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Bad Romance	By : Zaikia Category: +M through R > Rise of the Guardians Views: 2127 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 2
I very slowly and VERY cautiously pulled myself into a standing position while keeping my dark red eyes locked on Pitch, in case he decided to do anything. “Um….hey there.”
Nice introduction.
Oh shut the fuck up.
“So um, yeah weird way to meet someone-.”
“Who are you?” he questioned, his eyes glaring into mine and his arms were crossed tightly over his chest.
Ooooohhhhhh, speaking of chest ya could’ve felt him up.
YOU ARE NOT HELPING THE SITUATION!
“Um well……..let me explain….”
It took me a full twenty minutes to explain to Mr. Boogeyman who I was, where I came from and what happened to me.
“And why should I believe you?”
I snorted. “C’mon, does it look like I’m lying?” The only thing I didn’t tell him was about his back story, but I did tell him where I came from. “I wouldn’t lie unless I absolutely had to.”
Nice.
Why thank you.
“So you came into my lair,” I nodded. “And found me lying here,” Nod. “And decided to kiss me?”
“Actually, it wasn’t my idea.”
Pitch raised a curious eyebrow. “Oh really? Then whose idea was it?”
“If I told you, you’d just think I’m crazy.”
Because you are crazy.
I ignored Conscious and focused back on what Pitch was saying. “Tell me.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine…my conscious told me to kiss you. She said it would wake you up and woofreakinghoo, she was right.”
“Your conscious…?”
“Ai-yup.”
Pitch was silent for a moment before speaking. “You’re a strange girl…”
“To me, that’s a compliment.” I grinned.
I almost had a fangirl attack when he gave off one of those sexy smirks.
Oh my………..
I love those smirks.
So do I!
“What am I going to do with you my dear?”
“Hmmm……I dunno, let me stay?”
He chuckled in response and his golden eyes glanced down to my arm. He stopped chuckling. “What happened to your arm?” he asks me.
“Hmm?” I blinked and looked down at my injured arm. “Oh. I slipped and cut my arm when I came down through the lair’s entrance. Nearly broke my back also, but luckily that didn’t happen.”
“Luckily indeed.” He spoke and then approached me, holding out his hand and moved his fingers a bit. I assumed that meant ‘give me your arm’. Slightly confused, I let him take my arm in his grasp and he untied the cloth from around my arm, taking it away.
I stared down at the cut on my arm, blinking in shock. It already looked very infected, with black lines going underneath my skin. “Hmmm, it looks severely infected. I am surprised you aren’t feeling any effects.”
“Well, I’m not human.” I spoke.
Pitch suddenly had the expression that he had an idea. But for some reason I wasn’t going to like the idea. “I know you will not like this, but it is the only way it can be healed.”
“And what idea is-?” before I could finish my sentence, black sand came from his hand and as it seemed to move on its own, it slithered along my arm and into the cut, causing severe pain to course up my arm.
“F-FUCK!” I swore loudly, biting my lip until it bled and winced a bit, looking away as the black sand did its magic. It felt weird, having that sand move around underneath my skin. But I was strong and I kept up a strong face. A few more quick moments went by and I felt the sand leave my arm.
I looked down and saw the sand slither away back to Pitch. I glanced at my arm and saw the wound healed, except for a scar that felt smooth. “Um…..” I glanced up at the man before me with a small blush. “Um….thank you….”
“Think of it as a thank you for ‘waking’ me up.”
He smirked when my heat creeped onto my face. I blushed and shyly looked down, scratching my cheek. “Um…I’m gonna….go out….”
And I was out of there without second thought, leaving a dumbfounded Pitch.
I decided it would probably be best if I just left.
It almost looked like Pitch wanted to pounce on you back there.
Shut up Conscious. I’m not in the mood.
Whatever you say.
I went back to the entrance of the lair and climbed back up without any trouble. Coming out I realized it was almost dark. “Shit, I was down there that long?”
No one, not even Conscious answered me. She must be pissed at me.
I sighed softly.

…………………
“Man, this is boring….” I grumbled and sat down on a bench, watching humans pass by. Now I realized how much Jack Frost felt when humans didn’t believe in him and they just passed right through him.
Conscious still wasn’t talking to me; I must’ve pissed her off worse than I thought. I shrugged. Oh well…she’ll get over it.
“Why do you look so sad?”
I was taken away from my thoughts when a young, cheerful voice spoke. I glanced over at my right side and saw a young boy, probably no older than eight or nine. He had brown hair and wore warm clothes for the weather.
As a matter of fact, he looked quite familiar too….
The kid had his mouth open a little bit and I saw a front tooth missing.
Shit! This was that Jamie kid!
“Well………I don’t really have any friends….so you could say I am kinda sad and lonely.” I replied, glancing at Jamie.
“I’ll be your friend!” he said excitedly and came over, grabbing my hand. “My name is Jamie, what’s yours?”
“…Shell.”
“That’s a cool name. So why don’t you have any friends?” he asks me.
I shrugged. “I’m different than most people….”
I was surprised he wasn’t freaked out by my eyes.
“I’m surprised yer not freaking out about my eyes.”
“No way! Red eyes are cool! Like a dragon!” Jamie grinned goofily and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Jamie, who are you talking to?” Jamie’s mother asked as she came walking out of the pharmacy.
“Her name’s Shell! She said she’s lonely and I’m her new friend!” Jamie smiled wide.
“What friend? I don’t see her.”
My face fell.
The woman couldn’t see me.
“She’s sitting right here!” Jamie pointed at me and his mother only furrowed her brows.
“C’mon Jamie, let’s go home.”
“Oh………..” Jamie looked at me sadly and I just ushered him to go. “Bye Shell!” he waved goodbye to me and then followed after his mother.
I sighed and got up, stuffing my hands into my pockets and then walked down the street. I ended up walking back into the woods, but didn’t go back to Pitch’s lair. Instead, I found a frozen over lake and it was still somewhat cold out, but not much.
I kicked a lonely pebble out of my way as I began walking over the ice. That’s when I heard, rather than felt, a loud crack. I froze, pausing right in my tracks and looked down at my feet with a small whimper.
Water was forming around my feet and man, it was fucking cold.
“Shit!” I swore loudly and turned on my heel, intending to run but my foot slipped and I crashed on the ice with a loud thud. Just as my thoughts were gathered up, the ice underneath my body broke and I fell into the freezing waters of the lake.
FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK! I swore mentally, hoping Conscious could hear me. I cringed and grimaced as the freezing water bit at my skin painfully and I flailed my arms, trying to get them to move. I tried to kick my feet, but I was so numb by this point that I could only pray.
Help me…

………………………..
He didn’t expect to find himself going after the girl.
He didn’t expect to actually want her to stay, despite what she had done. He was thankful she had woken him up from near death and healed him, despite what she had to do to wake him up.
She was an interesting girl.
Pitch Black found himself walking into the woods as night fell, wondering where the girl had gone to. He came across the frozen lake and stared out into the distance. He looked up at the moon. “Were you the one who sent this girl to me….?”
Of course, he never got an answer. Not even after he was defeated two months ago. He sighed and suddenly heard a loud cracking sound. He glanced over to the right and saw someone fall into the lake after it had cracked underneath their weight. He used the shadows to quickly get to the sight.
He used his sand to grab whoever had fallen into the lake and pulled them out. Black hair, red bangs and red and black shirt…
Shit, it was that girl, Shell.
Out of instinct, the Boogeyman pulled the shivering girl close to his insanely warm body, trying to get her to stop shivering. If she didn’t get warm soon, she would get hypothermia.
But….she couldn’t die….could she…..?
She was a Spirit….but not many people believed in her.
Maybe she is weak….Pitch thought and then looked back down at the violently shaking girl in his arms. He used the shadows to teleport back to his lair and carried her into the bathroom. He set her down for a few seconds to turn on the hot water and then began to take off her clothes once the water was run.
He started with her boots first and set them aside to dry once they were off. He then unbuttoned her shirt and had a little bit of trouble getting it off because she was clutching to his robe.
She will be pissed at me later. He thought and then shrugged. Her hair was long, he could use that to hide her……..womanly parts.
He finally managed to get the rest of her soaked and freezing clothes off without looking at anything, though she still had a tight grip on his robe.
“Shell,” he spoke, wrapping his hand around her slightly shaking one. “You need to let go.”
She whimpered slightly, but then she loosened her grip enough for him to pry off her hand.
“Good girl.”

………………….
I became fully aware of my surroundings when I was carried to a bedroom. I blinked once I was put on the bed and glanced up at Pitch. “Um……not to be blunt, but why am I naked…?” I blushed madly when ending the sentence.
He grabbed the blanket off the bed and wrapped it around my body securely. My hair was back to being spiky, thank god. “You fell into the lake and I had to remove your clothes in order for you not to die of hyperthermia. Don’t worry, I didn’t do anything.”
I just blushed madly at the thought. “T-thanks….” I looked away shyly.
He grasped my chin and made me look at him and I saw one of the sexy smirks on his face. I almost could’ve squealed in delight. “Consider it thanks for waking me up and you are welcome.”
I looked up into those golden eyes of his. As I stared longer into them, it seemed they also had a bit of silver in them, not to mention they resembled an eclipse. Which was quite beautiful, I might add. Aggh…I’m rambling again.
Pitch’s chuckle broke my stare and I blinked. “You seem to like my eyes very much.”
“They’re beautiful…” I blurted out without thinking and then blushed realizing what I said. “Sorry….”
“Nothing to be sorry about.” He chuckled. “Would you like me to tell you what your eyes remind me of?”
“Sure.”
“They….” He got slightly closer to me, staring deep into my dark red pools. “Remind me of bloodshed….a day covered in blood. Very beautiful.”
“You should’ve seen my eyes before. They were so fucking dull.”
He chuckled again. “Not anymore…”
I went into a relaxed state and just stared at nothing, not blinking. I was trying to get Conscious to speak to me, but she was still silent. Maybe she’s taking a nap. Pfft! She could’ve been there when I was drowning! Stupid little-wait…..why do I feel…?
I suddenly felt the brush of warm lips against mine and I blinked, my face immediately gaining a deep, dark blush. His lips were barely pressed against mine, just brushing…..almost teasingly.
My eyes closed by themselves, as if they had a mind of their own. I wanted to kiss him again, god his lips were so warm and soft.
But before I could, he pulled away with a chuckle. “So predictable…”
And then as my eyes opened, he left the room.
I blinked, confused and dazed for a moment or two before I realized something.
PITCH BLACK IS A FUCKING TEASER!
I snarled, cursing myself for letting myself be so fucking predictable. “I hate my love life….”
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