Standard Disclaimer as in the first chapter. Don't own them and won't as
tragic as that is.
Dustin x Hunter pairing, as you should know by now.
Tears forced themselves on to Dustin's face as he looked at the ring in Hunter's hand. He whipped them away as they came. The ring was a simple gold band with a diamond in lay. Dustin still had not answered Hunter and he was starting to wonder if the tears were of joy or of sadness. He restrained his emotions fearing a bad response. Have I done this too soon? Is he going to say No? These thoughts raced through his head and he was trying to smile at his lover. However his emotions started to surface and Dustin noticed. He read peoples emotions like a book something he had been able to do since he was young. He reached out and pulled Hunter on to the bed, back into the position he had been in before. He had returned his head Hunter's chest. He could hear his heart racing. He smiled as his tears slowly started to spill onto Hunter's chest. "Do you love me that much?" Dustin asked as he returned to tracing circles on his future husbands stomach, something he could do forever. "Cause if you are not sure please don't hurt me, you know what happened with my family, I can't go back to feeling that pain." Dustin shuddered against his body. Hunter was unsure what to do. He wrapped his arm around him, "I would never hurt you and never would rush you," Hunter said his voice cracking under emotion's. Dustin noticed this as the sign he had waited for, a small cosmic sign. "I would love to become Dustin Bradley" Dustin said as he closed his eyes to drift off into a dream world. While he slept Hunter softly stroked his arm, smiling, think about the future. He loved Dustin like the rainforest loved rain. He grinned, he knew that was a bad analogy. Slowly he too drifted off to meet Dustin in the dream world, with only one thing left on his mind.
Dustin awoke to the sound of thunder and a flash of bright light. The room went black and he found himself alone. Not again, he thought to himself as he looked around. Dustin had hated thunderstorms since he was five when he nearly was struck by a lighting bolt. Dustin looked around the room, his warm brown eyes slowly adjusting to the night. Hunter was not beside him and this worried him. As he looked at the doorway he noticed a figure looming towards him. Another flash of blinding light and Dustin saw it was Hunter. He had a fearful look on his face a wide, evil grin from ear to ear. His eyes seemed to be filled evil. He was in his ninja outfit and his thunder blade was drawn. He slowly crept towards the former Yellow Wind Ranger. Each step seemed like an eternity to Dustin as the one he loved made him so afraid. Dustin attempted to move when he noticed a chain on each wrist, attaching him to the bed. He was about to scream when a bright light and deafen boom stopped him. Now there was another figure n his room. A older man, dressed in a black suit befitting a funeral. He blinked, the random flashes were screwing with his vision. He thought he was seeing his father. Why would my father be here and why is Hunter so scary looking, Dustin thought to himself. Suddenly a voice filled his head. "All little faggots should die!" The voice screamed into his head causing searing pain to shoot through him. He looked up as Hunter swung his blade at him. He blinked as it was right at his throat. Hunter's face now was emotionless, Dustin had seen this before. Three years earlier when Hunter couldn't remember that he was good. "All little faggots should die!" Dustin knew that voice, it belonged to someone he once thought loved him. It belonged to his father. Suddenly Hunter raised his blade as if to strike the defenseless Dustin when he in turn thrust it upon himself. Suddenly it felt as though he was stabbed as well. Dustin watched in horror as Hunter fell to the floor. It all went in slow motion. "I would never hurt you" the voice now entered Dustin's head. "I am sorry I scared you" Dustin could not fight the tears starting to flood him. He moved to reach Hunter still chained to the bed. "No faggot! You will watch as the person you care most about dies in front of you like you died in front of me when you told me you were a cocksucker." The voice was low and dangerous. Dustin couldn't move. Slowly he raised his head and stared at his father. Another flash of the heat lighting and he was gone. Yet Hunter still laid bleeding on the floor. The blade sticking through his back. Dustin cried as he was helpless to do anything. He screamed into the night though no one came. He was forced to watch as Hunter drew in his final breath.
Okay short chapter. Drama, love, fear , angst, these make a story. See you in Chapter three.
Dustin x Hunter pairing, as you should know by now.
Tears forced themselves on to Dustin's face as he looked at the ring in Hunter's hand. He whipped them away as they came. The ring was a simple gold band with a diamond in lay. Dustin still had not answered Hunter and he was starting to wonder if the tears were of joy or of sadness. He restrained his emotions fearing a bad response. Have I done this too soon? Is he going to say No? These thoughts raced through his head and he was trying to smile at his lover. However his emotions started to surface and Dustin noticed. He read peoples emotions like a book something he had been able to do since he was young. He reached out and pulled Hunter on to the bed, back into the position he had been in before. He had returned his head Hunter's chest. He could hear his heart racing. He smiled as his tears slowly started to spill onto Hunter's chest. "Do you love me that much?" Dustin asked as he returned to tracing circles on his future husbands stomach, something he could do forever. "Cause if you are not sure please don't hurt me, you know what happened with my family, I can't go back to feeling that pain." Dustin shuddered against his body. Hunter was unsure what to do. He wrapped his arm around him, "I would never hurt you and never would rush you," Hunter said his voice cracking under emotion's. Dustin noticed this as the sign he had waited for, a small cosmic sign. "I would love to become Dustin Bradley" Dustin said as he closed his eyes to drift off into a dream world. While he slept Hunter softly stroked his arm, smiling, think about the future. He loved Dustin like the rainforest loved rain. He grinned, he knew that was a bad analogy. Slowly he too drifted off to meet Dustin in the dream world, with only one thing left on his mind.
Dustin awoke to the sound of thunder and a flash of bright light. The room went black and he found himself alone. Not again, he thought to himself as he looked around. Dustin had hated thunderstorms since he was five when he nearly was struck by a lighting bolt. Dustin looked around the room, his warm brown eyes slowly adjusting to the night. Hunter was not beside him and this worried him. As he looked at the doorway he noticed a figure looming towards him. Another flash of blinding light and Dustin saw it was Hunter. He had a fearful look on his face a wide, evil grin from ear to ear. His eyes seemed to be filled evil. He was in his ninja outfit and his thunder blade was drawn. He slowly crept towards the former Yellow Wind Ranger. Each step seemed like an eternity to Dustin as the one he loved made him so afraid. Dustin attempted to move when he noticed a chain on each wrist, attaching him to the bed. He was about to scream when a bright light and deafen boom stopped him. Now there was another figure n his room. A older man, dressed in a black suit befitting a funeral. He blinked, the random flashes were screwing with his vision. He thought he was seeing his father. Why would my father be here and why is Hunter so scary looking, Dustin thought to himself. Suddenly a voice filled his head. "All little faggots should die!" The voice screamed into his head causing searing pain to shoot through him. He looked up as Hunter swung his blade at him. He blinked as it was right at his throat. Hunter's face now was emotionless, Dustin had seen this before. Three years earlier when Hunter couldn't remember that he was good. "All little faggots should die!" Dustin knew that voice, it belonged to someone he once thought loved him. It belonged to his father. Suddenly Hunter raised his blade as if to strike the defenseless Dustin when he in turn thrust it upon himself. Suddenly it felt as though he was stabbed as well. Dustin watched in horror as Hunter fell to the floor. It all went in slow motion. "I would never hurt you" the voice now entered Dustin's head. "I am sorry I scared you" Dustin could not fight the tears starting to flood him. He moved to reach Hunter still chained to the bed. "No faggot! You will watch as the person you care most about dies in front of you like you died in front of me when you told me you were a cocksucker." The voice was low and dangerous. Dustin couldn't move. Slowly he raised his head and stared at his father. Another flash of the heat lighting and he was gone. Yet Hunter still laid bleeding on the floor. The blade sticking through his back. Dustin cried as he was helpless to do anything. He screamed into the night though no one came. He was forced to watch as Hunter drew in his final breath.
Okay short chapter. Drama, love, fear , angst, these make a story. See you in Chapter three.