Chapter six:

A/N: don’t own’em… thanks for all of those who had reviewed, and a big thank you for those who have asked me to not forget this, just let me tell you one thing. I didn’t forget this fic, and I’m having big fun writing it.

Now have fun!!

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#Millia

 

It was cold and hot and everything was swimming and I cant even remember where I am.

 

Someone please turn the lights on…

 

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#Sol

 

Her forehead was hot even after taking off the wet cloth. Damn, I hate it when people get feverish. She was shaking and sweating at the same time.

 

Hmm, let’s see, fever…

 

When in case of fever, keep body warm, cool face by dabbing with wet cloth, keep child with comfortable company and turn off all sounds. 

 

She’s not a child…

 

I dabbed her cheeks with the cool cloth and made myself comfortable next to her on the bed. This’ll take a while.

 

She’s got a pretty face…

 

Damn…

 

I pulled the covers to her chin and she squirmed, her eyes loosening into slits, blue shining through, glossy and pained.

“Sol?”

“Yeah.” I brushed back damp hair from her face. “I’ll take care of you, go to sleep.”

 

Without another word, she closed her eyes and sighed, almost already asleep.

I let loose a breath and folded the cool cloth over her forehead. I rested my head next to hers, and closed my eyes.

 

She would probably need a place to stay in, hell she’d probably stay here… I glanced at her. Not that I’d mind… I do need somebody else around here, sometimes its just too creepy to be all alone… Except for the times that Low falls in here by mistake. Point is, I probably need a feminine touch around, then again, she wont be walking around for a while…

 

Irritate.exe activated  

 

Damn… I need a cigarette…

 

I slid off the bed and stepped into the living room, I pulled my packet from under the pillow of my sugary-brown couch.

 

Wasn’t this couch white once upon a time?

 

Who cares…

 

In the kitchen, I lit the cigarette and opened the fridge. Empty again…

 

Damn…

 

Female

         

I sighed and slammed the old fridge closed, I grabbed a cold glass of water (the water in the faucet was anything but freezing) and headed towards the bedroom. The Russian woman was sitting upright in her- my bed.

 

“Bad dream?” I turned the bedside lamp on and put the glass down.

She looked at me like she was surprised to see me there, her eyes were glossy and misted. She nodded lightly and fell back, a heavy sigh on her lips.

The cloth cooled down as soon as I soaked it in the water. Millia hissed when I placed it on her forehead. “You will be okay.” I stated quietly. Why I was trying to make her feel better was beyond me, I guess old habits die hard…

 

”Daddy, I stubbed m-my toe!” Sniff.

“Aw… here, daddy will make it feel better!” kiss, “Better?”

“Aha” sniff, “Do you kiss other people’s toes when they are hurt, daddy?”

“No, the only patient who gets such intensive treatment is you, darling.” Smile.

“Yay!” grin.     

 

 

Damn, I deleted the damn files! Why the hell were they restoring themselves?

 

Delete: 00020029.mem

 

WARNING!

00020029.mem Is a system file, are you sure you want to delete it?

Yes

 

Deleting…

 

System must restart.

 

Sleep.exe will launch in 3 seconds.

 

Damn…

 

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I opened my eyes just a crack when I heard my name mentioned…

 

 

Was I dreaming?

 

“Sol!!”

I sat up, not really awake yet. “What?”

“Your cigarette is burning the pillow!”

Oh crap! I fell asleep with a smoke in my mouth!

I looked down at the blonde woman and then to the pillow, the ash had made a small burn, but did not put the whole thing on fire, luckily. “Damn.”

Millia sighed and rested back on the headboard, “Thank you.”

I dropped the white stick into the floor, and crushed it with my heel for more security, after all, I didn’t want to get the whole building burnt down…

 

Just like Jams…

 

“How’s your head?”

She nodded, “Better, but an aspirin wouldn’t hurt.”

I scoffed, “Tough luck.”

 

After a short pause she let loose a breath, “Can I sleep here?”

I shrugged a shoulder and pulled the blanket over my shoulder, I’ll be damned if I let her kick me out of my own bed. For my surprise she pulled the other tip of the heavy blanket and scooped over as far away from me as she could.

All the better.

“Good night, Sol.”

I shut off the lights.

 

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#Millia:

 

I woke up on the smell of heavy black coffee and soap. The sunlight filtering through the window hit my eyes like knives, and my head pounded like I had two gallons of alcohol the previous night. There was a dull ache in my arm, it made me feel like chopping it off, it was nothing I’ve never dealt with, though.

 

Bullet wounds, broken bones, head bumps, broken ribs, they were all a familiar in my records back at the guild. I still have the marks to prove it.

 

Sol walked in, whistling some unfamiliar tune and carrying a tray in one hand, while holding a towel around his waist with the other hand, funny thing is, his head band was slumped over his neck. He paused at the door way mid-whistle, frowned, put the tray down and went towards his cabinet, its door hiding him from my eyes. 

 

I never intended to watch him dress anyway. I looked at the two cups of black coffee –the aroma making my head spin- I knew one of them was mine, but I just had to ask. “Can I have some?”

“S’yours.” He garbled behind the door and I heard a couple belts snap closed.

“Thank you.”

Silently, he stepped closer in his usual red outfit, he sat over the edge of the bed and took a large sip of his coffee. He opened the drawer in the nightstand and pulled out a packet and a lighter.

 

I sipped some coffee and absently watched him light his cigarette as my mind took me everywhere but here, the smoke like lazy snakes crawling towards the ceiling.

“Jam called.” The white stick between his lips bobbed up and down as he spoke, “Said she’d start the rebuilding, don’t bother her.”

My heart lurched, “She said that?”

“Hnn…” he sipped more coffee and stood up, “Said she can’t host anyone now.”

I stifled a sigh. “Oh.”

 

I felt his gaze on my head and looked up to meet his steel-blue eyes, they were cold an emotionless. “You can’t stay here for free.”

I looked down at my reflection in the black liquid, tears of humiliation threatening to spill. “I can't pay you anything.”

“Sure you can.” He took another drag of his cigarette.

 

My cheeks burned in anger, he wants my body?

 

“I need somebody to occupy the place while I’m gone.” He put his cup down in the tray, empty. “Somebody to do some house work, can you do that?”

“You mean a maid?” I didn’t look up at him.

“No.” I looked up in surprise, “A roommate.” All I saw was his retreating back.

 

Was he too shy to ask me to stay?

 

A small smile passed over my lips. Sol, inside you there is a gentle, shy, loving man!     

 

“Get your Russian ass out of bed already,” he barked from his perch in front of the TV, “And fix it while your at it.”

 

Gentle, shy and loving just went out the window.

 

End of chapter six