The imperfection called Love (Axel) ~Semi-Blitz~

The "war" was as good as over now, the stupid leader of the street rats had been detained and that left a gaping hole in their leadership. Considering that everyone else in that group aside from me was an idiot it made sense, which is why I had jumped ship early, and left before the Peacekeepers could get me. No sense in letting myself take the fall for something I wasn't really involved in, and to be honest I had been a double agent anyways, secretly working for the Morenos. So yeah, anyways, the war was over and that meant I was back to my normal schedule of strutting around the district and continuing to show off at the training facilities. Two of my favorite pastimes, and yet they were losing some of their magic, I'm pretty sure people were getting tired of me, which once upon a time I thought was impossible.

I did have one friend though, Lou, that I had made around the start of the war. Oh and I couldn't forget him, this strange boy from the Morenos that I had met not that long ago. We didn't mesh though, so to call us friends...I'd probably laugh at you and spit in your face. I had firmly believed I'd never see him again after our brief encounters with each other, and that was just fine with me. After returning home from training I was focused on having a night just for me, I would just let it all out and do everything I loved to do, and to start it all off I'd dress in my casual clother. A tight fitting tank top, and a pair of sleeping shorts would do it, one of my favorite "at home" outfits, and to top it all off I'd eat my favorite dessert...chocolate. I had a piece only centimeters from my face when I heard a soft knock on the door. Irritably I tossed the chocolates onto the table infront of the couch and walked to the door, throwing it open angrily.

The sight I saw almost made me close the door immediately, because the person standing there was none other then Remo Moreno. For a moment I just stood there and stared at him trying to register the fact that it was actually him. Sadly when he spoke it proved to me he was infact real, and it also snapped me out of my daze making me realize I was basically half dressed. I stood in the door way blushing, half from irritation the other half embarrassment, as he explained his issue to me. I had no time for this though, I was standing in a bright doorway, half dressed, talking to a boy in the middle of the night, I was gossip bait. Grabbing his arm I pulled him inside and slammed the door shut behind him, giving him my best death glare. "You're an idiot did you know that...what the hell were you thinking coming here?"

What possessed you to come to MY house this late at night, didn't you know that I live alone now? Can you imagine what people are going to say about this...if anyone saw me out there like that with you...you're dead." Throwing myself onto the couch I pulled a blanket over me so he wouldn't see me dressed like that, and began to nervously stuff chocolates into my face. Why was he here of all places, how come he didn't go to one of his guy friends houses, or even going to Lou's would have been better, what the hell was wrong with him? I guess there went my quiet night alone, people could NOT see a boy leaving my house at this time of night.

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I kept nervously eating the chocolates, a muddle of feelings all screaming in my mind, screaming to be let out...to be said. I couldn't do it though, I sat there feeling petrified at the thought that a boy was in my house. I mean I shouldn't have minded though, I should have enjoyed it, wasn't it something I had always wanted, to have a boy wander into my home? Of couse when I had those fantasies the last person I thought would wander in here was Remo, infact it had been anyone BUT Remo. So why was it that I found it to be slightly...endearing...sort of like I was a little...pleased that he had chosen my house over everyone else. I shouldn't be thinking that though...should I...he was barely even a friend, I'd go so far as to say I hated him.

Then he did the unthinkable, he sat down beside my on the couch, and I instantly felt my body go rigid in panic. He was sitting next to me...Remo was sitting next to me...it shouldn't matter to me that he was but it did. I suddenly felt very light headed and unsure of myself, barely daring to look directly at a boy I had hated not three minutes ago. Of course next he had to take out his damn guitar and strum it, only adding to the mix of feelings boiling up inside me. Then he suddenly stopped stumming and spoke at such a rapid rate I found it difficult to keep up with him. Explaining his situation about leaving the Morenos, being poor as fuck, and just going to the place that was...nearish to him. I still found it hard to believe that my house was the closes as he said, but my mind quickly dismissed it, my pride telling me that he had wanted to see me.

That didn't make any sense either though, as far as our last conversation it had been very clear he hated me, so why...why was he here...why was he so close to me? Better questions, why was my breathing coming in short gasps, why did my heart flutter when he looked at me, why did I suddenly care what this boy thought? Suddenly he got up from the couch and began pacing infront of me, making it even more difficult to keep my eyes off oh him, off of the muscles and strong features I had failed to notice previously. Apparently he wasn't finished talking though, his voice, so quiet and yet loud enough for me to hear, began to explain further. As he explained though I felt my jaw dropping, whether from shock or maybe even embarrassment I wasn't sure though. But it didn't make sense that he was apologizing though, I mean he had lost his family because of some girl, so why would he apologize to me. If anything I should apologize to him, even if I wasn't THAT girl, I still somehow felt responsible for his outburst and his pain.

I couldn't believe that I even thought that though, I was Annastasia Glory, I was a bitch I had no feelings, especially for someone I hated. When he sat down again though I felt this urge, an urge I barely even knew I could feel, to comfort him to tell him I would never hurt him to tell him...everything would be okay. I almost gagged as the struggle within me continued, the bitch fighting a part of me that was more human, part of me that I thought I had locked away so many years ago. He didn't give me the time to even think about comforting him though, he spoke again in a broken voice as if suddenly feeling defeated and broken. I watched in panic as a few soft tears ran down his cheeks, and another feeling tore through my heart...compassion.

He grabbed the few belongings he had brought with him and said in a voice of sorrow and embarrassment, words that seemed to cute deep into me like a knife...he was leaving. It shouldn't have bothered me like it did, and it didn't even bother me anymore that anyone might see him. Suddenly it was all about him...for once in my life not a single selfish thought went through my mind as I watched him run back out through the door and into the night. For a few seconds I was stunned into silence and unable to move. It wore off quickly though, and I found myself throwing the blanket off of me, throwing the door open and following him into the night. I could barely make out his form, the darkness around us making me almost blind after the light from my house, but I reached him and grabbed his hand.

I tugged on his hand, turning him around, and led him back to my house without so much as a word to him explaining why. It would have been too difficult to explain anyways because I couldn't make any sense of it either, I had no idea why the ice on my heart suddenly melted away for him. I led him back through my still open door and closed it behind both of us, making sure he saw me lock it, hoping that he was able to tell it was me telling him he could stay. I didn't trust myself to talk yet, chances are if I had made any attempt to speak it would sound more like childish jibberish, something I was prone to when I...when I was panicked. I just kept my mouth shut and led him back to the couch, pushing him down into it, and then taking a seat myself.

I grabbed the blanket again but I didn't pull it over myself again, instead I began to twist and twirl the fabric in my hands nervously, trying to get a grip on my feelings. I popped another chocolate into my mouth and chewed it slowly, feeling my some of my panic ease away as the chocolate slid down my throat. "I...ummm...I want you to stay Remo...I want...you can stay here if you want Remo, I didn't mean to be...rude." I inched a little closer to him and reached tentatively for his hand, but pulled it back quickly onto my lap, a blush creeping onto my face. "I'm sorry about your loss Remo...I didn't know...I mean I never asked, but then again I never ask about other people...I'm sorry."

This time before I could think anything through I felt myself close the distance between us, and my small shaking hand closed around his calloused fingers. Even more appaling to my already reeling mind was my head now resting on his shoulder, the burn on that side of my face seeming to burn anew as it rested against him. Everything in my body screamed to tear myself away from him, my mind screaching in agony, but my heart...my stupid heart...didn't want to pull away. I rubbed my thumb gently over the back of his hand, slowly becoming unaware of anything else around me. I felt so torn, so confused, my mind was telling me one thing while my heart told me another. I was Annastasia Glory, I was a terrible person, I was a monster...but this...it felt like me also...it felt...different...but good.

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((OOC: This is so not a blitz post I'm sorry, I had a lot of muse xD))