Chapter twenty:
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#Millia.
I woke up from a restless, dreamless sleep. I felt as though a heavy piece
of
Uh oh, there was a
When Sol was sleeping next to me in the Hotel …
I reached my good hand back and touched around, feeling for anything
familiar.
Just when my fingers found skin. “Stop it.” He growled in my ear and rolled
away. “It’s annoying…” he murmured a few other things but I couldn’t make them
out. I sighed and stared upwards.
It was cold…
He was warm.
I’m loosing it.
So now what? I keep worrying about my life and let him take care of
me? I mean, I can’t even wash my own hair. I glanced at him, only the outline
of him visible.
Why, were the planets aligned just so that I’d get such a screwed-up life?
First I get a fractured leg and a bullet in my wrist, then I become a
bounty. If that wasn’t enough, the Guild keeps tracking me down wherever I went
as if I had some kind of tracking device on me.
I sighed and rolled to my side, my arm hurt and my back felt stiff.
The drug was starting to thin out, and my senses came back slowly. I think
I heard Sol say something, but it had been so quiet I didn’t catch it. He talks
in his sleep? How cute!
I sat up slowly, looking down at the darkness that was his body. “Sol.”
He twitched and snorted, rolling his head just a little bit, “Hn?”
You told me not to touch you, were you serious? “What time
is it?”
He groaned and dropped his head back. “Dunno.. s’been so long..” he quietly cursed a few and started snoring…
I shook my head and slid back into the warmth of the bed. It’s strange, how
a man would share a bed with me without attempting to touch me in
any way.
Maybe he doesn’t swing my way?
Hah, who am I kidding, I’ve seen the look in his eyes. His fingers were
dying to touch my bra back there…
Why am I thinking like this? I thought this was supposed to be the moment I
curse the fortune that had gotten me here in the first place and decide to
abandon everything.
Oh God I don’t know what I would do after this… nothing ever makes sense
any more. Not me, not him, not us.
He says that he doesn’t care about me, but he doesn’t seem to mind having
me around. Although technically I’ve been lately around for one day, but that’s
not the point. Then he goes about telling me how much he doesn’t care about me
but keeps giving me things that would make me feel better, mentally and
physically.
Then there is us. I know my real name was indeed Serei
Luna and if I told him that we are ‘officially and lawfully’ married, for real,
he’d flip for sure. But why would I do that? He’s the only person on my side
right now, at least that’s what I think…
Then there is me. I don’t even know how to approach that. After I
killed Zato everything had been a complete blur. That
red clad Guitarist smacking me a good one with her guitar on the skull, and
then I was in an ally with thugs smirking down at me, and then there was Sol
carrying me over his shoulder.
Zato was dead, I’m sure of that, but then…
me... now that I had my life, what am I going to do with it?
Live a fairy tale life and find the one that loves me to live happily ever
after?
Hah, like that would happen. Just as Sol had clearly said to me, nobody
lives a fairy tale life… I glanced at him, he smelled of blood and tobacco. I
wonder how he learned that concept…could he also be… miserable?
I sat up slowly, attempting to get out of bed without waking him, but I
guess I couldn’t even leave a guy without embarrassing myself. I sat up from
where I met the floor face-first and heard his snicker. He rolled to his back
and started snoring again, more quietly this time. I just half-jumped to the
kitchen and got a cotton towel that was thrown on the sink and a cup of water.
I barely kept enough water in the cup while I made my way into the bedroom
again.
I sighed and held the cup up with my hair and dipped the cloth into the
cold water. There was little light streaming from the living room, It was
enough for me to locate the angry cut on his face. He suddenly stopped snoring
when the cloth touched his face, and his eyes gleamed in the dark.
“Be quiet.” I whispered, I can’t think with blood around.
He made a grunt but other than that he just kept quiet. I could feel his
blue gaze bouncing off my face as I worked on cleaning the dried blood.
“What do you like so much about those guys anyway, to me they are just
gloating…”
”Oh Millia, you know nothing about guys.”
”Hah, believe me, I’ve known more guys than I care to, they are
uninteresting creatures, always looking for their own fun.”
”I don’t mind! A little fun is okay! We’re short-life-beings anyway, might
as well make the best fun of it, Mil.”
I sighed and tried to fend off the memories, every time I came close to this
man something about my knowledge of men changes. He is too nice, too casual
with me, I just know he is plotting something, but for the life of me I can’t
put my finger on it.
I might as well just keep my distance. Or try to anyway.
“Give me that.” I almost didn’t hear him, but definitely snapped out of my
own little world when his hand covered mine, it was searing hot and much bigger
than mine. I let go of the cloth and let him wash the wound himself. He was
quiet, and said nothing to me for a long while. I just sat there on the floor.
“No dreams?”
I shook my head, and then spoke when I figured it was too dark for him to
see, “No, no dreams.”
“Pain?”
I looked up at him, what pain?
“You don’t feel pain anywhere?”
“No.” was I suppose to? “Why?”
He didn’t answer, but instead he put his feet on the floor and stood up,
stretching. “Whatever.” He scratched his head and yawned. “Damn, I’m taking a
shower.”
Aren’t we in winter? “Isn’t it cold?”
He murmured something and trudged to the bathroom. I was alone again.
I was aware of the shower running, I stood up and made my way into the
living room. The television was on, wonder why he left it on anyway, he seems
to not care about expenses.
Hah, I wish…
Sometimes I dream about having a rich guy falling for me, then I’d use him
up and leave him broke, evil I know. And sometimes I just want to have a normal
life, with normal people around.
Wonder which side of me awakens when Sol is around…
Suddenly my skin itched, I haven’t had a shower in two days, yeah that
must be it. But showers, I already want to have one badly. But how can I
ask Sol to help me with that?
He’d kill me if he saw my back anyway.
“Rage, where the hell did you put my head band?” he frowned at me from the
doorway of the bedroom, nothing on but a towel, water dripping down his
clenched chin.
“Excuse me?” suddenly my defenses went up, “It’s yours, not mine!”
“Che.” He turned and walked back in, turning the
lights on in the bedroom. “Its not here.”
I shook my head. “You were wearing it a few hours ago.”
“Well I’m not.” He growled.
I rested my head back, Why is he toying with me? He can just look for
it. “Look for it.”
After a short stretch of silence, the shower opened again and the sound of
the running water changed. He must have found it and gotten back… Or maybe he
doesn’t need it…
What’s up with the headband anyway?
Hey, Millia, what do you think? Something inside me questioned. Sol?
Are you kidding? He’s handsome and all, but not my type.
Okay he’s more than handsome, but he keeps hiding it under that
headband, I hope he
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#Sol:
Damn
Damn
Damn…
I can’t do anything without my ‘Rock you.’ I’d rather save myself the
trouble and
Yeah, can’t walk around
Any more.
Increasing body temperature to 67%
Water temperature decreasing.
I sighed and rolled my head down, thinking time.
I haven’t looked under the bed, it must have fallen there… damn. I so need
coffee.
The wet towel was crumpled on the tile floor. I can’t believe I walked out
looking like that. Just my luck, if she were some other woman she’d be knocking
on the bathroom door any minute now.
*knock knock*
Shitshitshit!!
I shoved the curtain away and lunged for the towel. “What the hell do you
want?” for my surprise, the door didn’t open.
“I found it under the bed.” It was rage, speaking behind the door.
Why was disappoint.exe launched then? “Just leave it near the door.” I
mentally groaned, what the hell, get in here woman!
Almost two hundred years of lonesome showers would do that to you.
Lonesome beds and rooms and TV dinners and lonesome nightmares.
I scratched my wet hair and got back under the water, I need to think
things straight.
I’ll help you.
No, Fredrick, you will only cause me trouble.
I can help, its simple, really.
What is?
You like her!
Just go back to sleep!
You like her, not just physically, admit it!
Screw you.
Come on, Sol. Denial isn’t going to solve anything.
I don’t need you to solve anything, I just want to think in silence. Damn
you.
Fine, I shall be quiet now and listen to you think.
Damn you.
I grabbed the soap angrily and cursed a few times when it slipped
repeatedly.
Rage. That woman is bad luck. Its not everyday I lose control of my system
this much.
Hell it’s not everyday I get married.
I don’t mind having her around, but he’s annoying, depressed. And her hair
is dangerous on its own.
The soap split in half. Damn, I need my headband.
The nightmares. That’s a completely other subject. I can’t keep sedating
her, even if it worked last night it shouldn’t work later. Its either I help
her lose the nightmares, which will be very troubling. Or I just smack her head
a good one and with some luck she’d lose memory of everything.
Which will be much easier.
I rolled my head back and let the water hit my face.
Damn, I’m getting soft. Letting her drink from my own mug, what’s
gotten into me? Do I miss company that much?
Why don’t you try pretending you care, for a day or two?
You said you’d shut up.
… My mistake.
Why don’t I pretend I care for her a day or two? It should do some good,
females like being treated nicely.
Which is not me.
Damn.
I turned the water off and stepped out, glaring at the wet towel crumpled
on the floor. I groaned and walked out, not giving a damn about the woman that
could walk in any minute. I almost tripped on the red object waiting for me in
front of the door, I picked it up and sauntered over to the box near the bed.
As I was searching it, I half wondered if the bra I found was Rage’s or
that other woman’s…
The one that forgot her clothes at the foot of the bed before waking
me up for a chat?
The one I kicked out for
Yeah, that one.
I threw the object on the bed and dug in. four mismatched socks, one glove
and a moth later, I got something comfortable on and went to the living room.
She was watching some cheesy thing on TV, I walked over to the box and
ripped it open, pulling out white pants and wrestling them on.
“You always walk around half naked?”
I fought a smirk. “Yah.”
I sat down next to her, drawn by the smell of coffee, she was holding my
mug in her hands. Now its either the fog is too hot on her cheeks or she’s
blushing.
Carelessly, I took the mug from her and took a healthy gulp.
It’s funny how we both keep referring to the mug mine when
clearly I was the one who bought it.
I sighed and sat up, still aware of the mug in my hand, I reached into a
bag and pulled out my lighter and packet. I sat the coffee down and lit the
cigarette.
“Get your own mug.” I reached to grab MY mug.
“You get your own!” she frowned.
I took a long drag and scowled at the screen. “Mine.”
“Well, it’s my coffee in there!”
“My coffee.” I shot a side glance at her.
“I made it.” Her hair prickled. oh crap.
“Fine, have it.” I stretched my arm and stopped when the mug was right
under her nose, coffee sloshed all over her chin but she didn’t move.
Awkward silence stretched, status in my head.
“I changed my mind,” she touched the dripping coffee on her chin. “You can
have it.”
“I knew you’d see it my way.” I emptied the rest of the hot liquid into
mouth and got up to put it in the sink.
Once in the kitchen I rubbed my forehead and put off the cigarette.
Damn, what’s gotten into me? I thought I’d treat her nicely for a change…
Well that went down the drain…
No kidding? Che, this isn’t working, I’ll just
take her to Jam’s.
No! Don’t take her away! Please Sol we need her!
We need nobody, we’ve been without anybody for two hundred years, this
one’s no different.
Are you serious?
Yeah, when wasn’t I?
…
See.
No, Sol, please, I know it’s this one! Something’s telling me it’s
definitely her!
Well, just shut that something.
Please!
No.
Just for one more day! Sol please pretty please!
No.
Just for tonight?
Sigh…
I lit another cigarette and strained to hear, she had probably left the
living room, it’s too quiet.
You just don’t get it, do you? It’s not that I don’t want to, it’s that I
can’t.
Sure you can!
If I could you think I’d stay single for twofrigginghundred
years!
…
You made me, Fredrick, you know me better than I do.
In that case, I … I believe you are… right. You can not communicate without
me.
And you know what happens when I try to communicate, don’t you?
Yes, I get turned off.
You know what happens when you are turned off, right?
You… You become nothing but a killing machine.
Right.
I spat away the remaining filter and lit another cigarette.
I don’t want to kill her, Fredrick. Or at least, you don’t want to.
I get your point, Sol.
So now you are depressed?
Aren’t I always?
I smirked and stubbed the cigarette, trying to ignore the depress.exe that
gushed into my bloodstream.
“Rage.” I walked out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. Where the hell
is she? “Rage.” Just then I realized that the shower was running.
What the hell!
I pushed the door open without a second thought and came face-to-face with
angry steel-blue eyes.
“Now what?”
I carefully watched her eyes -for the lack of a safer area to look at.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“Taking a shower.” She frowned. “Do I need permission?”
“I’m not doctoring you again.” I crossed my arms. What the hell is she
doing?
“You won’t.” She reached and pulled a towel in front of her. “Please leave,
you’re letting a draft in.”
Don’t you dare get that carefully-applied cast wet, you hear me, woman! “Che.” I turned and slammed the door behind me.
Fredrick are you listening! This is unbelievable! I ought to get in there
and beat her into a pulp!
It is commonly known that when a male physically harms a female, he is
disgraced.
Screw disgrace, she’s using my towel!
So?
It’s going to smell all girly when she’s done!
Would it?
Augh! You want that to happen?
I’m only human.
Geesh, no wonder you made me, you were nothing
but a
Ah, but a Human wimp at that!
Screw you.
I plopped on the sofa and glared at all the furniture that needs to be
arranged and all the boxes that needed to be sorted.
Argh… let her take care of it…
I closed my eyes and sighed. Quietly launching sleep.exe. She’d wake me
when she’s done.
Activating in 3 seconds.
Wait, what if she slips and falls?
What if an assassin jumps into the bathroom and kills her while I’m a
sleep?
What if…
Sleep.exe successfully launched.
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It was all white, the whole place was covered in fog… warm and damp. I
can feel… Strands of hair stuck to my brows and cheeks, I could feel the
beginnings of beard and mustache growing on my face. I touched my cheek and… I
can feel. I reached out and touched a foggy mirror, fingertips clearing
away and image of myself. I looked like hell, actually, I looked more dead than
alive. My eyes were void of emotion, none at all. A blurry shadow moved in the
foggy corner of the mirror and I whirled around, feeling the beat of my
heart in my chest and neck.
She looked up at me, her soft pink lips stretched in the smallest of
smiles. Some damp blonde hairs clung to her cheeks and I reached out carelessly
to tuck them behind her ear. She wrapped her arms around my neck then and I felt
the heat of her body closer to mine. There was barely anything to see in the
mist, just her presence.
“You grow facial hair.” She whispered in amusement.
“Nn.” Her fingers touched my cheek, before her
lips touched mine. I refused to be affected by her, I couldn’t understand why,
but there was just the simple resistance from my side. Her teeth grazed my lip
and was soon followed by the metallic taste of blood.
I felt alive.
I opened my eyes to look at her, and a painful feeling clutched my
chest. Her blonde hair
I looked down and saw her pretty blue dress splashed in blood. She was
begging me, wanting me to do something, but I couldn’t. My body refused to move
and then…
And then, there was silence.
The still, black void returned.
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I found myself up without even realizing I was awake. The familiar fabric
of my couch doing only a little to calm the rushing status in my head.
Decreasing Heart beat rate by 13%
Decreasing blood pressure by 20%
Increasing Adrenaline
Body requires nicotine by 70%
I sighed and shut my eyes, what the hell was that dream? Millia? Was I
dreaming of Millia or…
No, she died, they died.
Damn. It’s all your fault, Fredrick!
I closed my eyes and concentrated.
No Sol! Don’t turn me off, you know what would hap-
Sorry, I don’t need you tonight.
No Sol, don’t make a mistake!
Good night, Freddy.
Sol!
Turning off Humanoid Gear supporting system…
Feel.exe has been shut down successfully.
User Fredrick has been logged off successfully.
Please restart when updating Gear information finishes.
All air left my lungs and I was left breathless for exactly five
seconds.
Taking a gulp of fresh air, I sat up, feeling absolutely nothing. Not the
physical hair on my face, not the solid floor beneath my feet. I could feel
nothing.
I took a step forwards and glanced around, No Rage here.
Carelessly, I opened the bathroom door and was met with an angry female.
End of chapter twenty.
A/N: hi, sorry this chapter is boring, I’ve reviewed it a thousand times
and I still don’t like it…