Burning Rapture.
Chapter 3 - Uniform and other strange things.
In the previous chapter:
"And you just expect me to fight alongside an army, who desire to destroy the things I love, the people I care for? I will not be a part of it, I'd rather die!" she stated, finding the strength inside her once again.
"No one can leave 'Hell', so you have no choice." Nephrite got up and begun to walk towards the door.
"You're wrong." Makoto stated, her comment made him stop for a moment "There is always a choice." she stared blankly at the door, as he walked out, locking it behind him.
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Nephrite returned after about an hour, holding in his hand a tiny grey bag.
"Here" he threw it at the brown-haired girl, who lay, deep in thought on his bed and hadn't even realised that he came in. "You need your strength for tomorrow." he stated, avoiding any eye contact with his old friend.
"And what, may I ask, is tomorrow?" she said sarcastically, taking a peep inside the bag "Food?" she looked up at him for a moment "You trying to poison me?"
"Don't be stupid. If I wanted to kill, I would have done it the fun way." he smirked to himself "And tomorrow is your…'audition' in front of the 'Judge'"
Makoto stared blankly, taking a bite out of a messy cheese and ham sandwich "Do I even want to know who the 'Judge' is?" she asked playfully, but got no reply.
They sat in silence until it got dark and the moon revealed itself from behind the clouds. Without a word of warning, Nephrite begun to undress, which put Makoto in a total state of shock, but thankfully he only took his shirt off.
'He's grown up' she thought to herself, blushing slightly at the sight of his upper body. Makoto only remembered him, as he was at the age of 10 and at that moment she wanted nothing more than to turn back time and be with her best friend again.
"Go to sleep." he ordered, lying down on the floor, using his shirt as a pillow.
"So you do care about me" Makoto smiled, her eyes shining, which caused Nephrite to turn towards her.
"What makes you think such a ridiculous thing?" he asked blankly, giving her the coldest look.
"Well, you're willing to sacrifice your own comfort for my sake" she nodded towards the bed.
"I never use the bed" he turned away from her once again "It's self training to sleep in the worst circumstances." and no more was said.
Makoto was disappointed by his answer and couldn't get to sleep for what seemed like hours and when she finally begun to drift off, this weird prickling pain came digging into her heart. It was getting light outside when Makoto fell asleep.
She was awoken hours later by the mention of her name and opening her eyes came face to face with Nephrite.
"Get ready" he ordered throwing her something which horribly enough resembled an army uniform.
"Have anything smaller and more…feminine?" Makoto's face arose from a uniform the size of a tent.
Nephrite laughed "You'll have to make do with this." It was obvious he wanted to annoy her and she would have none of it. When Nephrite went to get breakfast, she found an old sawing kit in one of the dusty drawers and by the time she finished, her old, baggy uniform was unrecognizable.
As Nephrite walked in the room, he almost dropped the bag of breakfast from his hands. Makoto was waiting for him by the door. Her uniform now fitted quite nicely and was even a little tight in some areas, which made Nephrite blush. Her gloves were lined with sugar-pink lining, which she ripped off her original cloths, as were the pants and the shirt. The belt was the beautiful centre of the masterpiece before him, which caused the material of her top to be pulled towards it tightly, perfectly accenting her boobs.
"Let's-a-go!" Makoto winked and walked past the shell-shocked Nephrite who seemed to have lost control of his body completely.
'Snap out of it!' He told himself and shaking his head, followed Makoto to the stairs.
"Aren't you hungry?" he asked her after about 5 minutes walk, as he realised that he was still holding the bag of food in his hands.
"Nope. Had some leftovers from yesterday." she smiled, but once again Nephrite turned away, not wanting anything to do with her. But Makoto had enough.
"You know what?" she stopped, making him stop too "If you want me to cooperate even a tiny bit, which by the way I'm not at all happy about, then you can at least be nice!"
"I don't care for your attitude." he begun to walk once again, but slowly, hinting that she should follow, him, but she didn't.
"That's all I hear from you - 'I don't care', well you should care! Or at least you could try, seeing as you brought me to this 'Hell' in the first place!" she yelled, forgetting about the fact that she was almost powerless here.
At that comment Nephrite stopped dead in his tracks and clenched his fists, grabbing her full attention "I didn't bring you here, princess." he turned around "Everyone who comes here, DESERVES to be here! So don't give me any of your 'Mrs Nice' crap! You are a sinner, just like the rest of us, who deserves to die in 'Hell'!" he screamed, his eyes burning with anger and stormed off, leaving Makoto speechless.
Ok, so I guess this chapter shows Nephrite's evil side and kind of hint at the reason of his constant anger. R&R please. Hope you enjoyed this chapter, the other one'll be here before you can say "Great fiction!" (smiles)