Hello, and welcome. Everything has multiple ways to do it, multiple paths to take, and actions to do along the way. I seem to be doing most of it the wrong way, so here's another chapter to serve as example. Things in asterisk's are actions, I just don't want to take the time to take it out of quotes every time I want the small action to occur.
Disclaimer: I don't own Vandread, and dancing on graves is wrong.
#11: Meet me in the middle
Barnette awoke, feeling the now familiar mattress of the hospital guest bed supporting her. She left her eyes closed, hoping to drop back of to sleep as she listened to the voices in the room.
"That was a very noble thing to do." Duero said with the force of trying to make a point.
"No it wasn't, it was a weak and cowardly thing to do!" Jacks voice protested.
"How do you figure that?" Duero replied
"Because, the only reason I did it, was to get away from you all, I was just trying to take the easy way out!" He said back. Barnette opened her eyes and looked over at the two men. Duero was sitting at the Jack's bedside. Jack was lying it the bed, covers up to his chin, his belonging stacked next to him.
"What do you mean by that?" Barnette asked. They both looked over to her, not noticing she had woken.
"I mean, I tried to blow my self up, so I could get away from you." He said, with a smile, and Barnette caught on. He was joking around, even after being caught inside a roaring inferno of destruction.
"Oh, I see. Doctor, may I have some alone time with my good friend?" she ask, and Duero cast an odd glance at Jack.
"What?" He said defiantly. Duero just shook his head and left the room, and Barnette filled his vacated seat.
"How you doing? She said. Barnette had been in the hospital for 3 days now, and Jack had just now woken for the first time since the battle. People had dropped in to see Barnette, and she had just decided to get a few days rest in Duero's care.
"The doctor says my body took so much damage during the explosion, that aside from the fact that I should be dead, that I won't be able to move anything below my neck for at least another two weeks!" he said happily.
"Good, I don't want you going anywhere for a while. Especially not tell I'm through with you." She said, and that's when Jack met her eyes. It is said that the eyes are the gateway into the soul, and if you learned to read the clues the eyes gave, you could get a small idea of the person was thinking. And jack had been able to pick this up, and what he saw in Barnette's eyes, wasn't a good thing, at least for him anyway.
Barnette had determined what she was going to do when Jack regained consciousness, and the memories that spurred these thoughts fed her anger.
"You remember how you said if you didn't meet my standards, I could personally blow the crap out of you?" She said in a sweet voice.
"Yeah…"
"Well, I warned you that I had very high standards, and I am afraid that you didn't meet them." She said, beaming down at him. Something was unsettling about the gaze she had affixed him with. "You see, when the person I love, is about to commit suicide to protect everyone they have feelings for, I like the corny but noble speech right before they go."
"Well I'm sorry, but there are some values that I just cannot compromise." He said, raising his chin in the air.
"SMACK That is for not giving me the little corny speech." Barnette slaped him across the face, as hard as she could.
"SMACK That is for leaving without saying good bye me the first time you left. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK Those are for trying to kill me. SMACK That is for making me shoot you. WHAM An that, that is for showing everyone what my panties looked like!" On the last one, she balled her hand into a fist, and drove it into his jaw. She then climbed onto the foot of the bed. She got on her hands and knee's over him. "Now, I've got something special for you." She said this in a very strange voice, and Jack noticed her eyes were no longer filled with danger, but something good. She either was hiding what she was thinking, or it was a good thing for jack, and he liked the tone of her voice, although he didn't know why. She moved up the bed, toward his head. She never broke eye contact with him, and he stared intently at her face, all the resolution in him keeping his eyes locked with hers. It was a tough job just keeping his eyes on her face when he was talking to her when she was standing next to him, and not on top of him. All of a sudden Barnette felt her left knee strike something as she brought it up to continue her advance. Jack's eyes bulged, and he mouthed wordlessly for a few minutes. Barnette looked down to see what her knee had hit, as found it hit dead center between his legs. Why was he reacting like that? What had happened? He wondering was stalled as words finally excaped his mouth, but in a very high voice.
"What did you have to do that for. Good lord, that hurts! Couldn't you have just shot me?" Barnette didn't know what it meant, but she made a mental note that she found a spot that he would have preferred to shot than hit in. She jumped of the bed. Jack kept talking. "By the way, can I keep your panties? We've been through alot together… WHAM" Barnette punched him in the jaw again.
"I'll consider that shooting you is an option, I gotta go, I've got to ask the doctor something, and I'm going to grab something to eat. And Meia said she'd come bye to have a talk about that flat chest joke you made to her." Barnette said happily as she walked to the door, and heard Jack mutter something like, "I can hardly wait." In a voice still quite high pitched. After talking to Duero, she found out why he had reacted to being struck between the legs like he did. She saw a weapon when he had told her "… Most sensitive part of the Male anatomy." She left to go tell Jura and the others, who would undoubtedly find this a most interesting bit of information. Duero walked back into the infirmary, wondering what had went on in his absence.
"Never leave me alone with her again!" Jack said, his voice still high pitched, and the pieces clicked together in his brain, as he sat at his terminal and began to type.
Sorry it's such a short one, but I am completely out of stuff. Email me! I want to talk about my writing, and the asking the reviewers is a big help in the improvement department! I need help, or I'm not going to be able to continue writing this stuff!