Authors Notes: Ayyie...This chapter didn't come out as well as I hoped it would...Gomen >. ;; I'll try and do better next time! Thank you all for the reviews! Please R 'n R! Thank you!
CHAPTER 4:
Slowly he lifted his gaze, and starred at the object before him… An all to familiar midnight blue haired, emerald green-eyed male.
"Athrun?"
Emerald eyes widened at the sight before him. A bloody, soaking wet, obviously in pain, Yzak. He hadn't seen the other in a year and a half or so, since before Dearka's death, and only once after that. At the funeral. His confused gaze matched that of the injured male before him.
"Yzak!" he asked shortly, rubbing his wet-from the water dripping off his bangs. Kneeling down, he found himself being pelted by droplets from the puddles beneath him.
"Athrun.." the other said softly, blue eyes lingering on the male form before him. "What happened to you?" he questioned with pure concern, extending a hand for Yzak to take. The said male winced, shaking his head slowly. "Iie. It's nothing…I should be asking the questions…it's 3:30 in the morning! What the hell're yo-" Yzak couldn't finish. The pain was too intense, feeling himself double over, he cried out softly, blood formed in the back of his throat.
Athrun hadn't seen this coming. "Yzak!" he said quickly, his voice was inaudible from the furry of the rain, quickly reaching out and placing his hands around the boy before him. The blonde cried out as he touched him, just brushing a wound on his shoulder. "Don't touch me there!" he yelled loudly, tears of pain sprung to his eyes, even though it was still pouring, Athrun could tell he was fighting back tears, and his sudden yelling…something was seriously wrong here… "C'mon we've got to get you outta' here now…"
Yzak refused to move, cringing as pain warped through his veins once more. Striking at the said male trying to help him up. "Yzak…you're going to get sick! C'mon..its not that far away.." he said trying to calm the boy down.
What happened to you, Yzak…? He thought. Worry had overcome him. "Nph…I can't…go…" he muttered, tears came from his eyes. Athrun, being as confused as ever stood there, oblivious to all that had happened moments before. "I'll help you…you need to clean up" he urged on, moments slowly ticked by, and the blood flow on his wounded shoulder began to speed up…
Becoming sick of waiting, and knowing that there was a good chance the other could become sick or even die from the loss of blood, he reached out once more, struggling to get a good, firm grip upon him. "Don't fight me, Yzak!" he warned in a now mock angered voice. It took a good five minutes to secure himself around the blonde, muttering lightly. A fresh cut was on his right cheek, blotches of blood had came upon in small sections, due to the fact that Yzak had unusually sharp nails.
The already worn out male didn't have much energy after struggling with Athrun, it left him breathless and still teary-eyed. Little did he know of the surprise to come next…
Seconds later he felt himself being lifted from the ground. "What's go-" once again, he was cut off. "Shh…Rest…but whatever you do, don't fall too sleep, alright?" Athrun said softly. Yzak's blue eyes began to look downwards, seeing the others soft hands holding him up. Within seconds, he squirmed uncomfortably. A slight blush came over his facial features…
He's carrying me? What's going on?