Yeah, well. I'm the biggest liar in the world.
Update more often? Psh. Who was I kidding? You guys probably didn't believe me... But sadly, I believed in myself.
Bad idea.
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Desperation and Devotion
"Baka! Who hell do you think you are? Bloody Joan of Arc?"
The dark-haired girl laying on the forest floor with blood spilling out of a spear wound in her stomach just laughed weakly.
"I'm not sure who the hell I think I am, but I think you are all mixed up," the girl murmured, an amused smile playing on her dangerously-pale face. "Baka: Japanese. Bloody: British. Joan of Arc: French," she listed in a raspy voice. "You're usually so enpointe with your dialects. I think you're losing you're touch, mi ami."
"En pointe means pointed in French and is used merely as a term in ballet. Mi ami doesn't even exist. It's mon ami." The petite female kneeling by the dark-haired girl's side gave a wobbly smile. "I may be mixed up right now, but you are as off as you always are." Tears pricked at her russet brown eyes as she added in a whisper, "even as you lay on your death bed."
The girl suddenly bowed her head, so her fluffy copper hair covered her distressed face. Though she desperately attempted to hide her sorrow from her long-time friend, her reddish-brown fox ears that poked out from the top of her head were practically plastered down, giving away her emotions.
"Oh, come off it," the other girl suddenly scoffed lightly. "As if I'm going to die on this pathetic excuse for a death bed. I decided a long time ago that if I'm going to die, it's going to be in a bed made of all my enemies' heads."
"You are so gross," the smaller girl blurted in habit.
The injured one grinned weakly.
The copper haired girl's shoulders slumped even further. "And I have no idea what I'd do without you, mon ami le plus proche," she murmured.
"But you're a fox kami with ten-tails!" the injured girl exclaimed in as loud a voice she could have managed. "You can survive off your own awesomeness without my own," the dark-haired girl teased lightly.
Unpredictably, she clutched her wounded stomach, golden eyes wide open with pain and mouth open in a silent scream.
"Ira!" the other girl cried, grabbing onto her shoulder.
"Well, I see you're in a bit of a dilemma," came a flat, slightly-bored voice.
"Grim," the injured girl coughed immediately in response despite the obvious pain she was in. "I guess I won't be able to uphold my promise."
"Now, now. That won't do." The cat suddenly appeared by her head. The petite girl jumped slightly, but the injured girl couldn't do much but blink.
It lifted a paw and washed its face before speaking once more. "I know someone who could fix you."
"What's the catch?" she whispered, eyes fluttering to a close.
"Another favor."
"What?" Her golden eyes flashed open, suddenly having more life and energy than before. "A second life-debt?"
The cat flicked his tail impatiently. "Precisely, human."
The energy left her eyes. "I refuse."
He yawned in response. "Very well. I-"
"Take the offer, Ira," the petite girl suddenly whispered, her reddish-brown eyes filled with agony. "Take it."
"But two life-debts? I just can't do that, Ayumi."
"You must!" she begged, her pride having been replaced with desperation the moment her best friend got hurt. "You can't just die like this! You can't!"
Her golden eyes opened once more to see the cat waiting, irritated, next to her pleading best friend.
"I..."
"Please, Ira," she whimpered.
"I accept the offer," Ira breathed reluctantly.
"Finally. You humans are so indecisive." The cat snorted before whirling around and disappearing to the shadows. "Bring her," his voice commanded from the depths of the trees.
"Don't worry," I heard Ayumi's relieved voice say as I slowly slipped into a gratifyingly painless sleep, "I won't let you die."
"Who do you think you are, flirting with my wife?" an anger-filled voice thundered.
Honestly, Goodfellow. Of all the things to do... I thought, shaking my head and quickening my pace towards the opening of the alley.
"I didn't know she was married," I heard Goodfellow protest.
My eye twitched. He's an idiot- an absolute idiot. I'm not surprised he got confronted like this, in fact, I wouldn't be surprised at all if he were confronted like this on a daily basis.
"Then, what do you think that ring on her finger is for?" the man responded loudly.
"Decoration?"
Jeez. If he is confronted regularly, he sure hadn't picked up that he should find a way to placate the people he ends up messing with instead of antagonizing them more, I griped internally as I heard the man's angry roar.
Just as I turned the corner into the casino's employee parking lot, there was a loud bang.
I suddenly slowed to a stop, my face paling, as a sharp pang struck my stomach and chest. A second after, Puck's body jerked abnormally before falling to the floor, a crimson mark slowly spreading through his shirt.
The woman Puck left with scampered to the large man's side, seemingly unperturbed by her husband's actions while I was left frozen with shock.
"You weren't paying me any attention," she pouted up at the man, batting her heavily made-up eyes.
"Let's go," the man said gruffly in response, wrapping an arm around her waist and tucking a sleek gray gun into the back of his pants, covering it with his suit jacket. As the couple left to go back into the casino, one of the two dark men who were most likely working for the large man came up to me.
"You didn't see anything, right?" he asked in a threatening tone.
Somehow, I found it in me to nod expressionlessly despite the slightly suffocating feeling I had in my chest.
He and the other guard turned to follow their boss. As soon as they disappeared back into the alley towards the club, I hurried over to Goodfellow whose hand was placed limply on his stomach, looking like a feeble attempt to staunch the rapidly flowing blood even though the iron in the bullet was most likely going to be the factor that kills him.
As I knelt by his side, racking my brains for any of the healing techniques I remembered and absentmindedly rubbing at the spot above my heart, some rambling floated into my ear. Furrowing my eyebrows, I realized it was Goodfellow who I thought would be in too much pain to be conscious.
"The stomach, why is it always the stomach? And it wasn't that long since the last time. Can't I get a break? Well, I guess I'm really dying this time. No one's going to know where I am. And even if they did, how would they save me? Meghan would be panicking- I mean, she may be a queen but she still would probably just freak out and start hyperventilating- and Glitch would be celebrating- he was probably waiting for this moment- and Fringe- she would most likely just finish me off herself just so she could have her sadistic satisfaction- now that's just set in stone. Oh, well. At least I won't be dying a virgin..."
I blinked. "I'm not that bad... am I?" Then, I frowned, asking incredulously, "And what kind of final words are those?"
His eyelids fluttered open, showing eyes that were a piercing green even on the verge of death.
"Oh. Frostbite. Didn't notice you were there," he mumbled weakly.
Feeling annoyance creep up on me, I flicked away his hand that was covering the wound. He sucked in a sharp breath.
"Stop being a wimp," I snapped, my eyes glued to the dark red liquid that was soaking his shirt.
"I'm so thankful for your beautiful parting words. I'm proud to be able to die with them being the last thing I hear," he rasped sarcastically, bending his head back and blinking his green eyes rapidly.
I let out an exasperated huff. "You're on your deathbed, yet you still manage to piss me off."
"It's a beautiful talent, don't you think?"
Gritting my teeth, I grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly peeled it back.
"I knew you wanted me," he spouted out immediately in a hoarse voice before giving a little cough that made his face screw up in pain.
"Shut. Up," I growled before reaching for the hem of my own shirt. Quickly, I ripped the bottom half off and began carefully wiping around the bullet hole. It was bad. Really bad. All ready the skin around the injury was inflamed and extremely red with slightly hints of charred skin from the iron. For some unknown reason, I felt worry.
"What would you say if you were in my position?" Goodfellow asked randomly, his voice quieter and even weaker than before.
"I'd say I was regretful for flirting up that girl with an aggressive husband, don't you agree?" I replied harshly with narrowed eyes.
He grimaced, muttering, "So, you saw that?"
Pausing, I looked up at his face in time to see a flicker of shame in his eyes.
I sighed and softened my tone. I guess I shouldn't rile up the injured one. "Yeah. And you're an idiot." Oops. It slipped out.
It was quiet between us. No more words, only the sound of my cleaning and his uneven breathing that was growing heavier and heavier.
In that moment, I felt panic. As I remembered some healing methods, I knew none of them were strong enough to fix a wound like this. I knew the human hospitals were adept at dealing with gunshots, but the amount of iron and negative glamour in the air would finish him off before he even got under the knife.
Biting my lip, I then remembered a similar scene from my past. I knew who could help us, but the thought of what the cost would be had me nauseous.
"I know," Goodfellow blurted suddenly.
"What?"
"I know I'm an idiot," he clarified in a low voice.
My jaw dropped slightly in surprise, panic suddenly moving to the back of my mind.
A pain-filled moan escaped his lips.
Blinking, I got rid of my shock. It seemed like he had held back the large effect the pain had on him. Sometimes, he was just as stubborn as me.
Then, unexpectedly, my chest, which was already slightly sore for some reason, seemed like it was stabbed. I let out a loud gasp, and I felt my throat close up.
What's happening to me? I cried inside my head, squeezing my eyes shut and clutching my aching chest.
Snapping my eyes open again, I stared down at Goodfellow who was now drifting back and forth into unconsciousness. Something like instinct drove my hands to rest lightly on either sides of his wound.
The words that came after just flowed out of my mouth.
"Don't worry, I won't let you die."
Then, my hands began glowing, and my world went black.
Desperation and devotion can drive people to do some crazy things whether you're the one receiving of giving it. Though the thing is, what made me so desperate to try and save Goodfellow?
Yeah, that last part was supposed to be Ira's thoughts. I dunno when she thinks them, but she does. Yeahhhh...
Okay, well. Here are the definitions of the french terms I used. Bare with me French people since I used the totally dependable Google Translate.
Mon ami - my friend
Mon ami le plus proche - my closest friend
And the first word in this chappie~
Japanese:
Baka - idiot
:D
Mkay. Well. Yeah. Please hate me. How long did it take me to update? A couple days? Weeks? No?
YEAH, TWO FREAKING MONTHS. I DON'T DESERVE ANYTHING. I AM A PATHETIC MONSTER. (Okay, I was watching an anime with a character obsessed with symmetry and whenever someone pointed out his unsymmetrical hair, he called himself a monster and said that he wasn't worthy and stuff. So, yeah. That's me. Cept I don't care about symmetry. I'm just worthless.)
Blah, blah, blah.
Who am I kidding. No one ever reads AN's. :(
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