Fan Fiction ❯ Red Crow ❯ Chapter 7

 

*Wet grass, warm sun, a child's laughter; who? Breezes blow through blossoming trees above her as the kind smiling face of a women comes into view. A light giggle floats through the air. A questioning feeling comes forth. Who? The face moves away and the scene changes. It's dark now, no; wait. Eyes adjusting to the faint light of the moon coming from a window, something is wrong. The door opens the frame of a woman falls; fear. Hidden under the bed as the woman is dragged away, a face is shadowed by dark. The light moves slowly across the face. A scar!*

 

Atsumi sat up quickly, her whole body shaking. She looked toward the window; it was dark out, where am I? Nightmare forgotten she moved slowly from the bed, making her way towards the door. Someone had clothed her in a rather large shirt and shorts that hung past her knees. The room held a faint odor it was familiar to her, then not. She opened the door slowly and peered through. A warm fire had been burning in the fireplace; it was nothing but glowing coals now, the musky smell hung in the air. Someone slept on the couch, snoring lightly. The kitchen sat off to her left with the contents of a first aid box littering the floor and table. She could smell the light trace of blood, some of it hers, some of it was his. It was him, the one at the beach, she realized. It had been his room she had awoken in. Why did he bring me here? She wondered, working her way over to the sofa that was currently occupied by the boy, no a man.

 

She bent down slowly now face to face with the sleeping male. Moving in closer she was only inches from his face, his dark curly hair hung loosely in his face. She took a deep breath; memorizing his sent to be sure she could find him again, if she should ever need to. *Click* Atsumi froze instantly; her face from clam to angry. He opened his eyes taking in the sight of his savior with his gun to her head.

 

He watched her carefully as he sat up, her eyes glared up at him. For a second they bled black before returning again to bright blue. He sighed and studied her, she did not look anything like fragile now, despite the fact that she looked damn adorable in his shirt; or so he thought.

 

“I'm going to remove my weapon. I don't want either one of us getting hurt, but you will if you do that again.” He waited for her response.

 

“If anyone was going to get hurt I can guarantee it wouldn't be me. Besides, if I wanted you dead I would have killed you long ago.” This was her seething answer.

 

“I didn't say anything about anyone killing the other.”

 

She looked at him skeptically, “I wouldn't waste my time injuring you, and it would be much more efficient to just kill you. Don't worry, you could be of use. If I find otherwise you won't have to worry about it anymore.” They both sat in heavy silence until she spoke again. “Are you going to move that or do you enjoy pointing guns at people's heads?”

 

*Yay, Another chapter done. Loads of work to do these days; finals are coming up. I felt that urge to write though, and you can't just pass those up.