hand there, fearing to wake him. A couple minutes later, Pietro's eyes slowly fluttered open. He looked up at Lance who was warily smiling at him.
"…" Pietro tried to say Lance's name, but nothing came out. "…" He tried again, but nothing, not even a whisper. Pietro grabbed the water on his bed stand, drinking heavily and for the third time tried to talk, but still nothing. The speed demon wrapped his delicate fingers around his throat, a fearful look on his face. Finally he looked up at Lance with his piercing sapphire eyes.
Lance looked in his eyes, knowing the information he seeked. " Pietro…" The intruding doctor cut him off.
" Ah, Mr. Maximoff, good to see you awake!" The doctor stated in a happy tone. He continued. " You're probably wondering what happened. Well, the chemical that covered you was and ordinary test substance. Not harmful to skin, but some got inside your throat and coated your voice box. It has left you mute I'm afraid." The doctor looked at the grief in the boy's eyes, so he continued quickly. " Hey, cheer up! Depending of how your body heals, it may wear off. You have a good chance of it happening. The wound in your thigh should heal and you should be able to regain your normal walking habits in a month or so. I gave Mr.Alvers your prescriptions. Your bags are packed I assume, so you're free to go when you please. Take it easy alright?" The doctor patted Pietro's shoulder. Pietro nodded and the doctor walked out of the room.
Pietro saw his bag and went to get up, but the moment he put his weight on his left leg, he went slamming to the floor. Lance jumped up, helping Pietro off the floor. Lance grabbed Pietro's bag and handed him some clothes. " Um…do you need any help?"
(No) Pietro mouthed while limping inside the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
A couple minutes later Pietro came out with his clothes changed and an upsetting look on his face.
" What is it Pietro?" Lance asked, hinting concern.
(My hair) Pietro mouthed, pointing up to his hair. It was scruffy and messed up. Pietro had always used his speed to give it the look he liked, but he was far too weak now to go to that speed. He didn't know how to do it any other way.
Lance couldn't help but laugh. He walked over to Pietro's slender body. He took his hands and ran them through the younger teens hair continuously until it was given its back look.
Pietro tightened at the touch at first, but soon after relaxed to the warmth it was giving him.
Lance finished making him look like his usual cocky speed demon self. Pietro glanced at the mirror and couldn't help but smile.
Lance grabbed everything and got a wheelchair. Pietro of coarse refused it. So, Lance coughed into his rough fist, giving the ground a small shake. Pietro fell back into the wheelchair. He grumbled at Lance, sticking out his tongue.
The rock tumbler pulled up his jeep and wheeled Pietro to it. He lifted the light teen gracefully into the passenger's seat, then throwing the bags in the back.
It was about five minutes down the road until Lance finally broke the silence. " Hey, umm…Piet…thanks." Pietro looked back, shocked. Lance could tell his confusion, not realizing he was thinking. " All I'm trying to say is that I shouldn't have been so reckless. Just…um…you know, thanks for saving me back there." Pietro's eyes downcast. " I just wish I knew why you did it though." The car swerved unintentionally by Lance, who quickly concentrated back on the road.
Pietro looked out the jeep's window, letting the wind blow against his pale face while hair danced around his burning sapphire eyes. His concentration increased as he lost track of the outside world. He got lost in his thoughts… He didn't know why he had saved Lance. It all was mixed into one big blur, but he remembered the intensity he had felt. He remembered his intentions. Seeing Lance, unknowing and defenseless, it tore him up inside. At that moment he would have done anything to save him, and it scared him. He had felt so much pain in his life. Trying to escape it by quick, intense pain sessions. The release gave him hope, but it could last forever, just like everything else. ' People will always be around, coming and going as they please, but each never realizing that nothing lasts forever, you have to let go eventually to the things you hold dearest. Love, friendship, and pain would all heal and then be forgotten in time.' For living by his own knowledge, he was always seen as the weak one, the one who was protected by his father, and the one who only cared about himself, and the one who ran away when it got tough. That was his image, what others say, not him. He didn't know why he gave a fuck about this world. Maybe it was because he had a bad childhood. Hell, maybe it was because he was feared what he knew and at the same time feared what he didn't. He was afraid of his past. Afraid of what had happened. Afraid of letting someone know. Afraid of it happening again. And afraid he couldn't scream out when it did. So many questions, only to be answered with more questions. He took him losing his voice as a sign. A sign that he was never meant to let anyone know this. That he had to keep it all to himself in fear of it happening again…forever. And it scared him to death.
" Hey Piet, we're here." Lance said, waking Pietro from his trance.
Pietro shook his head and quickly wiped away the liquid crystals that had formed in the brim outline of his eyes.
" Hey Pietro, you okay?" Lance asked, noticing the tears that stained his hands and eyes like blood.
Pietro plastered on a fake smile, but Lance could easily see right threw it. " Pietro, come on, you can tell me anything. What's going on?"
Pietro looked away after hearing the words spill out of Lance's unknowing mouth. His chocolate eyes burning into his. He had to get away, walk away, run away, anyway to be alone.
Lance swiftly stepped in front of Pietro, grabbing his clammy arms, so he was immobile. Lance brought his eyes up to find his. They burned the tips of them. He watched as the clear liquid freely streamed down the younger teens face. Lance was in shock. " Pietro? What's wrong?"
Pietro just closed his eyes and shook his head. " Pietro please, I want to help you." Lance rearranged his one hand so that it was around Pietro's waist, holding him close so he couldn't get away. He used his other hand to wipe away the flowing tears from his creamy, pale skin. " Please Pietro. Please don't cry. Tell me what's wrong, so I can help you. I will never let you be hurt again, whatever it is I will protect you."
Pietro's eyes went wide at his words. Lance had promised him protection from harm. It was such a tempting offer something he wanted desperately…something he needed mentally; physically. Pietro leaned into the touch of Lance around him. The warmth he felt, that passion that grew. He leaned in, tears still staining his cheeks. Their lips just centimeters apart.
Suddenly the front door swung open, revealing Fred and Todd. Lance kept his stare even though the distraction, but Pietro was looking away.
" Whoa." Todd exclaimed.
" Yeah." Fred added.
Lance gave Pietro one last stare and slowly let him go, the intensity from his eyes never once dying down. Pietro limped inside right passed Todd and Fred, who had spread apart for him. Lance grabbed Pietro's bag and the prescriptions. He threw them over his shoulder and marched inside.
Todd stepped in and questioned their leader. " Lance, were you about to…to…kiss Pietro?"
Lance only looked up, stunned slightly by the question. ' I almost kissed Pietro.' He thought to himself. " Fuck you Todd, you don't know what happened. It wasn't like that." He walked past his two teammates, slamming the door behind him, and leaving them outside. He continued to walk but then stopped on the stairs. He placed his free hand up to his lips and murmured under his breath ' I almost kissed Pietro.'
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Hey, how was that. I know it's a little confusing, but it will all make sense in time. Hope you liked it and I will try to update more. You all kept giving me reviews and I felt bad, I'm like ' wow they like it, and I'm not updating…damn.' So your reviews get me going. Although, the only reason I had time to update was because I had Starbucks coffee at 10 pm, so its now 2 am and I'm still going. Well, please REVIEW. I would highly appreciate it, that and it motivates me. Byes now!
~Suraka-chan~
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