A/N: Valdemar; ¡sabía que entenderías el punto! Precisamente me inspiré, más o menos, en "La vuelta al mundo en 80 días". Pensé que, además, el recorrido sería más que interesante, aunque tuve que ponerme a revisar mucho los mapas de Rusia, Turquía, Georgia y demás. Son, básicamente, varios países por los cuales deben pasar, que tienen culturas muy diferentes y, además, están en constante conflicto el uno con el otro. Será un poco difícil describirlo como deseo, pero lo intentaré.
Alright, enough. Lol. Enjoy.
Paradise is Hell
The trip to Cyprus had been uneventful, slow, and annoyingly long, for what the distance really was. I-Shaina had commented, slightly upset- would have propably finished the journey in two hours, swimming. She was probably right. We left the paceful, beautiful Greece, and made our ways in boat to Cyprus.
The weather was nice, warm, and 'friendly', as the sailors called it. The sky was undeniably blue, not a single cloud staining the sapphire surface above our heads. A summer breeze caressed our faces, and, to me, the constant voices of strangers were a kind of lullaby that drove me to fall, fast, asleep, while I rested my elbows on the barandal of the boat; the humming of the engines and the water, rocking the wooden floor beneath my feet, simply irresistible. The sun, hiding now, began shutting down it's light, leaving the sky between a gentle blue, pink, orange... It was like a painting, and I smiled, absent minded, when Milo wrapped his arms around his wife, kissing the space between her neck and her shoulder, what I though, adoringly. The green haired woman returned the gesture, pressing her lips against his cheek.
The embarcation stopped in Morphus'coast, near the United Kingdom Base, a few miles away. Waves hit the floor, and, as silently as possible, we stepped into firm land; each one of us carrying our respective suitcases on our backs. Milo carried one of Shaina's, as well, but it didn't seem to bother him. She, on the other hand, was leading the way towars our vehicle, the vehicle that would take us to the nearest town, while she held her husband's arm with one of her's, and her bag with the other. Sand caressed our feet gently, and we gave our boat a last glance, before marching off.
"Ah, there it is..."- Shaina commented, pointing at a small jeep, not far away from us. She sought for something in the dephts of Milo's jacket's pockets, and pulled out, a brand new pair of sunglasses. Putting them on their place, slipping them up the bridge of her delicate nose, she threw her package in the backseat.
Milo and I winced.
"Snake, are you even thinking of driving?"- her husband inquired, pale.
"I intend on arriving to Tokio alive... And you know what they say about Italians and cars..."-
The female shot us both a murderous glare, and we both understood, that it was time to shut the hell up. Milo sat beside her, and I sat in the backseat, spreading my legs comfortably in the leather of it, resting my head on the bags we carried along.
Shaina introduced the key in it's place, twisted it gently, and the purring of the engine made her smile, probably. Milo seemed too frightened to say something. Her foot connected with the accelerator, and her hand grabbed the velocity changer easily, to put it in two. Her free hand gripped the timon, and the car began moving, smoothly, on the ashphalt. From where we were, we could see the ocean.
"Woah, Milo... Your wife has not killed us yet."- I commented, accidentally out loud.
The other male shifted from his seat, slightly, to hit my left arm. Hard.
"She will if you don't shut up!"-
Shaina laughed gently, narrowing an eye at me from the retrovisory mirror. "I heard that, Gemini... I'm in charge here. Unless you want to be shot down a cliff, with the car falling on you, I'd suggest you to shut your speak-hole."-
"You're such a sweetheart. Milo!"- I whined.
"Hey, she's right."-
I grunted moodily, and pulled out a book, and a lantern. The book was one of vampires. Ann Rice, I believe, this one called "Gold and Blood". Twitsting the controls of the lantern, I could read easily, once the light reached the small, black letters. The cool night air had settled already, and it caressed our faces, untamed our hairs, and provoked us to put our jackets on us.
Were I not in the middle of my lover's search, I would have considered Cyprus a kind of vacation. You know; sun, sand, sea everywhere, and drinks with little umbrellas and cherries in them.
I closed my eyes.
Saori...
My insides ached in utter need. I missed her. I was worried, and it made me sick to my stomach. My fingers reached to rub my temples, and I was preparing to fall asleep, when Shaina's scream pierced my ears.
"Che' Bruto! Move from the way!"-
It was no more than a kid, a small kid, smiling at us from the middle of the road. He was unnaturally beautiful, with blonde hair and green eyes, and...
Shaina seemed to have a hard time attempting to manipulate the board, and the accelerator wouldn't cease it's movement. Even if Shaina wasn't pressing it anymore. Milo took the timon, and turned it quickly. The wheels' material soubnded painfully against the asphals beneath them, and the car turned. With us inside.
Oh, shit...
And with this, all I saw was black.
