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Paper Moon
Chapter Twenty-Two
And the Lows...
Sora
And it's so scary, because I hadn't really thought like that until I recovered from the shock and barely had time to -
The sunlight is the thing that wakes me up, which just shines in my eyes in a way so that it seems to be thinking alright now you lazy thing. Get up before you die there. I groan, rolling around onto my side and throwing my arm over my eyes, hissing slightly when a stab of pain shoots at me.
Roxas sleeps on, oblivious to the fact it's almost noon, snoring lightly behind me in my ear. I laugh slightly despite myself, which only causes more pain to shoot up my backside, so I stop and sigh, supressing a yawn soon afterwards.
"God, the sun's gonna burn me if this continues." I hear him mutter, followed by a not-so-friendly curse at the sun, but he sounds half asleep. "You awake, Sora?"
"Yep." I turn around to face him, trying to not show him that it hurts. But of course, how much that fails. He sighs, eyes closing a little as he soothingly rubs my hip with his hand.
"I'm sorry." I laugh at that, making him look at me, cerulean eyes incredulous.
"It doesn't matter. It'll pass." Though I don't mention that I can't really feel my toes or my feet for the while. Don't want to add fuel to the fire. He puts his hand on my hair and messes it up further, laughing slightly.
"Should we get up and try to do something productive with our day? Or stay here and just lie here for the rest of the day?" Grinning as he says that, he sits up and stretches, blanket pooling around his thighs as he does so.
"Getting up sounds nice. But for me that might take all damn day, so go ahead without me." I smile. He rolls his eyes, leaning over and picking me up before standing. "Hey, wait!"
"Don't protest." He rolls his eyes, carrying me to the bathroom as I cross my arms, huffing.
"I could've gotten here on my own."
"And let that take a whole day? No, thank you." I stick out my tongue at him. He simply laughs, shutting the door behind us.
~~(^w^)~~
"C'mon!" I pull him along, holding both of his hands as I tow him down the streets, the people barely sparing us a second glance as he somewhat unwillingly follows me, sighing at my eagerness. The September wind brushes by, holding the promise of Autumn but still smelling like summer - basically, like leaves and heat and a bunch of other non-pleasant stuff.
"Where the hell are you dragging me to?" He asks, for the third time. I smile an impish smile, not noticing as he looks over my shoulder at something.
"You'll see." I laugh, jumping up and down as we wait at the intersection for the walk sign. He sighs, just letting me pull him along now, and even though it's almost six the sun is still up, though it's gonna set soon because the sky is a haunting purple, pink, orange and yellow, as if warning the world of something. Again he looks at something on the other side of the intersection, and I notice it this time and follow his gaze. No one stands in front of us, so I can see that he's looking at a man, who is leaning against the side of a building looking right at me. "Umm..."
And then there's that CRACK in the air that I'll never forget, because it haunts me so much nowadays; a spray of dark crimson shortly after, as I stumble to my left from hands that pushed me. I turn to my right as the crimson falls, the man dissapearing in the commotion. And it's like that that I think it-
"It's that easy to erase people from this planet. Erase them from the lives of the people who care for them."
And it's so scary, because I hadn't really thought like that until I recover from the shock and barely have time to catch Roxas as he falls towards me, the crimson staining his shirt, the smooth skin of his neck, but he doesn't cry out. He only gasps as he holds his right hand to his left shoulder, blood seeping from the bullet wound. People watch, but my ears are ringing as I see the blood.
"Roxas!" I cry desperately, sure he's gonna die. "Why'd you do that?"
"Promised I'd protect you... right?" He smiles, and I grit my teeth, about to reply when he falls limp in my arms and I almost have the urge to scream but instead I just pick him up and hold him to me as I start running, cars and people alike letting me pass, not offering to help.
"Don't you dare die on me." I growl to him as I push past a crowd, running so fast my lungs are gonna explode but I don't care, because he's dying, he's dying in my arms and I don't want that. "I'll hate you forever if you do." Tears bite my eyes, but I hold them out of pure stubborn pride as I push past a confused crowd, entering the emergency doors, and the receptionist gasps as she looks at me and the bloody Roxas, his blood staining my shirt.
"What happened?" She cries out as I pause, gasping for breath. She calls a doctor over and orders him to bring a stretcher.
"He was shot." I say shakily, unwillingly letting Roxas go as the doctor takes him from my arms to put him on a stretcher. He wheels him away, and I watch after him, taking one shaky step towards him, but the receptionist takes me by the shoulder and places me on a bench.
"They'll take care of him." She tells me, whispering it lowly and giving me a concerned look. She looks no more than twenty-five and her nametag reads Yuffie. "Don't worry about it. Your friend will be fine." I nod mechanically, pulling my legs up onto the bench and hugging them to my chest, burying my face in my knees.
I remain like that for a while, his blood still on my shirt. Yuffie comes to give me a new one after a while; I thank her and place it beside me, but I don't put it on. I keep seeing the blood, and Roxas knew... that's why he kept looking over my shoulder.
God, Roxas. Why?
"Promised I'd protect you." I shut my eyes tighter at the memory of his words, gasping slightly as I try - and fail - to keep the memory of it from my mind. I end up rocking back and forth a little, earning pitying looks from the other people in here, but they don't care, they don't know him like I do. They don't know him the same way we know each other.
He has to live. He just has to. I don't think I could stay sane otherwise. And as I think, we hadn't been seperated like this - so to speak - for so long that it hurts, God it hurts, and I just want to cry. I hadn't noticed, but there's an emptyness he fills when he's here.
Yuffie comes back, smiling a little.
"Come on." She says gently, gesturing for me to stand. Some patients look irate that Roxas is the one getting attention, but I don't spare them a glace. I numbly grab the shirt and follow her, sure she's bringing me to see his body, and that thought blurs my vision as the tears ghost my eyes and I have to hold them back as she opens a door with a little window.
The cool air wafts around me and I expect a line of metal tables with bodies, but instead it's a private room, a window with its blinds closed, a tv, a small sofa, and a hospital bed with a blonde angel in it. My blonde angel.
He looks at me, and I run and I don't care for the receptionist as I grab his shoulders and say the first words that I want to tell him - though I make sure not to jostle his left shoulder too much.
"What the hell did you do that for?" I ask, tears freefalling down my face. "Do you have any idea what I would have done if you would've..."
Lifting his right hand, he points to his heart.
"I didn't promise to protect you for nothing, Sora." He tells me, but his eyes are shining with relief and fright.
"If you ever scare me like that again, I don't care what you say, I'll hunt you down myself and slaughter you." I growl, but I hug him, which kinda stops my threat from being effective. Nonetheless he laughs shakily.
"It's funny." He says with a grin. "This morning it was you in some sort of pain," I blush at the memory, "And now the tables have turned."
"I thought you were gonna die." I whisper, head still on his chest, and I hear his heart as it beats, even though the monitor does that, too. I hear the receptionist leave, closing the door behind her. But I didn't miss her smile before she left, the one that said You two should be alright now. As if she knew the bond we share. "I would've died, too..."
He laughs once, and I look at him.
"They'll be monitoring me for the next three days, to see if no infection or whatever sprouts." He informs me. I nod, gratefully welcoming the kiss he places on my lips, thanking any damn god around that he's alive.
He's alive.
"It's scary how quickly someone you love can dissapear." I tell him, and he makes room for me so I scoot beside him on the tight fit and curl on my side beside him. It's not too comfortable but it's more than welcome. "Made me think on how little time we could really have."
He raps the top of my head with a knuckle.
"Stop thinking such morbid thoughts." He says, but he's smiling. "I'm sorry I scared you so much. I couldn't watch him just shoot you. I would've had to kill him, and then somehow find you to shake some sense into you for dying on me." It makes me laugh.
"We're both idiots."
"Idiots do crazy things when they're in love." Is his reply, and I curl up beside him and sleep a little, smiling.
~~(OuO)~~
I'd opened the curtain at some point so we could see the stars a little, and I watch them as he finishes up his snack, while I munch on a straw from the milk chocolate I'd drank. I'm sitting on a chair beside his bed, to allow him to have the space. He'd protested, but I'd insisted. And he agreed, but grudgingly so. The clock on the side table reads 11:11pm, which is really late, but Roxas got hungry a little while ago so I'd gotten him something to eat. Again, he'd protested. Again, I persuaded him.
But I'm trying to make it up to him, because I feel really bad.
"It's 11:11." He says as he glances to the clock.
"Make a wish." I smile at him, and he drinks the last of his own milk chocolate as he thinks. He nods after a while, closing his eyes as he wishes, opening them again just as the glowing green numbers change from 11:11pm to 11:12pm.
"What'd you wish for?" Though I know, because I can read it in his eyes. I smile, crossing my arms loosely on the mattress and leaning my chin on my arms. The bandages on his shoulder peek through the hospital pajama's collar - unlike most hospitals that have those gown's that weren't designed for the comfort of patients' back doors - this hospital has pajama's, which includesa top and a bottom. They're actually very comfortable.
"It's a secret." He smiles, but I read it anyways in his eyes. I wished that we can stay together, no matter what comes our way.
A night nurse walks in, tapping on the door.
"Sorry, but visiting hours were over a while ago." She whispers. "I'm afraid you'll have to leave and come back tomorrow." I shake my head frantically, but it's Roxas who saves me.
"Forgive me, but it doesn't matter, does it? He can stay here, and we both know it." She purses her lips.
"Very well. Call if you need anything." She closes the door again. I laugh after she's gone into my hands, and he grins.
"Alrighty then. I think I'll go sleep." I yawn, and stand up to stretch. "G'night." I walk around the bed to throw myself onto the couch. He laughs once silently, reaching up for the light.
"Good night, Sor." He whispers lovingly. I stand up a moment - I've changed out of the blood-stained shirt a while ago, really - and we let our lips meet in a small, innocent kiss. He smiles at me as we pull back, and I glance to his bandages a moment, passing my fingers lightly over them, sadness creeping into my eyes. He sighs, puttign his hand over my fingers, causing me to look at him, which he then gives me another little peck.
"Don't worry about it. Think of it as being even."
"But you almost died." I whine, voice breaking. "He was gonna shoot me."
"We've talked about this." He whispers, and I nod, still unable to not feel guilty about it. But I take his word for it. "And when we get back, you can take return the pain I gave you by taking that bullet however you want." I look at him, blinking, and he smiles, leaning back against his pillow. "I'm sure that'll make you feel better." He closes his cerulean eyes, so I steal him a last little kiss.
"Goodnight, Rox." I grin at a final thought. "And I was right." He raises an eyebrow, even though his eyes are closed. "Your name. Remember when I told you what it sounds like?"
"Yeah, you told me it sounds like rocks-ass." He opens his eyes. "And?"
I stay silent, letting him click the pieces, laughing when he sticks his tongue out at me. I lean back against the couch, sighing and curling into a ball, feeling kinda cold since he's not behind me with his arm around me as we sleep.
"You sure you'll be fine?" He asks. I nod, closing my eyes.
"I love you." I whisper, and I hear his smile in his voice, and his voice lulls me to sleep.
"Thought I'd never hear those words again." He says silently. "Love you too, Sor."
Soooo?~ Do you hate me for shooting Roxas? Huh? Do ya? Huh? Huh?
Sora: So it was you. *Evil voice and evil glint in his eyes*
Oh... damn.
*Censored*
Roxas: Serves you right! *Laughing*
*Comes back with bloody face, arms and coughing blood* Shut up. Go entertain Sora, will ya?
Hey, who can guess who shot him? And if it's a stranger, then who hired the man to shoot Sora?