I watched in amusement as the little blotches of lights dotted the darkness. My body felt numb, unfeeling and for a moment I wondered if I was dead. That is how death is supposed to feel like, isn't it? All numb, painless and dark?
The countless books I had read on life and death tells that the death is supposed to be less painful than birth, even pleasant. I always wondered what death was supposed to be like. Do you really see the white blinding light which gives your soul energy like they say? If so, are these little white blotches that light?
I rolled my eyes around, trying to see past the darkness. I tried to feel my body but felt nothing except the feeling of floating. I finally settled back, letting go.
It happened suddenly, like someone flipped on a switch and the life rushed back to my body. Each of my limbs began to ache and my organs felt like they are on fire. My body felt like burning inside out. A gnawing feeling settled in my stomach as I felt a burst of air down my throat.
Water rushed from my lungs and out of my mouth as my body shook and folded itself in half. I felt a spasm in my throat as a violent release of air and water was released from my lungs followed by a coughing fit.
My hands clutched the front of my shirt and my body shook fervently. I felt a hand rubbing my back, occasionally rubbing near my tail bone. I heard Drew's frantic voice chanting my name.
My ears buzzed and I so badly wanted him to stop speaking and going near my aching tailbone. Waves of pain were shooting from behind my head, numbing my mind and making them ache all the more.
I tried to force my hands to move, my fingers twitching.
o.o
Eyes widened, two brilliant green orbs, glazed with worry stared at the sapphire pair. Drew stared at May, her cold hand on his mouth as her eyebrow twitched in annoyance.
"Shut up, will you?" She hissed hoarsely, hand still on his mouth.
Drew's expression softened, his head sunk supported by his hands. His hands clutching his hairs, he looked up with eyes wet, "Geez, May…you are annoyed right after you worried me to death. You sure are something."
May gave an involuntary shiver, realizing her clothes were dripping wet.
"Cold, are you?" Drew said softly, getting up and walking over to where their bags were, "All your clothes are wet."
Her eyes followed him as he crouched down in front of her, a black blanket in his hand which he kept on the ground. She followed his hand as they reached near her collarbones and began to unbutton her red top.
"W-what do you think you are doing?" She exclaimed, her face flushing.
"May, you need to get out of your wet clothes and I would gladly lend you mine but mine are wet as well." Drew said, continuing to unbutton her top, revealing a white camisole beneath.
May blushed deeper as he finally peeled away her red top, leaving her in white camisole and black shorts.
Drew laid the top near the fire, along with their other clothing and settled against the cave wall with the black, oversized blanket draped over his shoulder.
They continued to stare at each other until Drew finally spoke, "So, are you coming or not?" as he held the blanket open for her.
With a little hesitation, May finally crawled between his legs and he covered both of them with the blanket.
"Drew, why are your clothes dry?" May spoke after 10 minutes, holding his jacket clad arm in front of her. "And why is your jacket black instead of purple? And why is your jacket full sleeved?"
"May, calm down. Rest. Stop asking so many questions." Drew spoke with his voice a bit restrained and bitter which went unnoticed by the brunette.
May settled against his warm chest, questions still swimming in her head.
o.o
"I like the color of blood." Drew glanced down at the girl in surprise as the random fact left her mouth.
"Huh? The color of blood?" May nodded.
"Now tell me something about you."
"I tried to dye my hair when I was 12." May looked up at him and smiled.
"I like your hair color. I got chewing gum in my hair when I was 9 and had to cut my hair. I cried for days."
Drew smiled as he settled his chin on her shoulder, "I hadn't talked to my dad since I was 9. I am close to my older sister."
May laid her head against his chest, listening to his heart beat, thinking about what to tell him next. She flushed again when she felt him kiss her bare shoulder.
"Drew..." She mumbled as he gave a little nip and kissed it again. His grip tightened around her as he kissed her shoulder fervently.
"Getting quite cozy, huh?" May felt Drew stiffen considerably as her eyes looked up to the source of the voice.
At the cave entrance stood a young boy, same age as Drew or maybe older. May stared at his face, his features strikingly resembling Drew's. He was clad in black from head to toe, looking like some sort of sexy devil form hell.
He had the same high cheekbones, pale complexion, same eyes but dark black, long eye lashes and perfect lips. They could very well be each other's replica if it wasn't for the boy's hair; darkest of black May had ever seen.
May felt the heaviness in the air as the boy stood there, having a staring match against Drew. She sat there, mesmerized by the beautiful young man.
Finally she tore her eyes away from the boy and turned to look behind her. Drew's face was twisted into something which looked like a sneer and distaste.
"Drew, who…who is he?" She spoke softly.
"Ah, allow me to introduce myself." The boy said in an elegant tone as he came close to where they were sitting, and deposited the woods he was carrying near the fire, "I am Shū. Shū Hayden."
May's eyes widened as she turned to look back at Drew who had his eyes closed tightly.
"Drew?" She whispered in surprise. Finally Drew spoke in a tight voice,
"May, meet my brother, Shū."
o.o
May sat in front of the fire, draped in the blanket, staring transfixed at the black rose in her hand.
The boys sat around the fire as well, a tense silence hanging over them. Going by the looks of both the boys, one could very well assume that both of them would have lunged for each other's throat if May had not been there.
"Thank you for saving us." May finally worked up enough courage to look at the boy and speak without stuttering. The striking feature of his face was enough to leave May speechless.
"My pleasure. I could not have let a beautiful young lady such as yourself fall." He spoke, flashing a brilliant smile. May blushed and returned to stare at the dark rose.
Something bothered May as she continued to stare at the dark rose. She had read that a black rose means death. So, what does this mean? Does Shū wish for her to be dead?
She stared at the rose harder and tried to figure out the meaning. Maybe he did not mean anything? Maybe…
"A black rose signifies death…evil...darkness…" May whispered under her breath.
"A black rose…also stands for deep devotion…so rare, just like the rose…" Her heart jumped as she stared at the raven haired boy, his silky voice sending her heart in overdrive.
He smiled again as she nodded, wide eyed.
Drew continued to stare at the ground, his teeth gritted as his blood pulsed in his veins. He felt like his body was burning as he felt his brain pound against his skull. His hands were clenched so tight his knuckles were turning white, his nails digging in his palms.
Not again. Never again.
Thank you for the reviews. If someone failed to understand, it was Shū who saved them with his Pansage. And Drew was wearing Shū's clothes. Apologies for the short chapter.The scene many of you mentioned may be from the episode AG113 'Who, What, When, Where, Wynaut?' Excellent episode if you ask us, but the chapter was not inspired by that episode. We actually saw the episode after writing, and it never loaded past the point where Team Rocket had sucked the Pokémons and Drew, May and others in their submarine. Review.