No Way Out(A HTTYD Love Story Part 26)

Tired scarlet eyes fluttered open to meet concerned, sea blue ones.

Carstella gave a sad smile to him as the blond rung out a cloth and put it on her burning forehead with a kiss on her nose.

“I’m sorry, Tuff.” She said weakly.

The man just smiled sadly at her, “It’s okay, Stell. Just please, don’t do it again. I can’t take losing you. Not again, please.”

“I know.” She smiled, extracting a hand from under her blanket to find his and grab it tightly, “I’m really sorry.”

Tuff smiled, leaning down to kiss her nose again.

“I think now’s a good time to talk.” He said after a moment.

Carstella nodded sheepishly. She knew this was coming, but at the same time felt very awkward about it as it could have easily been avoided.

“How long have I been asleep?” She asked, swallowing thickly.

“Little over twelve hours.” Tuff shrugged and help her sit up slightly before handing her a glass of water.

Carstella drained the contents of it before handing back to him. Tuff placed it back on the bedside table before laying the girl back down and readjusting the cold cloth on her forehead.

“I called Bucket and Mulch.” He started, not looking her in the eye, “Told them what happened. They said they’d talk to what’s his name about it and you won’t have to worry about handing in that report or whatever you need to get done.”

Carstella nodded, holding his hand tightly.

“I talked to Stoik and the others as well.” He coughed, “Told them all what happened and I guess the council had a meeting. Ruff and Fishlegs are going to take over the tourism.”

“But-” Carstella began, only to stop herself after a moment seeing as she couldn’t say anything about it.

“Fishlegs wanted out of teaching anyway. Ruff’s a great secretary so the work load’ll be easier on them.”

Carstella nodded, it made sense.

She waited for Tuff to continue, but he didn’t. He just sat there, holding her hand in his tightly.

“Tuff?” She asked gingerly, “There something wrong?”

The blond finally looked at the girl, his blue eyes misty and red rimmed.

“Tuff?”

He had been crying, she knew. But why?

“The doctor gave you the once over.” He began, “He said you were pregnant.”

Fear and ice seized the girl’s body.

“Did he say for how long?” She asked.

The blond shook his head, “Just your first trimester. And that the odds of it surviving right now are very slim because of the poor condition you’ve been keeping yourself in.”

Carstella shook her head as her throat began to tighten.

“I am so sorry, Tuff.” She said, “I shouldn’t have done this to you. To us. I am so sorry. It will never happen again. It should not have happened this time, but it did, and I am very sorry.”

Tuff took a shaky breath as he lifted her hand up and placed a chaste kiss on her knuckles.

“It’s okay, Stell.”

“No it’s not.” She sniffed, “I shouldn’t ever have put either of us through this. You deserve so much better than me, damn it.”

“I chose to love you everyday, Stell.” Tuff said, gripping her hand tighter, “I chose to be with you. And I chose to take everything that comes with it. I just want you to promise me you won’t ever do something like that again. You need to take care of yourself too you know.”

Silent tears slid out of her crimson eyes as she nodded.

“Promise.” Tuff reiterated.

“I promise.”

 

 

Advertisements

No Way Out(A HTTYD Love Story Part 25)

Carstella groaned and rubbed her eyes furiously to rid them of any sleep that dared to impede her scarlet orbs from doing their job.

She glanced at the clock siting on her desk with a yawn and flinched seeing that it was almost 7 in the morning. Last time she had checked the thing, it had hardly been past 2.

The dark haired girl let out a whine as she looked back at the half written report for the government she needed to get in. She desperately wanted it to get done as soon as possible, as that would be the last thing she needed to do for that for the week.

She sighed and stretched out in her chair for a moment before picking herself up and stumbling out of her office and into the kitchen to make another pot of coffee.

Carstella yawned again and rubbed her eyes as she waited for the liquid to brew. She hadn’t gotten any sleep over the past couple of days.

She had mountains of research into the tourism industry, submitted reports to Stoik about what was done, had to be done, and further ideas to make things run smoother. She had estimated and explained various results of encrypted letters and had even found time enough to make a key for them to make life a little easier. She had identified previously unknown drug, sex, and weapon traffickers, and had busted a shipment of illegal substances.

Despite doing all this good, however, the girl felt like absolute garbage.

She leaned against the counter to keep herself upright. Her head started to pound and she grew slightly dizzy.

You finish that report, and then get some sleep. She told herself.

You can’t. She argued, Bjorn isn’t going to be in today until 3. You have to make it until then.

Carstella opened her eyes and saw that the coffee was done. Resolving herself to sleep once Bjorn was in, come hell or high water, she took a step towards the coffee pot to fill up her mug that sat on the counter next to it.

She never made it there, unfortunately.

Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the edge of the counter, bent double over the sink emptying her stomach into the stainless steel bowl.

She choked and coughed as she did, trying desperately to keep it down.

The yellow, brownish substance quickly became red as her mouth filled with a copper flavour. Her mind swam and her vision blurred. The red eyed girl fought to keep herself upright, putting all her weight on the counter as needed.

I’m still not recovered, am I? She asked herself as she turned the tap on to clean out the sink.

The attempted execution still had more than a few lingering effects on her, despite her best efforts to keep them hidden.

Carstella felt her hair get lifted back from her face and a gentle hand begin to rub lightly on her back.

“Are you okay, Stell?” Tuff whispered to the girl, worry and concern were all too apparent in his voice.

She opened her mouth to reply but stopped.

You just threw up blood. She reasoned, you can’t see straight, and I wouldn’t trust your legs right now if your life depended on it. If you tell him that you are alright, I’m smacking you.

“No.” Carstella choked out as she spat to remove the taste from her mouth, “No, I’m really not.”

Teddy Bear(A Hisagi Shuuhei Love Story Part 12)

A sickening crack followed by a blood curdling scream echoed out through the training grounds. Sobs followed close behind it.

“I know it was you, just admit to it.” Shiai growled to the blubbering girl on the ground.

“I didn’t do anything!” Suki screamed, “Why are you hurting me!?”

“Then who was it?” The pale girl snarled.

“I don’t know! Go ask Aiko!”

“I did. She said it was your idea. Now tell me why.” Shiai demanded.

Suki sobbed for a few moments, ignoring the question. Shiai, nearing the end of her ropes, sighed.

“Alright, we’ll play your game again. Give me your other arm.”

“No!” Suki cried.

“Then why? Tell me.”

“Shuuhei’s a great guy.” The dark haired girl began between sobs, “He’s amazing. And he ignored equally amazing women for your sickly, tomboy, ass. You could never satisfy him the way he deserves! He deserves better, Shiai! And you know it!”

“Maybe he does.” The red eyed girl began coldly, “But he chose me. And I’ll do my damnedest to make sure he’s happy, because that’s what he does for me.”

“You aren’t gonna get away with this.” Suki continued to sob, “You’ll face repercussions for what you’ve done to me!”

“Maybe so.” Shiai shrugged, “But maybe next time you’ll think twice about messing with me. You clearly didn’t get the message the first time around.”

“And daddy’s gonna save you this time?” She spat.

Shiai shrugged again, “I couldn’t care less if he does, that’s his business. What I care about is you stop making drama. I don’t care if you wanna hang out with Shuuhei, he’s allowed to have friends. Just know that he’s off the market and not interested in you. Stealing isn’t nice. And for the record, I’m taking you to the fourth squad barracks. No sense leaving you out here to suffer more than you already have.”

“Don’t touch me!” Suki screamed and started flailing around as best she could to keep Shiai away from her.

The pale girl sighed, “Hard way again it is. Hainawa.”


I sat on top of the 9th squad barracks, quietly strumming a melody on my guitar. I had gotten a lot better at it. Not quite enough to want to share my music with anyone, but enough so that I was confident enough to not hide away in the living world as I practice.

“Sweet dreams are made of these, who am I to disagree.” The soft sound of someone singing along with the melody came from behind me. I turned, embarrassed, to see who it was. I relaxed slightly as I saw the familiar red eyes and glowing, pale skin.

“Why’d you stop?” She asked as she walked up next to me.

“I’m not used to playing in front of people.” I admitted.

“Fair enough.” She shrugged, “May I sit?”

I nodded and motioned her next to me. She took it gracefully, pulling her knees up to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.

“So,” She started awkwardly. I knew she wasn’t sure how to start or continue the conversation, and, being honest, neither did I. But I thought saying something might help.

“So, I saw Suki was in the recovery ward, along with Aiko. You tie up the loose ends you wanted to?” Well that was ridiculous, I thought. Of course she tied them up, why else would they be there.

“Yeah,” She admitted sheepishly, “I think I might have gone a little too far. I broke Suki’s arm, and Aiko, from what Unahana-taicho told me, has a lot of internal bleeding. I almost feel bad, like I shouldn’t have, but I honestly don’t regret it. Horrible as that is.”

“You’re just protecting your territory.” I offered.

She looked at me with serious eyes, “You don’t belong to me, Shuuhei. You’re allowed to go out, and have friends, and talk to people. I don’t want to make you feel like you can’t do that because of me, and I don’t want others to think you can’t because of me.”

I shrugged, “People’ll talk and spread rumors regardless of what we do, Red. The people who really know us will know the truth. Does that mean you’re not mad at me anymore?”

Smooth Shuuhei, real smooth.

She giggled slightly.

Worth it.

“I’m not mad anymore.” She said, her eyes alight and smile genuine. My heart soared hearing that. It had difficult to function knowing she wasn’t happy.

“I shouldn’t even have been before. And I’m sorry. Just,” She paused and shrugged, “Shit happens. It’s no excuse, but, I’m sorry.”

I shook my head, “You have no reason to be sorry, Shiai. I’m sorry I put you through that. I know you’ve been hurt before, and, I hurt you again.”

It was her turn to shake her head, “You didn’t hurt me, Shuuhei. You never could. It’s just, I’ve bottles things up since I was a kid. I had no clue how to let them out. And now it seems that it comes out when I don’t want it to, and it directs itself at you.”

“Maybe because you know I can take it?” I shrugged.

She shrugged too, “Can I tell you something really personal?”

The look in her eyes almost killed me. I had always seen a lot of emotion behind them, but never the vulnerability she showed me right then. She never looked like a scared little child in front of me before.

I nodded, not trusting my voice. It took everything in me not to toss my guitar to the side and pull her into a tight hug.

She hesitated for a moment and licked her lips before speaking, “When, I said I was hurt before. I wasn’t talking about a previous boyfriend. You’re actually my first.” She paused again and swallowed, “What I was talking about was, when I was about ten, or so. I-uh, I was walking home from school. This man, picked me up out of no where, brought me to this abandoned wear house, or something. And he, um, he.”

She stopped, her mouth twitching like she couldn’t find words that correctly described what had actually occurred. Her eyes, for the first time since I knew her, were glassy. She took a deep breath to try to steady herself before she continued.

“He hurt you.” I finished for her placing a hand on her shoulder. She just nodded, not wanting to look me in the eye.

“He-”

“You don’t need to tell me anymore, Shi.” I told her, setting my guitar aside so I could pull her into a hug and stop the tears before they came, “You were trying and that’s what matters. You trust me enough to share those scars with me. It’s difficult, and if it hurts too much to remember then don’t. You’re here now, with me. We’ll make good memories that’ll eclipse the bad ones. You’re with me, and I love you. You don’t have to say anymore.”

She didn’t. She buried her face in my shoulder and held tightly onto me for a long time. It was only after about a minute or so did I realize my shoulder was wet, and she was crying.

She always had to be something else, something tough and capable. She never got the chance, or even the option, to be sweet and innocent. Something in my heart twanged at the thought, but it was soon replaced by burning rage at the thought of what some human did to her. I had the funniest of feelings she wasn’t going to say hurt, beat, or attacked me. But something far more heinous.

“You’re okay, Shiai.” I cooed and rubbed her head, “I have you. I won’t let anything happen to you.”