Eagle's Eyes

By Stor-E-Phool

"Ren? Are you awake?"

"Yes." I had been for a long time. I had been listening well into the night for footsteps, the sound of a car treading across the dirt...anything. Not to mention that the constant chirping of the crickets had prevented any amount of shut-eye ever since the sun went down.

I heard a relieved sigh. "That's good." There was a moment of still quietness--well, excluding the irritating song of the afore-mentioned bugs nearby.

"...Kyoko." I tapped on her wrist that layed nearest me, "What is it?"

"...You killed the blue-eyed man." I laughed, though no one could hear but me. Her wrist withdrawaled from my hand. "What?" She asked with worry. She had felt my body shudder with laughter.

I reached for her hand again and responded.

"I didn't kill him," Though I wish I had. He only deserved it.

"What?! Then what happened?" Her hand left mine for a moment as she sat up, and when it came back it was tense. She was determined to get all of the story. I sighed and got up, too. I couldn't tell if she was angry I didn't kill him or not.

"He came into my room and told me to follow him to the video room," I felt her shudder. Yes. We both remembered that room with utmost clarity. It was a room full of tortured memories of pain and loss. "Obviously I ignored him."

"He couldn't have been too happy,"

"He wasn't." I replied, "He grabbed my shirt, and was about to strike, but he forgot..." I tighted my fist and continued tapping. "...That I am stronger--whether I have my eyes or not." She was silent.

I sighed again. "Kyoko. I just clocked him. That's it."

"But there was blood. I smelt it!" Her voice was accusive. I clenched my side.

"Nonesense. There was nothing."

"I don't believe you." I felt her cool hand brush the arm at my side. "What are you hiding, Ren?"

I grimanced. It still hurt. "Just a nick."

"A nick. So there was a knife." I turned my face from her voice. Now she was going to worry over it. Just what I didn't need.

"Ren, open your shirt." I sighed and did as she said. As soon as the frigid air hit the wound I flinched, and moved away from her fingertips. "I can't believe I didn't see the blood on your clothes earlier. It's everywhere."

I buttoned it back up. "It's not serious."

"You don't know that," She replied, and pressed me back to lay down. "It could be infected. And all of our running may have ripped it further." Kyoko sighed and laid down beside me. "It's too dark to tell though... I'll doctor it tomorrow..." She took in a deep yawn. "...I'm too tired right now."

I yawned too, and relaxed. I would worry about infections and wounds later. At the moment I didn't care. All that occupied my mind was the warmth of Kyoko's hand resting in mine. As her breathing slowly steadied into a sleepy rythym, I tapped a faint message.

'Good night, Kyoko...'

A/N: Hey sorry for the delay! I was on a school trip to a Fine Arts Competition in Idaho. :) It was fun!

Anyways... So this chapter. I have a feeling the stucture was a bit awkward, especially the incorporation of Ren's cut. I didn't really get to explain... Basically the "Blue-Eyed Man" came in to do another ransom message with Ren, and Ren pretended he was asleep. The man yelled and grabbed Ren's shirt. That's basically the story he gave Kyoko, but he left out the part about the revealing conversation following that resulted in a knife in his side! :) I won't yeild that, either, though, I'm sorry to say! Bwaha! :) You know I love you guys, right? Lol.

Love,

Stor-E-Phool