"That turned out to be better than we originally thought my dear," a woman said as she sat in a tree taking off her black clothing. She dropped it on the bough and jumped into a small pool below. As she entered the water, hardly a ripple was created. A perfect dive. Her friend was stripping out of her black clothing as well.
"Maybe, but did you see how they turned on each other? I thought only animals did that. Animals are one thing, but to see a platoon of soldiers do that too," her soft voice was a sweet as a magpie's warble. It could turn anyone's cold heart into a bursting dam. After carefully placing her clothing on a branch, she dove into the water herself. The water was cool to the touch but very refreshing. As she breached the water for a breath, her long pink hair flowed behind her, as though it was a cape made of silk. Her red headed friend was floating idly on back near the waterhole's edge. Suddenly, a man came running out of the thick forest. Reacting on basic instincts, the pink girl jumped out of the water and grabbed her 9-mm pistol. Holding it directly at his heart, he frozen on the spot. Standing in her plain black bikini, her tan body was angelic. The scared man was still standing in front of her.
"What have we got here girlie?" her friend called from the water's edge, "does it like to run?"
"Please don't hurt me ladies. I am just merely lost when I stumbled into your serene glade. I…I don't want to dist-t-turb you. Please l-let me go," his voice had gone to a steady whine and it was starting to irritate her.
"Why should I let you live? If you can answer me that then I will not kill you like a wild animal," her voice was empty; his interruption in her after kill routine had upset her, "is it possible for you to talk or is it just the men that find me hard to talk to?" His mouth dropped open at her very blunt words.
"I was h-h-hunting deer and wild bore. I took chase w-w-w-when I saw it c-c-c-come this way…I think. B-b-but when I got here all I f-f-f-found were you gorgeous ladies, if is not too b-b-b-bold to s-s-s-s-say so?" he was tumbling over his own words. This was very irritating.
Mockingly, she stuttered back at him, "I d-d-didn't think it was p-p-p-possible for a m-m-m-moron to stutter so much! Don't you know how to speak properly? It is not that hard." With that, she pulled the trigger. BANG! A small waft of smoke came from her gun as she held it close to her face.
"Wasn't that a bitbrutal kiddo? He was just a hunter."
"How often do you see a hunter without some sort of hunting equipment?" Placing her gun back in its halter, she fastened it around her waist.
"If want something say it now, I'm going for a run to clear my head." With that she left running through the dense undergrowth with her pink hair flying behind her. She was listening to her music softly when she spotted a wire lying across her path. Thinking quickly, she climbed the tree and jumped across the branches like a delicate cat. Landing on the ground softly, she straightened herself and continued her run.
What was she thinking killing him so coldly? It was not as if he had spotted her doing something that she shouldn't have. Mulling over these thoughts, Hilary climbed out of the water. Her long red hair was turning brown at the roots again. Not noticing, drying herself off, she pulled her belt over her bikini bottoms and placed her gun in the halter. Her straight hair was starting to dry out and get wavy. The sun was warm on her fair skin. Only the shiver down her spine ruined her afternoon. Slowly as she turned around, she found him standing there.
"Dad, where's the dog? He was in the car just before but now I can't find him!" Tyson called out to his father in the top room. Pulling at his dark blue hair as he waited for his uncle's reply.
"Have you tried the backyard? I might have put him in there already. Either that or he's under the car." The reply came over the building noise of conversation and activity. Sighing, Tyson pulled himself together and started his search for his beloved dog.
Maybe I should start in the backyard? But the car is just here, so I'll start here and make my way round. His plan was unfolding in his thick head. Tyson looked under the old Toyota, nothing but dirt. The car was nothing more than an old 4 wheel-drive that his father had owned since his mother had left them 6 years ago. He felt his heart drop at the thought of his mother. She had died when he was 14 yrs old, but he just never had the heart to leave his father alone in the house. Her death had had a major impact on how he viewed life after that. Now he hardly ever followed his heart, he just wanted the simple life that his father now lived. Walking slowly, Tyson looked into the front yard, his dog was not there. He changed direction and walked around to the back, the dog wasn't there either. His heart started to plummet. The dog was his only way of relieving the day-to-day worries, which he bottled up.
Why am I like this? Is all her fault that I am like this? Was it that point in my life that I changed forever? All of his thoughts now bombarded him with questions that he was just not ready to face up to. His friends had started to drift away from him after her death; he started to get lonely.
Without knowing he had started to wander into the forest that grew around the secluded town. It was a deterrent to stalkers as there were rumours about what the locals do to people like that. Even though it was common knowledge in the town that there were some people who would come this way and then would disappear and never return. Deep in thought, he kept walking. His mind was swamped with questions, which had plagued him since his mother had passed on.
Why her? What did she do wrong to deserve that fate? Why me? How much damage did I do to the world to get, stuck, with…his eyes had just caught site of a girl bathing in a glade. Her red hair as vivid as the still burning coals. His mouth dropped open as he gaped as the mystery girl dried herself off. Must not look, must not…Oh hell. Go for it! The conscience had no intention of arguing so he stared at her beautiful curvy figure.
Standing around, the soldiers looked at the dead commander on the floor of their block. Everyone was taking precautions as not to touch him in case they fell victim to his crazy death. The soldier that had been killed lay on the floor with a sheet over his body; it was disturbing to look at his body. Nothing in this camp was working out.
They were only supposed to be stationed here to keep the locals from hurting outsiders. So the locals were naturally very pleasant to visit and have gossip sessions with. Unfortunately, things around the area were going to take a bit of a turn around.
With a whole battalion of troops dead, one leading officer, and a Petty Officer dead, the troops were looking down a very long road. Nothing lay between the soldiers who witnessed the commander killing the soldier to a court marshal where everyone goes down the toilet with murder.
Staring at the dead in front of him, one soldier took a step forward, "We need to get this cleared up. Imagine what the General would say if he saw this when he walks in."
"We can already tell you what hes gonna say!" another called from down the hall, "he'll 'av our necks he will." Everyone had started to mumble and the first trooper was getting anxious about the situation.
"Would you want him to come in here and take us all in to court marshal us all? Cause I don't, I have a family to see to and weekly payments to give out. We all have to pitch in otherwise we are all done for," he was now on the verge of pleading with the other men. His cause was looking hopeless. Slowly walking up to the commander and comrade, he rolled them up in two separate sheets and started to drag them to the door.
Soon another soldier joined him; "I want to go home to a family where none of this can bother me again. So I will help you shift these two loyal men from here." His face was blank, but his words were full of meaning and that convinced the soldier. They pulled the commander and the soldier to the door to take them outside and bury them.
Not long after, the whole barracks were pulling and shovelling the saturated dirt with rust covered shovels. Dark skies were being streamed with reds and golds as the sun crept over the horizon to welcome another day.
Picking up the mugs, I made my way back to the kitchen. Softly padding across the floor, Rei moved towards our room. The neko-jin was going to have a shower by the look on his face. So determine to clean his already very clean silky-soft hair again. My own fell in front of my face, the dark blue locks blocking my view of the doorway.
"Kai, are you going to have a shower today? Because you didn't have one yesterday while I was here," his voice was so pure; it was as if hearing a kitten purr when you have just fed it.
I stopped to think. Rei had left to go to buy some presents for some friends in his home village. As much as I could remember I had one just after he left as we were going out that night to say hi to some old friends of ours from high school.
"Kitty, I had one yesterday remember? When you came home to scold me for having extremely wet hair and insisted on using the hair drier. Don't you remember?" I was placing the mugs in the dishwasher and started to make my way back to our room.
"That is true my Russian, but have you had one today?" he was going to start our ritual events again. The fight over the shower. It always started the day with a touch of spice. He knew very well that I let him have the shower first as he takes a while to wash and dry his long black silky hair.
Kai, stop thinking those thoughts. G-rated thoughts, G-rated thoughts, G-rated thoughts, G-rated thoughts. I sighed. All I could see was his perfectly coloured skin dripping with water. The muscle tone that made his arms look so perfect. Golden eyes that pierce my very being. His straight black hair was like a tail, when it was dry it curl slightly.
"Kai, come here," his voice was barely a whisper. It was so enticing. Edging closer to him, I noticed that he was still wet from his shower. There was something not right about the picture. As I moved closer, he peeled the clothes off my skin and into the shower. It was still running.
Another towel was already hanging over the frame. He had been planning this for a while by the looks of it. Closing the glass door behind me, he pushed me against the wall. Warm water was streaming down our bodies. Pulling him closer was a difficult job.
The floor was slippery and my hands kept slipping. Sinking lower in the shower, I sat on the wet floor. He sank lower so that he wrapped his legs around my body. Water was dripping from his hair onto my face and in my eyes. I ignored it because I was entranced in the moment.
His golden eyes flickered with passion. Resting his entire body weight on me, he ran his skilled fingers up and down my back, the feeling unbelievable. I pulled Rei closer; his body was completely pressed against my own. Warmth spread over me.
Tilting my head upwards, I leant up to kiss him. Pulling away slightly, he came back for more. The water was still streaming over our warm bodies, encasing us in a perpetual blanket of warmth and cosiness. The glass wall was hot where my back was pressed against it, only when I moved away and came back just a touch after was it cold again. With Rei on one side and temperature changing glass on the other, I was happy.
Rei kept shifting his weight but it made his bones dig into my thighs. Looking down as to why my kitten was shifting so much, I noticed something. He was repositioning himself because of me. Our time together in the shower was very…well…enjoyable. The smile that crossed his lips was puzzling as it was of discomfort yet it was full of mischief.
Giving him a puzzled look back, he shifted his weight back and leant forward. Left to look at the top of his head, I was confused. Then I felt his lips and mouth press on and around me. I was totally at his mercy. What he did to me and how I reacted was not what I had planned. My body tensed up all the way along, my hands clasped his and my hips went up.
This was not allowed in the shower or bedroom. What made this time so unique that it could happen? Forcing my head down to look at the black haired head, I leant forward and kissed his wet head. As he looked up, my body settled a little and that cute little devilish smile crossed his face.
As he leant forward again, I placed my hand over his mouth and lifted his face up. Taking charge again, I forced him onto his back and laid on top. The sudden action took him by surprise, but he was smiling. I smiled sheepishly back, with my eyes slightly down cast.
Gently placing his hands on my cheek, he guided my eyes back to his face. Rubbing his thighs with my own, I kissed him passionately. His body was rising with the force of his passion. We were soon lost in a tangle of bodies and water. Nothing could separate us for a long time. It took us a few hours to come down from the high we just had in the shower.
Sighing loudly, Gramps moved away from the destruction after working on it for over five hours. As he moved towards the house, his son ran out with a worried look on his face. His blue hair was dishevelled and his brown eyes were wide.
"Dad, have you seen Tyson? He went missing at lunch and now he hasn't returned and I don't know what to do. I was supposed to look after him and now it looks like I am failing. What can I do to get him back, he is all I have left!" Shuuji was yelling at the top of his voice and people were turning around to see what the commotion was all about.
Smiling weakly to all that had turned, Gramps was worried. He knew that Tyson had gone after Dranzer at lunch because he disappeared. But for Tyson to do the same was puzzling. He was never stupid enough to do something like that. Or was he? Pondering that thought, Gramps looked around the house.
The paths lead to nowhere, but that means nothing in the little village. Walking around the yard, he knew that the dog always walked towards the forest, as there was always something to chase. This was not normal, but this town was always far from normal anyway.
It was getting late by the time that Shuuji and Gramps had finished looking. Their stomaches were starting the slow jobs of devouring themselves from lack of food. This kid was just one giant pain in the ass when it came to wandering off. If it were possible to get lost in a closet, he would be the first to do so.
Getting lost was this kid's past time. He could get lost in a matter of minutes of arriving at a destination. Only to turn up a few hours later sleeping in his bed next to the radio. Leaning forward and resting against the fence, Gramps looked at the forest. It was the only place that he would never enter. There were so many terrible stories that were told about that place.
A shiver went up and around his spine. There would be time to search tomorrow. He hoped.
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