Rain

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Rain
Chapter 25: Memories

Eve watched with animosity as the violent storm raged around her. She still stood on that roof, her steely eyes watching for her target. She was supposed to test him and his partner, she and Sith. They were her age, the mossy haired guy a little younger, maybe. It wasn’t like she really gave a shit. They were toys, something to be used and tossed aside once they broke or once they proved useless or obsolete. Of course, Sith didn’t think the way Rain did. Sith was a cold blooded assassin, not bothering with emotion or others. Rain seemed to be the only one that the Van would dare to pair the stony eyed woman with. Rain liked it that way. The more they interacted, the more Rain had chances to manipulate and toy with that walking shadow.

Rain stopped her thoughts of the stoic, blood haired woman. Her targets having shown up and the storm subsiding. She smiled. ‘At least they’re cute. I prefer my toys to be pretty.’

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Eve smiled with empty eyes at the snake eyed man before her. He was handsome, in a cold way. His brown eyed partner eyeing her hungrily. Eve mentally smirked at that, he would be easy to play with, maybe even just as a sex toy. The silver haired one though, he was going to be a challenge. Her mental smirk widened. Oh, he was going to be really fun. She just hoped they wouldn’t break before she was done with them, like so many others.

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“What?” Eve asked, her voice laced with annoyance as she stared the crimson haired woman down.

“Nothing,” Sith’s deadpan voice floated through the air like cold wind.

Eve rolled her eyes. “Yeah, right. You don’t approve of my using them?”

“Too much at risk. What if one becomes more than a toy?” she asked.

Eve snorted. “Jealous?” Eve asked, her voice slightly mocking.

Sith seemed surprised at this question. “I don’t understand.”

“Sure, Sith. Is it one of them? Do you want one? I can certainly spare one. Do you want Spike? I must admit, he’s rather cute. Or Vicious? He seems more your edge.”

Sith’s eyes narrowed. “I told you, I don’t play like you.”

“Right, all logic and death. Don’t you ever just let loose, Sith? You know, have fun?” Eve asked as she downed another glass of scotch.

“You shouldn’t drink so much, it numbs the senses.”

Eve snorted again. “I can’t figure you out, Sith. Usually, I can read people like an open book. You, you’re a puzzle wrapped in shadows.”

It was Sith’s turn to snort indignantly. “You’re no different.”

Eve smiled. “What? Can’t you figure me out, yet? What’s the matter? I stopped trying to manipulate you a year ago, you know, I’m just me with you. You’re lucky, no guy’s ever broken my barriers, but you, you… You’re my only friend, Sith, the only one I trust here,” Eve said as she took a seat on the couch.

Sith’s eyes widened. Trust was a rare thing in this world that they belonged to. And for Eve to trust was even rarer. She was a player, she manipulated and twisted all around her to what she wanted. It was her nature, she kept everything behind that everchanging mask. Whatever a person wanted to see, she showed it. Whatever a person wanted…. Never what Eve wanted. Sith realized that then. Eve wore no mask with her, because Sith never wanted anything from her.

“You trust me?” it was more a statement than a question from the cold assassin.

Eve smiled. She then walked up to the red haired woman and nodded as she stopped a good breaths away from her. “More than I trust myself some days.”

It was then that Sith smiled and laughed, causing great confusion in the storm eyed woman before her. Why she laughed, or the fact that she even could laugh was a shock to the partially drunken Eve.

“I need another drink. You look human right now and I don’t think I can handle that without another drink,” Eve choked out.

Eve turned to go find her bottle of scotch when Sith’s forceful grip snapped on her arm, pulling her back to face the woman. Eve raised a black eyebrow at Sith and swayed a bit, the alcohol making her a bit dizzy.

“You shouldn’t drink so much,” Sith repeated her earlier comment, these words filled with concern this time.

Eve smiled and snorted. “It really shouldn’t matter to you if I drink and how much. I may trust you and call you friend, but I know that it doesn’t mean that you do. I’m not stupid and naïve, I know that I’m alone, it’s the way it’s supposed to be,” Eve’s voice turned sorrowful as she spoke. Her eyes seemed dead. “I know you, Sith, I trust you and you trust me not to speak your secrets, I get that. But that doesn’t mean that you know me, or that we’re friends. Maybe I’m losing my touch, maybe I’m getting old, but I’m so sick of it.”

“Sick of what? You’re babbling and you’re drunk.”

Eve laughed. “Yeah, I’m drunk. I should be after two bottles of scotch. As for what I’m sick of? Playing the game. I hate watching the faces of my toys when I throw them away, the look of them as I pull the trigger and end their lives. I’m sick of being an evil, vindictive, sociopathic bitch. I mean, you’re a killer, you end lives. I’m a monster, I make people feel secure and cared for and then I brake them or toss them aside.”

Eve felt the tears burn her eyes and this time let them fall. She hated hiding. She cried out all her pain and slumped to the floor, her arm still in Sith’s vice-like grip.

“They’re going to reassign me after my next courier job. The bounty’s become too big. I’m gonna be Mao’s new bodyguard. No more playing and toying with others. I just have to keep Mao alive and his attackers dead. Simple,” she whispered.

Sith’s fingers dug into her arm tighter as she knelt before Eve, her dark eyes on the watery grey of Eve’s. She then did something wholly unexpected. Within a moment, she pressed her lips to the weeping woman’s in a chaste but firm kiss. Eve’s crying ceased as she stared, eyes wide, at the Si

“Wha-what was that?” Eve asked.

Sith seemed to be at war with Kate. Her eyes seeming to change from coal to obsidian in color as she warred with her other half. Eve then smiled and embraced the other woman, causing Sith to stiffen in her arms before she slashed her own lips against Sith’s. It seemed to last eternity as she poured all her trust and gratitude into that one gesture, even a little love. Slowly, Eve pulled away from the other woman and smiled be sta standing and extending a hand.

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Rain scanned the Sith carefully, her eyes scrutinizing every inch of her form. She then took the other girl by the hand and led her inside the darkened room. She then stopped and motioned with her head for Sith to walk foreword.

Sith walked slowly before stopping and peering over the edge inside the crib, her eyes falling on the sleeping child. Sith was immediately reminded of Vicious as the shock of pale hair on eqally pale skin met her eyes. The little infant was so small, so delicate. Sith seemed at a loss.

“Her name’s Aurora Katherine Deacon,” Rain said softly.

“Katherine?”

“I thought Kate would get a kick out of it. She’s my entire world now, Sith. I trust you to protect her. If anything were to happen to me… take her to Vicious.”

Sith’s head snapped up, her eyes large with questions.

Rain smiled. “I know you’ll be seeing him, soon. You’re in love with him after all. I have a photo of her for him. Sith… I’m sorry I was so… jealous, earlier. He’s not mine, I shouldn’t think of him as such. I guess, I never really thought he’d move on.”

“He still-“

Rain stopped Sith mid-sentence and smiled. “Please don’t.”

Sith nodded.

Rain smiled again and sighed. “Well, on to work, I guess!”

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Levii: Sorry if it\'s jumpy. But memory isn\'t all nice and chronological, not real ones anyways. It\'s chaotic and jumpy and sometimes makes no sense, but it brings you closer to whae wae was and what Sith may mean to Rain and why Rain means so much to Sith. Rain\'s past will eventually be totally revealed, you know how she became what she was, \'n stuff. Remember to review and tell me what you guys think of this chappy and what you want to see in the next ones. I luv getting reviews, makes me giddy and want to write. Until next time, ja ne!