Chapter
Eleven:
D/C: still
don’t own’em.
#Millia:
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“Hey,
darling, want a drink?” Zato smiled, the light
reflecting on his blue eyes.
“No
thanks,”
“Come on, it’d
been a successful mission!” he stretched his hand, a glass containing red
liquid held gently in his thin fingers.
“I don’t
drink, thank you.”
“Hmm, your loss.” He downed both drinks and suddenly his eyes turned
completely white, a black monster crawled up his neck and he suddenly jumped,
fangs bared and hands bloody.
“Zato
don’t!”
~
My eyes
shot open and I struggled to breath, something was holding me down and I had to
get away!
Please
don’t kill me!
“Cut it
out.” Sol’s voice rang in my ear and the heavy thing on my collarbone moved.
His voice sounded, groggy?
I focused
my blurred vision on the body next to me and I saw Sol Badguy shifting away and
burrowing into the pillows.
I sat up
and the pain in my arm definitely woke me up. It was just a dream…
I took a
few deep breaths and dropped back in the soft bed sheets.
Wait a
minute, silken bed sheets…
My fingers
twitched on the soft material.
We are in a
hotel room… WE!
I glanced
again at a sleeping Sol.
He had
gotten drunk last night.
I rubbed my
forehead.
I hate
dealing with drunken people.
“Daddy, why
are you drinking again?”
“Shut up.”
I looked at
him again.
This is my
husband, now… I have so many questions…
”You get
better, you leave.”
No, he just
gave me his name to get rid of the assassins. Why should he stick with me if I
was nothing but a brag?
Great, now
I have more questions.
I leaned
down closer to him and tried to fend off the smell of grapes.
“Sol.”
Please don’t wake up, I just want to talk to you without you actually hearing
me, it’ll save us both the trouble. “I want to be with you. maybe,
if we try hard enough, it would work.” Who was I fooling? “Maybe, if you
could just open up to me more, we could live together without killing each
other…”
I couldn’t
help but brush back a stray strand of dark brown hair.
My hair
twitched.
Oh, so now
you want to participate?
I smiled a
little at my own screwed up life, and sighed. I felt like crying.
”Stop
crying! Dammit! Or I’ll make you!”
I shook my
head and got back to the present. Here I was, in bed with my husband on
our first day of our honeymoon. Not exactly married,
and not exactly strangers. I wanted so much to love you, Sol. Maybe, if
we have met under other circumstances, I would have loved you. But,
unfortunately, there isn’t any of that magic everybody talk
about. Maybe I’m trying too hard, maybe you’re not trying hard enough.
Maybe we are just not meant to be…
“Don’t shut me off, please.” I whispered, hoping that he could hear me, and hoping that he wouldn’t. “I don’t want to die miserable.”
I just want to marry a man I love, have a kid or two, maybe three. We’d have an O.K. house with a fine salary, and we’d both die of old age when our kids got married… would I be asking too much if I asked to have a picture with a grandchild?
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#Sol:
Her breath was on my face, and her hand on my skin, it would be just normal if only she wouldn’t smell so nice. There was another interfering smell, something like jasmines… I hate jasmines…
She said she didn’t want to die miserable… whoever said anything about dying?
You think I’ll just leave you after getting into so much trouble with you? You’re a brag, but a fun brag at that. And that’s saying something.
I had to fight a smirk, she sounded so feminine and tender.
It made my hangover worsen.
I groaned and rolled over, purposely slinging my arm around her. Mm, so that was it, she smelled like soapy lemons. Her heart beat faster when I nuzzled her side and I had to stop the smirk that was sure to become a grin.
That’s funny, why isn’t the physical contact warning going off?
Oh yeah, I got drunk yesterday, it just screwed the whole system up. It needs at least 12 hours to return to normal.
“Sol?” she whispered.
Lemons and Jasmines mixed in my head.
“Please, if you are awake, please let go of me.”
Am I hurting her?
I lifted my head up and pretended to have just woken up. “Rage?”
She smiled embarrassedly at me, her cheeks red. “When did you wake up?”
“Just now.” Wow, her lips look delicious.
Aw man..
Report testosterone.hrmn.
Error, unable to reach file.
Damn, this’ll be a long day…
“Please
get off
I rolled off and stared at the ceiling.
I was married…
Hell, this’ll be a long life.
“How close are you used to?” I rolled my head to the side, every move hurt…
She looked and wrung her hands in her lap. “Uhh.” She peeked at me through her thick blond lashes then got back to watching her fingers.
I just had to say something, its been bothering me since last night. “You gonna keep wearing that sagging bra, or what?”
Her cheeks flushed. “My fingers hurt when I concentrate too much, I’ll be okay, though.”
I can't help but stare…
Cute…
Damn.
“You need help washing your face?” I rubbed my forehead, trying to dull the pain long enough to be able to stand up without loosing balance.
“I’ll be fine.” She got up and headed towards the bathroom. She was just as surprised as I was to notice that it didn’t have a door. I rolled out of bed and crawled to the room’s door where a small envelope was resting under it.
“Dear mister and misses. We are pleased to welcome you to our daily morning buffet which we are sure you would like. We are having all kinds of egg rolls, omelets, drinks, fresh cocktails and almost everything else. we wish for you to join us every morning and enjoy the real honeymoon delights. Or you could order up breakfast to your room for free! Just call room service, leave your name and it will be up for you in a flash!
We wish you a happy stay and a comfortable honeymoon. Staff.”
I groaned and hung my head.
“What's wrong? Why are you on the floor?” Millia was leaning on the wall, damn, I need to get her some crutches.
“Nothing.” I stood up and actually started to collect some Manly Ego, I’m starting to act like a wuss. I handed her the paper and trudged towards the bathroom.
The water was damn cold and I had to live like this for 12 hours.
I hate being human.
I dried my face and realized that cold water did nothing but hurt my head more. I watched my wife from where I stood in the doorway. She was reading silently, her lips moving slightly with the words. She wet her lips.
A shiver zipped up my spine and I had to glare at the bedside lamp to keep from either jumping right next to her or jumping right into a cold shower.
I walked over and looked down at her. Her hair was tangled and a shade darker. It probably needed washing. She looked up at me with a small smile.
“You want to order something?”
I dropped next to her and debated whether or not I should go back to sleep.
If you are going to wake up next to her like last time, what's stopping you?
“It’s gonna be on me, anyway.” I explained, “You think they give up anything for free?”
Silence stretched. Oh great, now she’ll just get depressed all day. “Or just order whatever.” I’ve got money to burn anyway. I touched her leg accidentally and she jumped.
“Hh, Sure.” She scooped over to the heart-shaped phone. Who the hell designs such ugly things?
I’ve been avoiding a serious talk up until now because I know she’ll just cry at the end of it, all women do… even if she didn’t, she’ll just get depressed. I’ve learned about her in the last few brushes-with-death more than I could have learned about her in a life time.
She wouldn’t have lasted that long either.
“What do you want for breakfast?” she looked at me with those pretty shiny eyes. Hasn’t she ever been to a hotel before?
“Anything that doesn’t have shrimp.” I rolled over and watched her.
“Uh, yeah, just two coffee and one special.” She had her right arm in her lap. “Thank you.”
“Gonna have to write with your left.” I said more to myself than to her.
“Its okay, I don’t intend to work as a secretary for a while.” A shadow of a smile kept tugging at her lips but she just plain refused to let it bloom, dammit. “Why, you know how to use your left hand?”
I crawled up closer to her. “Yeah, I’m left-handed.” And right now my left had was itching to touch her.
Down boy.
“You don’t need to get all hushed up.” She squirmed and leaned away, I guess I was scaring her. “Are you still drunk?”
“No…” I whispered. At least being drunk would justify the human need that’s clawing inside my chest like a wild beast.
Down I say.
Her eyes darkened, “You’re not thinking about officializing this marriage, do you?”
Amusement. “That’s not a word.”
“Whatever.” She peeked at me under her lashes.
Down.
“You know, Rage.” I rubbed my forehead, the closeness wasn’t helping.
“Are you going to keep calling me that?”
“Maybe because I can't even remember your current name.” silly excuse of a memory program.
“It’s Serei Luna, it means gray moon in Russian.”
I looked at her. “That’s lame.”
“Badguy?” she corked an elegant brow.
Don’t make fun of my name, it scared the crap out of a lot of bounties…
“Anyway, what were you saying?”
I sighed. “I was saying, we should, you know…” how can I say this without being hit in the shin… “We should make use if this contract, you know.”
She stiffened, “Our marriage?”
“Yeah, I mean, you shouldn’t be walking around in an old jacket, a skirt and uncomfortable underwear.” I leaned back on my elbows.
“I should be prancing around naked, that’s what you are saying.” She frowned, all traces of playfulness suddenly gone.
“No.” I shook my head, I’m definitely not getting out of this in one piece. “I mean you should accept my help.”
The door was knocked gently.
Thick tension filled the room. Should I open the door? Or should I just leave it?
If we both just ignore they’ll get the point..
But…
She hasn’t eaten anything since yesterday, she’s probably starving.
“Its open.” our gaze never broke as the person- whoever s/he was- left the wheeled-table next to the door and quietly closed it behind them.
“You never offered help.” She voiced quietly, un-accusingly. “Always forced it on me.”
I narrowed my eyes.
“I don’t mind really.” She touched my hand tentatively before she withdrew it. “You are just confusing at times.”
Anymore and I could cut the tension building in me with Fuuenken.
Oh no…
“Ah. Listen. I forgot my sword at the car, you have breakfast, I’ll be right back.” I started to get up and made my way to the door when I heard a small sigh.
“You weren’t even listening.” She spoke to herself.
Oh babe, I was listening, its just that there are a lot of bad sword-stealing boys I don’t want to fight with. Not in my honeymoon, anyway. I rushed towards the Elevator that just made my head spin, and passed a woman at the reception. The other one was probably off-shift.
Who cares..
I walked out and saw a few kids looking inside the car.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I growled loudly. They scrambled away, Che, the cowards. I pulled the key out of my pocket –the same pants I’ve slept in, damn. Fuuenken was still there, thankfully.
The elevator was cramped when it opened, so I decided to just take the stairs. Of course, seeing that I haven’t smoked, had coffee or showered yet. It was a bothersome thing to do.
Two teenagers were making out in a corner but I just ignored. I climbed the last fly of stairs before I pushed the heavy door and headed towards our room.
Our room.
“Our baby!”
I shook my head and pushed the door open. just as I stepped in, a hand flew towards my throat. Instinct took over and I blocked it with a wrist, twisted around and sent an elbow towards the offender’s kidney. My eyes caught a flash of blonde and I decreased speed, enough for it to not become too-lethal. For my surprise, the person bent down and swept my feet from under me, I caught cloth as I was falling and brought down whoever it was with me, they fell on top of me and soapy Lemons assaulted my nose.
“Rage?”
“Sol?”
I looked up at her, messy hair, confused expression. The headband on my head clinked on the floor, right next to Fuuenken. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
She rolled off. “I thought you were somebody else!”
“Che, like who?”
She was sitting with her legs on either side of her. “I don’t know.”
I glared at the pink-lined ceiling. “If I promise to watch your ass, would you stop attacking anything that went through the door?”
“I guess.” She looked down at me.
Damn.
I suddenly pounced at her and pushed my hands under her shirt.
“SOL!” she gasped and fought me.
Stay still… I traced her rib cage swiftly and caught the soft cloth of her bra.
“What are you doing?” her cheeks were pulsing red, her fingers splayed on my shoulder.
I couldn’t think right now. For a few tense moments, the damn hooks just refused to meet.
“Sol!” her knee dug into my hip.
Aha! My vision sharpened, I finally got the annoying clasp together. I pulled my hands away and rested an elbow next to her head, smirking down at her. “That wasn’t so hard was it?”
She made a displeased face and glared at the wall, her eyes rimmed in red.
Aw man…
“Hey…” I touched her face.
“Just leave me alone.” She got up and limped towards the bathroom. I heard the water running.
You give her the cold shoulder, she doesn’t like it. you spoil and flirt with her, she doesn’t like it. what the hell does she want?
End of chapter Eleven.