A. Note: I actually though this is a good idea right now, this story. Though it might be a little odd on some parts, but it's something of an interesting plot. Lots of damn fluff, gotta stop myself one of these days. Anyways, please read and review, I'd appreciate it. Also, check out some of my other stories, PLEEEAAASEEE!!!???? And leave reviews! (My friend keeps telling me just to beg, said it would work)
Entry 2
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Everything was so dark and unfamiliar, a whirlpool of crepuscule and perplexity. But at the same time, it felt unbelievably warm. She had not felt such lukewarm serenity in such a long time. She yearned to reach her hand and grasped at something real, to return to reality, to seek that warmness. Her conscious had already been achieved, but the rest of her body didn't seem to oblige with her mind.
It was one of the most odd and frustrating moments in a person's sleep. The mind was wide awake, aware of the surroundings, yet the body could not respond. A person could literally feel themselves try to motivate their body to move.
She struggled against the darkness, she didn't like the darkness, and hoped beyond hope that she could see the light.
Her eyes flew open.
The girl immediately tried to sit up, but did not find enough strength to do so. She felt as if her heart rate was going beyond the speed of a hur'gil sleruch.
She willed herself to breathe slower, to become calm. Surprisingly, she found herself doing it with ease, the warm feelings supporting her mind.
Now that her mind eased, she began to circumspect her surroundings. Unfortunately, her eyes did not seem to have adapted to the light just of yet, and she squinted as her retinas reacted to the rays.
But despite the obscurity of her vision, the girl still tried to evaluate the place she was in. The room was extremely foreign. She had not seen anything similar in her entire life. There were oddities everywhere, at least as she could tell.
An odd, rectangular object was blinking near her, with some strange lines that were possibly the formation of words. She couldn't make anything of it.
A very pleasant relief was the grandiose scent of no sterilizations. The foul odor and the smell of disinfections were gone, and the girl wanted to praise her goddess for the blessing.
Her fingers tingled with the smooth, delicate texture of the sheets that covered her body, providing her with the warmth she felt so unaccustomed to. Her head was also on some cushy, soft item that made her feel sleepy again, but she knew she needed to get up. Who knows where she was.
She laid there for minutes, and soon found herself able to wiggle her toes and shift her fingers. She had been closing her eyes, and so when reopened them, she could focus her vision.
Groggily, she managed to push herself up bit by bit, until her entire back was straight and her body was in a sitting position.
The girl now knew why she felt so weak and drained: the lights weren't natural, and offered no solar power for her system.
Her eyes were still weary and lethargic, and so she instinctively used her hands to rub them.
"Hey! You're awake!"
The sudden voice had shocked her so much that she almost screamed, but because her vocal cords were so unused over a period of time, she could only stifle a few coughs.
She had also visibly flinched, jumped, and went into a temporary stasis of 'frozen on the spot'. She had at the same time removed her hands to see the source of the voice, and found herself staring into the eyes of an amiable face. The kind of face she had not seen for a long, tedious, gruesome long time.
The girl had instinctively brought the sheets to her cover half her face, as a line of defense that she knew was completely silly. But currently, she was hapless without any strength at all.
Her reaction must have alarmed the person also, for he backed away and held two hands up, as if to voice his neutrality. He spoke to her, in a language she could not understand, but the tone told her that he was friendly and definitely not allied with those who had imprisoned her.
When she made no apparent inclination to approach the person or put down her powerful blanket shield, the person began pantomiming in attempt to make body languages.
She watched him cautiously as he began making odd noises, perhaps his own language, and drew circles and squares in the air with his fingers.
Finally, he sighed and scratched his head as the girl had yet to make a move. But by now, she could tell the person, although an alien different yet similar to her, was a genuinely kindred spirit.
Gingerly, she lowered the blanket from her face, and moved her body slightly forward.
The person seemed to have noticed this and grinned widely. He reached out with one hand, and twirled it around, as if to show her that there was nothing hostile, and placed it palm up in front of her.
Although she could not completely understand the gesture, she knew he was trying to extend an act of peace, to assure her that he was friendly.
Timidly, she obliged and placed her hand in his larger and warmer palm. He smiled again, and she couldn't help but return it, though it was tired and slightly sad.
She then tried to speak, but only rough vibrations emitted from her throat. The person observed this and raised a finger as if to tell her to wait a moment.
She watched him quickly exit the premises, leaving the door open. She noted that the door was opened by turning an extended round object.
The redhead girl had no real idea where the person went to retrieve, but knew he was trustworthy, and so resumed observing her surroundings.
There were a few huge boxes and something that resembled a Juryol. In the corner laid a black box with a glass cover in the front. Apparently, the people of this planet liked boxes.
She heard footsteps and saw the person walk back in with a glass filled with what looked like water.
He got close and held the glass close to her, helping her weak self consume the much needed liquid. She instantly felt the refreshing and soothing water course down her throat, and sighed in enjoyment when she was done.
The person chuckled, and placed the glass on a nearby furniture, as he allowed her to gain her bearings better.
The girl felt the previous jittery feeling leave her, and with it went her built up adrenaline. She rubbed her eyes, tired again as she knew she was safe. She felt the person help ease her back under the covers and placed her back lying on the warm surface.
The girl wanted to say more to the person, but found sleep much more appealing at the certain time, and immediately drifted off into slumber.
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Robin watched the alien girl as she fell under the sleep spell, and smiled a little when a peaceful expression appeared on her face. It seemed to be the reward he earned for being the savior of the day.
He didn't really like the sound of that, and opted to choose the word 'dude who was just in the area'. He smacked his head.
Bringing the alien girl back to his apartment was a stupid and unprofessional idea. But he just couldn't bring himself to leave her in the park and allow whoever got there first to do as they wished.
It shouldn't be his responsibility, and he knew it wasn't. But something inside him urged him to rescue the mysterious visitor, and he made sure to cover the scene.
After he removed her safely from the shuttle pod, he had relocated her far away from the crash site, to protect her from what he was about to execute. To assure no one could salvage or trace the alien structure, Robin had blew it up, into many, many, many pieces. Hell, he blew the pieces into pieces.
Robin had seen enough alien technology to know that the shuttle pod was only for emergency, and had no other significant purpose other then landing on a habited planet for the escapee. So, he decided the best way to help the girl, besides making sure she survives, was to eliminate the contraption to assure her safety on earth.
Robin cringed a little from the memory of accidentally blowing up the broken pieces of Dirch as well.
Sorry, old pal. He thought dejectedly.
Afterwards, he had to think and debate his next course of action. Taking the girl to a hospital was out of the question, as was the authorities. Neither could he transport her to the care of any of his acquaintances nor cohorts in the fields of crime. He didn't trust them enough. Then he thought about telling Slade, but immediately out ruled that idea. The man was a genius, and a psychopath. Not matter how much Robin admired that man, the fact was that he was a power crazy lunatic, and he knew contacting Slade of such a matter would only create havoc.
So in the end, he had brought her to his apartment, which he had regretted before she woke up.
Being a criminal meant the secrecy of his identity must be kept well, and to keep that identity well meant no one enters his apartment for long, let along sleep overnight.
But when the girl woke up, with her frightened emerald eyes, he had felt all the hardedges and doubts in his mind banish. She had appeared so afraid, like a cornered animal that was abused for a long period of time. Robin could tell from her condition that something was done to her.
The smell of disinfectants used in hospitals permeated from her skin. He didn't know what kind of history was behind the girl, but he felt a distinct rage swell in him as he thought of the possibilities of the girl's past.
Robin walked over to the door, and after sparing the sleeping girl one final glance, turned the lights off, but left the door open.
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Robin waltzed to the refrigerator to find himself something to eat. The only appetizing food item appeared to be the left over pizzas he bought last week.
"I really need to update my food stocks." He mumbled and opted to just drink some milk.
As he sat down to enjoy his dairy product, Robin began musing on the encounter with the new arriver.
If he had thought she was pretty before, he certainly knew she was a knock out when he saw her eyes. It was unusual and enchanting, a beautiful emerald color that danced with emotions, though she was scared at the time. But after a while, he had got her to trust him enough to allow physical contact. He also deducted her reactions and reluctance to allow contact as a sign of abuse.
He grimaced slightly, though in an amused way, when he had tried to establish communication with her. Not like he expected a similar language, but when he faced the difficulty, he felt his head spin and the urge to smack his face.
Whether of not his effort worked, he seemed to have gained the girl's trust, and he eagerly provided his assistance when she allowed it.
Now that she was asleep and he was outside, he felt a weird feeling of incentive to head back into the room and oversee the girl during her sleep.
Robin blinked. "Now, where did that thought come from?"
The boy really hated his thoughts sometimes, they made him look foolish, and Robin was anything but foolish.
"It's just Richard who's a dumb-dumb." He said as he drank the rest of the milk.
Wiping his mouth, he glared at the empty container and tossed it accurately into the wastebasket.
Robin had yet to eat dinner, and there was still the need to get food ingredients for breakfast tomorrow.
So he began walking over to get his wallet before he paused.
"Maybe Robin can still have a little fun for tonight." He said, considering the idea of just stealing the food.
But he paused yet again before he could reach the secret room that contained his suit.
"An alien girl just fell out of the damn sky tonight, and I'm taking care of her." He grunted, as if the sentence was obvious.
Grabbing his wallet, Robin left the apartment as Richard for the night.
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Morning had come, and the magnificent rays of the sun shined through the windows. Little by little, the girl absorbed the sunlight as energy through her skin, and rejuvenated some of her strength.
Feeling much better, the girl woke up the second time since she crash landed on this planet.
Woozily, she sat up on the bed, and rubbed her eyes, moaning in slight complaint from awakening. She suddenly jumped, almost forgetting that she was in someone else's domain, and searched for her amiable rescuer.
When she found that he wasn't around, she wobbly got off the bed and walked over to the source of sunlight.
It was also then she realized her previous attire had been replaced with a silky shirt and shorts. She still didn't feel very clean though.
But her attention was immediately directed to the magnificent display of a sunrise. She awed at the many brilliant colors and arrays of lights, reflecting off the landscapes of the planet. She saw some mountains in the far view and peculiar buildings in plain sight. Judging by the appearances of those edifices, she knew the planet's civilization was quite advanced.
She took a big sniff, to inhale what she believed was fresh air. Instead, she got a huge whiff of....of.....FOOD!!!!
Yes! There was an unmistakable scent of cooked sustenance in the entire room.
She darted her eyes about, trying to find the source. Seeing nothing that resembled cuisines, the girl began to wobble her way out to venture for the much needed nutrients.
The girl had even disregarded the need to observe the room outside where she slept and went straight for the kitchen, where the scent originated.
Holding on to the frame of the door, she peered inside, and saw her rescuer, cooking on what looked like another huge box that created flames.
Various cooking utensils were scattered about the spacious room, some she could identify, and some were just too bizarre for her to guess.
But what really confounded her, was the sight of the boy cooking with his feet stuck to the ceiling.
"Tralalala. Dumdididididum." Robin murmured as he flipped some ham on a frying pan.
He suddenly noticed the presence of the girl by the door of the kitchen.
"Hey! Morning! How are you feelin'!?" He asked smiling and upside down.
She gazed at him quizzically and her eyes showed the confusion from seeing the boy hanging from the roof.
Robin noticed the expression and chucked nervously before he spun to the ground.
"Hehe. Sorry about that, just an old habit."
Back in the days under Slade's extreme training, Robin had to learn to do many different tasks while being suspended in midair. Cooking was one of them. This training was to give him the skill needed to work in extreme cases without feeling woozy or distracted. Robin had perfected it so well, that he still finds himself suspended while working on something.
The girl seemed to have dismissed the odd encounter and stared right at the cooking pan, where an omelet was ready.
Robin followed her gaze and smiled knowingly.
Knowing that she didn't understand anything he said anyways, Robin just placed the omelet on a plate and set it on a table. He ushered for the hungry girl to follow and she obeyed willingly.
She sat on a chair, following his example. Robin smiled and placed the plate in front of her, and nodded his affirmative to eat.
The girl then ignored the silverware and began to just ravage the egg and ham cuisine. Robin stared, a little surprised.
The girl was just too hungry to care.
Robin chastised himself, again, and went about getting the girl a glass of milk.
Once she finished the omelet, she waster no time in draining the glass of milk. She heaved a sigh of content when she finished.
Robin chuckled. "Well, you're a pretty picture."
Obviously, she didn't understand, but she said something in return. "Sefur'l jonmu kra."
"Well, I guess we face our first problem: not understanding the words that are coming out of our mouths."
Robin was surprised a bit as he saw an apologetic smile play on her lips as well as in her green eyes. He really liked that pair of eyes, entirely green, very exotic.
The alien girl was also bemused with the young man before her. His eyes were a mix of pristine blue and hazel grey, a combination she had never seen anywhere in all of her travels on her home planet and anywhere else.
Even on Tamaran, there was a saying that was parallel to one on Earth, "the eyes are the windows to the soul". And the girl almost saw nothing in that soul. The boy had a heavily guarded exterior, despite the benevolent demeanor he showed her so far.
Robin decided there was only one thing they could get clear. He placed a palm firmly against his chest.
"Richard." He said.
She cocked her head to the side, and her eyes showed him that she didn't understand yet.
He tried again. "Ri-chard."
The girl tried mouthing the words. "Re-u-u-a...cha-aured?"
"No, no. Reeee-chaaaaar-ddddddd."
Robin had displayed the true version of exaggerated pronunciation, and his mouth was very comical as he tried to teach the girl to say his name.
And apparently, she thought so too, because she started to giggle.
Robin blinked, then smirked. "You know, you've got a cute voice." He said, knowing full well she didn't understand, and that was why he said it.
The girl felt so relieved to be giggling. She had felt no humor or any amount of amusement during her horrid time in space, and it was a gigantic allayment.
Robin soon began chuckling with the alien, and she felt happy that her behavior was mutual.
It wasn't as if giggling and chuckling were rare for Robin, in fact, he laughed in various ways all the time. But there was always some sort of sardonic or sadistic emotion behind them. Now, he was just being genuine.
Robin began speaking again when their giggle fits died down. "Well, we had a little bit of jollies there. But we still have a lot to go."
The girl then placed her hand on her chest, like he did. "Korian'dr."
"Ko-ree-an-door?" She nodded, gleefully.
"Woopidy freaking doo. We know each other's names." Robin commented, a little sarcastically, but the girl couldn't really pick up on it.
"This is going to be really hard." Robin scratched his head, contemplating a course of action.
Korian'dr also seemed to be contemplating something. An anxiousness could be seen in her eyes, showing clearly that the alien wanted to be able to communicate with her savior, to thank him properly.
An idea came to her and she began to reach out to touch the boy sitting in front her.
Robin was concentrating rather hard, and only noticed the tanned, delicate fingers when it was merely inches away from his face.
"Huh?" He questioned, as Korian'dr's hand moved ever closer. She didn't stop and he didn't move away.
He didn't know why he just remained in that position, awaiting whatever action the girl was about to take. He didn't like the thought that he was enthralled by the girl before him, and just shrugged it off as temporary brain collapse.
Robin watched in a strange sense of anticipation as the fingers of the girl touched his lips, and he felt an odd tingling sensation from the contact.
Korian'dr retracted her hand after her finger made contact for a few seconds.
"Greetings, Richard." She said in English, though slightly awkwardly.
Robin's eyes widened. "H-hey! You can speak! Y-you can speak! H-how!?"
Korian'dr smiled. "As a Tamaranian, I possess the ability to simply absorb the language of an organism through physical contact."
Robin wondered if he should be delighted by the new information that now dwells in his mind.
"Wow, this is all pretty awesome. Tamaranian? That's something new. What's your planet called?"
"It is called Tamaran, a planet in the distance of light years from this particular planet, which, if I may ask, is?"
Robin wondered why she was talking so formally.
"This is Earth. We're in the solar system, of course, I don't know how it relates to other galactic planets, but we're basically stuck with that giant fireball." He pointed out the window.
Korian'dr smiled and gazed at the pretty sun again, feeling the serenity of the red, yellow, orange, magenta and various other lights provide her with energy. She was just basking in the feeling of the sun when Robin asked a question.
"So, why are you here? Did something happen, since you were in that escape pod and all."
Robin watched in morbid fascination as Korian'dr suddenly paled, and began shivering from slight fright and shock.
His words had triggered memories she now has energy to think about. Her body was quaking and she hugged herself tightly, eyes wide and pupils shrunk.
"Korian'dr! What's wrong?" He slowly stood up, watching as the girl now began curling her legs as well.
"X'ahl......buranor....g-gle...." She muttered.
Flashes of nightmares and grotesque visions filled her mind, the ugliest part of her life vividly stamped into her consciousness.
She began seeing the faces of those despicable monsters, and the nauseating scent began invading her nose. The smell. The absolutely disgusting smell. She felt cold, even though the room was warm, and she quivered from the intense void of warmth.
She felt two hands pressed gently but firmly on her shoulders.
"Hey. What's wrong? C'mon, calm down, I'm here." Robin whispered urgently to her.
Korian'dr looked into the blue and grey eyes again, but this time, she saw some emotions: concern, despair.
Tears began forming around her eyes, she sniffed, trying to hold control of herself. But Robin's eyes and his words took down that stronghold.
Korian'dr wrapped her arms around Robin's broad chest, for the first time in a long while, feeling the warmth and empathy of another being; for the first time in a long while, shedding tears freely and without reserve; and for the first time in a long while, finally feeling safe.
Robin wasn't the emotional type, he kept his emotions in check most of the times, only allowing the amusement of a thrill seeker to peek through during his missions. But as the Tamaranian girl cried against his chest, the overwhelming sadness she emitted influenced him as well.
Slowly but surely, Robin placed his arms around her back, allowing her, for the first time in a long while, to finally feel safe.
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Closing notes: Whatcha think? Oh, and again, try reading Titans Rhapsody, if you can, I really like it, and I hope a lot more other people do too. Also, read Playing Stakes, it a great story full of merit. You will do good to do that.