Audacity chapter 6.
**In this chapter you will see my character's *who I will now begin to refer to as Lelouch.* sanity return halfway. Also I hate to ask for reviews but I find them to be a an imperative part of writing something like this if you have thoughts comments questions or concerns or even complaints I listen to them and I guarantee a response to each and every one… Assuming it's not a rhetorical question but even then there's a good chance I'll respond regardless**
I stumbled around in the rain unable to care less that I was getting soaked. For the most part unbeknownst to me, I made my way up the hill which had a single large Oak tree rooted upon the topmost and center part of it. Luckily I had run into no one on my way here for I still held the butterfly knife in my right hand. At the top of the hill I leaned against the tree- it provided good cover from the rain for now. My anger randomly peeking I screamed out upwards.
"This is some sort of cruel joke!" whilst yelling this into the sky seemed to have no effect, I continued on regardless, unaware of my small one-person audience.
"Taking away everything and leaving me with almost nothing!" I inhaled deeply
"WELL FUCK YOU! GAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed loud and long letting out all my stress along with most of my anger. I dropped the knife near the tree sliding onto my knees; I began laughing lightly at first, almost humorously. But it soon turned into sadistic almost psychotic laughter, the kind they put people in straitjackets for. My fit of laughter lasted less than 30 seconds as it transcended into sobbing.
I jumped slightly as two slender arms made their way around my shoulders and into a full hug. I looked up straight in the eyes of Shirley who was showing the beginnings of tears. Instead of lashing out, instead of backing away, instead of closing myself up, I returned the hug, crying into her shoulder. We both sat there on our knees for a good 5 minutes, Shirley rubbing my back sympathetically the entire time.
"Lulu?" Shirley finally broke with. I looked into her eyes once more to find her staring right back into mine. She then inched her head forward slowly and carefully, and for some odd reason I felt inclined to do the same. I then realized what was happening just as she closed her eyes and our lips met. My eyes went wide with shock for brief moment but I then gave in to the kiss. It was not a kiss of severe endearment, or one showing of unyielding love, however it was the kiss of understanding and caring. This sensation sparked a new feeling in my chest, I deepened the kiss slightly causing my heart to flutter. After a brief while of this I pulled back to look at her once more.
"Wow…" Shirley whispered while blushing heavily. My response was to hug her again, placing my mouth next her ear I whispered back deeply.
"Shirley…" I felt her shiver in my grasp as I did this, her breath visibly quickening, taking note to this I breathed in and out slowly but powerfully.
"I'm sorry… I didn't mean to force that on you…" I said while hiding my shame by keeping my chin on her shoulder.
"Don't be!" she started by saying little bit too loudly. "I mean… I'm just glad you care about me that way."
I froze for brief moment trying to fully grasp my situation before reacting or saying anything.
It appears there was just a small misconception with the conveyance of my feelings… Oh shit. Damage control time.
"It's kind of embarrassing… But… you didn't mind? " How the hell is that damage control? I thought while mentally slapping myself. Shirley giggled, it was short but full of life and happiness. Instead of pulling back I interlaced my fingers just at the small of her back. In return she hugged me tighter but then shifted as something seemed to be amiss to her.
"What's this?" she questioned by feeling my chest where the main pocket was. Being both still red eyed from crying and mentally drained I didn't react nearly fast enough… Or at all for that matter. Shirley then reached inside of the pocket moving past the folds in the fabric to make entry and produced my firearm holding it awkwardly, staring at it with wide eyes she exclaimed.
"Is this real?" My senses finally coming back to me, I went bug-eyed and snatched the dangerous object away from her.
"Of course it's real!" I said cradling the gun defensively.
"You shouldn't have one of those!" She said while reaching out and attempting confiscate said firearm from me. I simply held the gun out of reach above her. She struggled a few more seconds attempting to get it from me, but to no avail.
"Lulu! That thing is dangerous!" I snorted at the unintended humor (At least to me.) in the statement.
"No shit that's why I carry it. You know the whole self-defense thing?" While saying this I quickly and fluidly slipped it back into the chest pocket of my uniform. I stood quickly but not unkindly and offered a hand to her.
"Come on, let's get out of the rain." She took my hand, clearly not satisfied with the result of the firearm's argument but kept her thoughts to herself for now, as I led her back to my dorm. Writing off an almost euphoric feeling of self-control, I hardly notice my surroundings as we entered the student Council building where my room was located. She tagged along, still hand-in-hand with me. Just down the hall to my room I stated to her,
"We need to get you out of those clothes and into something dry…" I paused briefly thinking and how many ways might my words could be misconceived. "That sounded less creepy in my head." I said while blushing lightly. Opening the door to my room, knowing it was both vacant and unlocked, I let her inside before me. She spun around once in an attempt to gather information on my lifestyle.
"Surprisingly clean for boys room." She said smiling softly. I scratched the back of my head not quite knowing how to respond until I remembered what Milly had told me about me having a maid. But instead of talking about matters of my cleanliness I pointed in the direction of the bathroom.
"There should be everything you need in there… I'll get you some clothes that fit, after you warm up in the shower." She nodded, slightly red in the face but regardless proceeded to the bathroom and shut the door behind her. I waited until I heard the door close and the water start before I even moved. Once I felt it safe, I quickly dressed into another copy of the Ashford school uniform, and replaced all the contents of my pockets into the new set.
I need to find something more suitable for her… One of those black tank tops in the dresser over there should be good… I walked over to the dresser and opened the third drawer. Peering inside I found just what I have been looking for.
Now for some pants… I shifted the drawers some more, not quite remembering where the blue jeans were. It didn't take long to find one, I searched for a tank top, specifically looking for the largest one I could find. Knowing that there was no chance in hell I was going to find any form of undergarments for her, I folded up both articles and walked over to the bathroom door. Knocking twice I asked.
"Shirley I have some clothes here for you…" I trailed off waiting for instructions while listening to the soft tapping of the rain like showerhead while at the same time trying very hard not to imagine her naked. With water slowly dripping from her curvaceous form, lubricating every part of her body causing it's to shine from multiple angles.
Stop that!
"Yeah, go ahead and put them in here, I've drawn the curtain." Swallowing lightly I complied by opening the door and being met by a torrent of steam and humidity that was lined with the faintest scent of soap and body wash. I placed the neatly folded clothes next to the bin that she had discarded her completely soaked garments into.
"Oops…" I heard Shirley say timidly, in response I raised an eyebrow.
"What's wrong?" my asked while rearranging my still wet hair.
"I dropped the soap between the curtain and the side of the tub… it's over there somewhere now." I saw her slender arm poke out and gesture towards the floor near my feet. I looked down, stepping forward gingerly in an attempt to find the lost bar.
"I don't see it-" I was cut off by my foot giving way completely, my weight shifting forward and my body cascading towards the ground… And coincidentally the shower as well.
"Gahh!" I yelped while frantically reaching out to attempt to grab anything in order to stop my unplanned and unwanted dissent. My hands met with the shower curtain but soon found it unable to support my weight as all the metal hooking quickly popped off and I fell forward onto the ground regardless. I heard Shirley gasp in shock as the curtain fluttered onto my back.
"Aww shit my head…" I mumbled while trying to set up.
"Don't look!" she said loudly. A moment after she said this something in my mind clicked and caused the evil bastard part of me to come out partially. I hung my head there in an upright position making sure I was looking down, hair covering my eyes. I then proceeded to say slowly and deeply.
"What if I want to look..?" My question was only met by the sound of the still running water of the shower as she processed my words.
"W-w-what?" Shirley said meekly, obviously feeling self-conscious. I couldn't help but give way to a slight grin as I edged my head up only slightly, still unable to see her.
"You heard me… I said what if I want to look?" I could imagine the look on her face as I said this but regardless hoped to see it myself… amongst other things. I myself at the time could not describe the feeling of attachment I had toward this girl as well as the other Council members… I just figured that I had actually grown to care about them before I lost my memories. But regardless something forced me to push myself on her.
"Well Shirley? Let me make you mine…" I said this hoping for the best, but expecting the worst. My feeling of insanity riding on her next decision. I waited with bated breath…