FINALLY FINISHED THE GOD DAMN CHAPTER! Now I can start writing other shizz without feeling guilty! Don't worry, I'll be continuing the fic- I just take a while to write things just the way I like them. I'm sorry about the wait O:
A bit more drama, and a little humour towards the end, in this chapter. I'm sorry if Near seems OOC.
I was adding Gevanni into this chapter, and I got sooo many different spellings of his name, I thought my head was going to explode! So I stuck with the simple one. Let me know in a review if it's alright or if it's completely incorrect- the internet can be misleading.
Warnings: OOC Near. That's about it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Stop making me cry.
Enjoy!

Silver and turquoise wrapped around her narrow body, pressing her clothes into the crevices where her skeleton jutted out of her skin. Stinging, and cold seemed to engulf her as she flailed her aching limbs and tried to keep her eyes open. Through the thickening rushes of colourful waves she could just make out the outline of the van. Her head felt as if the water had poured in through her ears and resided in the hollows of her skull, liquidising her brain, which slipped out of her eyes in the form of tears. The tears, brought on by the sharp pang of water touching her tired eyes, rose up to the surface of the water before being snatched away, soaring downstream faster than Jet could even begin to guess.

She knew that she would follow suit if she didn't keep on trying. And so she flailed her limbs, remembering what she had seen the children do at the swimming pool when she had watched them through the plastic windows on the outside of the building when she had been so young. Recalling the yearning to join them in the waters, that looked smooth and cleansing compared to the river she resided in currently, she began to push herself harder, ignoring the angry protests of her stiff joints. Battling with the water, she pushed herself through the waves, each wave like a heavy curtain she had to heave aside. Clamping her lips and eyes shut, there was no other way to describe it than relief when she felt the rough scrape of metal under her numbing fingers.

She grasped it like a lifeline, letting out a little more of her oxygen supply, ignoring the way it rose away from her along with her energy. The pull of the waters was too much for her to battle against with her one good arm alone, her other arm floating uselessly beside her, and so she hooked her heels in a dent in the inside of the mini van, feeling her muscles groan as they clenched to pull her in. Finally fully opening her eyes, she blinked a piece of paper that had obviously been dragged with the currents out of a pocket away from her eye and examined the situation briefly.

Only one man was still breathing and conscious, panic having made his hands useless for undoing the seatbelt, the air bubbles rising from his bluing lips rapidly. Biting back a small pang of fear, she used various parts of the partially crushed van to pull her weakening body to his side, putting one hand on his shoulder to push him back against the seat as her other hand fiddled with the belt, untwisting it so it wouldn't catch when she released the seatbelt. Finally smooth enough that it wouldn't catch on his clothing when he was released, she pressed the button down with a finger that she could no longer feel, fumbling slightly but getting it at the second try. His eyes, crazed and unseeing, flitted around him, allowing himself to be pulled from his seat, seemingly remembering how to move his limbs.

As they reached the jammed open van door, a white flurry passed them both, and they blinked but didn't turn back as they took the step out into the ploughing waves that threatened to rush them away if this dark haired man didn't put in an effort. One of his arms securely around the younger's shoulders, he flailed his free arm and kicked his legs spasmodically pushing them up towards the embankment. He could hardly see after his eyes being exposed to so much salty water, and was relying greatly on the small girl who clutched his waist with the arm that worked to guide him. After a gruelling battle they broke the surface and the collective sharp intake of breath echoed in the watery ears of the pair.

Small hands pushed on the small of his back, urging him up onto the slimy grass of the embankment, smearing mud over the back of his suit jacket. He clutched to the slippery strands of grass and rolled himself up onto the grass, choking out water, feeling a small amount of pressure being put on his chest to help him push the salt and water from his lungs. Finding it some consolation that someone was aiding him, he hacked out the last of the watery, salty phlegm and lay back on the embankment, staring up at the sky, the black spots in his vision shrinking, making way for the glare of the sun.
"Breath. Also, move away from the edge of the embankment." A raspy but firm voice instructed him, the pressure removed from his chest and placed on his waist, rolling his slow body over onto its side, urging him on.
"Thankyou." He coughed out as he began to haul himself up the embankment onto the top of the muddy hill that was created by the sharp downwards fall to the river that had snagged the mini van and sent it hurtling down.

Turning to sight his saviour, he found himself staring at a collection of air bubble, the surface of the water only recently broken (again) by the younger girl who had saved his life. Not that he'd ever know this. Groaning, he fell back and closed his eyes, trying to regain his energy that had deteriorated from the lack of air, the pain, the horror and the panic.

Blood filled the water, pouring from open wounds from people who had been lacerated by the glass of the windows that had shattered upon impact of jagged rocks that lined the far side of the embankment. For once, Jet was glad of her lack of hair, and ran her cold hand once over the stubble as if to pet it in thanks. She kicked her way back to the van, still feeling weak, concentrating on the dull outline of the vehicle as the light split through the water like a knife, leaving a small white cut in the dark murky river. Again she hauled herself into the van and assessed the situation. Blood was clouding her vision- was that her blood, or someone else's?

Trying to bat the thick substance away from her face, she grasped the nearest body to her, finding it to be very much alive, and moving, on its way back out the van. About to let go to go into the van to grab another person, rearing to save another life, desperate almost, she felt her lifeless wrist being snatched and she was roughly dragged from the scene of the crash. She shrieked, the noise being pulled away from her and through the water, downstream, seeing the bubbles of air stop flowing from the blue faced people's mouths, and felt a rush of tears attack her eyes. No matter how much she struggled against the hand that held her by her arm, jerking around mercilessly, the hold was firm and she couldn't escape.

She watched the people die in silence, realising resistance was futile, and hung her head, keeping her eyes glued to the van. She could almost feel the life being sucked from the vehicle; see the dancing souls of the members in the van being dragged away, unable to reach the stars where they should belong. How many times would she have to see people die, see lives passing when she should have saved them? It felt like only yesterday that she watched the gang members drop the floor, their eyes blank before they hit the ground. She didn't regret them dying- not really. They had harmed her enough that she felt no sympathy for them as the fear struck their hearts, showing so brightly in their eyes.
It wasn't unusual to come across the rotting body of something in the alleys she had roamed before, when she was just a child. What is seen cannot be unseen, and so she walked with the burden of death hitching a ride on her back as she travelled. Life was never easy.

No one could tell when she had blacked out.
Near had panicked (internally, of course), when he threw her onto the embankment and hoisted himself up to see her and the lone survivor's conditions, and found her limp on the grass, caked in mud and other people's blood, soaked to the skin. He had never been so relieved to find a pulse when he had pressed his hand to her underdeveloped chest, cringing at how her ribcage protruded. Her lips were blue, and her skin was deathly pale, but from between those chapped blued lips small gasps of air puffed out. Her heart beat in time with her inhales and exhales- erratic and shallow.

Gevanni was conscious and quickly recovering himself. He shakily pulled himself to his feet upon Near's arrival and stood at the top of the slippery hill as the albino dragged the lifeless teen up the hill, seemingly struggling even though she looked to weigh nothing at all. Seeing that she was indeed alive, but hardly, he stripped off his suit jacket, which was still soaked through, and offered it to the pale boy, who lifted her frail body slightly, slipping the expensive fabric around her shoulders, helping her arms into the sleeves.

She didn't wake up while Near estimated the general direction of their destination, and the amount of time it would take them to arrive there, and so it was with ample measures of begrudging reluctance that Gevanni bundled her into his arms and set out to begin their fairly long journey. It had been estimated that they would be about 9 hours to get to the confinement they were placing Jet in, roughly, and that was without stopping even to drink or urinate. It was somewhere between 2 and 4 in the afternoon, and the sun was still high in the sky, which meant that the three dried faster. They wouldn't encounter any people on their journey, or so Near predicted, so there was no way to get food, but that also meant no people to give explanations.
"Shouldn't we call the emergency services about the van?" questioned Gevanni in a gravely voice, face calm and collected even though inside he was a wreck.
"No, as otherwise it will be more trouble than it's worth."
"You can't just leave them there to rot." Protested the dark haired man.
"Yes I can. I just did." He said bluntly, but seeing from his sidelong glance that his employee was heavily affected by this (and how could you blame him? Even the pale boy was shaken), he tried to reassure the man. "The water will eventually carry it downstream. It won't be long until they're discovered. Vans don't come flowing down a river every day, so it will soon be noticed, in a town or village."

This didn't console either of them, but they carried on in silence, Gevanni finding his arms were beginning to ache a little. They had already been weak from just recently being dragged out of water seconds before he died, but with the weight of an admittedly extremely light teenage girl on them, they had strained to keep her up at all. He bit his lip in frustration.
"Near, can you hold her for a while?"
"I'm navigating, Gevanni."
"I just narrowly avoided death, give me a break." He snapped, wishing he had a free hand to clap over his mouth. He'd never snapped at his employer before- the albino boy had always made him feel too edgy to be so open about his feelings.

Aside the sharp tone, the albino saw the man had a point- he would probably still be weak from waking up after blacking out on the muddy embankment, and would possibly even still have a little salt water in his lung which he couldn't (or at least he hoped he wouldn't)hack up all over the girl. He was also cold and recovering from the shock of seeing people he'd become acquainted with die, and almost dying himself. On top of that, the white haired boy couldn't help but feel that the icy eyed man didn't trust the girl in his arms. Odd, but he supposed anyone who wasn't better informed would feel edgy that the driver of the vehicle would slip up only after meeting a girl none of them had met before. And that had been a big slip up- the evidence was in the water.

Silently, the obsidian eyed boy held out his arms and let the tired man role the girl, not halting her before she hit his chest. He supposed this is what made her begin to stir, tilting her head so she had her nose buried in his shirt, and hack up a small mouthful of salt water which made his skin crawl as it stuck his shirt to his skin- he had only just dried off, and again he was being soaked. He could have swore he heard his companion snicker at his predicament and the waking girl groaned and fidgeted, making it hard to keep her in his arms. He was almost tempted to drop her on the floor, but knew she was in no condition to do that. Almost as if she sensed that he was thinking of dropping her, she reached up and slapped him across the face hard enough to make his head snap to the side.

Now fully awake, she stared up at him with distrustful, blinking her eyes until they focused. Now seeing who was carrying her, she cringed and waited to be berated, but it didn't come. Feeling his breathing steadying again against her right forearm, she bit her lip and scrunched her eyes closed.
"What was that for?" An even voice asked her, causing her to open her eyes and cock her head to the side. Not angry?
"I didn't realise it was you carrying me.."
"And you thought slapping your kidnapper, while you're in the state you're currently in, was going to be a good idea?" He sighed, drawing his eyes back to their path.
"No, I was thinking: Oh god, he's going to rape me, he's a paedophile, he's an old man, I can tell from the colour of his hair. But then my vision cleared, and I thought: Oh, I just slapped that guy I can't remember the name of."
"Near."
"Thanks, I'd still forgotten it. Did you even tell me it?" He dismissed her question, frowning at the idea of being mistaken for a paedophilic rapist pensioner. Could men that age even get it up? He shook his head free of the image, and she took this as an answer to his question. Why was she being so annoying anyway? "Why am I being so annoying?" She asked, blinking.
"My thoughts exactly." He spoke before he could stop himself. This earned him a glower, and an offended 'Hey, that's mean!'

Gevanni looked at the two, feeling a headache coming on. He realised that the girl had saved his life an all (though he didn't trust her in the least), and that Near was his employer, but he was currently wishing that they were not here and he could pretend he was on a peaceful walk (something he never did. Ever), somewhere far from the quarrelling duo. And from as far as he could see, things weren't going to get better any time soon.
He was entirely correct.

It looks so SHORT. I hate Fanfiction for making big long documents look puny! D:
It iiiis over 2000 words, though- I'm trying to make each chapter at least close to that figure.
I guess I'm kind of dragging this story out a bit- Probably because I plan out what I'm going to write, but when I write it I get a quarter of the way through the plan and realise that if I write the whole thing it'll be, like, 12 pages long and who knows how many words. I can't do that to myself. Nope nope nope.
I'll try to be a little quicker with uploading the next chapter. I swear, I DO try!
(I'm getting kind of lazy with these chapter names, hm? Damn. Oh wells!)
I currently have two different fics planned out that I'm going to be putting into action soon, and I'm considering a few Hetalia fics.
Review! :D
(To the anon reviewer who brought up wanting to read a BBxNear fic, if you read this- I'm working on that, too.)
Bye!