Title : Long Lost Drifter
Author : Lain in the Wired
Chapter Three : Green Eyes
I stood up suddenly and ran out the door. I ran out into the rain and started home as it mixed with the tears on my cheeks. What the hell was wrong with me? I barely knew him, and he was a teacher! How did I let it get so close?
I started shivering as I walked. Why did it have to be cold too? I crossed my bare arms over my chest and continued walking. I heard a faint growl behind me. Just great. A hand grasped my shoulder. It turned me around until I faced a tall man. He had dark blue hair starting to stick to his head because of the rain.
"Are you ok, miss?" he said in a slightly accented voice. I looked up at him with my overflowing green eyes. He looked surprised. What was up with this guy? "Um, would you like to come with me? It'd get you out of the rain and you could make some true friends," he stuttered out what seemed like a well practiced speech but he didn't take his eyes off my own.
Maybe he had a point though. I was cold and wet and I was probably in dire need for some new friends if they all turned out like Li.
"I'm not interested," my mouth said, contradicting my reasoning. His hand gripped my shoulder tighter and I almost cried out.
"Please," he said. His navy blue eyes held some emotion in their depths. I couldn't tell what it was but I didn't want to stay and find out because other men started appearing from the alley.
He must have followed my gaze because he had a look of shock on his face as well. Before I knew what was happening he had shoved up against a wall. "Act like you're enjoying it. It'll save your life, Mistress Sakura," he whispered in my ear. I was shocked for a moment because of what he called me and because he knew my name but, if it was possible, my eyes widened even more when he placed his mouth over my own. He must have felt me tense up because he pulled back for a second.
"Don't let them see your eyes, or they're going to fuck you up so bad that you won't even know right from left," he murmured against my lips. My eyes closed automatically and his mouth covered mine again. I did as he told me to, and acted along with each of his advances. My leg lifted up around the back of his when he slipped his hand up my skirt.
I felt so dirty.
"Looks like Eriol got himself a girl tonight," one of the guys said as another made cat calls. "Sod off, you guys!" the boy kissing me yelled as he pulled away momentarily. I fought to keep my eyes closed but it wasn't working. So I pulled his lips back to my own. He seemed surprised at my actions but kissed me more vigorously in response.
When he was certain the other guys were gone he pulled away from me. I was reminded quickly of how cold and wet it was outside. I guess he saw me shiver because he immediately said, "Let's get you inside and find some dry clothes fro you." I followed him a few buildings down until we reached a different apartment building. He led me up a flight of stairs, with a brief apology about a broken elevator, and into a room. It was cozy and I settled on a couch almost instantly.
"I'd like an explanation please," I said. I knew now wasn't a time to be demanding but I had to know what the hell was going on. And he looked as ready to give answers as he'd ever be.
"We all go to the same school," he started. It seemed hard for him to fit the right words together in his head because he opened and closed his mouth several more times before speaking. "You're popular. You have your perfect friends, perfect grades, perfect life," he said. My eyes filled with pity. Oh how wrong he was. "We're outcasts. The popular boys pound us to the ground and take our women and reputations. It's gone on for so many years now. The gangs of the first outcasts and popular people, violent as they were, faded into merely an urban legend. But there was something that happened to permanently stamp hatred into the hearts of all outcasts. Our leader was a wise man who cared. He made sure we were all taken care of. And he loved us like his own children. But he did have a child of his own. A beautiful daughter with sparkling green eyes."
My eyes widened. "Me?" I managed to squeak. He shook his head.
"Your mother," he whispered. I nodded and he continued. "She was the most beautiful of all the outcast women. She didn't like the hatred or anger towards each other, though. She did everything she could to be on good terms with both sides. She was captain of the cheerleaders, had good grades, good friends from both sides, and still managed to keep open the undying love in the ties to the outcasts. She and her following had a name from the others, known by everyone. They were the Drifters. The peacekeepers," he explained. I had sunk deeper into the sofa that I was sitting on as he talked. My father had always told me that my mother was different from that. Never did he mention what she did at all.
"But my dad told me…" I started to say but Eriol cut me off.
"He lied to you. He's the reason fro the risen hatred again. He was a teacher in her school. During an interlude he stole her heart from her friends and family and they ran off together. Without her kind leadership the Drifters fell apart. Then the hatred returned when each side thought the other had taken her away and hidden her. She never returned to them."
"But, what does this have to do with me now?" I asked. He turned his navy blue eyes to mine and reached out to take my hand.
"You're pure blood outsider, Sakura." My eyes widened. "Yet you are popular. You're captain of the cheerleading squad, have good grades and good friends. All you have to do is open up ties with your family and you could fulfill your mother's legacy."
I sat back in shock. I was their missing link. So much could be all under my influence. I turned to Eriol suddenly. "I'll do it if you help me," I said confidently, but inside I was scared.
A lot could depend on me if I did this.
I was ready.
