CloudNine x CloudyDreams

[CloudNine]

Dhreim laughed out loud when Lance's stomach grumbled loudly. "Give me a couple minutes, love." Dhreim stood up from the couch and headed for the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, she took out food she had prepared a couple hours before. Sticking the food into the microwave, she leaned against the countertop waiting. As she thought about the two's relationship, she noticed that even though they loved each other very much, neither one of them had ever said it. This caused a frown to settle on her face. When the alarm rang off, she placed the food with the kitchen utensils, of course, and called for Lance.

As Lance scarfed down the food she prepared, she sat across from him, and rested her chin on her hand and thought about their problem about saying, "I love you." She wondered why they had never actually said it. After Lance had finished the food, she took the plates and washed them while continuing to ponder about their little dilema. When she had finished, she began to think about the bad feeling she had developed in her gut after all the Agents had stopped coming after them. She knew that her instincts had always been right and she knew that something chaotic, evil, was coming. Quickly, she returned to Lance and said with as much feeling as she could muster and opened her lips to say the three words she had to get out before the evil came, "I love you."

[CloudyDreams]

Rivialle gorged himself on the delicious food Dhreim had made. She looked faintly disturbed though, and before he could say anything, she said, "I love you." Rivaille's cheeks flushed then...

-----A few hours earlier-----

"Agent 013, report your status."

"Nearing targets in 3 hours.

"Agent 013. Make sure you kill them."

"Yes sir."



It wasn't that Agent 013 wanted to kill him. He was just a souless killing machine trained and raised under the wing of the Agency for about 3 years. He owed his life to them ever since they took him in. Now he was 15, a newbie, but a very good newbie. His blue eyes shimmered with a cold ripple, showing no emotion what so ever. His actions, his mood, his feelings were exactly like Rivaille and Dhreim from when they were still in the Agency. Obey the Agency at all times. Obey them, and you lived. Leave or betray them, die. Agent 013 didn't know the pair quite as well as the others, but he did seen them before in the Agency. Theyw ere the pair who was always next to each other. If Agent 013 remembered correctly, the man, Rivaille had been 2 rooms away from him. The slender boy, with bright hazel eyes with the scarf. He questioned himself; Why did the two run away? Why did the fall in love with each other?

What is love?

A faint irritated look crossed Agent 013's face. He didn't comphrehend the feelings of his targets. Weren't they in the Agency? Wasn't killing a part of them?

----Now---

Agent 013 reached the destination. It was a nice little cottage he noticed, but too bad he had to bloody it up a little. He gripped his handgun, and busted the door to see his targets. Slowly, he raised the gun towards the woman, and fired. His cold blue eyes shifted towards the shocked male, and he shot him. After shooting both of them, he catiously lowered the gun and left. The little cottage was sprayed with the scarlet color of red, the faint smell of gun powder and death.

"Agent 013 reporting. Targets exterminated."

What he didn't know, was that they weren't killed instantly.

[CloudNine]

(AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH OMG OMGOMGOMGOGMOGMGOGMGOMGOGMGOMGOGMGOMGGOMGOGMOGM AHHHHHHHH)

Lance's cheeks had turn a bright shade of red but before he could reply, the door banged open.

A shot rings out.


Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.


Another shot fires through the thick air.


Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.


A gasp flies through the air.


Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain. Pain.


Pale hands flies to the site of injury; her chest. Near her heart.

They say that just before you die, your life flashes through your eyes. As she fell to the floor, she saw it. She faintly remembered her mother's hazy face, whispering childhood stories to her. She remembered her father, taking her out to the forest. She remembered her parents walking away. Every moment that she had safely tucked away emerged. The bad, the good, she remembered it all to the day the Agency picked her up. From then on, every memory was filled with him; from the moment they met... till now. Even if she didn't hear his reply to her statement, she was glad she had been able to say it. She was happy at how far they'd gotten, the love they shared. Now... she didn't mind dying. She embraced the darkness that was slowly closing in.

Her wound felt numb now and her body felt cold. She could feel her conscious fading as she heard the faint screams and yells. From who, she was too tired to tell. She silently wondered if she would be going to hell due to all the sins she had done. The light was fading now.

---------

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep

Panicked yells were faintly heard.

"....doctor! ....happening!"

".....cardiac arrest...!"

"....CPR!"

Electricity buzzed through her veins, but her organ refused to move.

"...save...!"

"...not working!"

"....have to..... higher...!"

"....go!"

An higher voltage buzzed through her body.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.

[CloudyDreams]

Dhreim...?

Memories flashed back, scenes of her, scenes of the blood-splattered floor, sounds of Headur meowing, sounds of people panicking. His torn up leg, his Dhreim. (LOL U GET IT...U GET IT???? HIS "DHREIM?" )

"....fuck happened"

"...2 people...!"

"...losing blood fast.."

"..blood transfusion..."

"...losing..."

"...coding...higher..."

"...go!"

Dhreim...?

He tried to remember. What she had said. For god sakes, what did she say.
Rivaille opened his eyes groggily. He wasn't in the real world, he felt like he was floating...in water. He just laid there, silent, cold, covered in a blanket of darkness. He remembered being beat up, remembered stealing, remembered how much people he killed...How much people he hurt. He opened his mouth, but no words came out. Rivaille was so tired, tired and cold. Sick of killing, sick of not being able to know warmth. He slowly closed his eyes until he felt a little spark of warm. Memories of him and Dhreim flooded back in, the happy memories. The day where they first met, the day when he first kissed her, the day where he felt like his heart was ripping out, the day where they both left... He didn't want to die, not yet. He wanted to know what she said at the end, he wanted to hug her closely and never ever let her go again. Rivaille closed his eyes and a single tear rolled out.

"I love you."

"...I love you too."

Lance E. Rivaille woke up from a coma the doctors had put into him. He woke up with a bunch of tubes in him, a bandage wrapped tightly on his left thigh and a migraine thingy coursing through him. He stared at the white ceiling, the bright white ceiling and wondered. He was told he was shot in the left leg, near the thigh and that the bullet had sliced through an artery. They told him that they were probably found hours after they've been shot and it was a miracle they survived. They asked him questions, but he would answer. What they wouldn't tell was what had happened to his female companion. His dull hazel eyes glazed over, and he could only say one word.

"Dhreim?"

[CloudNine]

(This is so cruel to the poor characters </3 AND YES I GET IT LOL)

When the two met, it was an awkward phase. They didn't talk at all. Awkward eye contacts, and always business, and always arguing. It wasn't until they learned of each other's past that they began to grow closer. Dhreim felt like she was reliving her life again. All those moments.

She wondered, Is this what it's like to be dead? You relive all your memories?

Her soul was swimming through deep murky waters. Down below, there was a small light. It was faint, but it was seen. She wanted to go into that light. She needed it.

She yelled out and swam towards the light. When she reached the light, it engulfed her. Closing her eyes due to the brightness, she felt.

She felt the fabric. She felt the mattress. She felt it all. Gasping, her eyes sprung open. An oxygen mask, tubed, heart moniter... the hospital. Then she remembered, her injury. Feeling her chest, she felt nothing. It was all healed. Gone. Just how long had she slept? Lifting herself out of the bed, she ripped the mask and tubes off of her. Wincing at the pain, she clenched her teeth and tried to stand up. The time she had slept must have been long because her legs immediately gave out underneath her. Collapsing to the floor, Dhreim groaned. As if it were timed, the nurse came in. Gasping, the surprised helped Dhreim back into the bed and scolded her. Where was Lance? Worry gripped at her heart, thinking that the other shot that had rang out killed him.
Immediately after, doctors came in and out, asking questions and informed her she had been sleeping for 2 1/2 years because the shot near her heart had actually damaged one of her lungs. She was shocked but she kept her cool and answered the questions but she kept asking, "Where is Lance?"

[CloudyDreams]

(AHAHHAHAHAHA. IT IS. I FEEL BAD FOR EVERYONE WHO READS THIS ANGSTY STORY. I HASSS THE BATOONNNNNN)

For 2 1/2 years, Lance suffered inwardly. He sulked, he felt revenge biol in his blood, but most of all, he felt fear. A few weeks after his waking, the doctors had finally let out the truth about Dhreim. He had awkwardly hung on to his cane and stumbled to Dhreim's room, gritting his teeth. He rejected all help, he wasn't a baby, nor did he need any goddam help. The clanking of the cane and uneven footsteps reverberated in the hall way, and Lanced huffed as he followed the doctor to the room. It was painful. To go in there and see her hooked up to machines. To see her not smile and kiss him. The week after that meeting, he had stayed in her room, next to her all day. He would sometimes leave and bring flowers to brighten up her room, and hold her pale cold hand and press it against his lips. All he could ever think about was whether or not she would ever wake up.

-----In 1 year------

Lance had taken physical therapy for his ruined leg, but he never really got his leg back. He now needed a cane, and suffered pain every day as he walked back and forth from his life and to Dhreim. He would've stayed beside Dhreim if they hand't pulled him away and forced him to visit only during visitation hours. In some ways, he grew bent, had a sad withdrawn face, and the most sorrow-filled eyes ever. If he could, he would've tracked down the man who had shot Dhreim and ruined his body. He knew it was the agency. Lance swore that someday, he would be the downfall of the Agency, even if it cost him his life.

-----In 2 year------

Lance was now 21 years old. He suffered from chronic pain and heart sickness. He went about his life wanting to kill himself. The only things that kept him motivated was Dhreim.

----Now-----

Clanking down the same hall way as he did the past 2 1/2 years, Lance reached Dhreim's room and stared at the door. Countless times he stared at the door and wondered if she would be there and awake. When he opened the door and looked inside, he dropped the white roses. Doctors and nurses were in there, with Dhreim. Alive..and awake. He stood there, shocked.

[CloudNine]

(Pass* LOL )

It had been an hour and the doctors and nurses STILL haven't left. She felt to drained now. It was when the creaked open and a familiar looking face stepped into the room. He was familiar but all traces of happiness was gone. He looked old, withdrawn, weary. But still, Dhreim couldn't help but feel happiness and relief fill her body. It was all she needed to regain some of her energy back. And just in time, the doctors and nurses began leaving.

Breaking out into a wide smile she called out, "Lance!"

[CloudyDreams]

"Lance!"

Lance just stood there, trembling. He thought he was dreaming for a second. But as the nurses and doctors left, one doctor patted him on the shoulder gently and closed the door behind him. The two were alone in the room. For so long, they had been separated, all those years lost. Flinching, he took a step towards her, leaning on his cane. No, he wasn't going to let his leg disrupt him. Not this time, not ever. He stumbled to her, and when he neared her, he dropped his cane and embraced her.

"Dhreim."

Tears flowed freely from his eyes, and he could feel a little spark of fire enter his body. He broke away from the hug and looked into her eyes, placing his hands on both side of hand. Hazel eyes looked into the blue and purple eyed, and lance gave a slight smile.

"Welcome back."

[CloudNine]

Im going to ruin the moment and just say.

AHAHAHAHHAHAH YES WE FUCKING FINISHED IT. IM SO PROUD <3 U SHUD BE TOO

[CloudyDreams]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. WHY DID YOU RUIN THE PART WHERE HE SAID "WELCOME BACK"? IT WAS BEAUTIFUL. PRICELESS. LOLLLLLLLLLL!!

CONGRATZ TO US FOR FINISHING!!!! *handfive*

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THIS IS PROBABLY THE SHORTEST ONE X ONE RP EVER FINISHED.