YuRi Shipper: For all my fans, I've finally updated this story, too. I'd like to leave you all with this, though, before I delve further into the story:
Know that you can accomplish anything. So, for those of you saying you could never write the way I do, hey! It takes a little time, but anyone can do it. I mean, reading helps. I always find more descriptive words when I read, or different ways to express things, yada yada, you get the point. I encourage you all to write fics of your own (particularly the shoujo-ai goodness. -drools-)
Enjoy the chapter that I finally got around to writing.
And yes, exams are -well- over. xD But thank you to everyone who wished me luck!
Hell In A Can
The night was still – everyone was quiet, even the pair of bickering Europeans. Christie had fallen asleep on the floor, mumbling in her sleep every now and again, rolling back and forth, while Helena stared at the ceiling, silently contemplating the very woman she had yelled at for at least three hours that night. Eyes the colour of the sea blinked, a slender finger rising to wipe away a tear as she lay in bed.
"Mon Dieu… what happened to us?" Her voice was a whisper, hoarse and quiet. It did not interrupt the peace of the night, as what was to come would…
The blonde sat up so quickly her head spun upon hearing a loud, female scream. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a mop of messy snow coloured hair as its owner woke as well, not looking surprised, though obviously taken off-guard. Why did Christie feel the need to hide her emotions so much? If only she had been more open… perhaps what they had would have lasted.
The door to their room was almost broken down as a very pissed off Ayane grumbled, snarled and stormed inside. "Which one of you tried to kill the other one?"
Kasumi was behind her, tapping the younger girl on the shoulder. Tina and Lisa had also entered the room, immediately assuming, as had Ayane, that it had been the Brit and French woman going at it once again.
"Bloody Hell, give me a break…" This was uttered among many other curses as one of the women in question stood, rubbing at an eye tiredly. "It wasn't us. Get it through your fucking thick skull…"
"That's what I've been trying to tell you, Ayane…" Kasumi piped up, and finally got the attention she had been trying to collect for the past minute.
"Then who was it, oh perfect one?" She snapped, obviously rather angry that her sleep had been disrupted and she'd proceeded to enter the incorrect room.
"Hitomi-chan." The red-haired woman whispered, looking towards the floor as she walked out of the room, followed by many of the others, who wore curious, or pissed, expressions on their faces… but they all wanted some form of explanation. "Sometimes… she has these nightmares. I can – " She winced as another scream pierced the night still, and said no more, instead heading for her friend's room.
"Oh my… are we interruptin' somethin'?" Tina finally spoke, staring mischievously at the scene in front of them. Hitomi was thrashing, arms and legs waving wildly as she fought off an invisible attacker, whilst Lei Fang sat on top of her, legs straddling her hips and hands on her shoulders, in an attempt to wake the youngest girl. She was only succeeding in being kicked, kneed, slapped and punched repeatedly… but the Chinese woman hadn't lost any of her flair, giving a saucy look in the American's direction as if to say 'Ha ha, very funny. Not.'
Kasumi said not a word, though amber eyes stared with a sort of burning at the other woman – it wasn't until yet another scream was heard that her death glare was stopped. Why seeing Lei Fang on top of Hitomi had made her so… so mad, she would never know.
"I know how to deal with this… but you might have to get off of Hitomi-chan." She murmured, and found that Lei Fang was all too eager to comply. True, had the situation been different, she would have been quite reluctant to leave the petite German… but, at the moment, she did not feel like acquiring anymore bruises than she already had.
It did not take long for Kasumi to replace her, sitting beside the younger one instead of on top of her, leaning over the brunette's sleeping form and mumbling in her ear, ignoring the fist that flew into her stomach as a result. Shushing sounds were heard, and eventually, the thrashing stopped, turning to sobs… and then she woke up, grey-blue eyes tear-filled and puffy already. The crying did not stop when this happened – it merely allowed Kasumi to wrap both arms about the younger girl, as the German did the same. Pitiful sounds came from her, tears flowing freely out of her eyes. It was as if the rest of the world didn't even exist – just the nightmare, and now this person who could provide comfort.
Ayane looked upon the scene with rage building, and she was tempted to slap the little one who had interrupted her slumber, then go after her older sister. Instead, she turned to Lei Fang, making a grunting sound. "I don't think she'll be able to leave any time soon… so I really don't think you'll be getting your bed back." It pained her to say the next bit, but she knew it was her duty to do so. "If you need to finish sleeping, you can do it in my room – I'll be up for the rest of the day now."
Several of the other women murmured their agreement, walking stiffly out of the room, where Kasumi was pulling the covers over them with one arm, the other still firmly about the crying girl. Lei Fang felt numb – just a few hours ago, that had been her pulling up the covers, her with her arms wrapped around Hitomi…
Jealously worked its way into every nook and cranny in the dark-haired woman's body as she finally left the room, head bowed and a murderous look in her eye as she padded over to Ayane and Kasumi's room, taking the purple-haired woman's offer. She wanted to finish sleeping – just not without the brunette who currently rested in someone else's arms.
It didn't help that she'd seen Kasumi plant a kiss on the girl's forehead, nor that she'd seen her lips brush 'accidentally' against her ear when she was whispering to her. And Lei Fang could only hope that those punches she'd received in the stomach had hurt her – she wanted the eldest Japanese woman to suffer… suffer for something that wasn't even her fault, really… just so long as she suffered, the way she was suffering knowing Hitomi wasn't hers. That she didn't belong to her.
At least everyone had finally left the room – it would have been impossible for Hitomi to calm herself amid all the whispering, the glances and the murmur. She had at least calmed herself to the state of hiccups, and the occasional whimper.
"Shhh… I'm here…" Those words were most definitely comforting – she knew she had a friend beside her, protecting her from someone who shouldn't have been able to touch her anymore… her father had left more behind each time he'd raped her than a broken body. He'd dulled her spirit, and left emotional scars, ones that would ensure nightmares that Hitomi would never be rid of, one that would ensure she could never truly escape him… she'd always be his. Even if she didn't want to be, he owned her. He'd stolen her, and he still had some part of her.
"Go back to sleep. I won't leave you, 'Tomi-Ta…" The nickname was only used by one person that she knew, of course. With the next hiccup came a small nod, and she tried to do as told, afraid what awaited her in the land of slumber… A cheek rested a top hers, on occasion the person turning their head to nuzzle comfortingly, or to whisper in her ear. Kasumi – what a good friend she was to have.
She might have given her thanks had she not have been drifting back to sleep already, stormy eyes fluttering close. Her head sunk into the pillow a tad, indicating she was no longer making any effort to hold it up even slightly. Kasumi sighed, working herself into a more comfortable position. She wouldn't be leaving anytime soon – may as well be at ease. A small tune was hummed under her breath as she herself closed her eyes, almost wishing she could rock the girl to sleep. Pity for the German overwhelmed her. "What happened to you?"
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The next morning was awkward – Ayane, as promised, had remained up, though she looked like a train wreck. Christie, upon waking up, had started provoking Helena into more and more fights, causing the violet-haired Japanese woman's head to pound. Why couldn't they just put it all behind them? Why did they insist on such senseless bickering? Was it simply to annoy her?
She made a rather frustrated sound, punching the wall to take out some of her frustration. Where was Donovan's annoying little self when you needed to vent?
Upstairs, Kasumi was wide awake, though she remained in bed, holding Hitomi to her chest, lost in thought. Amber pools had glazed over as she stared at the young girl's face, cautiously bringing a hand up to press against one cheek. How young she looked when she slept. A smile graced the redhead's features, as she shifted, slowly leaning in towards the brunette's face, eyes half-closed…
She drew back abruptly, breathing heavily. What was she doing? Kasumi was rather bewildered, staring at her younger friend's face once more. Why had she just tried to… to… that thought didn't even complete itself, as a conversation started up in her mind.
/You know, she is rather cute like that…/
No! I mustn't think that way…
/Admit it – you wanted to kiss her./
Who are you?
/You sub-conscious. That little bit you hardly ever listen to. Hear me now,
though – you are not hetero /
I am! How could you say such a thing?
/Did you notice what you were about to do? Come on, now, Kasumi. Be reasonable –
you can't hide anything from me. We're the same person, after all./
I'm going insane. This isn't happening…
/Don't deny it. It's happening – and something else almost just happened… look at her. Innocent as a baby, isn't she? Long lashes falling on her cheeks, her hair splayed out like that, full lips just slightly parted…/
The girl moaned softly, not noticing as she leaned in once more, breath heavy. Her 'sub-conscious' was right – Hitomi did look rather innocent. And her lips – it was enough to make her moan again, looking at them. They were full… and slightly parted, as promised…
/One quick kiss couldn't hurt… go for it…/
I-I can't.
/And why not? She isn't going to wake up – trust me. That girl is out like a
blown light bulb./
It was true – Hitomi was sound asleep, and showed no signs of waking. She wasn't even moving around or making tiny noises, like she normally did. The only times she was tired enough to be like this was after a nightmare, or when she'd had an especially hard day at work…
Sweat trickled down Kasumi's brow, as her lips finally descended upon Hitomi's, resting there for an instant. Every part of her screamed yes at once, making her dive in further. She really shouldn't have, and she knew it – she was trying to pull away, but only succeeded in sliding her tongue into the younger girl's mouth.
She felt a reaction beneath her, and amber eyes hesitated to open – when they did, they met a pair of grey-blue staring back at her. Slowly, the pair broke apart, neither saying anything. In shock – they were both simply in shock.
Kasumi scolded herself, this time
without her 'sub-conscious' interfering – at least, it hadn't yet. She should
have waited! Why did she do this now? Hitomi… she'd just taken advantage of
her. She hadn't even been awake for Christ's sake!
/You waited for two years, though… you've loved her since you first saw her./
Reality hit her hard – thanks to a certain little voice in her head.
YuRi Shipper: You should all be pleased with this lengthy little number… I mean, look at it! Beautiful, no? RR – I EXPECT it for this chapter! I really, really do. Sorry that I kind of broke away from Christie and Helena for a little bit, there… but it had to be done! I was building far too much sexual tension between others to ignore it. Wait'll Ayane gets wind of this…
So… yeah. X.x Like it? Hate it? Tell me! YuRi out!
