"Le Histoire."

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

James was just about to chase him till he paused, his eyes widened when he saw his back despite it being obscured slightly with her hair. "..The Thief..?" he said under his breath as he was left with her coat beneath his shoes. But he quickly shook it off and chased after them. "GET BACK HERE DAMMIT!!"


Xirelle was hella confused, she was heating up, first she was having an attack, on the ground, and now she's being hauled up into a fireman's hold and now running like hell. She groaned painfully, she didn't bloody care anymore, she wanted the pain gone, she gripped onto his back tightly, the scent..


The scent was familiar... she groaned again with a small whine, she knew who this was, it was Voleur, without a doubt. His pattern of running was delivered by adrenaline. But she knew the hospital wouldn't help her, fully, her medicine was made by herself....in that room.. but if the hospital kept her stable enough to go home.. then it would prolly be the best... At least.. that's where she thinks he was bringing her. She tried her best to open her mouth... but it failed her... she was sore.. she started to cough horribly again, and blood followed, now staining his clothes. She gripped harder to his clothes and wheezed for air, "..V..l..eur.." her voice was horrible hoarse it was nearly unrecognizable. She was starting to get scared, she was trembling, and the most saddest tone came from her, she was whimpering, like a child drenched in fear and helplessness.


In her mind she hated this. She despised this. She should always be in control. To think this happened just because she let her emotions carry her off that morning, she had forgotten the strict Do's and Don'ts.


Clearly...


He ruins her system..


...But she didn't hate that either...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Xirelle was fortunate, but in a way, also, unfortunate.


Putting her into the E.R. they did all they could but the doctors all scratched their head, they just kept her stable enough...stable enough to live a bit longer... it was something to do with her nervous system and her heart. After performing some tests, they concluded this was by genetics, a hidden illness passed down, a genetic mutation that had a bad effect to it. But it was a dead mutation, some cells were rapidly dying. Mostly all the doctors attended to her, they recognized her face, since she would come to hospital for autopsies. They rushed, some were just pitying her, she's so young yet she has to have this.


The talk went to the one who brought her, the doctors were also attending to him. They would recognize him, he would usually be around these areas and one of the doctors had high regard. In his younger years, when he begged and all, Voleur gave him food and enough money to keep on till he finally was able to be brought to school, and here he was.


Two well known people but in separate rooms, the hospital was hectic.


It wasn't long before James bursts into the doors, panting heavily, the nurses nearly threw their arms up being like GREAT..ANOTHER ONE!?


But fortunately, James didn't pass out...


In fact.. In fact he wasn't alone.


The Officers were with him, he had informed them, calling them at the nearest Phone Booth he could find in the slumps, and the patrol cars all came around the area and parked infront of the hospital.


Why did everything look like one big mess ?


Because it wasn't proper.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

The policemen all guarded Xirelle's door when James found it with the help of the front desk nurse. And they stationed themselves as such, James began to inquire to Voleur's whereabouts. Once known, the policemen also stationed themselves outside his door, James wanted to interrogate the odd man. He can't afford to lose sight.


Since Jack the Ripper has become one of the red carpet whoo-yahs around. Almost everybody could be a suspect, your neighbor, your sibling, anyone except a baby obviously....


Or ma-Nah.


Hours later, the police stayed. The Chief of Police, Roberts, was sighing when he finished his talk with the doctor. "..I see.. thank you." he nodded his head, but before the two men exchanged a final salutation, screaming was heard from Xirelle's room, nearly everyone jumped with their spines growing cold and their skin down to pale. James and Roberts were already running towards the direction of her Wing to where her room was, accompanied with guards, their hands ready at the hostlers.


Inside of her room, Xirelle was screaming, the injection they gave her did a bad effect, the chemical reaction to her cells was in a reverse and the anti-bodies became like poison. "DON'T TOUCH ME!!" She screamed horribly in french as she was crying out for help, the nurses and doctors had to hold her down along with the other policemen, they had her down on her arms and legs, while one was pushing her stomach down as she was trying to break free, she had wires all around her left arm, and it just made her pain even worse once she woke up. They injected her with anti-bodies to help her system fight whatever was writhing her, but it only sped up and had an acidic effect on her body.


She is... very different from everyone else after all...this only proved it...


"HOLD HER DOWN HOLD HER DOWN!"


"INSPECTOR CYGNE!! INSPECTOR CYGNE!!!"





"LET GO OF ME!! LET GO--AAAGGGHH!!!"





"WHERE IS THE TRANQUIL'?!"


"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU ALL DO!? AREN'T YOU SUPPOSED TO BE DOCTORS!!?"


..Perhaps they shouldn't have gone to the hospital.

 

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"Hold it."


A voice came with a French accent The guards instantly saluted upon the authority. And another step was made as the guards suddenly went to block the doors.


He crossed his arms. His dark brown eyes stared at him. "What is this commotion about?" Everyone else stared when the scene suddenly quiet down on them. "You are a patient aren't you?"

 

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"If you are american then I have the right and authority to be provided proof of citizenship."


Roberts was very stern at this. He was a tall french with dark brown hair and eyes, he was a well made self made man at the age of 45. He was drawing closer to Voleur...he obviously was suspicious at him...slowly raising his hand...as if he was about to give a signal to capture him for interrogation.


But suddenly there was a voice from the crowd. "Hold it hold it hold it!!" There was a loud yell from the crowd ...and it was James .


James though looked like a mess. Ruffled hair and all. Like he got into a fight. There was blood in his shirt. Not his blood. "He is american! He is a friend of Relle!"


Roberts paused and blinked widely. Slowly tilting his head as he stared at him.."You know Ms. Xirelle?"


James was glaring at Voleur....he was pointing at his vest's front pocket. Meaning he should look into it...


And if Voleur would think about it, the deadman's whistle was in his pocket...


But why was James suddenly helping?..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Roberts only stared...and stared as James walked briskly passed him and smiled. Grabbing Voleur at his arm and the other hand patting his shoulder. "Haha see? Thats her whistle. Anyhow. We are going to.." his voice got a bit stronger. "...pick up her medicine ... inside her house. The doctors cant save her at this rate and we are TERRIBLY burning DAYLIGHT.." slowly..and slowly they moved back that it was nearly comical.


Everyone just stared like what the hell?


Though he was saying the truth..."Well come along Alphonse!" He said cheerfully and turned him around and walked out waving his hand. "She stopped screaming and now temporarily stable ! We will get back soon so report to me when I get back Chief!"


Roberts was still staring. "What?? Wait...what?..her medicine? Is this about her medi-"


Aaand then the doors shut...


....well....that was weird ..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

He scoffed off of him the moment he nudged him and seemingly hissed at him. He didnt like this guy.


"Look I am just following Relle's request alright? I have no time for explanations give me the whistle right now!" He sneered at him. Wondering why she gave it to Voleur in the first place. "Any more second I waste with you means her death. I dont care who you are to her, but you better give me that bloody whistle right the hell now..."


He could remember the time he had to push her down the bed...she was whimpering as she kept whispering 'the fruit....the fruit james ....he is the deadman... has it..please..'


Having to work with her. The fruit meant the fruit of wisdom perhaps in her sense it was her medicine.


He is the deadman.


Meant that Voleur possessed the deadman's whistle..it was the key to her house. She was basically asking him to take the key. Return to her home. Follow the trail of the fruit of wisdom painted on the walls. And he might be able to find more of her medicine.


For him to know this...it meant he was her closest friend..or partner...the one of the few men who went near par at her.


He was already panicking inside. Actions bow.Explanations later.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

He laughed a bit. "You are a funny man. I wonder why Relle befriended you. Are you sure you're not completelt American?"...voice full of poison and his eyes of emeralds glared at him as he paced up with him.


"It just so happens I left my car when I followed Relle following you like a bloody stalker." Scoffing at this.. he looked away clearly irrirated with that fact he wont give the whistle.


Honestly what does she see in this bastard? Is what he basically keeps repeating in his head.


...


oddly he had the strangest feeling that he should increase the security of his home...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

He mentally arguied with himself whether to give a fake name or not. But then again. It wont matter.


"James...James Watson." He said in an irritated voice. Bending down to grab hold of Xirelle's dirtied coat. Holding onto it as he followed him. His eyes stayed glued ahead. "I am Relle's partner...."well...he prided himself with that. "You?"


No James didnt like americans.


Yes he was a slight racist.


But with a reason.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Good lord how long will it take them...


BUT then again . It gave him sometime to look at this 'Will'. Quirking a brow as he walked along side with him. He was already analyzing him. But not on his appearances but his tone. He was quite sharp. "Good." He replied to his last marked. Sighing slightly at this, he was still trying to process everything that had transpired recently. Honestly, who wouldn't be irritated right now? He just hoped Xirelle wouldn't go nuts again, and the doctors not to bloody panic and screw up.


....Now that he thought about it.. he feels so sorry for the doctor that panicked when he/she would find that this William wasn't in his room. Then again, who gives a damn about this guy, really? Apparently, the girl he was trying to whoo over.


Who is incredibly stubborn, mind you.


While briskly walking then jogging in getting even closer. He was trying his best not to panic and all. He was deeply worried, having to see your friend having an attack like that didn't go well from the morning hey. "So... how did you meet Relle?.. Have you worked with her before in England or Ireland?" He had an irritated tone and he didnt care if it was obvious. Honestly. Just who is this guy? She was so engrossed in following him before .


Everything was just so weird all of a sudden, and now this guy shows up. What is he? A new Zorro or something? Zorro of France? Ohh great. Another guy that'll sweep girls right off their feet, or become Mr. Steal-yo-girl. Since the American buzz just suddenly popped to his head.


He felt his vein throb in irritation, and he only sighed at this mentally..


Honestly, the people you deal with, Relle.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"I am.. she isn't.. she got no time.. she says." He gave a fond chuckle from it as he sat upright slightly, he looked out the window. "..No we're not a couple if that's what's in your mind...though..........are you?" he asked him with a quirk of his brow. His head shifting to look at him as if he was sizing him up.


If he was... well... Xirelle was always the odd ball of the Department.


But not to mention he still had to keep up with his game.


Thinking about it though, he wasn't so sure if this speed was going to guarantee a full stop landing... but then again.... there were more important things to worry about.


Like not getting ki--I-I mean.. helping Xirelle....

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"Good luck.."


Was the only thing he commented when he left him first in the car. After coming out of the car, he was surprised that Voleur knew how to work the Deadman's whistle, well, at least he know confirmed that he indeed wasn't lying about being close to her. Xirelle never gave a whistle, mostly if she created it, to just anyone.


Walking towards the doorstep, he saw he couldn't open the door. He only smirked "Seems like you have much to learn..." James said with pride as he pushed Voleur aside not caring if it was a rude calling. He placed his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned, but what turned wasn't the mechanism, it was merely the shell of the door knob which was nearly made of crystal glass. There were echoing sounds of clock work here and there, something winding backwards then a clang of a bell or a ting ting somewhere there. As he turned the knob, he pushed the door knob and the door knob slowly entered inside the door and the door was triggered to open for them. The sounds of clicking and locks now singing to their melody of the house. They stepped inside as James walked around briskly, there was no time to waste. "..Find the painting with the fruit of wisdom..." he said as he placed his hands against the wall, feeling it as he looked at all the paintings.


Time was running out..


And there were more than 60 paintings of fruits in the house...


Which one??

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"That's common thought." James only scoffed a bit, as he looked at the walls. "..If you looked closely.. it's Pomegra..the nickie Relle gave it..." he looked over to him, his eyes shifting to wall to wall. "Unfortunately the walls switches when another person opens her house...... I have to find the Seraphim.. the angel with a flaming sword."


Standing upright he looked all around, grapes, apples, nearly in every tree. He only huffed as he ruffled his hair, they say a house reflects a person's mind. The fact this was so complicated would always make sense that this house belonged to a woman.


Especially her. ".. If we find the Seraphim we'll find Adam and Eve..."

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

James blinked as he saw Voleur on the move, tilting his head he began to follow him, with irritation screaming in his head. The line Voleur followed was in deep violet indigo colour that hinted red here and there, it was like a snake as the thread went on and on, upstairs.


Slowly going through the roses hat was on the floor, it slowly went to the stained glass door with the glass crystal doorknob. It was her bedroom, it tied itself around the door and went through its cracks.


If Voleur would enter the door after, it was slightly lost in the amount of books and papers inside. It was too messy, it contradicted to the downstairs level. Books, shelves, towers of books and research papers down on the floor. Till it led to her huge bed, where the Seraphim was pointing down on the headboard with its flaming sword. Behind him, just growing behind the headboard of her bed. Was a huge, ghostly white tree, that held a single fruit. The line ended there with an arrow pointing at the fruit that was slightly open, and had multiple round insides, they looked like buttons...


Were they buttons?...


James entered and whistled, "...Is this how a woman's room looks like?? I expected it to be... I don't know.." he lifted his shoe up to remove one parchment after another. "....organized?" he raised his brow in a half amused face.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"What you should know about Relle.. is that she tricks your mind in the things she creates." James started to say as he walked up to him, looking upon the odd nearly 3D way she added the fruit. If you looked closely, they were rubies or red glasses that imitated it. He removed his blood red glove that gave off an odd iron smell, like blood itself, yet his hand was clean. And went over to the fruit, touching the circular object it had shown inside of it.


He slowly started to push his hand against it, and the fruit suddenly sunk into the whole wall, the whole room was suddenly noisy with cogs and the clocks all around it rang their bells even if an hour wasn't on and it was merely on the 15th minute. The Hour and Minute hands spun clockwise, the second hands went counter, and eventually the glass ceiling above them slowly turned into the hue of black.


Night.


The small holes of the hue became stars, and it bounces off to hidden mirror metals at the room that turned the place into fabulous sparkling manner, like a spolarium in day. The wall before them started to divide itself slightly, the sound of turning cogs and gears and a pulley was behind it. And eventually, the walls opened to a smaller room filled with viles, test tube holders on the shelves against the wall, in the wall, and the floor was a glass cabinet. Yes, a glass cabinet, filled with documents like an underground library. On the desks were other messy papers and a moved chair. There were the crystal look letter openers and daggers, that held the violet fluid inside. The boilers were off, along with the bunsen-burners, the flasks and the lots. Sketches of machinery and medicinal viles were on the walls.


And the most peculiar.


Numbers.. composes of zeroes and ones, written all over the walls and even the ceiling.


It was like a mad room.. if not for the geniuses it held. "THERE!" James yelled in eureka as he ran to the study table and took one, putting it in a slung hostler that was either for the limb, waist or underarm or even undershirt chest purpose. Grinning, he looked around and huffed, the grin left again. "...Can't believe she locked herself for days like this...honestly." he turned to Voleur, "Come, we have no time to lose." the urgency clear.


They've been gone for only an hour and 30 minutes, it wasn't that bad.. but still.


Time is that of the essence.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

He was agaped..


THEN RAN LIKE A DAMN BLOODYMADMAN.


"BE CAREFUL DAMMIT SHE HAS TRAPS I-" and in one spring there was a sound of a gunfire. And James quickly dodged before his head was shot sharp. Wincing at it. Yep...traps...


Finally into the car he panted heavily. Bleeding at the side of his head and nearly fell over forehead as the car went on. He held his head while panting heavily.


"Good lord how does she deal with you..." he rhetorically asked with a small wince. Getting dizzy.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"But she likes it..." he smirked...not at all looking to pay attention at the mockery. Instead he found it amusing. Incredibly amusing.


Looking out the streets he gave a sigh and looked up ahead when he said they were near... as he analyzed her condition...bringing back stored assumptions and multiple computations and calculations all quiet in his mind.


"The stress must have contributed to her system lowering even more....she didnt break down that much before..." he absentmindedly mutteres to himself in worry...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Because he knows he more and longer than he did.


Though he did spark when he contributed. His face was slammed against the back of the passenger's seat...groaning as he finally got out...


Wondering that if they ever catch Jack the Ripper...he would ask him to rip Voleur apart and gruesomely. Though when he thought about it....he prolly could...perhaps something even more, then he thought about Xirelle killing him for that. Prolly not a good idea, it wasn't worth her getting angry at him really. When was there ever a scenario when a woman of Xirelle's stature wasn't preyed on by wolves and coyotes? He does wonder if this guy's some kind of coyote or a wrong wrong wrong wrong version of Zorro.


So.. Xirelle's into those stuff?? He asked himself mentally.


Now at the hospital, he ran through the doors that were instantly open by the guards. "Call Chief Roberts, I've returned, regain Alpha. Right now. After this we are going to Inspector Cygne back right now." he ordered them as he pointed to one redheaded guard who had a short delayed reaction of saying Yes, sir.


By the time they were in the room, Xirelle looked like a mess. She had wires and tubes all over her left arm and a bunch of other classical old machines just to maintain her. The drips here and there, it seemed like she needed a lot more medical attention than an average person, she looked like a strong woman yet she was also extremely fragile. Doctors would say she could die if she didn't follow her schedule, her proper schedule, without her self made medications she so founded but never shared.


James went to her side, panting heavily as he already had the odd injection with him, which somewhat alarmed the nurses, but doctors.. who had to be yelled at to get out for the procedure not to be seen. James said Xirelle hates it when others see how she does it, she rathers only the ones she knew and hold close or dear or trusted.


And oddly, James was one of them, one of them though. Right now, as he would see, he wasn't the only one anymore.


He took the glass dagger injection and twisted the knob like it was the knob of a pocket watch at the hilt and butt of the injection. It winded like how a toy or a music box would, and the cogs and gears didn't move, they only vibrated from behind constantly hit by tiny little hammers inside the glass. It slowly sprung up and had the fluid transferred to the very tip of the injection ready to be dislodged. James had his thumb at the butt of the dagger injection, ready as he pointed to her heart. "...Place right hand on the chamber.." he muttered the words Xirelle taught him, since they were partners and she would have an attack, he had to know as well for emergencies. His right hand rested on her belly gently. "...Push the doors open but pause." he slowly pushed his hand down causing Xirelle to wince painfully at this. She was unconscious so it seemed, and the pain was nearly everywhere in her body, her veins were easily seen, like black vines all over her body. "...you will see it is locked at the inside with chains and one huge padlock..." he got his left hand and pointed the injection to her heart. "Your objective is not to break the lock... but aim the dagger right through the cage in order to kill the Bleeding Heart bird.. for her to sing..." he slowly made sure he positioned it well.


Then breathes in..... "...Once aimed..." he muttered.. hoping he does not mis a shot... because if he did...


If he did.... "...Save me..."


That moment he stabbed hard down to her chest and she jolted, he pressed down his thumb to the butt of the handle like a button and the fluid was injected, oddly enough, there was no blood.. she had her eyes widened, she woke up from it, and breathed in so sharply, slowly her body went back to its original colour. Milky peaches, and the veins slowly vanished and went back to how she looked like this morning, well, and better. When he pulled the dagger away, amazingly, it was clean, no blood, just the burnt mark at her cleavage area and the ripped hole of her fabric that he instantly covered with his hand.. which looked incredibly wrong but it was out of reflex just to cover her peeked exposure.


She was panting heavily, with panicked eyes but she was all better, closing her eyes she groaned terribly like she woke up from the nightmare...


and whimpered. "...Please tell me the pain's over...".. ....why did it sound like she was begging?..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She breathes heavily as she turned her eyes to him... for a moment.. her eyes only had the pattern of colourless glass, till it slowly had its colours fading back into her eyes beautiful. She felt the warmth of his hand as she felt her own body regenerating heat again, slowly, and slowly, she was becoming more alive... James only hit his back against the wall dropping the injection as he held his head. Sighing out of heavy relief.


Honestly, who wouldn't panic at that? It was horrifying.


She looked at him as if she was trying to remember who he was, then her memory came back slowly and her eyes softened as she held his hand back, though it was a weak hold, she still held it. "....Voleur.." her accent was back, but it was gone unnoticed when it had left her for a few seconds. She gave a tired and small smile as she rested her head even further to the pillow, closing her eyes as she groaned.. "...James.. don't tell me you've been dragging him around?"


James scoffed instantly, yeah. "...Please.." but that was all he said and turned to the door, opening it. "I'll be informing Chief, we're escorting you back home... you're having a rest." and slammed the door shut in his own irritation. the sight of them holding hands. holding hands. And she held his back.. it was something he disgusted terribly.


She wondered why he was like that though, for being a Holmes figure, she was still quite clueless to human emotions of jealousy. She just thought it was something to do under the explanation of Neurological Perspectives.


She looked over to him and gave a soft sigh, "...You look like you ran an Olympic Marathon..." she tried to smile, only to wince as she felt the wires at her left arm tingle her nerves.

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She blinked... carried?... She frowned at his words, looking at him with her eyes, she could only recall small minimum details. Such as the changing of scenery, yells and groans of pain, the suddenly movement on her. She could only remember his scent and that she was oddly on his shoulder, she slowly looked down as she tried to piece in together. "... All I could remember....Is that..." she slowly began as she scrunched her brows, "...James carried me when I went out of it...in that place where you were.... then he was asking me where my medicine was when I was put down at the alley, it was vague right after,... noises... yelling... then I remembered you carrying me... but that's all except the fact of the pain all around...." she looked at him, her stained glass analyzing him.


Sweat, parted lips, breathing, it was anxiety and stress everywhere on the body. The redness of his face perhaps could tell her that he had been feeling extreme amounts of emotions and adrenaline was everywhere, which would explain why his veins were slightly noticeable right now. So he had been running, but how he looked was confusing to her. In the first place, why was he even here? Why would he care? Why did he look worried?


It wasn't proper that she didn't know..


What she also didn't know is that he went in her house, saw her security system...


It was as if, in a symbolical sense, he has gained something into unlocking her own inner psyche...


She didn't remember the time she was with James, grabbing him at the collar as she struggled, instructing him, but perhaps her memory would be refreshed once the man returned. She winced, her right hand move to grab hold of the blankets, it wasn't proper, but when you're in a patient, who gave a damn? Not her... yet.


She pulled up the blankets with her good hand, and wiped his face from sweat gently, her eyes were softening and her red lips now full of vigor and life, parted as she breathes in slowly and deeply, her body missed oxygen that badly. She wiped down to his neck and under his chin, jawline, under his ears and his nape, turning the cloth, she wiped his face again, turning it again, she wiped his hair, making it disarray and messy. Flipping it one final time, she wiped all of his face, till he was dry. She looked at him, "...You must wipe the sweat off your back... and your chest area.. it'll cause your body to be exposed with different air temperatures... you will catch a cold." she told him.. she wasn't even aware of her own actions, why she suddenly acted motherly, or like a wife scolding her husband, or anything that was like a mother or someone that cares for him. "...Ask the nurse to give you some chamomile tea, or lemon tea... if there's no tea.. ask for some water, cold water would be fine.... they should be able to give you.... and then tonight you have to eat something warm.. wait for one hour of digestion..and get some rest..."


But then she paused... her hand was against his cheek at the side of his face when she was re-wiping it for the last time, not even aware of how it looked like. Her mind firstly questioned her actions awhile ago not now. Her eyes looked at him as if she was searching for an answer in them...


...why did she care?

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She slowly blinked when she heard him explain, but the thing that made her blink was that his eyes wandered else were. The tightening of his hand, she could slowly breathe in his scent, and alas, somehow, she saw his eyes look once more again as he kept talking.. his tone and body language would've said it all. Though a tad bit unexperienced to understand what it fully meant.


Slowly she smiled at him, oddly enough she was speaking in a very delicate tone. "...Why would I be lost.. when I have been found?" she asked him in a tinge of rhetorical. Not knowing fully to what she meant by that, but for the first time, she had realized she spoke without thinking. So who else made her say that if not the brain?


The Heart .. of course.. the classical contradictor of the brain!


She slowly had her stained glass eyes upon his face, she was trying to find out where he was looking at by copying his actions. But all she was looking at, was the lower half of his face. For a moment her heart beated, and she found herself upon the lips that stole a kiss yesterday's evening dance at his house.


She did not know why she remembered such scene, but she did not deny it wasn't indulging. "..Vo..leur.." she whispered his name in her accent, the french accent that sometimes mixed with the british tone she usually had. She looked up at him, and wondered why she was closer..


She did not realize she was leaning closer to him, her body moved, it was because of her heart she did not make sense to her actions. Her brain racking her heart telling her to stop, but unfortunately the heart did not listen to electric neuron waves. It's main concern was inner most desire-..


She paused..


Desires?...


She caught herself as her brain screamed out of relief, and she slowly, but, hesitantly pulled away ever so slowly.. her hand at the grip of his own.. they were warm.. unlike hers.. she was cold. The only warmth she had was inside, thus, her hot breathe was brushing against his lips for the split second she leaned forward to him.


This wasn't proper....now was it...?


..If to him, her proper was insanity to him.


Then, what is insanity to her, which would be proper for him?

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

Given the other circumstances... and if it was a different girl...


She would have prolly killed him or sent him to the next hospital room.


But unfortunately, or fortunately? He had prevented her from laying back..


No.. no one stops her from doing something. It wasn't proper at all..! she never gets int-


And alas, there , he did it again...


He stole another kiss, and with that perhaps her heart too.. Her eyes widened at this even if her own body language simply told him otherwise.


His lips were warm, hot and damp.. the feeling was lovely, milk, honey and fiery silk, who wouldn't want to kiss back? Her hand was against his chest, probably there in reflex to push him back. But no, it tightened, it gripped to his shirt, she kissed him back, her eyes closed.. she kissed him so slowly that she tilted her head to deepen the kiss. She loved it somehow, she didn't know why, no no, she did, know. .. she just didn't want to acknowledge it.


When he pulled away, she was left speechless, had he stole her voice too? Her lips were redder and damped, her breathing was slow, warm and heavy just against his lips prickling them in her heat. Her eyes were half open, her lashes gave beauty, "...No...kiss me again..."


...What?


Her brain went insane.. but it was too late for a warning.. she had pulled him back to her with the hand against his chest, it gripped to his clothes when she tugged him back, and she closed her eyes to kiss him again. This time, it was more passionate, it was harder and deeper into it, it had more feelings into it. She tilted her head, as she kissed him, the favorite love gesture of the french was a kiss wouldn't that be correct? They did had a kiss named after and created by them.


When in France, you don't give two damns about what's proper or not, to what your brain decides.


What reigns supreme would be the one who gave you life.


And that... is Votre Coeur... oui ?

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

But must all questions be answered? Did it all matter? no one could say what is to happen or not...


Besides it is all ever changing..which is why we aren't allowed to see the future....because even if we do see it..it will change.


Why?


Because we saw it.


Her lips slowly parted from hers, as she breathed warmly against his, she didn't know why she did everything like that until now. Was it the drug they gave her? The medicine that made her go on impulse? Was it because for the fact she was..... no... was she? was she in love for real? She didn't know what was it exactly.. it was driving her mad and insane this was unforgiveable yet....


The fact he was a criminal.. a thief.. and she was the hound.. someone that is binded by law.....


...Won't this...


..Become poisonous?...


Her stained glass eyes looked at him.. and she suddenly winced.... no...... was she forcing herself onto him?..... "..I'm..I'm sorry I.." she slightly choked as she moved away suddenly... as if she had done the biggest mistake. Her eyes looked down, she blushed madly. "..I just...I-...I-"


You know if you didn't think about James then he prolly wouldn't have come..





Because there he was, knocking on the door, and when it opene--..Oh....


Xirelle looked over to blink.. it wasn't James.. it was another young man, he had blood red hair and a blaring Alexandrian Genesis Mutation violet eyes, he wore a doctor's uniform with his coat down. She knew who he was, it was her personal doctor from another hospital, had they called him to personal check on her? Indeed, this hospital was the one she always went to, it was only logical that they called him here otherwise this hospital would face a big lawsuit.


"Dr. Bonaparte." She said with a gentle voice and gave him a bright smile, "Sacrebleu, macherie... why are vous doing here..!?" excitedly like a child she had gripped to Voleur's shirt still.


The man only chuckled and smiled at her, "..Bonsoir mon cherie, ..." he looked to Voleur and bowed his head in mannerisms. "..Bonsoir mon ami, Monsieur Voleur oui? Je 'mapelle Dr. Cain Bonaparte... Xirelle's personal doctor." the introduction was quite brief as he went inside to go upon the machinery and looked at them intensely.


Though unseen by Xirelle... the man had a very.........haunting aura.


His blood red hair was swayed to one side, he was so young and incredibly handsome to be at that job in his age, without a doubt a genius in a field to wherever he specialized in, just like Xirelle.. but why.. does he smell of blood? Not literally, but his impression as his appearance alone was so devious and the potential violence. His voice earlier was so dark it was as if he was going to kill you, but as he addressed her it smooth as silk.. like a split personality.


An insane one...

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

"Dr. Bonaparte.. how was your trip to Venice?" she asked him quite excitedly as the man only chuckled, waving his hand in the oddest fashion as if he was saying he was crazy, normally done with one finger, but now with all of his fingers, he was indeed odd.


Xirelle looked at Voleur and smiles at him, her mood seemed to have tremendously changed. "Voleur.. meet my senior when I first entered the D.O. L...Don't be alarmed to how he knew you....he used to work in a business so he might have heard your name and seen you once or twice....." she raised her brow, her eyes shifting to his clothes and smirked. "Drop the doctor act... It does not suit a Barrister like you.."


Cain only gave a soft sentimental chuckle as his hands gripped to his doctor's coat and took a look see. He smirks and winked at her, "..Aren't you into doctors? " he merely teased her, she huffed and looked away with an irritated look.


"..Just because I frequent hospitals and libraries...does not mean I am into a specific profession."


"HAH! Tell that to me when you got impressed with that Astrologi-"


And there goes Xirelle grabbing her pillow and threw it so hard to his face that he actually hit the wall next to him, he held his face with a soft wincing chuckle. His blood red bangs went out of place as he leans against the wall, crossing his arms as he looked at Voleur then at Xirelle. "..Such energy.. your medicine works wonders...."... for some odd reason.. that tone changed into something a bit more devious..


Xirelle's eyes slightly narrowed.. as she unconsciously was gripping to Voleur's sleeve, "..It does..doesn't it?" she said in an albeit serious tone as her eyes shifted to his clothes, then back at him. Starting to wonder why was he even here? Dressing up? No wait.. he normally dresses up but still. It was just too odd. Too odd indeed. It wasn't proper.


"..Have no fret.. I came only to visit." he suddenly said as if he read her mind as his eyes darted to her with an analytical movement. He softly chuckles as he bent down to take hold of the thrown hospital pillow and flopped it on her bed and smiles. "...I feel like I am interrupting something.. so I shall talk to you soon.. besides.. the escorts are coming to this room, and Roberts will be pissed off seeing me in this get up." he fancied around the roomy sleeves of the coat with a grin, Xirelle only sighed at this, ever so childish, was he really the mature senior ? Before she said anything, she could hear the heavy footsteps to her left nearing the door, while to her right was Cain, politely opening the window.


If you think of an exaggerated movement of being careful, careful....careful... then you just imagined the scenario well...


Xirelle just stared..


Then facepalmed...


THIS is why she doesn't get out more often..

 

[Ashen Ashes of Eve]

She suddenly grew incredibly red at him. And punched his shoulder. As if to hurt him. Bit she was surprisingly weak when she wasnt serious angry. She was more on the mad angry. Whatever that meant. "Oh shut up Voleur!!" She huffed ...puffing her cheeks in irritation... it seemed like her habits were becoming a lot more visible.


Cain only raised a brow at this and smiled expectantly. How curious. This man with her. He hasnt seen her puff in a while. Xirelle's body language was extremely honest..


it was one of her biggest flaws...


She looked to the door ince Cain left with the window shutting and the door now opened momentarily. Revealin Chief Roberts with a worried look. "Inspecto--" then he saw...


Voleur..


....the one hundred percent american.....


"...Oh am I..." he cleared his throat as the policemen behind him.merely snickered here and there. "..i..interrupting something?"