Summary: At long last Wilt is taken home, and by someone whose heart beats for him and him alone.
Rating: PG-13....if it gets written how it's supposed to it's gonna be R pretty soon
Disclaimer: Not mine....Craig's ...and all the Rasputina stuff belong's to Melora Creager and....the others. Valeria Rayne, and Monroe Cecelia is mine though!!! oo
A/N: First and foremost- I FINISHED MY PICTURE!( Which is why I haven't put this up earlier ;) And since I'm kinda proud of it, here be the URL I really hope the link works I feel like such a loser. I just figured out how terribly unoriginal this story is. To Kat and Nini- yes....you probably do know what's happening. I think I made it too obvious TT Oh well, I love writing this, so I suppose I can live with a bit of predictability. OMG! I kept imagining Wilt getting adopted just as I had written it. I kept thinking that it was actually in some episode, and then I figured out that it wasn't. I was so sad TT. It would be seriously awesome if all the fics were made into shows...but it would be kinda funny considering everyone has a different idea about Wilt's past. Anyway....I oughta write the actual story BAIBAI!
Covet:
Never Knowing's Like Knowing Too Much
"Oh honestly Monroe!" Valeria interjected. "There's no need to start off the night with such talk."
Wilt could sense something in Valeria's voice. It was not quite aggravation, and it was not quite sadness, but they were both hinted at. Monroe sighed and took a seat across from Wilt, and took a good look at him. Were Wilt not red his blush would have been very apparent. A grin spread across his face as the beautiful woman analyzed him.
Suddenly Valeria leaned down between the two, her face towards Monroe, one eyebrow raised.
"Please, darling. You are going to frighten him."
"If your insist." Monroe grinned lovingly at Valeria
Valeria stood beside the table a moment, examining her guest and her imaginary friend, waiting for Monroe to speak up again. As Wilt turned his head to face his pale owner, he smiled gently, assuring her that everything would be alright. With a similar smile on her face, Valeria left Wilt and Monroe to themselves.
As soon as Valeria out of hearing distance, a devious grin spread across Monroe's full lips. Her extraordinary yellow eyes cut right into Wilt him like razor blades on the wrists of the depressed. The amber orbs stared directly into the nervous imaginary friend's wide eye- while her lips barely indicated changes in expression. As a period of about a minute passed, her lips once again settled into what Wilt perceived to be her sort of signature smile. That minute, to him, had felt like an entire day. What did this woman hope to discover by staring at him? Was she searching for some flaw? Some inner flaw, perhaps- Wilt was quite aware of his many superficial defects. Swallowing hard, Wilt gathered the courage to question Monroe about her silent evaluation.
"Is-is there something that you are looking for?" Mumbled the tall imaginary friend, almost inaudibly.
"You seem to be very happy, are you happy?"
Wilt was puzzled by the question. Was she really just trying to figure out if he was happy? "Yes, I suppose I'm happy."
"Indeed, you seem happy. So, are you commonly this cheery?"
"Well, I try to keep on the sunny side. Why do you ask, just out of curiosity?"
Monroe's smile softened a bit, and though she still looked Wilt in the eye, her eyes did not seem as piercing as they had formerly been. Taking a deep breath, Monroe sat up strait and made herself comfortable.
"I ask you, Wilt- it is Wilt, isn't it?" Wilt nodded. "I ask you Wilt, because of Valeria."
"I'm not quite sure that I understand."
"I didn't expect you to. Valeria's very quiet about herself, I didn't even notice that she was ill until-" Monroe stopped mid-sentence. "I don't think I ought to be telling you about that quite yet. In any case, Valeria needs to be around someone happy, otherwise she gets rather ill."
"Is that what those pictures were?" Wilt butt in. Immediately he threw his hand over his mouth. He certainly had not intended to make known his knowledge of Valeria' mysterious illness.
Monroe nodded. "I see you know more than I thought. Maybe I should tell you about Valeria and me. I met Valeria at a time when I couldn't possibly be any happier. I had just been accepted into my dream school, I had just moved into a beautiful apartment- in any case, when we met, the two of us became friends very quickly. In a very short amount of time, she came to live with me in my apartment. The happier I was, the happier she was."
"I don't see what the problem was. If you were that happy, and you're still as happy as you seem to be, then why aren't you still living with her?"
"Oh Wilt, I don't imagine that would be difficult to figure out. Like many people my age, I go through stages of depression. My depression began with the death of my mother. Now, I know it's common for people's emotions to sort of rub off on their loved ones, but with Valeria, my emotions seemed to be amplified through her- to the point at the peak of my depression, she was nearly paralytic. Her other symptoms were quite strange as well. As her condition worsened, her skin began to, I guess you could say, die. It became sort of a green color, and it even began to crack apart in places."
Wilt recalled the picture, Valeria sitting naked in the chair, her skin had indeed been very strange. Still, the idea that this sort of thing could be related to emotions seemed a bit farfetched, even considering all that Monroe had told him. "Don't you think that something like this could just be some strange disease."
Nodding knowingly, Monroe continued. "I realize that this seems utterly ridiculous. Surely were I you listening to me, I wouldn't even bother to listen any more. However, we checked with every doctor we could find. Some doctors even shut the door on us upon seeing Valeria. I was surprised that she wasn't quarantined, or some such thing. No doctor could give us an explanation of what was wrong with her. Not one even knew where to start. One day, a young man crossed us while I was taking Valeria out for a walk. He had walked past us, but then quickly turned back. He grabbed Valeria by the shoulders and looked her right in the eyes, his words were strange, but they made a lot of sense to me. 'You're so sad,' he said to her, before turning to me and glaring. That was the most condemning look I had ever received. It was so frightening, that I nearly had to drag Valeria home as I ran. I sat and I thought very hard about what that strange man had said. It took a while, but it made sense. When I had been happy, Valeria had been even happier than I had, but when I got depressed-you know."
"That man-"
"What about him?"
"Well, did he really know something? I mean, what made you think about what he said."
"More than anything, Wilt, it was just the way that he looked at me. That look that he had quickly thrown in my direction was so intense that it really stuck with me. His words only popped into my head after I thought about the way he treated Valeria. I think that he knew her. I think that he knows exactly what was wrong with her. That made me think about what he had said."
Wilt's eyes had grown to the size of basketballs. He was leaning across the table, very close to Monroe now, and he was not even quite seated in his chair. With his mouth ajar, he waited for Monroe to continue.
"Anyway, after I discovered what was wrong with Valeria, I tried my best to make it better. I tried to be as happy as I could, and indeed Valeria began to heal. But, though I was outwardly happy, depression still lurked within me, in fact it does still today. So, I sent Valeria away. I made sure that she had a place to stay, and I told her to find someone who could restore her since I could not. Of course, it would ridiculous for me to alienate myself from my best friend entirely, so I still visit her."
"And what about the man?"
"To tell you the truth I think about him almost every day. I don't think I could find him though. The only thing I remember about him was that he was very tall and had eyes almost as icy as Valeria's. Well, I think that Valeria's coming back."
"Very quickly, who took all of those pictures?"
"Oh! Valeria took them actually. Photography was sort of her hobby."
Valeria entered the room carrying a very large bowl of pasta and several cups of sauce in her hands. Wilt hopped up to assist her, taking hold of the pasta bowl and setting it down carefully on the table.
"Thank you kindly, Wilt." Valeria took hold of the first cup and set it down, repeating this until there were different sauces set all around the pasta. "Well," Valeria sighed with a slight smile, "dinner is served."
Valeria took her seat between Wilt and Monroe, thinking it strange that neither of them talked as they scooped pasta onto their plates and began eating. At first, Valeria had thought it reasonable that they should be quiet as they ate, but their total silence, even towards her, seemed very odd.
"So, what did the two of you talk about while I was gone."
"Nothing special." Monroe responded cautiously, rendering her mouth useless with another large bit of spaghetti.
"Just getting to know each other better." Wilt felt terrible lying to his new owner. Yet he knew that it was not a good idea to bring up her illness quite yet. He had not even known her for a day. It hit him how unusual that was- not even a day and Wilt already knew this woman's best friend, her recent history, and some of the strange sort of things that people usually don't find out about until they've known someone for quite some time.
"I see." Valeria eyed her two friends again and realized that they would not speak again without her prompting them. "I am quite sorry that I took so long. This pasta took a great deal longer to cook than I expected it would. I do hope it tastes good."
"Mmm!" Monroe mouthed through her full mouth "Ith delithus!" Her cheeks turned bright red as both Valeria and Wilt laughed quietly.
"I really is good." Wilt added. "Thank you so much."
"It's no problem at all."
This sort of conversation continued for quite some time. Valeria sighed as she realized that there would be no more talking for the duration of dinner, and she had run out of useless things to talk about. Even as the meal came to an end and everyone helped Valeria clean up, no one spoke a single word.
As soon as all the dishes had been put away, the table had been cleaned and everything had been put in order, Monroe announced that she was leaving.
"I'll come and see you in a few weeks my love." She said to Valeria, throwing her arms around her and planted another kiss on her fair cheek. As she threw on her jacket, she approached Wilt and gave him an equally strong hug. "I suppose I'll be seeing you around here too. Take good care of her." Monroe looked quickly into Wilt's eye. She turned on her heel and said a final goodbye before exiting and shutting the door behind her.
It was in the early hours of the morning, and Wilt was soundly asleep in his new room. Wilt's room, however, was shared at the moment.
Valeria stood only a few feet from the foot of Wilt's bed, her trembling hands clutching the stack of photographs portraying her illness. She, like Wilt had been, was fixated on the picture of her sitting nude on the striped chair. Tears filled her light eyes, and slowly began to roll down her cheeks- and slipped off of her face onto the shiny surface of the photograph. Laying the picture aside, she searched the stack for another image only to find that it was missing. Crazily she flipped through the photo album, but never found what she searched for. She looked around the room, tears still streaking across her face. As she looked around Wilt's bed, she noticed the imaginary friend stirring. Her eyes widened as he slowly woke and looked at Valeria.
Wilt was filled with confusion- why was Valeria in his room, and more importantly, why was she crying? Wilt quickly scanned Valeria and noticed in her had the stack of pictures.
"I am so very sorry to wake you."
"It's okay. What's wro-"
"Please, Wilt, have you seen a picture anywhere around here? It is a picture of me and-"
Wilt reached into his pillow and pulled out the picture of Valeria that he had taken earlier. "I-is it this p-p-picture?"
"Oh yes!" Valeria began to cry loudly, taking the picture and holding it tightly to herself. "Thank you so very much for finding it, Wilt."
Wilt sat up and stood next to Valeria. He lay his hand on her shoulder and swallowed loudly. "I'm so sorry. You just looked so beautiful."
Valeria realized what Wilt was saying and turned her head up to look at Wilt. Her eyes were wide and red from weeping, and her hair was tousled from her frantic searching. The blue light of the moon made the young woman's skin glow in an almost inhuman way. Valeria's long, harsh breaths caused her breasts to squeeze tightly against her low-cut top. Wilt could not take his eyes off of this sad but lovely sight.
"Then I trust you know all about me."
Wilt simply looked at Valeria, a kind smile spreading from one side of his face to the other. A feeling of warmth ran throughout his entire body- and he almost felt it spread to Valeria as she returned the smile and stepped in close to him, her body making full contact with his. Allowing the photographs to fall down to the floor, Valeria pulled Wilt down so that her face was level with his and gently pressed her lips to his, holding him tightly to her. It was a good minute before either was able to break from the kiss.
Wilt wrapped his long arm around Valeria and brought her into another, slightly more open kiss. He felt the beautiful young woman's moan against his mouth and held her as tightly as she held him. Beginning to stand, Wilt made sure he had a firm grip on Valeria, and took a seat on the side of his bed. Valeria positioned herself firmly on Wilt's lap and pushed him back into a reclining position. She looked down at him and smiled happily.
To Be Continued
A/N: Please don't attack me with sharp objects cowers A) I know that I probably could have done better, and B) You all knew it was coming.....didn't you? I'm usually a smut writer, and well, this is about as clean as I get in terms of romance scenes. Psht, if I'm feeling really inspired I might do the full description of what happened between "They lay down" and "the next morning" and post it on AFF. I'm fairly sure no one wants to read that, but ANYWAY. So if you all want to flame me and tell me I'm a bad author with a sick mind....have at.
On a more important note, thank you soooo much to Mr. M7, RyoBeat, Super-Veggie-San, Kat and Nini, Cartoonsey DeJubbyjub, Rai Hiiragizawa-Gainsborough (Twice!! ), X2 Labyrinth, Sabertooth Kitty, Pokemongirl99, ckret2, and CoolBlue for reviewing! It's because of you that I keep writing!
P.S. I might not write for about a week. I'm in hardcore midterm study mode, but I'll update as soon as possible. Also, if anyone liked the art I did, I'm thinking of doing more. Any suggestions?
Anyway, toodles darlings!