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Part 7 - Past Love, present heartbreak.
Your nearly there..Whoever you are..
That voice penetrated his thoughts, isolating his very connections with his movements, it controlled inside and out as each thrust of his hips, he gradually climbed over the many grasslands, avoiding contact with any other form of a human being. He didn't need to have his hands warmed up with anothers hot blood although the thought of it had a sickingly appeal, an attraction to it with the influece of Shelli. She was his only allie, his only companion. Much to his dismay, he depended on her and he felt he couldn't control his body without the words directed from her. His cold heart held a little spark for Shelli and she secretly knew it for she desired it.
Each footstep he took, upon the ground lined with perfect blades of grass was an inch closer to her. Her home, lightened by the softest light in view from his distance, attracted him more to the ideal he'll be inside, with her, with her warmth and beauty.
Shaking his head from left to right, thrashing the thoughts out of himself he dropped to his knees onto the ground below him, growling at the realisation he side tracked himself. The exact thing he didn't want and avoided, well, he tried to.
Falling back to lie upon his back, the agonising grip of catching his breath. Everytime he felt something, or thought of something that felt..good, it hurt. The stars above him in the nights sky couldn't even provoke the softest beauty they emitted, for he was too wrapped up in confusion and hate for reasons he didn't know why..
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"Oh Phillip" Shelli smugly tucked herself into the hard chest that arised as he took in a deep breath and composed as a natural soilder. Having tilted her head ever so slightly, pressing against him with an arm slightly wrapped around his waist, she whispered "It's finally happening, it's finally going to happen. Sweet justice."
Phillip grunted a reply that Shelli recognised on the lines of a 'yes'. His own arm, at first afraid to atleast touch her, rose and draped around her narrow and splendid waist. The first touch of her made himself shudder gently.
"I've grown fond of our little soilder, very fond indeed.." She sighed so slowly, Phillip tried to fixate his view upon something else, rather than the cleavage her breasts produced through the slightest gap of her blouse.
Once again, Phillip said nothing but his eyes could portray a tale of silent jealously. He felt his finger tips slowly trail off at the ends of her hips, the slightest sign of defeat and loss. His history with her was amazing to him, she enlightened the dullest moments and created life for him but now it seemed, ever so..so painful.
"Phillip.." She looked up, her bright blue eyes glanced into his, her blonde curls trailing around her neck that swayed ever so gently, with the pace of his breath "Don't hate me.."
"Hate you?" His reply was an immediate response. She had taught him too, well "How can i possibly hate you Sector Revielle?"
"Oh don't call me that.." Her words trailed off into a slight chuckle while turning so her back pressed against his front, she deliberetly compressed her frame against his, knowing what kind of reply she would receieve "Just love me.."
Unknown to Phillip, his hands shook, infact his whole body did with such fustration and needing. He couldn't help himself as his hand slid around to reach up to the soft bounds of her upper body.
"No Phillip, that was the past and now is the present. You know I don't belong to anyone, not you, not anyone..But my soilder has only the garaunteed satisfactions that I can provide. Your like a brother to me now."
His hand stopped and dropped back to his sides and he stiffened. Her manipulating power was over whelming and powerful. He watched her step away and slump at the frame of her bedroom door. At first glance, he looked exactly like the peacecraft girl.
"Phillip..I'll be in my room, make sure my soilder, my perfection is carrying out his mission. After all, he hasn't failed yet, especially in bed!" Casting a playful wink, she slipped through into her bedroom, shutting the doors behind her slowly.
Phillip held in a painful scream but abruptly tore himself away from looking at her bedroom door and flung himself into the nearest seat and collapsed back against it.
True, he loved this woman, he needed this woman, he wanted her right now! He needed to release this urge that he hadn't felt since before..before that Yuy prat entered their lives. He scowled at the name and leaned towards a cabinet upon his right, a key placed into the lock.
The perfect soilders cabinet, he realised that used to be his holding place for his books, the magazines on Combat Modelling Kits. It was now replaced with mountains of containers, holding pills that silently kept the soilder, Yuy, from his realisation of what he is.
Phillip, enlightened with jealously snatched one up, opened the packet and swallowed three of the small, white tablets and tossed the rest back into the cabinet, but failed misserebly and it landed beside it. The rest of the tablets sprawled out, into a humble mess.
He didn't care about the mess. He didn't care if Shelli found out. All he wanted was to be like that 'Perfect Soilder' and have his woman back for once and for good. He waited.
And waited, he was about to reach over and swallow another one with a dry mouth but flinched back as a spasm of twitching enveloped him. He could scarcely breathe as lapses of dizziness imapled his mind. He dropped to the floor.
Landing on his knee's, bent over with his arms covering his head, he bit down on his lower lip to hold in a ear piercing scream. His whole body shook with pain and relapses of dizziness. This is why Yuy was held down, always, by Shelli and him..
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Author Note : Please Read and review! Was this chapter confusing? Better than the rest of mine? Worse? Or just plain crap?