Eagle's Eyes
By Stor-E-Phool
A/N: I'm so sorry, faithful readers! I haven't updated in an eternity. My life's been so busy I haven't had time for the computer; not to mention the REST of my family refused to let me on! But now that it's Spring break there shouldn't be too many more problems. Enjoy the fifth chapter of Eagle's Eyes!
"Ren, we've got to do it." I said earnestly, grasping his wrist tighter. His expression was bitter.
"And why is that?" He tapped on my arm, "You're suggesting burning my skin off!"
I sighed and sat back on my heels. What was he afraid of? I'd seen him punched in the face by Shotaro. Touched with dry ice in the video room. Eyes damaged beyond repair. What was a little burn on a wound to this man?
"Do you want gangrene?" I asked, letting go of his wrist and putting my hands on my hips, "It's just to close the cut. It'll only take a moment." Ren closed sightless eyes, weighing his choices. He was stalling.
I was quiet. Silently, I pressed my back against the rock he was leaning on. Silence. It was all I could hear nowadays. I let my head fall onto his shoulder. How long was he just going to sit there? My eyes drifted down to his dust-tanned shirt stained with dried blood. All of our running the day before had ripped the slash wider, just as I had suspected. Just as I'd dreaded.
I felt his hand slip into mine, and I tensed. "Fine," he tapped softly with his thumb, "Let's get this thing over with."
I smiled a little, and squeezed his hand a little harder. "It'll be alright, Ren. It will only hurt for a moment." I let go of him and got up, brushing dust off of the bottom of my pants. I then instructed him to take off his shirt and lay on his side that the cut wasn't on. Solemnly, I took his shirt and dunked it into the small creek by the site we'd slept at the night before.
I kneeled beside the campfire we'd made to cook our fish on that morning. Carefully, I picked up a hot stone from below the firewood, using Ren's wet shirt as a holder. The rock sizzled like an angry adder as it steamed from contact with the wet cloth, and I brought it back over to the place where Ren laid. I surveyed the wound. It wasn't infected, as I had worried it might be last night, but it was going to be if left to itself much longer.
"Okay, Ren. First I have to pull away scabbing around the wound so that it will heal smoothly after being burned. It may hurt a bit." He nodded and clenched his teeth as I picked at the dried blood at the edges of the gash, and near the middle. It really was a gross task, and I gagged once or twice as I did it. A least he'll be okay after it was all done and over with.
I finished cleaning the wound and lifted the hot stone off of the ground, ready to begin burning, when Ren grabbed my wrist and tappeda message with his index finger. "Wait."
"Ren, you know I have to--" He put his finger to his mouth and I shut up. 'He must have heard something,' I thought, putting down the shirt and stone. He grasped my wrist again and dragged me toward the large stone we had been leaning on before.
"I hear an engine," He tapped, jabbing his thumb in the apparant direction of the sound, "See it?"
I forgot to breathe. Men were after us? 'Of course they are, Kyoko.' I thought to myself, 'Why WOULDN'T kidnappers be after their escaped prisoners?' I breathed again. This was business.
I put my hands to the rock and peeked over. There, about seven or eight yards away, was a deep green jeep with one man in the front seat, and two more at the sides. They were all in red and black, just like the men at the House. All employed by the blue-eyed-man.
I tapped the situation to Ren, sinking into a ball next to him.
"They're talking." Ren tapped, craning his head to hear. He just sat there, listening hard. I envied him sometimes. Him and his ears. I felt tears rolling down my face. The blue-eyed-man knew we were here. He knew we'd run away, and now he was going to catch us again. He'll take us to the video room! He'll--
"Kyoko. Kyoko are you all right?" I looked up from my knees, and his face was inches from mine. "They're gone now..." He tapped, andI breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ren," I tapped, "I was scared." I watched as his brow creased in worry. He touched his palm to my cheek and wiped away my tears. Shame wallowed in my belly. I shouldn't be crying.
"Its okay," He tapped, and he pressed my forehead to his bare shoulder. "I'll protect you, Kyoko." The shame that I felt tighted around my heart. He shouldn't be making me feel this way!
A/N: Okay. A little gush, a little fluff, and, best of all, a little suspense... what this story is supposed to be about! Lol this really is turning into a bit of a romantic spew, isn't it? Lol oh well. SO! One of my reviewers, my name is paper YAH!, gave the spectacular suggestion to change the font of Ren's tapping to make it distinguishable from speech. How clever! I'm so glad s/he suggested it. Just look at the change it made in this chapter! XD But yeah. Anyone else upset about Maegon getting voted off on American Idol? I freakin' loved her voice! :) Anyways. Talk to you again in the next chapter! XOXO!
Love,
Stor-E-Phool