Chapter 10
Hey guys! Past ten o' clock here and I've got inspiration to just start writing! No stopping! Heh! I'm going to be plastered in the morning. O.O Anyway.
I'm also here to correct a typo. In Chapter Nine, I said "Necklace they found in the Graveyard" … in case you were confused, they found the necklace in the junkyard. Sorry, wrong yard. -.-
Here we are with the tenth chapter of "A Lost Soul"! This one is going to prove to be even greater then the last one I hope! In fact…it's got something you've all been waiting for! What's that you ask? Heh, you'll have to read to find out!
A Lost Soul: What Does It Feel Like?
"Hmm…?" Lost breathed deeply, flitting open her eyes. When she gained her sight, she saw that she was sitting on a seashore with the waves coming towards her. "This must be a dream…" Lost murmured.
It was much nicer then the last one.
"Giselle!"
Lost looked up to see a young boy standing behind her with short brown hair and glasses that were slipping off his nose. His face was dirty and flustered, and he was looking frantically around. "Giselle! Come on out!"
"You'll have to find me!"
Giselle…that was the owner of the necklace. Lost got up from the seashore and smiled as she saw a movement from behind a slide. "She's behind that metal slide!" Lost told the boy, but he didn't hear her.
The boy turned towards the metal slide and smiled. "I found you!" He ran towards the slide and slid under it. Lost heard giggling and then, a small girl ran out from under the slide.
Lost furrowed her brow and she had to contain a gasp. The girl was only around five, maybe six, and had short pale blonde hair, just like Lost. Her eyes were the same green as Lost's as well… It was like Lost in miniature. Was it her? Was her name really Giselle?
"All right, I give up!" the girl giggled as the boy continued to chase her. "I give up Jean Paul! Stop chasing me!"
Jean Paul? Lost thought to herself… This girl couldn't have been her. Jean Paul was much older then Lost, or so she had understood from Marcel at the restaurant. So…this Giselle only looked like Lost.
"Giselle!" Jean Paul smiled as he sat down next to the laughing Giselle on the sea shore. "Giselle, is it true you're an angel?"
Giselle looked up and smiled. "Me? An angel? No…"
"I think you're an angel," Jean Paul smiled a toothy grin, revealing his top left canine to be missing. "All the people at Church say you're the prettiest girl in the entire town! I think so too! I brag to everyone how we're friends. I tell them 'I'm friends with the angel'."
Giselle smiled. "I think you're really smart, Jean Paul!"
"Me?"
"Yeah! You always come up with the best games and hiding spots!" Giselle laughed. "If I'm an angel, you must be a scholar!"
"A scholar?"
"Yeah! Daddy told me that they're really smart people who go to school a lot!"
"Can scholars talk to angels?" Jean Paul asked. Giselle put her hand on Jean Paul's and nodded.
"Yeah! Of course they can!"
Jean Paul gave a wide smile and nodded. "Then I'm a scholar! As long as I can talk to my angel, I'll be anything."
"Mmm…?" Lost batted her eyes open, the sleep that had gathered at the edges of her eyelids holding them close together. She finally opened her eyes and focused her vision to herself once again on the couch, Ren underneath her. "Good morning, Ren!"
Ren did not answer. Lost frowned lightly and looked up. Ren was lying his head against the arm rest and covering his face with his hand. "Ren…?"
"What?" he snapped, looking up. Lost noticed his face was slightly flustered. "What is it? It had better be important."
"I was just wishing you good morning," Lost smiled, nuzzling under Ren's chin, making him blush crimson.
"F-fine!" he snapped, getting up and walking over to the window, staring out of it. "Good morning."
"Let's eat some breakfast!" Lost smiled widely. "I can make something!"
"We're running out of food…" Ren frowned. "And Jun called a bit ago saying that she won't be back for five more days. What in hell is she doing over there? Measuring blades of grass one by one?"
"That doesn't matter!"
Ren felt his face go pink as Lost put her arms around his waist and gave him a hug. She was nuzzling him in the back, and he was growing hotter by the second. "L-Lost!"
"It doesn't matter," Lost murmured again. "As long as I'm with you…the one I love…nothing matters…"
Ren grimaced, then rolled his fingers into fists. 'But…but what if…but what if staying with me costs you your own life?'
"NO! STOP!" Ren screamed to the other him, then bounded forward, only to have the other him sprint right through him and pierce Lost straight in the chest with his Kwan Dao.
Lost coughed blood, and tears flowed down her cheeks. "R-Ren…why?" Then, her body fell limp on the edge of the Kwan Dao. She was dead, and the other him was smiling.
"Damn."
"What's wrong Ren?" Lost asked. Ren turned around suddenly and threw his arms around her, embracing her tightly, making her eyes widen in surprise. He held her tightly, not wanting to let her go.
"Dammit. Dammit…" he grimaced, gripping her tighter. "Don't go, dammit!"
"I…I'm not going…" Lost smiled, hugging Ren softly. "I'll stay right here with you."
"I'll never hurt you…" Ren promised more to himself then to Lost. "Never…never! I swear it on my life!"
"I know you won't!" Lost laughed. "Why would you hurt me, silly?"
Ren didn't know how to respond. He merely closed his eyes and embraced Lost a little longer, feeling her body resting safely in his arms.
"So…you failed to abduct our flower?"
"Yes, I apologize. The police arrived, and I thought it better to retreat for the time being as not to arouse suspicion."
"I see."
A crash was heard and the young man in the fedora shivered as a wine glass shattered on the floor. Pieces of glass flew everywhere. "Heh. Lost my grip I guess."
"I shall be sure to get her next time," the young man assured the person he was speaking to. "Don't worry. That boy that's guarding her is no match for me."
"And you let him live?" A sharp female voice asked from the back of the room. The man in the fedora turned around, a scowl on his face. "You really are off the ball."
"I didn't ask your opinion, Amelie!" The man snapped.
"You really should have just killed him," Amelie said matter-of-factly. "That way the flower would be ours."
"Oh yeah, and how would the police react with a dead body in a junkyard?"
"You should've killed the police too…"
"That's just like you," the man spat. "Always overestimating your abilities. You're all talk and no action, Amelie."
"Excuse me?" Amelie ignored the young man's insult and turned her conversation to the other man in the room. The man did not turn around, but answered with a small grunt. "Would you like me to secure the flower?"
"No."
"I'm sure I could do it better then someone I know…" Amelie's voice was full of mocking, and the man in the fedora blushed crimson and gritted his teeth in anger.
"We don't want to send our entire force after one flower," the man continued. "Xavier here should be more then enough."
"Sir?" Xavier asked, taking off his hat and putting it on a rack on the side of the room. "Her meddlesome bodyguard mentioned something. A Shaman, or something."
"Shaman?" the man asked, a hint of curiosity in his voice. "Hmm…I've heard of them. But they're just folklore, nothing more then a Native American legend."
"I see…" Xavier nodded. "Well, I'm sure that once we secure the flower, he won't go out of his way to rescue her."
"Why do you assume that?" Amelie asked.
"Because…" Xavier smiled, showing a rack of pearly white teeth. "Next time we meet, I'll leave him for dead."
"Thanks for the food," Ren grunted, throwing his plate in the sink. "I'm glad you actually ate this time. Stupid."
"Heh, maybe," Lost shrugged, looking at the sink. "I'll clean up the dishes, okay?"
"Another little talent you picked up from the past?" Ren asked, sighing. "Maybe you can fly and you just don't remember."
Lost laughed. "Silly! No one can fly!"
Ren chuckled. "Man Lost, you've got a lot to learn. Then again, so does everyone else."
"Hmm? Did you say something Ren?"
"No," Ren shook his head, then thought of something in the back of his mind. "Lost. Where did you put that necklace you found last night?"
"It's still in my bag," Lost pointed to the small white bag which still sat in the living room. "I should probably change out of this dress…" She fingered at the white material which was muddy, soaked, and ripped beyond repair. Jun was going to kill him…
"Feel free to use Jun's closet," Ren sighed. "I'm going to go train."
"Back to that again?" Lost asked, pouting.
"I've already lost valuable time from all this crud we've been through," Ren snarled. "You've got a heavy weight attached to your leg, you know?"
"Hmm? No I don't. My leg's just fine."
"Idiot."
"Asakura…Ainu-idiot…that crazy blue-haired guy…then myself…" Ren talked to himself as he lifted the heavy weights. "What did it mean? Both Asakura and the idiot were babbling things I couldn't comprehend."
Ren sighed, defeated, and put down the weights. "This is ridiculous. Snap out of it Tao! It was a stupid dream!"
"Ren?" Lost peeked her head inside the room and Ren looked up to face her.
"What?"
"I finished the dishes…"
"Thanks," he grunted, then returned to his weights, intentionally picking up five more pounds then normal.
"What should I do now?"
"Go watch that stupid box you love so much," Ren shrugged. "I'm busy."
"Okay," Lost nodded, then sprinted out of the room to the couch.
"What an idiot…" Ren shook his head and continued to lift the heavy weights.
Surprisingly enough, Lost hadn't bothered Ren for almost an hour. The TV could be heard humming in the background, but Ren paid it no mind as he containing to lift weights and stretch.
But…it was beginning to irk him how Lost remained so…so…
Quiet.
He paused, then looked out the door frame that led to the weight room. "Lost?" he asked, his eyebrow raising. "Are you there, Lost?"
There was no answer. Ren frowned. She couldn't actually be ignoring him, could she? Was she mad that he had decided to spend the morning training instead of watching that infernal contraption with her?
But now that he thought of it…Lost had never been angry at him before. In fact, he'd never seen Lost angry. Was she…really…
"Lost, why are you mad at me?" Ren interjected, throwing himself into the room where Lost was watching TV almost religiously. "I demand to know! You're being impractical to think that I'd spend every waking minute of my life with you. We both need space, and I need time to train! So the fact that you're now ignoring me is completely ridiculous!"
There was a pause as he waited for Lost's response. None came. He grew more irked. She was just sitting there, watching the TV, her eyes wide and glazed over, as if hypnotized.
"Lost!"
"Huh?" Her head snapped and she looked towards Ren. "Oh…hi Ren! What's up?"
"Were you even listening?" Ren asked, massaging his temples. "Are you so stupid that you got completely sucked into the television?"
"I was watching the Season Premiere Rerun of Bound Hearts!" She told him, motioning to the television. Ren glanced at the screen to see the gushy teenage romance program on the screen. He sighed, resisting the urge to roll his eyes. "It's really good!"
"It's just a stupid television show. Nothing in it is real."
"That's not true!" Lost shook her head. "The people in it are in love, and love is real!"
"Please," Ren scoffed as the program continued to play. "And what is a 'Season Premiere' anyway?"
"It's when the new season comes out," Lost told him, raising an eyebrow. "Duh!"
Ren blinked as Lost looked at him as if to say "everyone knows that". It was odd. Lost, who knew nothing, was talking to Ren as if he was inferior in knowledge. At first, it angered him, but, after a moment passed, he couldn't help but chuckle. "Well, then how about you be the expert on television, and I'll be the expert on everything else?"
"Sounds good!" Lost grinned. "Hey Ren…?"
"What?"
"What are those people doing on the screen?" she asked, pointing to the television screen. Ren looked at it to see two teenagers kissing each other furiously. Ren sighed, a pink blush forming on his cheeks.
"They're kissing. I told you about that before."
"Oh…" Lost smiled warmly at the television. "So they must be in love right?"
"Not necessarily," Ren told her, sitting down on a chair next to a small table in the room. "People can kiss when they're not in love. Humans are fickle."
"Oh…" Lost murmured, looking forlorn. "So…even if we kiss…it doesn't mean anything?"
"That's right."
Lost's eyes grew foggy and she drew her knees to her chest. "Oh."
She fell silent and Ren frowned as he looked at Lost. She looked sincerely disappointed. But at what? Ren was at a loss. "What's wrong with you?"
"N-nothing…"
"You're lying."
"N-n-no I'm not…" Lost muttered.
"All right," Ren frowned. "You're not lying. I'm going to go back and train." He stood up and started to walk back to the weight room, only to have Lost speak up.
"I-I was lying! Don't go!"
"Never would have guessed," said Ren sarcastically, stepping back into the room. "What's bothering you already? Women are so odd sometimes."
"Ren…?" Lost asked softly and Ren looked up. "What does it feel like to be kissed?"
A crimson blush flew across Ren's face, making him cough slightly from the sudden overheating and rush of blood to his face. "I…I wouldn't know."
"C-could…" Lost paused and she turned red. "Could you kiss me?"
A gigantic rush hit Ren like a sixteen-wheeler. Lost was asking him to kiss her! Him…kiss her… Kissing…her…his mind was spinning. His brain was fuzzy. He had images in his head; he and Lost together, kissing, loving each other. He immediately wiped them from his mind and turned to her. "Absolutely not."
"Why not?" Lost asked, looking slightly hurt.
"I'm not the kissing type," said Ren truthfully.
"Could you make an exception?" she pleaded with him. "Just once?"
"Lost…"
"What if…" she smiled, as if realizing something. "What if I kissed you? Would that make it okay?"
"Please!" Ren shouted, rising to his feet. It was strange, but he had felt a sudden surge of anger go through him and his golden eyes flashed. He stared at Lost and took a step forward. "Like I need you to kiss me!"
"Does…" Lost looked hopeful. "Does that mean?"
"Come here."
Lost looked at him, her green eyes shining. She stood up slowly and stumbled over to Ren, standing in front of him. They were looking each other in the eye; gold meeting green. They stared at each other for what seemed like forever, until Ren slowly put his hand on Lost's shoulders and stared at her.
"Ready?" he asked and she nodded. He looked at her, annoyed. "Close your eyes. It's rude to stare."
She did as she was told and closed her eyes. Her lips were open and she was waiting for Ren to kiss her. He gave a small gulp, regretting his decision.
But still…when he looked at Lost's pink lips…he…
He decided to get it over with. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and plunged in.
His lips met hers within a moment. He could feel her wet lips on his, and the kiss tasted slightly sweet and slightly gooey. He pulled away quickly and the two opened their eyes.
"Ren I…"
But there was no time to talk. Ren plunged again, this time adding more force to his second kiss. This one was more graceful, unlike the first. He made sure to cover her entire mouth with his. The two moved around each other's mouths until they finally broke apart from one another.
This was their first kiss. "I love you…" Ren murmured, embracing Lost close to him. It was the second time he had said it, but somehow, this one seemed more real. He didn't have to force himself to say it, or feel ashamed when he did. There was something about the mood of the air that made him want to express his deep feelings for her.
"Ren…" Lost murmured, but Ren made a small noise to quiet her. His lips met hers again, and she didn't deny him as he took complete control of her mouth. Once they broke, he kissed her neck and bit her skin lightly.
Lost found herself being led over to the couch. The TV program was still playing, but neither of them were paying it any attention. Ren grasped Lost's waist and held her close to him, holding her for dear life. Lost embraced Ren around the neck, and the two kissed again and again…
"I'm tired…" Lost spoke, nuzzling her nose into Ren's neck as the two sat on the couch a few minutes later. "That wore me out."
"Now you know," Ren said gruffly, the mood now broken. "That's what a kiss feels like."
"But you said…that people didn't have to be in love to kiss…" Lost said, her eyes going slightly dull.
"B-but…" Ren bit his lip and gave a huge sigh. "You just don't get it do you?"
"Get what?" Lost asked.
"Just because I don't have to be in love with you doesn't mean I'm not," Ren snapped, standing up and walking towards the kitchen. "You really are stupid, sometimes."
Lost looked after Ren and then smiled. "I love you too Ren!" She called after him, and he grunted to show that he had heard her. "I hope…that we can 'kiss' again," she smiled warmly at him as he disappeared from view.
Did you all enjoy it? I hope so :D Lost and Ren kissed! How cute! Anyway, next chapter, we're really diving in! So don't miss "A Lost Soul" next chapter!
Until then,
Ciao for now!