Blazing above the wasteland sands, the sun poured down devastating heat, frustrated were those who were forced to live in such a place. It was as if hell had came up and tried to scathe and burn the earth away of all life it contained. Most of the people who lived upon the planet remained inside on days like this. With the earth dieing below their feet, it felt as if there could be nothing done yet to grieve for their upcoming loss. How easily hope was given up, and how some suffered endlessly due to the way destiny traveled. Hope yet, was one of the least things lost for some. It just took a matter of time to realize that, and perhaps for someone to show that.
Panting heavily, a lone traveler couldn't take the heat or his injuries from battles from earlier before anymore. The day was so long, and without water, food, or anything to heal with, it just made it easier for his body to want to give up. Whipping sweat away form his forehead, he just felt as if he could die here and now. No one cared, he was alone, and that's how he always wished to be. Scarves were randomly discarded to stop himself from over heating, however each step he took, it became harder to walk. Finally he collapsed onto his knees panting heavily. Breathes becoming shorter and harder to pull out from his body he knew this was the end for himself. The silver haired boy just painted heavily, a mixture of sweat and blood dripping from his body upon the burning sands of the wasteland.
Taking his canteen from his side, once again he tried to get some water from it; the only hope he had was nothing but dust. Sitting back, he stayed there unable to move anymore from his exhaustion. "Am I going to die?" He asked himself. It were only a day since he left Virginia, Gales, and Clive, and he were already seeming to fade away faster than his memories that never existed. He didn't wish to regret it, and he was looking back at leaving them. If only this were some horrible dream and he could wake up soon. Then at least he could have someone to sit near, to watch, to listen to. That was all gone now, and it seemed he were to loose more than them.
A simple note left at the inn was his farewell to them, nothing more. They meant nothing to him, didn't they? That's what he believed, what he wished to be true, however his feelings were struggled and he was confused. It was a fight that mainly drove him away. The harsh words from the married man singed into his mind. It was the first thing that had for a long time. 'Heartless coward...' The boy thought over this, and what it meant to him. Always running away from his problems, never speaking of them to anyone and trying to keep to himself that is how he lived and what he hated. He hated himself more than everything. Clive only had tried to pull that out of the boy so he may admit it and finally recover.
Darkness started to play its role to his sight, everything blurring, spinning. The world was becoming empty except for what crept upon him. Collapsing in the hot desert, there would usually be no help for a traveler in this situation. His vision playing games with him. Unable to stir, he could watch everything go by for hours, his body feeling more like hell each moment he breathed. Breathes were becoming shorter, more into gasps for survival. Why couldn't someone come along to put him out of his misery? The few travelers who did pass did nothing yet simply glare at the dieing boy, not showing a concern or pitied gesture. Usually no one did care, no one stopped to look, yet Jet was indeed different and very fortunate this day. He was lucky enough to have someone that cared for him, someone he would never expect to.
Virginia had ran up a sand dune examing over the land. She and the others had been looking for the loner all day since he left. Worried sick, she didn't know what to do nor did anyone else. They had followed after the footsteps the boy had left behind as their only clue, yet out of all of them Clive were most anxious to find him. "Here he is!" Virginia called back to her comrades from on top of the hill Quickly Clive climbed up the dune and made his way down to the fallen boy. He was the first to run to his side and examine over the boy's body in concern and regret. He placed a hand upon the boy's head, soon realizing how severe the situation was. Reaching to his side and picked the boy's head up so he could drink from his canteen of water. "He's dehydrated... We must get him somewhere out of the sun immediately."
Groaning softly, Jet tried to open his eyes. All he could see were the faded images above him. He knew exactly who they were. "Damn't..." He softly whispered. With no show in
a attempt of trying to get away, nor did he reject them. The only thing he could do was slowly drift back into his unconscious state. Clive could only stare down at the boy in his arms worriedly. He was the one who had gotten in a fight with him. It was over a stupid matter at that and because of that he nearly had lost him. His heart pounded, mind raged in hatred of himself to see what had happened because of the stupid quarrel, yet he was calm just to hold him in his arms. How peaceful he seemed, even though how wrong that feeling felt inside, he just soaked it up with every ounce of emotion in his body.
Virginia crouched by Clive's side, trying to think of a town that would be close by. "He doesn't seem to be doing to well. We have to get to town soon as possible." She answered with a slight sulk. "Yeah! Let's head there!" Gallows grinned at her trying to cheer her up. "They'll probably have somewhere to eat!" He cheered on at the thought of a meal. Virginia nodded with him, as they both quickly spoke of what they were to do once getting to the town. Clive just nodded, not saying a word however did begin to carry the boy across the harsh desert towards the west. His mind set more on the boy who were in such a horrible condition rather than food. The night drifted on slowly, not aging a bit as the moments seemed slow lasting forever.
Jet. A voice urged to call out the name. Nudging at his side, a soft muffled groan became evident in the darkness. Jet, wake up. The voice rang out to him. "Jesus..." The boy moaned rolling over to his side. The complete darkness of night had swallowed the room, only dim lights from the stars that were set across the sky served as their light.
Gazing about, blue eyes pierced through the darkness, slowly spotting the one who awakened him. "Damn't Clive!" He grumbled rolling back into his bed. With a sigh, the older man reached over taking Jet's galla bag which ordered an immediate reaction of the silver haired male. Grasping his wrist, he tried to get the money back into his possession yet Clive simply threw it upon the floor letting the coins scatter about. "Now, if you want that you have to be awake." He told the boy clearly.
Partially sitting up, Jet's stifled black shirt moved with his body looking to the other with a cold glare. There was no reason for any of this, no reason at all. Climbing out of the stiffly woven cot, he made he briskly walked across the floor. Each coin had to spill down the stairs. Damn it all! Clive's intentions were not for the boy however to pick up the coins. Grasping his arm, he pulled him into an embrace. "Calm yourself.... That isn't everything you know..." Quietly the man whispered into his ear.
Jet spun around shooting a glare at him, yet that slowly softened just gazing into the eyes of the other. Shaking his head, he just pushed that aside to look away. "Who asked you?! Why don't you go do research on some kind of freak!" He hollered in retaliation. Raising a gloved index finger, Clive rested it upon Jet's soft silky lips to hush them. "Shhh.... It's okay." He whispered.
Thumbing over Jet's lips, his own lips curved in enjoyment. Slightly putting pressure open the lips, he forced the young boy to open his mouth. Soon as his chance had became open, Clive took his chance. The warm luscious mouth of Jet. It tasted so good, almost heavenly to a point. How he long to do something like this with the sulking young boy. A way to see him smile, to cheer him up, to make him his. Married, he knew it was wrong, and even more for obvious reasons yet that didn't stop as his tongue began to search his mouth.
Jet's eyes widened with fear, confusion, and somewhat in joy as he slowly let himself become engulfed by the emotion displayed by the other. His heart pounded heavily. Finally, his body reacted by pushing Clive away. Panting a bit for breath, he whipped at his lips then spat upon the ground. Clive looked to him having only stepped back only about three feet before adjusting his glasses. "What the hell do you think your doing?" Growled the angst boy. "Fucking ass..." Not waiting for an answer, he quickly grabbed his things dashing down the stairs and outside. Clive just watched with him run off, quickly trailing after him. "Jet!" He called to him.
Working on getting dressed, Jet paid no attention to Clive, yet Clive didn't want to see the other run from him again. Wrapping his arms around the boy, a small soft sigh emitted from his throat. "Listen... I need to speak to you... It's about before." Stumbling, Jet felt paralyzed, unable to move in the others hold. He couldn't admit he liked how the other's touch made him think or feel. He hated it in a way, and in another way he loved it wanting more. "I don't want to talk to you." Snorted the boy while trying to get his boot on.
At a loss, Clive just let go of him, hesitating to do anything more then walk away from him a bit. Rejection was something he didn't expect. Taking off his glasses for a moment, he worked on cleaning them before placing them back carefully. "Where do you plan on going? I mean, can you really fight alone? With that sort of attitude in life, what memories do you hope to make?" That's what caught Jet's attention. His soft saddened eyes, the empty hurt expression. Clive never saw the boy like this, not since he spoke of how he had nothing. "I'm sorry...."
Jet shrugged to him, finishing on getting dressing himself. The crisp feeling of night was in the air, the freezing temperatures. Compared to the day, this was a haven to escape into, to escape away from. Thinking over it however, Jet didn't want to run, he didn't want to leave anyone behind. He was running away from them for all the wrong reasons. Looking back to Clive, he was confused on what to do with his life anymore. Life was meaningless to him, only money counted as it helped him survive into better conditions. In this journey, barely any money came his way, and when it did, it were split up between four so it were a small fraction as it was. Everything is shades of grey, and now it was finally becoming clear to him. He had to change himself. Sighing softly, he nodded to Clive slowly heading back towards the inn. "I'll stay... Just for tonight though." He murmured under his breath. A small smile curved over Clive's lips, watching the boy head inside. "Alright.... Good night."