Memories, they taunted me often. I never really got the chance to even look at them to know there had to be something I had forgotten... Who am I? What was I brought into this world for? Why did I wake up that day? Why could I have just never been born? Asking such, I just laughed never getting an answer. I don't want my memories. I'm scared to find them truthfully. I don't want friends. They just drag me along; however, even when I don't want these things, I need them, more than anything. I want them... I wish I could just understand why I feel like this. Why these things confuse me.

Waking up to the sounds of his own thoughts, Jet rolled to his side in his cot. His thoughts were out of this world, and not wishing to disturbed. It wasn't unusual to find him like this. Often he was thinking of these truths, no matter how much he hated to admit each moment of it. The reasons for the cold glares, the silence, and his emptiness all remained in the darkness, he was afraid to let anyone enter that darkness to save him from the eternal hell he had been carrying on with.

Before Jet knew it, he fell out of the cot onto the floor. A disturbing way to wake up indeed was to Virginia. "Don't think you can get away with sleeping away the whole day! You got to do that yesterday." Her voice rose as if she had the best thing happen, as usual that was. That infernal annoying voice was all he could think of with irritation.

Clutching onto the many scarves he usually use to hide his body, quickly he stumbled to get dressed as the bloody woman went back to where the others were patiently waiting around a small table. Gallows had to be the first to say something, by just looking upon them there had been silence. "How did you convince that punk to even think about staying?"

Clive looked to the other's direction, lightly shrugging his shoulders. "I apologized, simple as that." Astonished, Gallows sat back in his seat nodding to him. "Damn, must have been one good apology. If only that would work on women now.... Then I would never loose a gal!"

Taking a seat near Gallows, Virginia laughed and shook her head. "You wish it was that easy! Hm... Say, Clive? Where do you think we should head to next?" That was definitely a difficult question. How? There were no leads, no signs, nothing. As said before, it was becoming harder to even find a trace of their true enemy.

Raising a gloved hand, Clive coughed covering up his lips. His eyes set upon the now dressed boy who was standing at the bottom of the stairs. The morning light made his skin seem so silky and soft compared to last night. Silver locks of hair glistened from the day, soft pale skin. He almost caught himself lost in a stare, or even a drool. Once again he coughed trying to look away from the boy. "Any suggestions, Jet?" Simply, he was just stunned on how he could have passed eyeing Jet before.

Ignoring Clive, he made his way over to a table away from the group. It was their fault in the first place he was awake. Crossing his arms gently, he stared blankly to the window gazing at the world outside. It was a small village they had gone to. There was nothing much really. Sure, there was a shop, an inn, and a few houses for those who lived there, yet there was nothing more. Is this what is left of the world?

Clive sighed lightly, pushing his bangs to the side. "I guess he's still a little mad at me for before? Jet, I said I'm sorry." Ready to rise from his seat to walk to the boy, Virginia had quickly interrupted by shaking Jet wildly in the chair. "Hey! I said no sleeping for the whole day!" She laughed a bit stopping from the action. Giving her a cold glare, he stood up crossing his arms. "What?" He muttered.

Sighing a bit, the girl shook her head to Jet in disbelief. "Do you ever pay attention?" She asked. Sitting at the table Jet had been sitting at, she smiled to him as if she were to start a conversation. "You know, you really need to loosen up. Why not talk to us? If something's bothering you..." Unable to finish the sentence, Clive hushed the woman by placing a hand over her lips.

"Let him be... If he doesn't wish to speak, then let us not force him. It takes time to truly trust someone with your feelings. Even when you do begin to trust, trust is always easy to be broken."

Scuffing a shoe, Jet turned away from them to face the door that led its way outside. "I only said I was staying till morning, there were no promises." Shortly with those words, he walked out casually trying not to show the struggling feelings that coursed through his body. Virginia sighed a bit shaking her head not understanding what was up with him. She was going to react, however it was her this time to have her reactions cut off.

Clive ran after the boy once again, stopping him on the edge of town. Silence reached over both of them, and with that Clive could sense something wrong. Hesitantly somewhat, he grasped Jet's hand turning him around. Cold, his whole body felt freezing. "J-jet?" He asked a bit shaken by the frozen body mass standing and breathing before him. No response came from the boy other than the glance he made to Clive.

"Clive... don't worry. I'm fine."

"N-no your not, you need your rest!"

Giving somewhat of a smug smile, Jet leaned towards Clive letting his lips brush across his. "Don't worry..." He repeated to him. Clive only could whimper feeling abandoned and worried. More than anything he wanted the boy to stay. Grasping his wrist, he held them tightly pulling Jet into an embrace. "Come on, your not feeling well for one. You shouldn't be up running around. If its money you're worried about, I'll pay you anything, just please stay with us." He pleaded to him.

Sulking a bit, Jet wanted to pull away. To run, to just get away, a part of him refused to let him do that to Clive. A part of him wanted to be held in his arms, just to lay down and fall asleep and forget of all his worries. It hurt, it was confusing, and he wanted it. "Leave me alone." He muttered in a cruel angsty way only to be silenced of having a tongue shoved into his mouth.

At first, he tried to pull away, but then he let his own tongue play with Clive's. Warmth began to build between the two bodies, Jet's especially. He even wrapped his arms around Clive's neck to try to lean more into the moment finding himself more and more into it. A soft groan passed through the kiss, quickly letting himself pull away with that not wanting anymore.

Sulking, Clive pulled away letting his tongue recede back into his mouth pulling a small trail of their mixed mucus along with it. "You know... your so beautiful." He whispered softly to him caressing his cheek. "No matter what, you'll always be to me, and look at that, your already warmer as it is."

Taking a breath, Jet turned away from him completely flushed covering his lips now. More and more want had climbed through him never like before. How could that be? He didn't want to believe that he 'liked' his 'friend' Clive. He couldn't believe it. Clive was a married man, even with a daughter. That thought alone made his chest feel heavier with an aching pain. 'It hurts....' He thought. 'Why does it hurt?'

Turning back to Clive, a deeper blush set across his cheeks when seeing from the window that both Gallows and Virginia were spying and witnessed the little event. Fear was becoming more and more in control of his actions. Backing away, almost stumbling, he could feel his body tremble with all the mixtures of feelings and needs. "Just stop it!" He cried holding his head. "Leave me alone!" Stepping foreword concerned, Clive tried to hold the boy only to be forced to back away. "Jet... please..." He pleaded with him.

Once again, Jet was on the run. His feet took control of his body having darted out back into the waste land to escape his emotions. He didn't want to stop running, he couldn't. Tears fled from his eyes and down his cheeks. "Jet!" He heard his name called in the distance multiple times, each time seeming further and further away.

Soon, he couldn't run anymore, and town was to far out of site by than. Collapsing into the sand, he pounded the ground with a fist just sobbing with to much to carry on an already burned heart. "I hate you!" He cried. "I hate you!" Repeating it each time, he pounded his fist harder and harder into the ground.

I don't understand it. I guess I never will if I keep running away like that, but... Why does it hurt? Why do I feel pain when I try to look at facts rather than trust myself? I-I can't trust myself... That's how one is lead to death, to get hurt... I can't stop running now...

Freezing in place, something strange took over the sensations sent through his body. The sand below him was giving way letting something rise. Shaken from before already, he could barely even stumble backwards watching a desert worm crawl out. It had to be at least over forty feet in length.

A fight, there was no other choice. Reaching back to his side for his weapon, slowly his eyes widen. It wasn't there; he left it behind in the rush. How could he have been so stupid?! Weaponless and powerless, he sighed lightly closing his eyes. Fate took it's coarse, that's what he believed. The way things turned out only proved what his life should become.

Spreading his arms open, he waited for the pain to shoot through his body. He waited for the death that was coming to him. He didn't receive anything of that matter. A sound of a loud crackle filled the air seeming to echo. "Didn't think I was going to let you go off on your own?" A voice said.

Resting his arms at his sides, a small smile came over his lips. Why? Turning around, his eyes just spotted what he was truly waiting for. Why did he follow me? His weapon were tossed to him. He came for me... Catching it, the boy grinned back at the man. Clive... I don't understand... "Thanks..." Turning back around to face the beast, he prepared himself along side Clive. You'll never abandon me, will you? No matter how far I run...

Loading his weapon, Jet raised it prepared for the fight, side by side with Clive. Even though they were fighting alone, even though they left their comrades behind, something more was gained out of this. Something a lot more precious to Jet and something he never wanted to loose. That something was.

(Sorry for the shortness. I didn't think anyone was paying attention to this fan-fic, however I got a review! So I decided to write another chapter! I'll probably get some more up later! I hope you enjoy.  )