He Sees Her
By: Dark Mousy
Chapter Three: In Her Pain
She had been meaning to move her purse.
Her hand had grasped the smooth leather straps when she heard it. Unconsciously, her hand had grasped it tighter while her other hand pulled the wheel – narrowly missing the car she had been set to hit. The wheels churned the rainwater underneath as the metal beast spun, with the driver hanging on for life amidst the strange silence she found herself in the middle of.
It was then that her wheel had caught a rift, and her car turned over. The silver flash rolled before it hit the heap of cars already piled. She felt the sensation of releasing her purse before her head hit the roof of her car.
There was darkness. Her mind streamed in and out of consciousness and she felt her skull creak under the pressure. Her head hurt like nothing she had ever felt before. She could feel her neck ready to break under her body's weight.
Her eyes remained open – staring as if in a dazed death. Her mind screamed for some sort of redemption, yet none came. Besides the rain, the only sound that came to her ears and tired mind was the sound of light shoes hitting the wet pavement. They were soft, melodic steps… enough to bring her mind from the hole it had dug itself into.
'Am I dead?'
Her eyes saw the shadow of the figure move to the upturned car, before his face came to the window. It was a distinctly sharp face, handsomely beautiful yet still possessing a strangely dark touch. His eyes were sharp and slanted ever so slightly to give him a deadly look that would normally have wooed her heart. She was lost in those eyes – paying no attention to his stark black hair, the way it was long and spiked neatly despite the pouring rain.
His gaze was intense on her. He was studying her, looking over her while her mind screamed for him to help her… to do something, anything. He was there, through the shattered window, kneeling on the ceiling of her upside down car beside her curled body.
She didn't notice that she was not breathing. She was lost within that gaze – even the way his black suit was dry despite the harsh weather conditions outside. Without warning, his hand came to touch her cheek. His fingers caressed the smooth, blood-covered skin that he found there, while his other hand moved to her hip. His touch kneaded her skin through the fabric of her skirt, and if her body was able it would have trembled at such an invasive touch.
His hand had moved to her chin, and his grip remained firm as he held her head fast. His free hand moved to grasp the back of her neck before he lifted the seemingly shattered bones and skin from the roof of the car. Her head lolled back from the lack of connection, but his grip on her chin stayed until he repositioned her body in a less fatal fashion.
The bones in her neck felt as if they had never been put through such pressure.
The next thing she knew was his face that had come into the paralyzed vision her glazed eyes had given her. His gaze burned into the core of her soul, and she felt as if his eyes alone had left a bleeding hole within her that burned like fire. She lost sight of him as he leaned down, and she felt nothing else until his lips pressed against hers.
It was gentle at first, before his tongue parted her cooling lips to open her clenched teeth with a slight amount of force. Although she felt his warmth she could not respond to it. Her body would not move, and she found could not make any sound.
She could feel his tongue roam the insides of her mouth – cleaning the blood away from her tongue and teeth. Once his tongue had retreated into its own territory, his mouth had completely covered hers. She felt him breathe into her. It was one, strangely inhuman breath that caused her back to arch and her body to convulse. She could feel his breath leave her nose and fill her lungs with burning warmth… She could feel her heart beat. It had been a breathe that filled her with life yet did nothing to heal the burning in her soul.
She found her eyes blinking, while her tired lids lapped the gloss away from her eyes to form tears that ran down her cheeks – mingling with the blood that covered them. The man continued to kiss her, and her dazed mind allowed it… her trembling body longed for it.
His warmth was missed as his lips left hers… as all his touches ceased. She could still feel the strands of his silk hair brushing against her ear as his head lifted from leaning into her. She wanted to speak, yet her lips could hardly move to form the words she wanted to say… or did not know what to say. She could only glance at the angel in a black suit before her world fell into darkness.
The rest was nothing but a blur. She had felt the touch of Sin on her lips and now it coursed through her body like a deep pain that she never wanted to be rid of. Her eyes that had stared straight into the eyes of Sin burned so that the tears kept falling, even when she felt herself fall into unconsciousness.
When she had felt a hand, a gloved hand, grasp her arms to pull her away she felt safe. In her fogged mind she felt his warmth, which was unlike the warmth of the man in her dream. It was true warmth, protective warmth… warmth that pulled her out of her spiral of death and into the street lights and open rain.
She felt his warmth under her, around her, holding her. She wanted this warmth, not like she wanted her dream. He was saving her… he was protecting her. She could feel nothing else but him, nor could she hear anything else but him… It was enough. It was covering the pain she felt.
She felt herself being pulled from him then, away from the one who had saved her, and onto a damp bed. 'Hospital gurney…' She mused in her mind, yet found that her body could not move. 'What happened to me? How badly am I hurt?'
She had squeezed his hand because she wanted someone to be with her. Anyone to be with her… She had no one, after all. It was for that reason that she clenched her fingers, waiting for some touch… and she felt it. She felt his hand encompass hers again as she felt the vehicle move under her. She could hear the sirens sounding and could imagine the light that they would blare onto the streets.
Yuna tried to wake. The sleep pulled at her in a death grip as the ambulance speeded down the road, jolting her body in the restraints and pushing her into the hands that held her head. Those hands were cold – those hands were wet with the blood that came from her temple, she could feel the warmth of it on their latex-covered fingers. She could hear them talking to the man who held her hand, asking questions that she could not discern and run through her mind. She could only hear the tones of their voices – higher for the questions and lower for the answers. It was all she could go by.
"Tidus…" She heard him say. "My name is Tidus."
Author's note: Alright, I know this chapter is a little funky but this is how it's supposed to be. I'm not going to explain too much, but know that this is a reality story in the modern world and this chapter has nothing to do with magic or fantasy or the like. I'll admit that it does take on a bit of a fantastical tone but the reason for this will be explained in later chapters. Until then, you'll just have to wait another two chapters to find out. ^_~. Please don't think this story's going to take this kind of turn, it really isn't. I promise all will be explained soon.