RuRu: We'll talk at the bottom…

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Summary: Nami's father returned and started to "question" her over whether she was going back with him, because he'd been apparently wrongly accused of something. Where she thought she would be strong and stand up for herself, it all kind of went down the drain and she was silent and weak to his offense. So he gave her 5 days to change her mind or he would force her to come. Jack led her to the top of the hill near the waterfall having NO idea what was going on, then he tried to comfort her, she let him for a while, then he asked what happened and how he could help her, she'd have nothing of it because she didn't want him to be hurt because she cared about him and BOOM as she went to run away he kissed her.

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I Can See the Wind

By: RuRu

Chapter 8

Day: Same Time: 1:12 PM

I felt everything I stood for begin to dissolve; my whole being rejected what he was doing. I wanted to struggle and push him away, scream at him for what he had done, I wanted to shove him in the river we stood beside and watch him float into the ocean, but above all that; I didn't want him to stop.

Ever since I had met him I made no sense in my thoughts; they were jumbled and unorganized in every form and fashion. He made me feel vulnerable and secure; two complete opposites and I was frightened because of all this.

But the warmth he created felt so right to me, yet so remote and new. I made no action to further what he was doing, just held my expression of shock and astonishment. After a few moments he pulled away; staring in my eyes with a trancelike gaze.

I swallowed hard, and tried to force words from my throat. It became the hardest moment of silence I ever had to endure; for the first time I wanted the valley to wake up and let out all it might have held back those many years of silence. Unfortunately, that wish went unanswered and it actually grew quieter; it seemed as though everything, even the plants, were tuned into my reaction to this.

"I'm sorry Nami…I…" He had obviously answered due to the uncomfortable moment both of us were experiencing.

"Don't…" I muttered, trying to avoid any eye contact with him.

His hands grew tighter around my waist, either taking weight off my ankle or pulling me closer. My hands were against his chest keeping a small space between us, I felt his warm breath against my temple, and then his lips brush my skin.

My face grew hot and actually began to tingle, "This isn't fair…what you're doing isn't fair!" I struggled again, but his arms just encircled me.

"What? What's not fair Nami?" He whispered, trying to calm me.

"You! Doing all this! I just met the man I thought I could forget about, telling me that in five days I'm going to be standing in front of a judge whether I want to or not, and now you decided that this would be the perfect moment to kiss me! Well great call of judgment asshole!" I pushed him so hard this time he stumbled backwards.

I glared at him menacingly, "What did you want to accomplish huh!" I said this as I caught myself.

"Did you think that this would help my situation? Oh that's smart! 'Yeah! I'll just kiss her and then she'll pour her heart out to me and tell me all her troubles! Then she'll say that she loves me and I can whisp her away off into the sunset escaping her evil father and all her woes!' was that it?" I exclaimed.

He gave a weak smile, "No…but I can do that if you want me too." He started to walk towards me again.

"NO! DAMMIT! WHAT DON'T YOU GET? I DON'T WANT ANYTHING FROM YOU! I JUST WANT YOU TO STAY AWAY! WHY CAN'T YOU LISTEN TO THE THINGS I WANT YOU TO LISTEN TO?" I screamed, fearing my vocals would give way halfway through my rant.

He didn't even flinch as he inched closer to me, "Nami…"

My already swollen eyes began to flood with tears, "Because…I'm not going to…I'm not going to give you that…" I clamped my eyes shut, and clinched my hands into fists.

"Give me what Nami?" He asked, placing his hands close enough to my arms to feel their heat.

"Whatever it is you want!" I shuddered as he laid his hands on my arms.

"What do you think that is Nami? What do you think it is that I want?" He slid one up to my cheek, rubbing any tears on it away with his thumb.

"Me." I looked up at him as I said it and bit my lower lip.

His voice vanished; all noise did, all the rustling limbs, all the birds' songs, the water splashing against the sides of the stream…everything. His lips moved, mouthing words I couldn't hear, but could understand. Words I was anxious for, but feared the most.

I love you.

Yes, those three words that can crush a person or send them soaring depending on their position. You could hear them from someone you've only dreamed about, or hear them from the person you've only dreamed about saying them to the person they've dreamed about. The words that make a person happiest, or hit their rock bottom, make you do the craziest things thought of, or bring you down so hard you lack the energy and strength to stand again, but no matter what the situation you crave to hear them. They can rightfully be called the three most dangerous and fulfilling words in any language.

His lips pressed gingerly against my forehead making me shudder, I could feel my body relax. His arms found themselves around me again, and one hand began to rub my back comfortingly.

"I…" I started to respond to his confession, part of me feeling like I owed him an answer.

I shifted in his hold, now laying my head against his collarbone, "I…I can't…not now…"

"I know." He simply said, as if he expected no final decision.

I couldn't help but look up at him in utter confusion, "Huh?"

"I just wanted you to know, because I want you to know I'm behind you for a reason that adds up to more then a friend helping a friend out." He gave me that smile that made me melt and turned to hide all the heat that had built up on my cheeks.

Never had anyone told me they loved me like that, I even admit I'm a hard one to fall for; I'd hate me if I knew me. So how could a boy who I'd known for less then 1 months love me? I didn't have time to ask because as soon as I'd completed the thought he scooped me up again and carried me towards the place he called home.

He rubbed his nose against mine and I felt like a child being carried home by her father after she'd hurt herself, and aside from the whole father feelings toward me it was surprisingly on the mark.

"Jack, how…how do you put up with me?"

"People in love put up with a lot of stuff they shouldn't, that's called self sacrifice, and anyone in love could tell you that you will grow to know much of that emotion. Though for me, I kind of enjoy taking care of you, I feel oddly honored seeing as how you always shut everyone else out." His lips once again pressed against my forehead, I felt powerless to push him away.

I was so amazed with the answers he pulled out, I could tell he meant all of them, but it was different to know that he said these things knowing the bond him and I had was so fragile and new. I leaned my head against his shoulder laughing softly to myself as I realized that I was sounding more and more like a teenager on a soap opera.

"Let's go home for now." He smiled down at me again, I nodded unenthusiastically and closed my eyes; his heart beat was racing.

"Nervous?" I asked; eyes still closed.

"A little." He replied chuckling.

"Why?"

"Because I'm holding you."

"You're carrying me." I corrected.

"I still get to feel you."

My face grew red again and I shut my mouth, but really knowing how to take that. His steps remained brisk and we arrived shortly, he set me on his bed once more when we entered and stretched out his back.

"I'm not that heavy." I snapped.

"No, but you are taller then me right now." He laughed afterwards, and turned to face me.

It took me a minute to realize that I was, and even in this moment something so trivial made me smile and feel a little better.

"I guess so."

His face perked up, "Could it be, could it actually be? Two smiles I've gotten from you, wow, I'm flattered." He joked, putting his arms up to brace for something I might hit him with.

Instead I shook my head and laughed once more; he smiled again at this and walked closer towards me. One hand came to my cheek and I felt my face flinch in response. He frowned, kneeling down to become eye level.

"Does it scare you? I mean, are you really afraid I'll hit you?" He asked, brushing a bang from my face.

My face began to burn, "No, it's not that…it just feels…I don't know…weird?"

"It feels weird?" He asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"It would be different maybe if you hadn't just told me that you loved me," I brushed his hand away, but at the same time secretly wished it there.

"I figured that'd make it easier, not more confusing." He shrugged and stood up walking towards the sink.

"…I'm sorry." I whispered looking down.

I felt like an idiot.

"Huh?" He asked, obviously not having heard me.

I swallowed and spoke louder, "I said I'm sorry." My voice was growing shaky.

"Why the heck are you sorry?" Jack asked, leaning against the small counter.

"Because I'm me." I looked away to the wall, eyes burning with tears again.

He sighed and walked over to sit beside me on the bed, wrapped his arms around me protectively, "This is more angst then I'm used too from you…" He then chuckled again.

I decided to not care about being in his arms and just be there, it was warm and being enveloped was nice.

"Please trust me Nami, I won't betray you, and I most certainly won't hate you, because one, I love you, and two, I would betray you if I did that; which would conflict with my earlier statement." He rubbed my back, soothing me with half-joking words.

I shook my head, trying not smile, "You jackass…"

"I know I take things too lightly sometimes, huh?" He kissed the tip of my ear.

I began to try and wiggle free, he was getting to clingy for me. He released me and apologized, saying that he couldn't help it.

"So you want to know everything, do you?" I teased him with the hopes that he'd actually get information.

"I suppose that's what I've been trying to get at for about two hours now." He rested his weight on his hands as he lay back slightly.

I lifted my leg higher to examine my ankle; the swelling had gone down a little. He saw what I was doing and took it as a hint that he'd better try again next time, because he stood up and walked towards the stove.

"You seem antsy." I observed, tightening the wrap.

He looked at me quizzically, "What makes you say that?"

"You've only gotten up about eight times." I myself tried standing and fell back down.

"I did it to rub it in your face." He stated, flashing me a smirk.

After a few minutes in silence, besides the clanking of dishes, I laid down on his bed.

"You know, you're equally as antsy." He looked at me from the corner of his eye.

"I don't follow."

"Well, you can't seem to decide on how you feel, whether your angry, sad, happy, I just can't tell what your feeling." He flipped the grilled cheese he was making.

"Desperation." I closed my eyes again, a huge headache forming.

"Why that one?" I heard him finish and take a bite from his meal.

"I'm tired of running from everything, from my father, from my mom, from this village, you, and myself." I rubbed my temples.

"Sounds like a problem most people have; running that is."

I opened one eye and smiled at him, "It's what humans do best."

He took me home about twenty minutes later, saying that I probably needed time to think, and he was right. Laying here in this bed makes me realize just how lonely I am, I've never had any real friends even as a child, and I never attempted to make any here in the valley. I guess when a person is by themselves all they can do is think, and thinking can, of course, be a very dangerous thing.

All my mistakes came back to me, my pathetic suicide attempts that now left me with regret, my distance from everyone which left me alienated, my cowardice that now made my past come back to haunt me, and Jack…not that he was the mistake just that I never even gave the poor guy a chance…just like everyone else.

I felt feeble and like a damn fool; I'd hurt Jack by shunning him away, but when he said he wanted to know exactly what was occurring…no, I was going to spare him of that. It had been the cause of my guilt and I wasn't about to bring him down…he was all I had to keep me up. Now I was being selfish, and selfish is almost as bad as being weak, which I loathed.

Ruby always told me how she admired my sense of self and ability to stand on my own; I had kind of half-laughed and nodded, knowing that I was as far from those two personality traits as I could be.

I shifted in my bed, noticing that my ankle had healed more from the previous days; a small smile spread across my face.

"Now at least he won't have to carry me everywhere…" I laughed a little, smiling at the thought of him carrying me everywhere I needed to go.

Then I blushed realizing what I was thinking about, him. I sat up and hugged my knees, looking out my window as I was able to see a clip of his house from my angle. I felt those butterflies come back and that giddiness making me feel floaty. I put my face in the crook between my knees and smiled again, I felt like an ostrich, which feels like if it can't see anything then they can't see it. My smile would stay private and shy, just like me.

My eyes closed, envisioning his abrupt kiss; I wasn't quite sure why it had affected me as it had. A kiss is just skin touching skin, why does that make it so special, it's basically like when you bump arms with someone. Why does holding someone's hand make a person uncontrollably happy? Why do people get so crazy and stupid when they care about someone? Nothing that they do makes any sense, they hate them and love them all at once, they want to push them away, but want them beside them forever, they say that they can't stand half the stuff the other person does, but then will turn right around and say "That's the cutest thing."

What makes love?

Why can't there be an answer? Surely by now we'd know, it's been around for millions of years. Is it just a malfunction in the brain, or is it something more that even God can't comprehend? Not the family love, but being in love, you feel like surely there can't be another person who loves as much as you do; it's impossible, the way you feel can't be duplicated. Maybe God didn't even mean for it to be, maybe it was something even He didn't quite want to get…maybe that's why it's so fascinating, maybe that's why every human strives to feel it and comes to fear losing it, maybe that's what's so annoying about it…the actuality of knowing everyone else wants to know, but no answers can be given…maybe love is just…just…

"NAMI!" I snapped back hearing a beating on the door.

"Geez Rock, what?" I stumbled towards the door, grabbing the door knob and yanking it open.

"What…" I hissed, glaring at him.

"Jack said you left something." He swallowed hard and held up my locket.

I quickly snatched it from him and held it close to my chest, knowing that it'd probably fallen out of my pocket when I was lying down.

"I-is he still here?' I asked, peering towards the stairs.

"You're welcome." He replied sarcastically, "Um, I think he's still talking to Tim…do you want me to go get him?"

I thought for a moment, "…No, just curious…" Just the thought of him being in the building made me feel happy enough.

"Well, see ya." Rocked waved and turned towards the stairs.

I set my locket on the table beside me, "Hey Rock…thanks." I smiled weakly at him.

He looked surprised, but gave me a big smile, "You're welcome."

Then he left and I returned to my room; it wasn't much, but it was something. That was the most we'd ever gotten along, and that was an accomplishment in itself.

I strode towards my window and watched jack jog towards his farm and then turn around, still jogging, and look at my window. He saw me staring and waved; I blushed and sunk back a little, but gave a small wave back. After a few moments of watching one another I drew my curtains closed, sighing.

"Some day…" I whispered, recapping for myself.

My dad had come and ruined my life all over again, then Jack confessed his love, and Rock and I got along, so I guess the two good things out weighed the bad one. I was a little shocked at myself for taking it all so casually, a hell of a lot of events had happened, but that's life right?

I slipped off my clothes carefully, deciding to take a shower and actually clean myself up. I opened the door which was conjoined to my room and turned on the shower knob; steam slowly filled the room.

"This time, I'll try mom…I promise…I won't give up anymore, I'll live up to what I promised you, something I should have promised myself."

END THE CRAPTASTIC CHAPTER 8

RuRu: Wow, I felt disappointed, I wanted to write more…but, that's where I stopped. Yes, I am rusty again…gosh I haven't written in FOREVER. O.o But I hope you like it a little.

I PROMISE, there WILL be romance in the next two chapters. I PROMISE.

Okay….let's start with my "excuse" this time…

My mother was diagnosed with cancer last August, and I took care of her for about two months until she'd recovered from surgery and began her chemotherapy. In that time frame, my 98 FINALLY died, AND then I got my XP for Christmas which I had to get Microsoft Word for, then I had school and never really wrote, THEN another big whammy hit me with someone I've been with for about 16 months now and THAT drug me down.

SO LETS REVIEW THIS CHAPTER SHALL WE? Okay, one thing I personally added, A CONJOINED BATHROOM, no it is not in the game. Also, Nami is kind of a weird person to begin with and I made her a wittle bit more weird in my story, not the "OMG DAD I HATE COMES BACK, BUT NOT REALLY GRR KILL MYSELF." That's due to the fact that she promised Jack not to cut herself anymore AND because Jack said he loved her YAYS OMG! Finally.

Okay, well I'm updating again and I might delete some others, so if that sounds bad to you guys, just say NO and I won't:) THANK YOU ALL MY REVIEWERS!

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