Well, here is this chapter that I wrote for those of you who actually read this story of mine.
Enjoy!
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Chapter 4: Anamane's True Task
--Anamane's P.O.V.—
Darkness was all around and I whimpered every time my body came into contact with something. Even with the flashlight Zero had given me, I felt unsafe being in the dark. But, being with Zero and having him hold my hand did make me feel better. Suddenly he stopped and I tumbled into his back, as I was walking behind him.
"We're here," he said, and pushed up on the ground that was above him. It was a door, just like the one we had come through at his bedroom. He pushed it open all the way and climbed up and through the door, using his body weight to help him. As he threw his stuff down he turned back to the door and looked down to me, and offered his hand. I tossed him my flashlight and then grabbed his hand.
He pulled me up with ease, and as soon as I was completely out of the door, he closed it back. I looked around the room and noticed it looked the same as his other bedroom had. As I stood up I saw him leave the room, and go into the kitchen. As he was going to the refrigerator, I already knew what he was going to pull out. He swallowed some of the sake before he turned back to me and smiled. I looked at him, perplexed.
"Why does this room look exactly like your other one?" I asked, setting down on the couch.
"Because this house is a replica of my other house," he stated for me simply. I just looked at him in utter shock. Was he used to hiding fugitives or something? Or what if he was always on the run as well? My mind swirled with possibilities as he spoke up.
"No, I'm not a murder or anything of that sort. I hide runaways who I think shouldn't really go home," he said, obviously reading my facial expressions that were connected to my thoughts.
"And who are you to decide that!?" I demanded. "They have parents at home who are probably worried sick about them, and you-"
"I know what it's like when no one believes you, and you have nowhere else to go, and so you run," he whispered, and that shut me up. Deciding to drop the subject until another time, I went throughout the house, and inspected everything, and indeed, everything was the same. As I sat back on the couch, I looked to him and noticed that he had finished the bottle and had started on a second one. At this rate, he would be past out before it was even dark.
'If this is an exact replica of your other house, why did you bring that bag?" I asked.
He grunted a bit, and answered, "Because I brought you some clothes and food for our travels. We are only going to be staying here for the night."
I leaned back on the couch and sighed. Well, at least he had thought of me.
"So, what are you supposed to do with your grandfather's dagger anyway?"
His sudden question shocked me. Could I really tell him? Would he even want to help me after I did tell him? I sighed, and figured I might as well. It couldn't make my situation any worse.
"As I told you before, whoever is in possession of the dagger must fulfill a task. I have a task I am supposed to fulfill."
He sat forward, interest swimming in his eyes.
"And what was your task?"
I inhaled, and prepared for the worst of his comments.
"I am supposed to find someone to love," I said, dropping my gaze to the ground.
He was silent for a moment, and as the silence progressed, I brought my gaze back up to his. He was leaning forward more, and studying me. I stared right back at him, unafraid of his gaze. Then, he smirked, which surprised me. Did he find this amusing?
"What are you smirking at?"
"My luck," he said, which didn't do anything to help my confusion.
"So, as we are running from the cops, you are supposed to somehow find love?"
I nodded.
Suddenly he got up and stretched, dropping yet another empty bottle of sake in the trash can. I sighed at his drinking habit. He really was going to die if he kept that up.
"I am going to take a shower and then go to bed. Your clothes are in my bag when you take your shower. They're my sister's old clothes that she has outgrown. I think she is about yours size. If you need anything else, feel free to look around."
"Where exactly are we?"
"Okinawa," he answered. My eyes grew wide with amazement.
"We walked that far?"
"Yes. Now, I am going to take a shower. Good night, Anamane-chan."
As he passed me by, I grabbed his hand and stood up. I pulled him to me and felt his body stiffen against mine. Then he relaxed as I made no other move.
"Arigato, Zero," I whispered.
He clutched me to him tighter for a moment, then pulled back to gaze into my eyes. He smiled, and seemed to lean forward, like he was going to kiss me, then, unfortunately, he pulled back and said nothing as he went to the bathroom and closed the door. I sighed and went to the refrigerator. Looking in it, and finding what I had been looking for, I went into the guest bedroom, slammed the door, and proceeded to drown all of my wants in alcohol.
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--Zero's P.O.V—
As the cold water ran over my skin, I shivered. Why had I even wanted to kiss her? From pure lust, I kept telling myself. But I knew it was more than that. So her task was to fall in love, huh? I clinched my fist. I would have to endure watching other men touch her, flirt with her, woo her, and attempt to win her heart. I banged my head against the shower wall. Why did it bother me this much? It shouldn't have. But it did.
Struggling to control my growing rage and emotions, I stepped out of the shower and quickly dressed, pulling my shirt over my head and my boxers up my legs. I went to my room and stretched out on my bed, my head giving a thunk as it hit the pillow. Maybe now I could get some rest. As the effect of the two bottles of sake started to ware off, I was slowly slipping into unconsciousness. I thought I would finally get some rest, until I heard my door open and saw a figure standing in the shadows. My heart skipped, and I immediately wanted to know if Anamane was safe. As the figure stepped into the light coming through the window, my question was answered.
"Anamane, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be taking a shower? I'm sure you have sweat all over you from walking in the tunnel so long," I said, trying desperately to hold on to my sanity. I heard her giggle then, and most of my sanity was lost as she stepped up to the bed, leaning closer to me. I could tell she had been drinking. A mixture of something, it smelled like. The next words that escaped her mouth made me froze.
"I would rather be all of you, Zero," she slightly slurred, and crawled on top of me.
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A/N: I will end it there. Want to see what happens next? Stay tuned for the next chapter! GO REVIEW!!