Ok, before people start assuming things, I really do like Chronos. I don't
mean to make him so whiny and weepy. It's all Linkin Park's fault!
Listening to their music and writing a fanfic is not a good idea, cause
your main character will be depressed no matter what you do.
Bloody Roar, and the characters do not belong to me. They belong to Hudson Soft or whoever made them. o.o and Linkin Park does not belong to me either, so leave me alone about it! -sniffles-
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Chronos sighed and unlocked the door, seeing if there was anything in the way of the couch. There wasn't so he gently picked Xion up again and walked into the house. He had a little bit of a problem getting him in, cursing when Xion's foot hit the door. A muted cry of pain came from the silver-haired man and Chronos wanted to kick himself. He didn't though, sure that Xion would kick him enough for both of them when he recovered. After what seemed like forever, he finally got him on the couch, but Chronos walked into the bathroom and got a washcloth.
"Why do I care for him even though all I get in return is more suffering?"
Chronos took the washcloth into the kitchen and took out a large bowl. He filled the bowl half-way with water, then walked back into the living room. Chronos knelt down next to Xion and gently started to wash his face. He had thought Xion was pale before, but now-- he shook his head, not wanting to think about it. Chronos carefully stripped him down to his red boxers, wondering if they were white before the fight. (AN: hey that rhymed! ^_^) He then cleaned the blood off of his body, unknowingly staring at him. Such beautiful ivory skin.. finely toned muscles.. Damn, he was doing it again! He shook his head violently, trying to force his thoughts away from that path.
Xion started to shiver. Chronos stood again and got the warmest and softest blanket he could find. He spread it out over him, admiring how closely the color of the comforter matched his eyes. It wasn't red either, he noticed with a smile. Maybe he would wear something that didn't have red on it after all. A few hours later, Xion's conditon had improved greatly. There was no trace of the previous injuries, except that he was still whiter than the winter sky. He had Zoanthropic regeneration abilities to thank for that. Xion looked as if he might wake up any minute now, Chronos noted with a slight smile.
-But when he wakes up.. Oh.. I'm going to regret the day I was ever made, because he'll take out all his anger and frustration out on me. I'm just glad I can heal faster than he can, otherwise I would have been dead a long time ago.-
As if he could read thoughts-- and mind you, Chronos was beginning to think he could-- Xion chose this moment to awaken. He sat up and looked around for a few seconds, letting his eyes focus. They immediately went to Chronos. He shrunk back at the look Xion gave him, eyes narrowed.. full of malice.
"What are you doing in my house? I thought I told you not to come back here!"
Chronos leaned forward slightly and stared back at him with as much anger in his eyes as he could show.
"Have you already forgotten how badly you were hurt? Am I not allowed to help you? Even though you don't care about your comrades you won't see me acting in such a way. I don't care how much you believe that you are a God! You still need help, and no one will bother to aid you but m--"
Chronos was silenced by Xion. He had back-handed him across the face.
"Don't you ever speak to me that way again. When a person cares about someone, they let their guard down, and they end up just like you. Weak. See now, you're already crying again."
He looked down at the floor and let his tears fall. To wipe them away would only cause Xion to mock him further. The sandy brown carpet seemed so much more interesting than it had a few momoents ago. So did the snowy couch. Eventually he stopped his quiet crying and brought his minty gaze back up to Xion. He spoke with a quivering voice and puffy eyes locked onto him.
"Xion..."
Did he have any idea how much he was hurting him? Did he know that the constant onslaught of harsh words made him want to die, to numb himself to the world?
-No... If he knew, he would only laugh more. Xion doesn't care about me at all. I... I care for him, and all I get in return is more hate. I can't take much more of this.-
"Why are you just staring, Phoenix? Finish your sentence."
"I... I'm leaving now. If you somehow grow a heart, don't go looking for me. You'll never find me and you won't have to be around a weak little Phoenix anymore."
Without even giving Xion a chance to respond, he ran outside into the rain. He turned into an alleyway and broke down, kneeling on the ground. He started to cry again, this time louder. It all seemed quiet next to the thunder crashing above him and the dull thuds of raindrops falling on trash cans. For a moment, there was nothing. Then, as soon as he started to welcome it, everything returned to normal. Well, as normal as Chronos could ever be.
His vision returned much slower than his hearing and feeling. Where ever he was, it was cold. His arms and legs were pinned down; soft metallic noises could be heard to the side. A sharp, concentrated pain in his arm helped him make the connection. He opened his eyes to have a bright light confirm his suspicion. Here he was, in another of the king's laboratories. The pain in his arm was from a syringe, sucking the blood right from his arm. He ignored the pain and gritted his teeth, not wanting to give the scientists the pleasure of seeing him like he felt on the inside.
-Why did I ever leave Xion...?-
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Kenshin: Well, there ya go. And don't forget to Review! It helps, that it does!
*kicks Kenshin* You're not in this one! So hush before I decide to pair you up with Shishio instead of Kaoru!
Kenshin: *shudders* That's not fair! You told me that you were going to make me part of the only straight fanfic you would ever write. Kaoru's going to be quite angry with you, that she is. I'm not helping you either!
*smirks and Kenshin appears chained down in front of Shishio* Don't make me do it. I hate him as much as you do! *turns to readers* Sorry this chapter is so weird.. and a bad place to stop at as well. Well, I guess no one will be too upset about it. You have the whole rest of FF.Net to read..
Bloody Roar, and the characters do not belong to me. They belong to Hudson Soft or whoever made them. o.o and Linkin Park does not belong to me either, so leave me alone about it! -sniffles-
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Chronos sighed and unlocked the door, seeing if there was anything in the way of the couch. There wasn't so he gently picked Xion up again and walked into the house. He had a little bit of a problem getting him in, cursing when Xion's foot hit the door. A muted cry of pain came from the silver-haired man and Chronos wanted to kick himself. He didn't though, sure that Xion would kick him enough for both of them when he recovered. After what seemed like forever, he finally got him on the couch, but Chronos walked into the bathroom and got a washcloth.
"Why do I care for him even though all I get in return is more suffering?"
Chronos took the washcloth into the kitchen and took out a large bowl. He filled the bowl half-way with water, then walked back into the living room. Chronos knelt down next to Xion and gently started to wash his face. He had thought Xion was pale before, but now-- he shook his head, not wanting to think about it. Chronos carefully stripped him down to his red boxers, wondering if they were white before the fight. (AN: hey that rhymed! ^_^) He then cleaned the blood off of his body, unknowingly staring at him. Such beautiful ivory skin.. finely toned muscles.. Damn, he was doing it again! He shook his head violently, trying to force his thoughts away from that path.
Xion started to shiver. Chronos stood again and got the warmest and softest blanket he could find. He spread it out over him, admiring how closely the color of the comforter matched his eyes. It wasn't red either, he noticed with a smile. Maybe he would wear something that didn't have red on it after all. A few hours later, Xion's conditon had improved greatly. There was no trace of the previous injuries, except that he was still whiter than the winter sky. He had Zoanthropic regeneration abilities to thank for that. Xion looked as if he might wake up any minute now, Chronos noted with a slight smile.
-But when he wakes up.. Oh.. I'm going to regret the day I was ever made, because he'll take out all his anger and frustration out on me. I'm just glad I can heal faster than he can, otherwise I would have been dead a long time ago.-
As if he could read thoughts-- and mind you, Chronos was beginning to think he could-- Xion chose this moment to awaken. He sat up and looked around for a few seconds, letting his eyes focus. They immediately went to Chronos. He shrunk back at the look Xion gave him, eyes narrowed.. full of malice.
"What are you doing in my house? I thought I told you not to come back here!"
Chronos leaned forward slightly and stared back at him with as much anger in his eyes as he could show.
"Have you already forgotten how badly you were hurt? Am I not allowed to help you? Even though you don't care about your comrades you won't see me acting in such a way. I don't care how much you believe that you are a God! You still need help, and no one will bother to aid you but m--"
Chronos was silenced by Xion. He had back-handed him across the face.
"Don't you ever speak to me that way again. When a person cares about someone, they let their guard down, and they end up just like you. Weak. See now, you're already crying again."
He looked down at the floor and let his tears fall. To wipe them away would only cause Xion to mock him further. The sandy brown carpet seemed so much more interesting than it had a few momoents ago. So did the snowy couch. Eventually he stopped his quiet crying and brought his minty gaze back up to Xion. He spoke with a quivering voice and puffy eyes locked onto him.
"Xion..."
Did he have any idea how much he was hurting him? Did he know that the constant onslaught of harsh words made him want to die, to numb himself to the world?
-No... If he knew, he would only laugh more. Xion doesn't care about me at all. I... I care for him, and all I get in return is more hate. I can't take much more of this.-
"Why are you just staring, Phoenix? Finish your sentence."
"I... I'm leaving now. If you somehow grow a heart, don't go looking for me. You'll never find me and you won't have to be around a weak little Phoenix anymore."
Without even giving Xion a chance to respond, he ran outside into the rain. He turned into an alleyway and broke down, kneeling on the ground. He started to cry again, this time louder. It all seemed quiet next to the thunder crashing above him and the dull thuds of raindrops falling on trash cans. For a moment, there was nothing. Then, as soon as he started to welcome it, everything returned to normal. Well, as normal as Chronos could ever be.
His vision returned much slower than his hearing and feeling. Where ever he was, it was cold. His arms and legs were pinned down; soft metallic noises could be heard to the side. A sharp, concentrated pain in his arm helped him make the connection. He opened his eyes to have a bright light confirm his suspicion. Here he was, in another of the king's laboratories. The pain in his arm was from a syringe, sucking the blood right from his arm. He ignored the pain and gritted his teeth, not wanting to give the scientists the pleasure of seeing him like he felt on the inside.
-Why did I ever leave Xion...?-
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Kenshin: Well, there ya go. And don't forget to Review! It helps, that it does!
*kicks Kenshin* You're not in this one! So hush before I decide to pair you up with Shishio instead of Kaoru!
Kenshin: *shudders* That's not fair! You told me that you were going to make me part of the only straight fanfic you would ever write. Kaoru's going to be quite angry with you, that she is. I'm not helping you either!
*smirks and Kenshin appears chained down in front of Shishio* Don't make me do it. I hate him as much as you do! *turns to readers* Sorry this chapter is so weird.. and a bad place to stop at as well. Well, I guess no one will be too upset about it. You have the whole rest of FF.Net to read..