Under the Falling Moon by Bonez
Chapter 9
After a nice conversation over breakfast, Illana collected their plates and placed them in the sink for later washing. Looking out the kitchen window, she could see Jenny playing tag or something with a little boy two houses down. With a smile, she turned around to say something to Nny, who was still sitting in his chair at the table, too nervous to move.
That's when she realized she was speechless---------she couldn't think of a single word to say. For a long while, they just stared at eachother, dumbfounded. It was like a fog clouded their minds, leaving them with not even a single word to say. But, surprisingly, it was Johnny who broke the silence.
"..............Deja vu," he said in a quiet mumble. Slightly tilting her head, she watched his gaze fall down to the tiled ground. "What..........did you say?"
"Talking to you is like...................Deja vu. I feel like I've met you before, and that we shared some intimacy maybe perhaps in another life." All of Lana's muscles tensed up, and suddenly she couldn't move. She felt like a deer in the headlights of an on-coming car, she was in shock at his remark. Not because it was strange or out-of-place, but because she felt the exact same way about him.
He slowly lifted his head just enough so his dark almond eyes could meet hers. "............Creepy, isn't it?" He sat hunched over in the chair, a dark little man with a stare as sharp as knives. Yet, she wasn't afraid of him. She never was.
"No, not creepy. Just surprising. I fffeel................" she said slightly stuttering on the last word, trying to find a way of finishing her sentence. Yet, there were no words that could pin-point the feeling she had at that moment exactly. He closed his eyes slightly, and sighed.
"Feeling. Such an ugly thing. Humans are so evolved, yet so primitive. No matter what we do or say, there has to be a certain "feeling" or "emotion" to go along with it. I wish I could get rid of it------evolve back to our original primitive way of life. To do what it takes to survive, and nothing more. I'm almost there, yet so far away. It's a bitch, ya know?"
Lana just stared, not knowing what to say or do. Then, it came to her. Letting the words flow, she came closer to him. "Why? Why wouldn't you want to have those emotions? You'd never again feel the warmth of the sun on your face, or the water cooling your skin on a summer day at the beach. You'd actually give it all up?"
He stared at her for a second with a blank expression, then slowly stood up and turned around facing the wall. "I could say no, and lie to you about how much that would be such a great loss and how sad and lonely I'd be without it all, but such rot would be an insult to say to you. Honestly, I would give it all up in a second. I don't want to feel, don't you see? I don't want it, any of it. It's discusting to touch the skin of another and have them touch you back. Why? I despise it all.........."
Walking up to him, she whispered in his ear ever so quietly. "Then..........why are you here with me?" Another moment of nothing passed, yet the air hung heavy between them, and nothing could be heard except the whispering of a draft creeping through the cracks of the door.
Closing her eyes, she totally blocked out everything logical in her mind. Instead, she did only what her body and heart wanted her to do. Coming up behind him, she ran her hands down his arms and wrapped her fingers around his. Pushing her body closer to his back, a cold chill ran down from her chest to her stomach as she touched him.
His whole body tensed up, and he fought off the sudden urge to turn around and push her off. Gritting his teeth, he felt her body press on his, warming him. The soft touch of her hands upon his, the small puffs of her breath upon his neck, the little hairs on his arms standing straight up, it was so much of an overload that he couldn't move even if he really wanted to.
She basically plugged into him------their souls were crossing, and for the longest time they just stood like that. No one spoke or moved, they just stood there with closed eyes, listening to the other breathe. Then, so fast it blurred, he turned around and looked at her with horror.
Her ice-blue gaze watched his expression, and took in all the emotion of his almond eyes. There was something about her eyes he loved. There was love, hate, pleasure, pain, every emotion in those two crystal windows. Yet, that's the reason he was so scared of her. She WAS an emotion, of sorts. A sincere smile creeped on her face as she ran her hand down his face, causing him to shiver.
"Deja vu...........I'm feeling it again," she whispered. Closing her eyes again, she preceded to lean foward. Towards him. Towards his lips. Johnny was so confused, more than half of him wanted this to happen, yet the arrogance demanded him to feel no joy in the small gestures of comfort she was trying to give.
Her lips. He saw them coming. Her soft, lush lips were so close to his. But some great power washed away all of his doubt, all of his fear when they finally met. No, it was not an open mouth. That would be WAY to much of an overload for his mind(like this already wasn't.), but yet a small, innocent kiss. He felt like a child, uncertain yet unscared of what was to happen next. But, what mattered is that he "felt."
She ran her fingers through his wirey hair, and felt the dry, chapped lips of Johnny C. on her own. Her heart was beating intensely, although his was 5x's worse. To Illana, this all felt so unreal yet familar in a way. She wanted to stay that way forever, to let the Deja vu take over and lead her on to whatever her unconcious heart wanted. Yet, she knew deep down that even this tiny, simple gesture of kindness and love was still killing him inside. So, with a heavy heart, she slowly pulled away from him.
When her body left his, he felt scared and alone. That is, until he started to think again. Staring at this small woman, he wondered what great grace of god allowed her to do that to him and still be living. He had to go home. Soon. He had to sort this out in his mind, otherwise he'd go crazy. Heh, wait, scratch that last part.
Turning to leave, she caught his hand once more. He turned to her, and she smiled sweetly. "Nny, thank you for coming over." Standing there, he realized that he didn't want to leave yet. He wanted to take in more of her, to observe her more. He wanted to know what made her mind work.
"Your welcome, it's been..............a pleasure." He almost slapped himself for that stupid comment. Then, just as he started losing himself in her winter eyes again, they heard a car horn from outside. And that's what made him stay----------when he saw all the love and warmth drain from her eyes and be replaced with fear and hatred. All from that little car horn.
She dropped his hand and immediately stared at the ground, worried. "That's.............my fiancee. Jak," she said so low, he could barely hear it. Looking out a nearby window he spotted a cherry red convertable and a tall muscular man with sandy blonde hair and dark green eyes getting out of it, slamming the door. Suddenly Johnny knew he was going to have a problem with this "Jak."
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A/N: Whoo, this is a pretty good chapter eh? I really enjoyed writing it. ^_^ Aww, Nny got kissed! I tried to keep it IC, even though it might be OOC, just thought I should let you know I tried. Heh, well I'm gunna go now okies? R&R please, bai!
~*~Bonez~*~
After a nice conversation over breakfast, Illana collected their plates and placed them in the sink for later washing. Looking out the kitchen window, she could see Jenny playing tag or something with a little boy two houses down. With a smile, she turned around to say something to Nny, who was still sitting in his chair at the table, too nervous to move.
That's when she realized she was speechless---------she couldn't think of a single word to say. For a long while, they just stared at eachother, dumbfounded. It was like a fog clouded their minds, leaving them with not even a single word to say. But, surprisingly, it was Johnny who broke the silence.
"..............Deja vu," he said in a quiet mumble. Slightly tilting her head, she watched his gaze fall down to the tiled ground. "What..........did you say?"
"Talking to you is like...................Deja vu. I feel like I've met you before, and that we shared some intimacy maybe perhaps in another life." All of Lana's muscles tensed up, and suddenly she couldn't move. She felt like a deer in the headlights of an on-coming car, she was in shock at his remark. Not because it was strange or out-of-place, but because she felt the exact same way about him.
He slowly lifted his head just enough so his dark almond eyes could meet hers. "............Creepy, isn't it?" He sat hunched over in the chair, a dark little man with a stare as sharp as knives. Yet, she wasn't afraid of him. She never was.
"No, not creepy. Just surprising. I fffeel................" she said slightly stuttering on the last word, trying to find a way of finishing her sentence. Yet, there were no words that could pin-point the feeling she had at that moment exactly. He closed his eyes slightly, and sighed.
"Feeling. Such an ugly thing. Humans are so evolved, yet so primitive. No matter what we do or say, there has to be a certain "feeling" or "emotion" to go along with it. I wish I could get rid of it------evolve back to our original primitive way of life. To do what it takes to survive, and nothing more. I'm almost there, yet so far away. It's a bitch, ya know?"
Lana just stared, not knowing what to say or do. Then, it came to her. Letting the words flow, she came closer to him. "Why? Why wouldn't you want to have those emotions? You'd never again feel the warmth of the sun on your face, or the water cooling your skin on a summer day at the beach. You'd actually give it all up?"
He stared at her for a second with a blank expression, then slowly stood up and turned around facing the wall. "I could say no, and lie to you about how much that would be such a great loss and how sad and lonely I'd be without it all, but such rot would be an insult to say to you. Honestly, I would give it all up in a second. I don't want to feel, don't you see? I don't want it, any of it. It's discusting to touch the skin of another and have them touch you back. Why? I despise it all.........."
Walking up to him, she whispered in his ear ever so quietly. "Then..........why are you here with me?" Another moment of nothing passed, yet the air hung heavy between them, and nothing could be heard except the whispering of a draft creeping through the cracks of the door.
Closing her eyes, she totally blocked out everything logical in her mind. Instead, she did only what her body and heart wanted her to do. Coming up behind him, she ran her hands down his arms and wrapped her fingers around his. Pushing her body closer to his back, a cold chill ran down from her chest to her stomach as she touched him.
His whole body tensed up, and he fought off the sudden urge to turn around and push her off. Gritting his teeth, he felt her body press on his, warming him. The soft touch of her hands upon his, the small puffs of her breath upon his neck, the little hairs on his arms standing straight up, it was so much of an overload that he couldn't move even if he really wanted to.
She basically plugged into him------their souls were crossing, and for the longest time they just stood like that. No one spoke or moved, they just stood there with closed eyes, listening to the other breathe. Then, so fast it blurred, he turned around and looked at her with horror.
Her ice-blue gaze watched his expression, and took in all the emotion of his almond eyes. There was something about her eyes he loved. There was love, hate, pleasure, pain, every emotion in those two crystal windows. Yet, that's the reason he was so scared of her. She WAS an emotion, of sorts. A sincere smile creeped on her face as she ran her hand down his face, causing him to shiver.
"Deja vu...........I'm feeling it again," she whispered. Closing her eyes again, she preceded to lean foward. Towards him. Towards his lips. Johnny was so confused, more than half of him wanted this to happen, yet the arrogance demanded him to feel no joy in the small gestures of comfort she was trying to give.
Her lips. He saw them coming. Her soft, lush lips were so close to his. But some great power washed away all of his doubt, all of his fear when they finally met. No, it was not an open mouth. That would be WAY to much of an overload for his mind(like this already wasn't.), but yet a small, innocent kiss. He felt like a child, uncertain yet unscared of what was to happen next. But, what mattered is that he "felt."
She ran her fingers through his wirey hair, and felt the dry, chapped lips of Johnny C. on her own. Her heart was beating intensely, although his was 5x's worse. To Illana, this all felt so unreal yet familar in a way. She wanted to stay that way forever, to let the Deja vu take over and lead her on to whatever her unconcious heart wanted. Yet, she knew deep down that even this tiny, simple gesture of kindness and love was still killing him inside. So, with a heavy heart, she slowly pulled away from him.
When her body left his, he felt scared and alone. That is, until he started to think again. Staring at this small woman, he wondered what great grace of god allowed her to do that to him and still be living. He had to go home. Soon. He had to sort this out in his mind, otherwise he'd go crazy. Heh, wait, scratch that last part.
Turning to leave, she caught his hand once more. He turned to her, and she smiled sweetly. "Nny, thank you for coming over." Standing there, he realized that he didn't want to leave yet. He wanted to take in more of her, to observe her more. He wanted to know what made her mind work.
"Your welcome, it's been..............a pleasure." He almost slapped himself for that stupid comment. Then, just as he started losing himself in her winter eyes again, they heard a car horn from outside. And that's what made him stay----------when he saw all the love and warmth drain from her eyes and be replaced with fear and hatred. All from that little car horn.
She dropped his hand and immediately stared at the ground, worried. "That's.............my fiancee. Jak," she said so low, he could barely hear it. Looking out a nearby window he spotted a cherry red convertable and a tall muscular man with sandy blonde hair and dark green eyes getting out of it, slamming the door. Suddenly Johnny knew he was going to have a problem with this "Jak."
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A/N: Whoo, this is a pretty good chapter eh? I really enjoyed writing it. ^_^ Aww, Nny got kissed! I tried to keep it IC, even though it might be OOC, just thought I should let you know I tried. Heh, well I'm gunna go now okies? R&R please, bai!
~*~Bonez~*~