[Playing with Fire] Chapter 4
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I pushed him away, which wasn't much since I didn't really have the strength. It was more so him moving away from me as I turned to start walking towards my apartment. I wanted to get inside, quickly take my pills and get some sleep. It figures though that Pyro would follow me.
"Ne~~~ Did you hear me?" He smirked as he walked beside me, "You're not scared of me are you?"
I quickly turned to him and looked him dead in the eye, challenge accepted, "Hell no I'm not!" I really am.
He put his hands up and shrugged, "I'm completely harmless."
But we were interrupted as my old cranky landlady turned the corner and started complaining about the noise so late in the night. But before I could say anything Pyro quickly wrapped an arm around me, grabbing my damaged arm causing me to wince in pain. I had no way to break free.
He whispered, "Why don't we head inside your place, ne?" He cleared his throat to speak up louder, "I'm sorry for all the noise! We were just now headed inside!"
She gave a judgemental stare, a boy entering a girl's apartment so late at night, Scandal! "Well, just keep it quiet! You two aren't the only people living here you know!"
He winked, "Hai~"
He still had me by my arm, it hurt like hell, so I quickly led him to my door. I unlocked it and we headed inside. It was only then that he let me go. I let out a gasp from the tense pain that was slowly numbing out. I tossed my backpack on the counter to dig out my medicine, got a glass of tap water and quickly took the two white pills. Now was the problem of him.
I was scared, but I tried to sound confident, "Will you please leave. You're not welcome here." I looked down at my arm, "Damn this really hurts."
He looked down at his hand and noticed some blood, "I think you're bleeding..."
"Well who's fault is that?!"
He took off his shoes and walked around to look at my arm, which naturally made me cave my shoulders in to try and get as far away from him as I could, "You're stitches...my bad...let me fix that for you."
"Don't touch me!" I smacked away his hand and quickly walked around him to press myself up against the wall.
"Look, either you're going to try and fix this yourself and make a mess, or I can help you and it'll be done in minutes."
Can I trust him? This doesn't seem like the same guy who's obsessed with bomb making and explosives. Though he has a point, I won't be able to do the stitches myself, and I already racked up a debt with the hospital for being there for several days. I couldn't afford to go back to them. I nodded in agreement. He smiled which sent a shock through my body, it was the same as Gum's smile. I wobbled in place causing him to quickly reach out to steady me. We locked eye contact; this was getting me so confused. He stepped back to take off his leather jacket so he could have more freedom of movement. He was wearing a gun holster with a gun tucked away under his left arm. I got nervous. Why would he have a gun?
He looked around my apartment to see what I had to use to fix the stitching, "You have nothing here, do you?"
It's true what he said. I had a pretty decent sized apartment, yet nothing was in it. Just my bed, a small table, a TV and a small TV stand, and lastly all my clothes, which were put away in my closet. I've never had any hobbies besides practicing my martial arts, but that doesn't require anything. I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at the emptiness that was my apartment. I couldn't help but feel my apartment was empty because I was.
I quickly put up my defences, "So what? We don't all have to have hobbies!"
He laughed while I didn't share in his laughter. "Well with some alcohol, a rag, and a needle and thread I can work wonders."
I thought about it a second, "I have those things."
I looked again at the gun, on instinct I thought of an escape plan, maybe a way to use my small table for defense if he used those that gun on me. But he seemed to be reading my thoughts.
"I told you, I'm harmless."
"Tell that to the families of all those people you killed." It came out colder than I thought it would. I felt like I should apologize, he was helping fix my sitches after all.
He leaned back on the counter in the kitchen, "Oh right, you seem to know everything about me now."
I walked around gathering the things he listed. I put them down on the small table and sat down on the ground.
"I don't know..." I was beginning to regret letting him stay to help me.
He walked over to me and sat down next to me, too close for my comfort, "What to hear about it?"
"No."
"It's a good story~" he said with excitement in his voice; it sent shivers down my spine.
He stared at me for a long time like he was examining me, going through a check list. I felt like he was looking right through me.
"So, are you gonna fix me up or not?"
"Miss Hostage, are you always this charming?" He started working on my wound, then mumbled, "...don't see what he saw in you."
"What?" But he didn't respond. I turned my head away from him, "Hmph, wouldn't you like to know."
"That's why I asked idiot."
I quickly turned to glare at him. "I've always hated men, they're useless. So I naturally have a short fuse with them. It's just a defense thing so I won't get hurt." Wait, why am I saying all this?
"Sure, fuck everyone else. You are who you are."
I didn't say anything. No words were forming in my head. Was it because he was so blunt about it? We just sat in silence as he worked on my arm. Why was he being so nice to me? I can't trust him! He's just using me for something I know it.
"Are you done yet?"
"Done," he said as he chewed his gum with his mouth slightly opened. He looked at his work and nodded in approvement.
I looked at it and it looked good to me too. I turned my head away, "Will you please leave now."
"You don't want me to sleep over?"
I quickly turned around to look at him, "WHAT!?"
"No?" It almost sounded like he was pouting.
"Get the hell out!"
"Mm, maybe next time," he smiled.
"Aren't you done here..." He was exhausting to talk to.
"Nope not yet." He sat up and now had a more serious tone, "Look, when we saved you and I kneeled down in front of you, you called me Gum. You looked truly happy... I want to know why."
That's strange, of all the things..."It's none of your business."
"Hmm, I think it is Miss Hostage, you see... If it wasn't for me, you would be dead right now." He licked his lips, "So I think I'm owed that."
"Can't I just... sleep now," I asked, not particularly talking to him. My eyelids were heavy.
His phone started ringing. He moaned impatiently from being interrupted and started chewing his gum harder. He quickly answered it and then quickly hung up.
"Well you lucked out. I've got criminals to hunt."
I was curious to know why he would be doing that in the middle of the night, but I didn't press for information. The sooner he'd leave the better.
"I'll come back later to hear your answer." He got up and I followed suit.
"No please don't."
"But Miss Hostage is so interesting, I can't help but be attracted to you." He gave me a devilish smile as he slipped on his leather jacket.
My heart fluttered, "Would you please stop calling me that!?"
"Ai-chan then?" He slipped on his boots and opened the door.
"How did you-"
"Curious, ne~? Later." He closed the door leaving me flustered and irritated.
I turned off the light, stripped my clothes off and slipped into bed. I wanted to forget everything. Why couldn't I have just left work instead of going to the bathroom that day? I pulled the blankets over my head and drifted off into sleep.
Why does he want to know me so bad? And know about what happened between me and Gum? I don't understand it. What could he gain from knowing any of it? I tried thinking of ways he could try and use that information against me, but nothing reasonable came to mind. Maybe he really was just curious? And he seemed sane to me... He helped me fix my stitches. I was begining to think that Gum had it all wrong.
I tried steadying my breathing, slowly drifting off into sleep, "Maybe he's... not such ... a bad... guy..."
My dreams were filled with Gum that night...
On second thought, maybe it was Pyro...
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WOO a Pyro chapter! Did you like it? He's all mysterious~~~~~ what's he thinking? Till next time!
PS. A towel get's wet as it dries! lol
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Chapter Four
I pushed him away, which wasn't much since I didn't really have the strength. It was more so him moving away from me as I turned to start walking towards my apartment. I wanted to get inside, quickly take my pills and get some sleep. It figures though that Pyro would follow me.
"Ne~~~ Did you hear me?" He smirked as he walked beside me, "You're not scared of me are you?"
I quickly turned to him and looked him dead in the eye, challenge accepted, "Hell no I'm not!" I really am.
He put his hands up and shrugged, "I'm completely harmless."
But we were interrupted as my old cranky landlady turned the corner and started complaining about the noise so late in the night. But before I could say anything Pyro quickly wrapped an arm around me, grabbing my damaged arm causing me to wince in pain. I had no way to break free.
He whispered, "Why don't we head inside your place, ne?" He cleared his throat to speak up louder, "I'm sorry for all the noise! We were just now headed inside!"
She gave a judgemental stare, a boy entering a girl's apartment so late at night, Scandal! "Well, just keep it quiet! You two aren't the only people living here you know!"
He winked, "Hai~"
He still had me by my arm, it hurt like hell, so I quickly led him to my door. I unlocked it and we headed inside. It was only then that he let me go. I let out a gasp from the tense pain that was slowly numbing out. I tossed my backpack on the counter to dig out my medicine, got a glass of tap water and quickly took the two white pills. Now was the problem of him.
I was scared, but I tried to sound confident, "Will you please leave. You're not welcome here." I looked down at my arm, "Damn this really hurts."
He looked down at his hand and noticed some blood, "I think you're bleeding..."
"Well who's fault is that?!"
He took off his shoes and walked around to look at my arm, which naturally made me cave my shoulders in to try and get as far away from him as I could, "You're stitches...my bad...let me fix that for you."
"Don't touch me!" I smacked away his hand and quickly walked around him to press myself up against the wall.
"Look, either you're going to try and fix this yourself and make a mess, or I can help you and it'll be done in minutes."
Can I trust him? This doesn't seem like the same guy who's obsessed with bomb making and explosives. Though he has a point, I won't be able to do the stitches myself, and I already racked up a debt with the hospital for being there for several days. I couldn't afford to go back to them. I nodded in agreement. He smiled which sent a shock through my body, it was the same as Gum's smile. I wobbled in place causing him to quickly reach out to steady me. We locked eye contact; this was getting me so confused. He stepped back to take off his leather jacket so he could have more freedom of movement. He was wearing a gun holster with a gun tucked away under his left arm. I got nervous. Why would he have a gun?
He looked around my apartment to see what I had to use to fix the stitching, "You have nothing here, do you?"
It's true what he said. I had a pretty decent sized apartment, yet nothing was in it. Just my bed, a small table, a TV and a small TV stand, and lastly all my clothes, which were put away in my closet. I've never had any hobbies besides practicing my martial arts, but that doesn't require anything. I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at the emptiness that was my apartment. I couldn't help but feel my apartment was empty because I was.
I quickly put up my defences, "So what? We don't all have to have hobbies!"
He laughed while I didn't share in his laughter. "Well with some alcohol, a rag, and a needle and thread I can work wonders."
I thought about it a second, "I have those things."
I looked again at the gun, on instinct I thought of an escape plan, maybe a way to use my small table for defense if he used those that gun on me. But he seemed to be reading my thoughts.
"I told you, I'm harmless."
"Tell that to the families of all those people you killed." It came out colder than I thought it would. I felt like I should apologize, he was helping fix my sitches after all.
He leaned back on the counter in the kitchen, "Oh right, you seem to know everything about me now."
I walked around gathering the things he listed. I put them down on the small table and sat down on the ground.
"I don't know..." I was beginning to regret letting him stay to help me.
He walked over to me and sat down next to me, too close for my comfort, "What to hear about it?"
"No."
"It's a good story~" he said with excitement in his voice; it sent shivers down my spine.
He stared at me for a long time like he was examining me, going through a check list. I felt like he was looking right through me.
"So, are you gonna fix me up or not?"
"Miss Hostage, are you always this charming?" He started working on my wound, then mumbled, "...don't see what he saw in you."
"What?" But he didn't respond. I turned my head away from him, "Hmph, wouldn't you like to know."
"That's why I asked idiot."
I quickly turned to glare at him. "I've always hated men, they're useless. So I naturally have a short fuse with them. It's just a defense thing so I won't get hurt." Wait, why am I saying all this?
"Sure, fuck everyone else. You are who you are."
I didn't say anything. No words were forming in my head. Was it because he was so blunt about it? We just sat in silence as he worked on my arm. Why was he being so nice to me? I can't trust him! He's just using me for something I know it.
"Are you done yet?"
"Done," he said as he chewed his gum with his mouth slightly opened. He looked at his work and nodded in approvement.
I looked at it and it looked good to me too. I turned my head away, "Will you please leave now."
"You don't want me to sleep over?"
I quickly turned around to look at him, "WHAT!?"
"No?" It almost sounded like he was pouting.
"Get the hell out!"
"Mm, maybe next time," he smiled.
"Aren't you done here..." He was exhausting to talk to.
"Nope not yet." He sat up and now had a more serious tone, "Look, when we saved you and I kneeled down in front of you, you called me Gum. You looked truly happy... I want to know why."
That's strange, of all the things..."It's none of your business."
"Hmm, I think it is Miss Hostage, you see... If it wasn't for me, you would be dead right now." He licked his lips, "So I think I'm owed that."
"Can't I just... sleep now," I asked, not particularly talking to him. My eyelids were heavy.
His phone started ringing. He moaned impatiently from being interrupted and started chewing his gum harder. He quickly answered it and then quickly hung up.
"Well you lucked out. I've got criminals to hunt."
I was curious to know why he would be doing that in the middle of the night, but I didn't press for information. The sooner he'd leave the better.
"I'll come back later to hear your answer." He got up and I followed suit.
"No please don't."
"But Miss Hostage is so interesting, I can't help but be attracted to you." He gave me a devilish smile as he slipped on his leather jacket.
My heart fluttered, "Would you please stop calling me that!?"
"Ai-chan then?" He slipped on his boots and opened the door.
"How did you-"
"Curious, ne~? Later." He closed the door leaving me flustered and irritated.
I turned off the light, stripped my clothes off and slipped into bed. I wanted to forget everything. Why couldn't I have just left work instead of going to the bathroom that day? I pulled the blankets over my head and drifted off into sleep.
Why does he want to know me so bad? And know about what happened between me and Gum? I don't understand it. What could he gain from knowing any of it? I tried thinking of ways he could try and use that information against me, but nothing reasonable came to mind. Maybe he really was just curious? And he seemed sane to me... He helped me fix my stitches. I was begining to think that Gum had it all wrong.
I tried steadying my breathing, slowly drifting off into sleep, "Maybe he's... not such ... a bad... guy..."
My dreams were filled with Gum that night...
On second thought, maybe it was Pyro...
Next Chapter
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WOO a Pyro chapter! Did you like it? He's all mysterious~~~~~ what's he thinking? Till next time!
PS. A towel get's wet as it dries! lol