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Hope frowned as Lightning killed yet another PSICOM. They were still piling in; forty, maybe fifty odd soldiers crouched and ready to fight. They were tense, waiting silently for the next shot, punch or spell to be cast. It seemed as if to last far too long as Hope bent his head to the side, and holding his boomerang poised ready to fight.
Fang was gesturing to some of the soldiers, almost screaming in her body language that she intended to kill them all. Snow on the other hand just winked at Hope when the boy looked back at him, making the teen whip his head back to the mess of PSICOM.
Off to his left side a gun fired straight at his legs and in a moments hesitation the bullets cut through his pants and his skin. Before his mind could wrap its self around the pain, he was on the back of Snow's Shiva, which was racing full speed away from the ambush. Snow and Lightning were shouting at each other, but the only word Hope could make out was 'shot', which he knew already.
Seconds later Hope came out of his shock and almost fell off of the motorbike, again. He clung to Snow and shivered, his leg was bleeding and he was sure that the bullet had shot straight through. Such thoughts were easily pushed aside when he came to realize that his leg felt like it was on fire.
"Snow," he whined quietly while squinting his eye lids together tightly. This had to be one of the worst wounds he'd gotten in a long time. This was the product of not paying attention to his opponent, something he had learned right at the start of this whole mess.
"Just hang in there," Snow called back to him. The man bit his tongue and crashed forward into the dense forests around them. With every passing minute the trees and creatures flew by. Time, humanity, emotions, and thoughts left far, far behind them. All Hope could do was concentrate on not crying out, though his leg had numbed and he couldn't really feel any more pain, but just an exaggerated throbbing sensation.
"Hey, Snow?" he asked quietly, snuggling flush against the older man's back. It felt good to hold onto him. But that was something he couldn't tell anyone, not even Vanile. It was his secret from the world, one that he could possibly take to his grave. His mind blanked momentarily and he blinked a couple of times. Hope wanted to sleep but thought better of it when he heard the bike's brakes squeal quietly.
"Yeah?" Snow answered swinging his leg off of the motorbike and turning off the engine. He didn't get off until Hope had let him go and was gripping his arm for support. Snow turned his head to look at the boy with a slight wink and a sorry, playful smile.
Hope held tight before snow lifted him off and down to the ground again. The smaller of the two clung to his arm and wobbled along beside. "Thanks," he said softly, trying not to fall over, a small sad smile spread over his face at the thought of being with Snow. It was a dream in and of its self, though he was sure, dead set on the fact that Snow wouldn't return his feelings.
Snow smiled and looked back at him. "You sit up here," he gesturing toward a large tree root poking through the over grown grass. Hope nodded and sat down, giving a sigh of relief before he glanced back at what Snow was doing.
By the time Hope had even noticed Snow was down on his knees examining the bullet wound. The only feeling that was registered for that moment was the fell of Snow's finger tips running over the irritated flesh around his leg. "Lucky, Kid," Snow grunted as he looked up at Hope. "You'll be fine, it only skimmed didn't go in or anything serious,"
Hope nodded and looked down at his leg seeing that the spell he had cast during the battle had helped to keep his body heal quickly. Now, most likely in a few more hours it would be fully healed and they would be on their way again. Snow sat at the base of a large tree and watched Hope.
His blue eyes fixed on the younger boy. Fascination with him had always been know to Snow, but now seemed different. But he didn't know what had changed about the silver haired youth. Maybe it was his will that changed? His kindness and generosity? Snow laughed slightly when he saw Hope waddling over to him.
"I.. Couldn't get comfy," Hope lied, his eyes darting to look out at the forests, almost as if he was expecting someone to come out of nowhere and attack. He sat down beside the larger man and rested his head on his shoulder. Sure enough, he was fast asleep, having pleasant dreams of what he thought would be true and what was never going to happen.