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Leon's yell startled her.

She turned her head around and her jaw dropped upon seeing him running in the street after her. A horn honked and she cried out as he was almost hit by a car. Her heart thudded very loudly and then before she knew it he was grabbing her and pulling her off of the street.

She allowed him to, not fighting over the issue.

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When he got to Sora, he distinctly felt another presence along his left arm.

As he pulled Sora off of the street along his right arm, Sophie was along his left. Relief flooded his senses with such a force, he hadn't even noticed that he had dragged them too far.

They were going down, the surface no longer flat.

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Sora clung onto him very tightly as they rolled down the grassy hill.

Her breath escaped her as she was the one beneath him when they finally stopped. She breathed in precious air, her mind a whirling storm as she realized many things. For one, he almost got hit by a car in trying to get to her. The other emotion that she felt, the moment when she feared for his life, tapped into her old heartache concerning her parents' death.

Her eyes flooded with tears.

Within the span of a few seconds, he could have no longer been walking the world of the living. He could have been a shadow in her memories, an aching throb in her heart as his death made her regret the things she didn't say or do while he was still alive.

Her arms tightly held onto him as if the Grim Reaper was just waiting for her to let go so he could claim Leon's soul.

"No!" she cried out, not noticing that she had slipped into her mother tongue, "He's not yours to take!"

Her body trembled hard, though this time not in fear of Leon, but for Leon.

"Not yet" she whimpered, her previous energy deteriorating as her emotions morphed and the events of a few seconds ago fully crashed into her psyche.

Her face buried into his hair and shoulder.

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He was not aware of how long he laid on her, but he was aware of her tight grip on him and her trembling.

He sighed as his face buried against her neck, feeling her pulse rapidly beating.

"Thank God" he murmured in French.

He didn't know what he would have done if she had gotten hit. It would have torn at him for he had been the cause of her running out into the street. What could have occurred shook his insides with a frightening intensity.

His hand touched the side of her face. "Thank God" he repeated emphatically.

Upon his touch, her head lifted off of his shoulder. He saw her watery eyes and he felt his heart stir and the fear of not seeing her with life in her eyes again made him lean down and claim her mouth in a hard kiss. Her hands went into his hair and she pressed him to her, returning his kiss with her own desire for reassurance and the need to be close.

It was very raw and messy, not at all like the sensual kisses or the playful nips they had shared in the past. Hands gripped and pulled hair; her nails dug into his skin and scalp while he was relentless in pushing her against the grass.

Teeth tongue lips…it was all the same.

Their breathing came in and out of their noses in a harsh sound. They were the other's oxygen mask; if they pulled away right now, they would sink and drown in their fear. They would suffocate on the dreaded "what ifs" that plagued the mind even when a danger is avoided.

Just as quickly as the raw feelings came, it left as her fingers relaxed from digging her nails into him. His pushing eased and the force of the kiss wasn't so hard anymore.

Tongues soothed and lips brushed.

She moved beneath him as her body came alive; her writhing drew a throaty moan from him. She mewled as he pushed back against her. Her neck suddenly arched against the grass as he rolled his body against her.

She could see herself falling out of her sanity and into him if she hadn't already done so when they first kissed. Her eyes closed as she rolled her body back against him, hearing his groan and loving every nuance she perceived in it.

This moment of insanity was her paradise; she could not have dreamed anything sweeter even if she tried every night for the rest of her life.

She relaxed the arch of her neck and her hand lay against the back of his head, bringing him to her so that they could kiss. He obliged her, relenting in his rolls in favor of her lips.

They kissed again.

Soft, sweet…he felt like it was the first time he was kissing her as he marveled in her lips.

The traffic from above filtered down into their perfect isolation.

The alarming sound of a horn honking had him pulling away with a stab of fright. He suddenly remembered something and he looked around to find what he had thought he felt when he first pulled Sora off of the street.

"Where's Sophie?" he murmured, the car horn having thrown him off.

For some reason, his question did not startle her as it would have just mere minutes ago when he first approached her on the street.

She merely laid her hand against his cheek. "Sophie died, Leon," she sympathetically murmured. "It was three years ago at the festival."

The memories that had momentarily clouded his eyes suddenly cleared. "Yes," he blankly nodded. The light relief that had flooded his senses no longer existed as his failure came back and weighed on his soul once again.

Sora shifted a little in discomfort. "You're heavy."

"I thought you like my weight," he idly said as he regained his sanity.

She let out a soft huff. "Not all of it."

Her statement cleared his head entirely. "I would imagine not," he quietly stated.

She blinked upon hearing his heavy words, but he got up before she could question him. His hand outstretched for her to grab and she did, being set straight on her feet. After that, he walked off to the parking lot. She dusted herself and then walked along the bottom of the hill to get to her dorm.

Both missed the figure hovering above them, having seen what occurred on the hill.

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AN: This chapter actually didn't give me too much trouble.

Things sort of just flowed out, though I'm not sure if all of the mixed emotions and their actions seem too strange/bizarre. XP Made sense to me in a twisted, angsty way.

Not sure if that's a bad sign or not. XD