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Post by Anya™ on Feb 19, 2006 0:11:24 GMT -5
Raoul stood, but instead of going to the bed where she indicated, he began to pace slowly. His right arm was draped across his chest, his left elbow propped on his hand and his finger running up and down the bridge of his nose in thought and memory. How he hated to drudge up the past. But it was always there, always haunting like a ghost who had unfinished business would do. He let out a sigh, stopped, and went over to the bed and sat down next to her. "Yeah, he hurt us a lot. He hurt us with things you never thought anyone would really use. Well, to me at least. He didn't use anything against her. Just his bare hands or he'd kick her when she went down. He wouldn't show either of us mercy, not for one second," he said, his face in his hands. His voice was dripping with hatred and anger, his tone low and menacing. It was painful to remember, to talk about, especially when he had seen him beat her several times without end, not heeding her cries for pity. "He hurt us real bad. If not physically, then he'd dig in emotionally. He always got to us, but I never showed him much satisfaction. Never. It was always around Christmas that it was the worst. He hated Christmas and I do, too."
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 19, 2006 0:41:23 GMT -5
Raoul moved closer to her, needing to feel her against him again. He wrapped his arms around her tight, his face pressed into the crook between her shoulder and neck. "Yeah... she's.. She's dead. And so is he. I didn't get the chance to kill him myself and dammit I wish I did. I wish I could rewind time and kill him myself. I had so many chances, so many damn chances to do it on my own. But the fear always had to be there. It always had to be there clawing at me, pushing me in the wrong direction. Then I was sent away for military training for a few years.... That was when he was killed. I didn't have a damn chance to avenge my mother," he muttered, holding back the tears and the anger stretched like a taut string. His shoulders even shook with the effort to hold the emotions down.
Suddenly, it dawned on him to what she had said. It broke through his battle, seemed like an angelic light to him. She loved him. "Rei, I..." he said slowly, turning her around in his arms so he was looking down at her. "I...." But he couldn't make himself say it. He felt it, wanted to confess it to her, but dammit he couldn't say it aloud. Not yet. He just wasn't used to loving anyone. Abruptly, he lowered his head to hers, kissing her tenderly yet hungrily, putting his words into it instead of speaking them. Hopefully she got the message.
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 19, 2006 1:14:29 GMT -5
His hands moved from hers, framed her face and made her look up at him. "Rei, I'm absolutely sure about my decisions. I don't regret what I do, no matter the consequences. When life hands you something... and you have that feeling that its right, that its there just for you, you don't pass it up, do you? Because I don't, and that's why I didn't let you go, Rei. There was something about you that made me be persistent in getting you. It's because you were made just for me. I would have preferred finding you in a different place at a different time, but I guess it's better than... well.. Better than you dying before I could find you," he murmured quietly. Raoul's thumb feathered over her jaw, moved higher to her lower lip. "Rei, you changed me in one night. You made me feel things that I was sure I had locked away. I was hoping that they never opened again, never had to be felt or used again, but suddenly I want to have those feelings. Except for the jealousy and everything, I want to feel these feelings every day. I'm not going to lose you to some disease, bébe. I'm going to hold on because you're the only thing in this world that I have left now. You're the only boundary between me and insanity."
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 19, 2006 2:25:14 GMT -5
Raoul held her tightly, his eyes closed. Pain was setting in, like always, when he thought about caring and love. When he thought of his parents and his past. Dammit, why couldn't it go away? That's all he had ever wanted. But he had found someone, had found Reiko. She seemed an angel in all this, even though her disease was slowly killing. "Rei, I was never going anywhere to begin with. Those test results won't matter after I make the people here cure you permanently. I know that they knew they can cure it. If they can make all this advanced technology, they can surely cure you. There's no doubt in my mind..."
"Mom! Mom, wake up! Please don't leave me!" he cried, clinging to his mother's shirt. She was laying on the ground, a dark red liquid surrounding her while his father just sat at his desk. Tears were running freely down his face, running off to hit the ground or soak into his mother's shirt. Raoul buried his face in his mother's back, his body shaking with the effort to stop crying. But he couldn't and felt like he never would. After what seemed like ages, he sat up, pushing himself to his feet, and turned toward his father. Raoul's head was down, his hair covering his eyes from view. But if his father had seen them at that point, he would have seen pure black orbs promising him death at that moment, that very second.
"Raoul, she brought it upon herself. She practically begged me to since you were nothing but an insolent child and she didn't have the guts to do it herself. I only did what I could for the woman I loved," he said, hands together and elbows propped in front of him on the desk. His father's blood-thirsty hazel eyes stared at him, a sort of crazed look in those orbs. Raoul gritted his teeth together, fists clenched tight. "Son, I'm serious. If she was alive, I'm sure she'd say the same thing."
It was then that Raoul snapped, the tiny fragile thread fraying and breaking in the middle. He flung himself forward and over the desk, fists aiming for his father's face. "You bastard! If she was alive, she wouldn't have to say that! You just did it because she was the one who was in the way! She was the one who kept doing what you didn't want her to do! It's all you!!!" he screamed, punching blindly and hoping for the best. Abruptly, he was caught by the neck and was flying in the air backward. Hitting his head on the wall, he slid to the ground, half unconscious. He could barely feel his father beating him with something, a sharp object he knew, and that his own blood was dripping down his arms, legs, and everywhere. But he couldn't feel the pain. Nor did he cry out or shed any tears.[/b][/i]
"Rei... I can't say much in words, but I want you to know there will never be another woman for me. You really are the barrier between me and insanity. If I lose you... well, everyone else won't be so well...." he murmured, holding her tight still. He feathered a kiss on the top of her head, sighed lightly. God, if he lost her, he'd go on a killing spree then kill himself. [/size]
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 19, 2006 3:11:58 GMT -5
Raoul let her go, worry like a knife in his gut. When he heard her coughing without a pause, he growled inwardly. Fangs exploded in anger as he made his way to the bathroom, not because of her, but because of the damn disease. He was abruptly behind her, arms wrapped loosely around her, just to comfort her and help. Dammit, he felt so useless and he hated feeling useless. "Rei, once you get some rest, I'm taking you to those doctors. You aren't going to refuse it and you are going to cooperate one hundred percent. I'm not going to be like this the rest of my life, watching you cough yourself to death," he muttered in a low voice, biting back his anger and powerlessness.
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 19, 2006 21:07:53 GMT -5
In fact, he did. Without hesitation, he scooped her up and began walking back into the room, setting her gently on the bed. "Get some rest tonight and we're going to those people in the morning. No matter what, I'll be there with you. I'm not going to leave you alone in something you don't trust or like. But I'm not going to let you go on living with this type of pain," he said quietly to her, pulling the covers up to her shoulders again. "I don't want to hear any complaints because that is exactly what you're going to do. No midnight visits to the bathroom or anything because even though you can be silent, I still have great hearing. I didn't join the DEA for nothing, baby. It kept me sane and away from everyone and it made me sharpen my skills considerably." After tucking her in, he sat down on the ground beside the bed, running his hands through his hair slightly.
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 19, 2006 22:56:38 GMT -5
Raoul sighed, letting her complain and whine for a few minutes more. He then rested his head back on the bed, looking at her. "If I was to get in that bed, I wouldn't be helping out very much. But as long as you don't try any tricks to purposely take advantage, I guess I can," he said with a small smirk. He climbed in the bed, taking the spot between her and the wall, and wrapped his arms around her waist, hugging her close to him. "And I could care less about the covers. You're enough warmth for me..."
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 21, 2006 17:39:31 GMT -5
Raoul grinned, feathering a kiss at the nape of her neck. "If I found out any man raped a woman, girl, or child, they'd be dead once I found them," he murmured. "And you better get some sleep tonight. We have a long day tomorrow, sweets. I'm not going to let you go with just a few flirty words and some enticement. Trust me, I know many tricks in the book." He tightened his arms around her in a small hug, a grin forming slowly on his face before he closed his eyes. Raoul was more tired than anything, more tired than he had ever been. Maybe it was just too much excitement for him in one day.
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 21, 2006 18:14:13 GMT -5
Raoul woke slowly, pushing away the foggy sensation of drowzyness after sleeping for hours straight without a chance to wake up. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open, realizing what time of day it was. It was day, he knew. The 'sun' was up and 'shining.' But then he also realized the warmth beside him, the figure of a woman. And his hand splayed so casually across her stomach. What the hell?! I never let women stay the night after business, he thought, getting ready to push away. Then the memories flooded back to him, about what happened the other night. How he had gotten so close to one woman in particular and nearly spilled every detail of his life to her. His dark orbs drifted down to look at her.
Without a second thought, his hand had moved up to her face, framing the left side. His thumb feathered over her jaw lightly and a funny little feeling kicked into his stomach. Raoul let the tension go, nuzzling his face into her neck. "Baby, its time to get up..." he murmered eventually, though he didn't want it to end. Just the feel of her being beside him fought away the demons, kept them at bay, but they were still waiting there, teeth exposed along with the flashing silver eyes of the panther. "We have to help you live..."
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 21, 2006 18:35:29 GMT -5
Raoul grinned, moving quickly away from her body. His eyes had flashed a molten silver, his grin a challenge. As soon as he rolled silently off the top of the bed, a paw stepped languidly on the sheets, then another. A large black head then appeared over the edge, silver eyes shining and intent on Reiko. Abruptly, he leaped, landing right in front of her stomach on the bad. A purr rose from his throat, the tip of his tail flickering left to right slowly. Raoul nudged his head against her arm, his shoulder lowering to the bed as he did until he was laying flatly on his left side. His silver feline eyes looked up at her, his mouth open to allow the soft purr be heard more.
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 21, 2006 19:08:06 GMT -5
Raoul dived into the covers after her, lithe body tangling into the blankets and sheets. His cold nose found her hand and he followed it from here, eventually finding her neck and face. Instantly, he shifted into human form right on top of her, throwing the covers back so he had a better look at her face. "You know... playing with a mad man can be very dangerous, love," he said, a mischivous grin on his face. Raoul then lowered his head and kissed her gently, his hands on her arms just because he had to touch her. How could he not?
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 21, 2006 19:35:53 GMT -5
Raoul followed after her, a lazy grin still plastered on his face. His arms snaked around her, his brows arched at her comment. "This? Every morning? Sounds more like a dream than the torture you try to put it out to be," he said in a low teasing voice. He nuzzled his face into her neck again, loving the smell of her. Maybe the doctor thing can wait until later.... he thought absently, the thought of just them spending the day alone together. His mind snarled at him, breaking him from a trance. What the hell am I saying? She needs to be helped...
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 21, 2006 19:55:23 GMT -5
Raoul just stared at her, his eyes moving over her face. "Rei, you..." he finally stuttered, but drifted off and sighed. "You need to get better. If I let you off now, you'll probably keep taking advantage and you're never going to be cured. You will eventually die, Rei. Do you seriously want to die that badly?" As much as the words may hurt, it cut deep into him and he immediately wished he could take the words back. But he truly didn't want her to die, to disappear when she had finally arrived. Reiko was the woman that he needed, that was especially for him to keep him sane and everything that his father didn't want him to be.
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 21, 2006 21:08:42 GMT -5
When she left and closed the door to the bathroom, it felt as if she had personally kicked him in the gut. He gritted his teeth and put his head in his hands, closing his eyes as if that could suppress his self anger. But it didn't. Dammit, Raoul. Why do you always have to make the damn woman sad? Why not just do something she wants for a change? All she wants to do is to have a nice life... he thought, his hands closing into fists in his hair. But she won't have much of a life if she dies. Dammit, if I just let her do what she wants, she won't last long in my life and I'll end up killing everyone. I'll destroy half the damn populace because she's the only one that understands me...
"Fuck!" he snapped, abruptly standing and grabbing his guitar. He threw it across the room as hard as he could, watching it splinter into pieces and strings snap to the sides and heard the odd sound that happens when strings break. Before several of the pieces could touch the floor, though, he was already in panther form and tearing the bed to shreds, feathers flying everywhere and strands of the sheets and blankets flying in several directions. It wasn't new to him, having to fix his room immaculately. It wasn't the first guitar he had broken. But in his rage, never had he touched a single lyric paper.
In a matter of seconds, Raoul was sitting on the ground in human form, back propped against the bed and his head in his hands. Oh how he hated his father. He was the reason why he was so fucked up, why he couldn't do anything right. Nothing, except violence. It was the only thing that he was capable of, the only thing that ran in his blood. Soon, Raoul's shallow breathing became calm and he rested his head back against the tattered bed, his eyes a pitch black that showed his self anger. She probably hates me now for saying that. She probably doesn't like the fact that she could die and I just brought it all up again. Damn me...
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Post by Anya™ on Feb 22, 2006 10:16:18 GMT -5
Raoul grinned, though it was void of emotion. But he still had that fuzzy feeling in his stomach every time she was near. "Maybe my ancestors need to get dizzy once in a while and get some sense knocked into them..." he muttered, not really in a right state of mind. For one, he was trying not to dash out of the room and go killing random people in his anger. Two, he was holding himself back from feelings that he didn't exactly want. "Rei, you didn't do a thing. It was my fault. I did it on purpose. You didn't make me this way, don't ever think that. You know as well as I do it was my old man that did this..." He spoke quietly, a little eerie, maybe. It was always you, old man. It was always you that made me like this, wanting to murder people just for the hell of it. Its because I can't reach you. You're dead and I can't avenge mom. I'd torture you worse than you ever did to me. A lot worse...
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