Allo, tis I, once again. Miss me? Well, hey, here's chapter three, trying to make updates regular, but it's not easy . . .
Oh, and let's see, I've got a lot of pairing guesses. I think I've heard Wufei/Hotaru, Wufei/Usagi, Heero/Usagi, and Heero/Hotaru. But which is it? Seems only I know, now the question is . . . will I tell you? You'll see ,
Disclaimer: If I owned anything as popular as Sailor Moon or Gundam Wing, I wouldn't be so poor!
Crimson Fears
Chapter Three
The Asian slumped in the chair, his head dangling from his shoulders in a peaceful slumber. His tan skinned was illuminated in the soft morning light and his chest rose to a slow and steady rhythm. Small wisps of hair fell from his ponytail and into his serene face, absent of any worries, fears, or troubles.
I didn't move for what seemed an eternity, not wanting to make as sound as to wake the sleeping beauty. I watched him in awe, knowing I shouldn't. A horrible creature such as me would taint such a being; yet, I couldn't pull my eyes away.
My heart might have been beating too loud, or my breathing too quick, but whatever the cause, the Asian fluttered his eyes open from his slumber. His black eyes met with my own, causing me to flinch and turn my head. No longer was there serenity in his face, his eyes showed me pain and sorrow. His eyes were so beautiful, and at the same time, painful to look at. Worn and tired, they bore into me, as if pleading, and I didn't know what to say. He had the eyes of an old man, yet this boy couldn't be out of his teens.
He stood up from the wooden chair he had been sitting on and looked down at me, waiting for me to say something with pity written in his features. I wanted him to turn away, not to look at me with those eyes and that expression of pity. I didn't know what to do, I wanted to run away, but I couldn't. Held back by material bonds and paralyzed with fear.
I don't know how long he stared down at me, but I couldn't look back. His eyes told his story of pain and I would only create more. I couldn't do that to this boy who had helped the Child of Satan. I needed to disappear, yet even in this world, it seemed, I could not escape, nor could I save anyone. I bit my lip and closed my eyes, unable to stop a lone tear from sliding my cheek.
I gasped and my eyes shot open as something warm intercepted the salty tear and I looked up at the one who had dared touch me. The Asian stared down at me, his thumb out in front of him and wet from my tear. I glanced up at him, confused and frightened. He needed to stay away from me, I would only bring agony and torment to a soul who looked kindly upon death itself.
He grunted, "Weak onna, don't cry."
I looked away, frightened, squinted my eyes shut and bit my lip. I could only hope that he would go away. I heard his voice echo throughout the white room, but I wasn't listening. I winced as it came again, this time with a force I couldn't ignore.
"What is your name?"
I never looked up at him, just shook my head. Waiting for him to leave me.
"You don't have a name?"
I didn't move.
"Answer me, damnit!" He grabbed my face with his large hand and forced me to stare into his black painful eyes. His hand felt warm against my skin, but I didn't think about that. I felt tears run down my face. His eyes widened in shock before he let go of my face and turned from me, crossing his arms.
Pain shot through me in knowing that I hurt him. I didn't know what to do, I was so helpless, a burden to others. A whisper escaped my lips. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."
Hot tears rolled down my cheeks and I couldn't wipe them away. I was weak and worthless. I didn't deserve life, but I didn't deserve to die, it would be too easy. Why was this boy trying to make my purgatory less of a hell?
The boy stood still, baffled at my actions. With pleading eyes I looked at him, "I'm sorry. Please, let me go. Just let me leave." I lifted my wrists up to indicate the bonds that held me to the bed.
"You're sick," was his only response.
"No . . ."
He raised an eyebrow. "No? You're not sick? You have pneumonia!" His voice escaladed as he was talking to me. "What the hell were you doing out in the rain?"
"Don't worry about me! I don't deserve your care!" My voice cracked as I screamed at him, regretting as it as I did. My voice dropped. "Please, I don't want to hurt you, just let me go."
"Keh. You can't hurt me." He said with a smug look on his face.
"I've hurt so many, please, just let me go. I don't want to hurt you. Please, let me leave. . . .please." Tears rolled from my eyes as the silence that engulfed the room echoed in my ears.
He came closer to me, I hoped that he would untie my arms and legs to free me, but instead he brought his face close to mine, making me wince and try to backup, despite the bonds that held me down. He raised his hands to my face and wiped my tears away. "You're staying."
He backed up and headed toward the door, leaving me in shock that someone would be so kind to a child of hell. I didn't understand this boy, I didn't understand him at all. I try to save his life, yet he choice to stay with me, he must not understand me, either.
"I'll go get you some food."
He nearly left, but my voice echoed across the room before he did. "Hotaru. My name's Hotaru."
He didn't turn to me, but I heard him, "And I, Wufei."
I heard him mutter something about women being frustrating before closing the door to leave me alone in this comforting prison.
End
Okay, I know this was short, but I was getting really frustrating with the way this was turning out. I hate writing when people meet and all, I'm no good at that . . . I think I made Wufei a little more than OOC . . . But oh well, let's hope the next chapter is better, shall we?
