I'm baaaack. ^_^ The long awaited chapter 6 of Raining in Heaven! Enjoy peeps!
Chapter six
A figure sat at the edge of the river bank sipping on a flask of some sort of concoction, which made him wince every time he took a drink. He hummed lightly, a sad melancholy tune; mostly to himself. His thoughts were dark and his mood brooding. His dark red eyes focused on a small, black swan that was battling against the harsh tide of the river in vain.
The swan didn't seem like it was getting anywhere very fast. It ruffled it's feather's and dove underneath the water, disappearing from the young man's eyes. Second's later the swan resurfaced, and started heading to the muddy bank with new vigor. Van smiled and took another sip of his flask before throwing himself backwards on the damp ground.
Rain.
That's all it has been doing for the last three days. It goes along with my mood perfectly, he thought sarcastically.
He brought his hands up behind his head and sighed with appreciation. It was nice to get away from the palace for once. His council of advisor's were starting to piss him off. Every time they met for a group session, they would try to sell the idea of joining Zaibach to him. It was disgusting really.
It wasn't about the people for them, it was all about the money involved. And there was a lot. Zaibach was not a country you stood against for long. When they struck an interest in you they expected you to join. Most did because the other option was not as pleasing as the first. Either die or become richer then you could ever imagine. Not a lot of people chose to die. It was always about the damn money.
Van growled with anger, I feel like I'm a common whore, being sold to the highest bidder.
He closed his eyes trying to stop the nausea that was bubbling into his throat. He swallowed once, very carefully, and then sighed when his stomach continued to gurgle in protest. Maybe he should have eaten something before drinking. Van let out a small chuckle of amusement at his thoughts.
The rain was caressing his cheek, almost as if a lover were trying to comfort his troubled thoughts. However, he knew that no one was there with him. And if someone had been there, the only person he would have wanted touching his cheek was the angel.
Her eyes were forever embedded in his mind. Green Eyes.
He squeezed his eyes trying to picture her that night in the pub. She had been furious to see him again. He didn't need to look hard to see that. But furious suits her, he sighed in contentment. Her cheeks had been blushed with a pale color of rose, making her eyes even more wonderful. Her mouth stayed in a stiff line the entire time her emerald eyes glared daggers at him. Her fingers tapped the table either out of boredom or adrenaline, he hadn't been sure which. Van just knew that is was an adorable trait.
Listen to me. I even sound crazy to myself.
She had left shortly after joining him, claiming that he was an insufferable ass, and she wouldn't be caught dead talking to him. Van had chuckled then, and couldn't help the chuckle he let out now either.
She had such spunk and passion. What Van wouldn't give to see her one more time. He knew if he did, he couldn't be held responsible for his actions. Having drank almost a whole jug of ale, his inhibitions were out the damn window.
He opened his eyes, and the first thing he could register was green. His eyes closed momentarily, trying to see if it was a vision. Red eyes met green once again, in an explosion. Van knew he would never be the same.
She stood standing before him, rain pelting down on her cloaked figure. Her arms hugging the warmth to herself, trying to ward off the cold that was trickling into her frame.
"Green Eyes?" He narrowed his against the alcohol haze, and regarded her suspiciously.
"Yes, it's me."
"I knew you were an angel." He wasn't feeling so great at the moment. Things were swimming and turning like he was doing flips in the water. A stupid grin spread across his face, before he emanated a huge belch.
Hitomi knew he was drunk. She could smell the alcohol coming off of him in waves. Especially when he tried to stand up, and literally fell to the ground in a giant heap of black material. It was really pathetic to watch him trying to get up. He looked like a fish out of water, flapping trying to regain his footing.
She reached down for him, sighing noisily, trying to rein in her monsters that were pulling on their tethers. Hitomi didn't have much patience. Particularly with royal guards named Yusha; whose vulgar manners were sadly lacking. But she couldn't seem to be mad at him now. He was too drunk to stand. Now her plans on having a sparring fight were out the window. He was in no condition
Her hands grabbed his own firmly, and pulled hard. Momentum won over, and she toppled over, bringing a yelping royal soldier down with her. He landed on her, making the air fall out of lungs in a great whoosh.
"I'm so sorry." He pushed up off of her, poised over her prone body, assessing her. Trying to see if she had any marks on her from her fall. She didn't seem to have anything wrong with her, except she was breathing harder and more shallow.
Van couldn't take his drunken eyes away from her. She was beautiful. Breathtakingly so. She wore no rouge or feminine powders on her, and yet her skin was perfectly pale and pink blush. Her hair was coming loose from the braid that she had put it in, and he longed to push the tendrils behind her ear to get a better look at her face.
Van could feel a tingling sensation inside of him. It started inside the pit of his stomach, and started growing at an alarming rate towards his outer limbs. He licked his lips subconsciously and closed his eyes momentarily against the foreign emotions he felt within himself. He had never felt like this before. Whether it be because of this little nymph, or simply because he was down to the bone drunk, he wasn't sure. He just knew he couldn't fight it much longer. The pull from her was so immense and persistent.
He opened his eyes slowly, and took her in. She looked to be frightened, and he felt a pang of guilt hit him in the gut. The last thing Van wanted to do was frighten her. He didn't think he was even capable of frightening her; especially when she went around cutting people down with a single word. He supposed laying there on top of her wasn't helping the situation, but he couldn't seem to move a muscle to pull himself away from her.
Hitomi started to feel nervous. She had never been looked at with such frankness. With such longing. With such…adoration. She felt frightened. She felt confused. She felt…she couldn't think. Her thoughts a jumbled mess. Her hands instantly went to his shoulders-gripping tightly onto the green fabric-when she felt the dizziness start.
Van saw her start to hyperventilate, her breathe coming out in staccato puffs. He hesitantly brought a hand to face, and felt her cool alabaster skin underneath his own warm, pale skin.
"Are you okay? Are you hurt?"
She didn't answer, her eyes wide, looking directly at him. His hand still to her face, imploring her to answer.
Her skin was so beautiful. It was so soft against his own. So perfect. His thumb caressed her cheek, skimming over it gently, before coming to rest right next to her red lips. He wanted to kiss her. He knew he shouldn't, but he wanted to so desperately. Van could taste the anticipation in the air. He cursed under his breathe, and went for it.
Van closed the distance, and brought his lips to her own, in a gentle, slow, rhythm. Her lips stayed still. Never moving even when he licked a slow ling across her plump lips. Or when he pressed his lips more insistent to hers in a desperation.
He groaned into her mouth, not noticing that she lay there stock still because of the growing lust that became too much to handle for him. He thought of nothing but how she felt pressed up against him. He didn't think of anything except of her and what he was feeling.
His tongue dipped, and found hers. He pressed against her in a steady beat with his tongue. Heat shot up into his stomach, and created a delicious seed of need within him.
He wanted her. He needed her.
Van's other hand shot up and dived into her loosened plait of blonde hair, winding the tendrils around his fist. He quickened the kiss, asking her to follow his lead. But instead of following, she still lay there, lifeless. Almost as if in defeat.
And then he felt it; a sharp blade at the base of his neck, pushed into his slick flesh.
A/N Short and sweet. I'll update sooner than I normally do. Like a few years sooner. LOL This is a short chapter, but I wanted to show you guys some chemistry between our two leading parts in the story. What did you think? Was it too soon? I don't know. I just wanted to have them get it on while it was running. hehe ^_^