Bloody Secrets

VOCALOID – 02

By: Chi~

Disclaimer: Don't own because this continuation was so sudden that I don't even deserve anything.

A/N: Yep, you read correctly. This is a continuation of our good and friendly fic, "Bloody Roses." There was the fiction, there was the poem, and now yet another story has been made for this theme. I suppose you could call this a series or something, which I hadn't intended…

I assure you, there will be nothing more after this. When this is done, The Bloody Series shall be put to rest for people to enjoy in the future, if they very well please.

So, I won't keep you waiting, yeah? Enjoy, heh.

Warning?: If you haven't read "Bloody Roses" then don't worry about it. But, if you're just one of those people who have to read the whole series, go right ahead. More reviews and hits for meh :dances:

Read in ½ for the slight twists and changes and – uh – maturity in here, kuku.

Bloody Secrets

I

• Rin •

It's a surprise when you realize you were meant to love two people. I mean, usually, when you watch romance movies or read romantic novels, you usually get the concept of one person destined to be with you and love you. And vice versa…but, it's sort of intriguing to realize that your destiny was different then some usual cliché.

One year ago, I fell in love with my best friend. Unfortunately, I had thought (probably out of insecurity) that he didn't love me back the way I did, and went on to the first person who would have me. Who had me…was someone older, who looked a lot like the boy I already loved, and was charming…at first…

One year ago…I fell in love with another man, who only showed me the worst in people. The darkness in this world and the demons on Earth.

One year ago, I was taught to love and to love with all my heart and to be more forgiving then I had been. I've always been a bright person…but my selfish tendencies got in the way and some relationships (which were brief) in my life have dissipated due to those habits and unforgiving-ness.

I lost my virginity by him (more like he took), and then it all just became a reoccurring storm. Everything kept going downhill with very rare (or seemingly) rays of hope would shine here and there. It was a torturous void I had been in; a groundless trail straight towards despair. I'd even felt the cold hand of death quite a few times because of him…

But, still…no matter what, it's hard to not believe that he had significance. And that significance was to change me. No matter what anyone would say, if I told them my thoughts on this; it was inevitable.

And I'd loved him. Perhaps for a short time. Perhaps the whole time – I don't know. I just know I had. I'm sure I'll never be able to fathom exactly how I'd come to love such a person as him, whether out of pity or fear, but it was quite obvious I would never figure it out. Not even when I die; I'll never understand.

I'm sure I'll bug myself for the rest of my life to figure this out – he'd always been such a puzzle – and it would be hard not to think back on any of the things that'd happened to me…but…

"Hey," I felt a whisper on my neck as arms wrapped around me from behind me. "I'm home."

I slowly smiled.

But…I think something else will occupy my mind from that.

The person who was hugging me right now…their hands have been tainted by blood before. The arms around me proved to be my sanctuary; my protection. This person, I've known him all my life, he's the person I'd loved before I put myself in such a horrible situation and who apparently loved me just the same we had been too blind to see.

One night, I'd been home alone. I was watching T.V., trying to get my mind off my problems and abuse, when he came home. One thing led to another and…

…He found out.

And after that, my abuser-rapist-torturer went "missing."

Or at least, that's what the police think. And, most definitely, always will.

"Len," I murmured, turning around in his embrace and wrapped my arms around his neck. "Missed you~!"

He chuckled as he leaned down, lightly nuzzled his nose against mine. I giggled.

"You have no idea how much I missed you," he said back, tightening his hold on me. "It's so hard to keep your mind on work when you've got the girl of your dreams waiting for you back at home."

I knew my face was red and I quickly turned my head away to conceal my embarrassment. "Oh, man, do you always have to get so mushy?"

"You're a girl," he reasoned, sarcastically. "You're supposed to like this mushy crap."

"Well, apparently you like saying it more than a man should," I snorted, turning my face back to his. He's only an inch or three taller than me, so it wasn't hard to look him straight in the eye. "Got something you need to get off your chest before this relationship of ours gets more serious?"

Suddenly, he maneuvered his hands down my waist and picked me up. Setting me on the counter, he smirked as I gave him an incredulous but questioning look. He leaned over, all until his lips were next to my ear and I could feel his warm breath on me.

"This is already a serious relationship," he whispered, before I felt him run his tongue against my earlobe and lightly mess with my ear-ring.

I squirmed. "Really now," I breathed, before pushing him away a little, grabbing the collar of his work shirt and yanking him down to my lips. I moved against him, angled my head a little and deepened the kiss before I ran my tongue slowly against his bottom lip. Seductive.

"If this is so serious," I murmured as I stared at him closely, from his lightly lidded and waiting gaze to his lips. "Then, show me."

• Len •

What if you loved someone you've known since you were six? What if, you loved them enough to get quite protective of them?

…What if, you killed for them?

And, what if, you're lucky enough to where the person you killed for found out…and still forgave…

…and still loved you?

Yeah, how lucky can you get, right? I've truly been blessed…

"Len," she called to me as I watched her open her door. "Spacing out again?"

Oh yeah, she told me to show her just how serious our relationship is and I carried her to her room. She'd told me to set her down so I didn't have to lug her around and try to open her door, so I did. She's quite light so it would've been no problem but if she insists…

I felt a tug and realized she was pulling the tie I was wearing. With a hot gleam in her beautiful eye, she tugged me into her room before I could say anything.

"'Can't space out on me if you're going to perform a demonstration," she murmured heatedly.

I couldn't help but smirk again. "Who's been teaching you such big words," I asked as I softly closed the door behind us.

She surprised me by ramming me against the door and almost uncomfortably, but believe me when I say that I didn't mind at all, especially with such an intense look in her eyes.

I breathed heavily. Damn, she's amazing.

"Don't spite me," she warned, rising up on her to toes to get closer to my face.

"Oh yeah," I asked, husky and playful. "Right back at you." My smirk widened. "You have no idea what I'm capable of – not yet."

We've had sex a few times of times, but – yet – I somehow manage to surprise her every single time. (Considering she was the one who wasn't the virgin is telling you something.)

"Well," she smiled with an expectant expression on her face. "We're in the privacy of my room and I am at the mercy of your abilities."

I leaned down, pressing our foreheads together as our lips hovered teasingly close to the other's. I grabbed her hips and strongly grinded her against mine.

As I felt pleasure bubble in my chest, she let out a sharp breath before grabbing my tie again and pulling my mouth down to meet hers. I couldn't help thrusting my tongue into her mouth and taking it hard as I continued to grind and knead her hips against mine. Before long, she was making the sounds I need just to keep going.

She was mine, finally. There was no holding back on someone I've wanted more than anything. (And, someone I sinned for.)

Turning the tables around, I rammed her against the door firmly as we kissed with fiery skill. Saliva rolled down the side of our moths as she pulled back and loosened my gold tie until it was hanging on my shoulders.

She began to unbutton my shirt as I slid my hands up hers and run my fingers and palms against her healed and extra sensitive skin. Just think, months ago it was covered in gashes, cuts, spots, and nasty bruises. I couldn't even touch her without her cringing in pain.

I smiled as she arched against me from my touch and had a quick intake of breath. So sensitive; so responsive.

'Course, when she ran her hands over my front as soon as she was done unbuttoning my shirt, I couldn't help but shiver and slightly moan.

She began to kiss at my neck, nipping and sucking once in a while. I ran my hands over her back, knowing that every piece of flesh back there was more sensitive then anything else.

She slightly jolted when she felt my hand slowly sliding up to her bra. Her squirming, it –

"Hnh – ah," she breathed lightly before arching delicious against me. She whimpered loudly and began to breathe heavily when I began to graze my nails against her.

She has quite the fear of her back. Kale had etched things back there that I wasn't allowed to see since she didn't want to me too. She hadn't even tried to look at it either, not even once. I would respect her wishes, but if her skin was that sensitive (even though I'm not complaining) I can already tell her did a lot of damage back there.

But I didn't really matter; not when I could –

"Oh, God," she gasped and swallowed. "J-just d-d-do it."

I leaned back a little, took one of my hands out of her shirt and reached it under her skirt. Grazing my finger tips against the inside of her thigh (which was also sensitive), I found her opening and almost gasped myself when I realized how wet she was.

Then I realized…

My face burned and I couldn't help gasping this time.

"No underwear, Rin?" I breathed lowly.

She hid her face in my shoulder, but I could tell she was smiling a little though the thin fabric of my shirt. "J-just trying something n-new," she whispered.

I immediately grew hard. Right then and there.

"Tease," I grunted as I back away a little to get my damn pants off. They're in the way.

She smirked when she realized what I was doing and her hands stopped my shaky ones trying to undo my damn belt. Every time – every single time – I was absolutely aroused, I kept beginning to shake uncontrollably.

I know she thinks it's cute, that I was still "such a virgin" but seriously, it annoys me.

"Oh please," she snorted. She rolled her eyes as she skillfully unbuckled my belt (I guess it's become a habit) and pulled it out of the belt-loops. "Believe me, you're sexy – not just cute."

I scoffed back with a smile. I know; I don't look half-bad.

"You have no idea," she whispered then, locking her passionate gaze with mine. "You think you're aroused but you just have no idea…"

That was Rin's way of saying she wanted me now.

She had no idea how vice versa the want is. (Well, actually she did since she could see it, but she couldn't feel my emotions except me.)

So, as soon as I heard my zipper and my pants felt loose, I pushed her back into the door roughly and hoisted her up. Making her wrap her legs around my now bare waist, I reached around to her backside and found the zipper to her skirt.

As soon as I got the zipper down, I roughly tugged it off of her and rammed my hips against her.

Her bottom hit the door, which made a loud thump and I couldn't help gasping from the sensation. I wasn't inside – not yet – but I was still against her wetness.

"Len," she hissed, quickly rounding her arms to my back and stiffly fisted at my back.

"Right here," I asked as she leaned her head back against the door. Her eyes were bright, alert and intense.

Instead of answering, she squeezed her eyes shut, bit her lip, and jerked against me, making me lose control of my voice. I yelped a little too loud for the neighbors not to hear.

Well, that was answer enough. She didn't give a fuck if we had sex against her door.

Usually, we had sex on either my bed or hers – even the couch – but just knowing that she was right here, against the door, wet and already without underwear and against me – I decided I didn't give a fuck either.

• Rin •

It's was actually funny when I realized Len was bigger than my deceased lover – who was older and a full grown man. I don't mean to seem perverted (although, sometimes I just can't help it). I mean, I knew he would be a way better lover, but this is just a bonus…

"Ahn – nn," I grounded out as I grit my teeth, digging my nails into his shirt as he finally thrust himself into me. I widened my legs a little, gave him more room to work with and I couldn't help but mewl at the change I'd just made.

I've had sex with Len at least seven times and still I'm getting adjusted to him. It's actually extra-ordinary, considering I'd been raped so many times and yet I was still so…

"Shit," he breathed against my ear, leaning the side of his head against mine. Already, we were beginning to sweat. He knew I needed time to adjust and during that time, he never ceased to start his cursing. "S-so tight…"

I rolled my hips a little, testing myself to see if I was adjusted enough because I wanted him so badly. I wanted him moving against me, mumbling nonsense with a slightly high tone of voice as I managed to cause such vulnerability. I love the sounds he makes; every single one. I love it when he gets so worked up that he begins to tear up.

And me…Kale – there, I said his name – made me cry every time. But that was out of pain.

With Len, I sob out of absolute pleasure.

When I felt him shakily nuzzle me with his head, I knew he was growing impatient. I know I was.

I can't remember if I'd felt any pain when I rolled my hips before, so I'll do it again –

"Ah!" I couldn't stop the squeal before it even left my mouth.

"Fuck," he gasped.

But he got the message.

All of a sudden, I was positioned to were one of feet were on the ground as he held the other leg up and kept it up by setting the back of my knee on the crook of his elbow. I thought it was sort of stupid, but I couldn't say anything about it when he suddenly just pulled back and slammed –

"Oh my GOD," I shrilly exclaimed, setting my head back against the wood as he groaned deeply in his throat. Where the hell had he learned this?

His free hand found my hand as he began to thrust at a slow, love-making rhythm – which I absolutely love with all my heart. We interlinked out hands and even though my back side kept hitting the door and making an annoying thump, it was still so romantic it made my heart wrench.

I mewled, listening to the ridiculous slapping sounds my sex made every time he thrust within me, but for some reason they were all the more arousing. It was the sound of our love, as disgustingly corny as it sounds.

"Ah, ahunh," I cried when he suddenly pulled out almost all the way and rammed back into me. G-God, he's just so –

"Mmmh," he moaned as he slid his hand under my ass and caused my leg to hoist up higher in the air – almost to his shoulder. (He's lucky I'm this flexible.) When he roughly thrust again, this time positioned better and upward, I felt a shock I'd never felt before.

Not even with Kale.

"AH – AHNUH," I yelled as he gasped. "YES!"

Our poor neighbors – how they had to hear this. But Len and I were too lost to care.

"R – Rin," he moaned loudly as he leaned back his head and settled our foreheads against each other. My eyes were squeezed closed as I tried my damnedest not to come yet. He's so damn skilled, somehow, that I had to fight to not lose it before him. "Oh God…"

He began to speed up, which made me give up on trying to restrain myself. His quick, rough pounding caused me to continue that damn thumping sound, but it didn't matter – even when it got louder.

And then I – no, we both – got louder. I gripped his shirt and continued to even though I could've sworn I heard fabric tearing. Somewhere along the way, I let his hand go to let his somewhat long hair down. I wanted to grip at it.

I turned my head a little, panting as continuous shrieks and whimpers left my mouth, trying to hold on just a little bit longer. And he was trying his best too; he even got so into it that his free hand slammed into the door just so he would calm down a little. But he was going so fast – basically pounding.

Though, I knew I was almost at my peak when he somehow managed to thrust deep inside again and caused my vision to finally cloud. I immediately felt that familiar, overwhelmed lump form in my throat and before long, I began to choke out sobs.

Tears rolled down my face as Len got louder, groaning and grunting. And then, he began to choke himself; already began to tear up. He felt this as much as I did; either that, or we were completely synchronized.

Hah, probably the latter…

"L-LEN," I practically yelled, beginning to sob harder. Almost there – almost there –

He took my mouth, passionately made love to it right when I lost all hold of reality and screamed when I finally came. He dug his hand into my hair, which is shoulder length (since I got it cut) and pulled my head back so he could bury his face into my neck as he got closer – and closer –

I squeaked as he shouted against my neck, shooting essence inside me. So warm…I don't want to sound like a slut or anything, but I love it when Len comes inside me. It made me feel completely full and actually loved.

He firmly hugged me against him more, coming inside me a second time and needed something to hold to keep from screaming, probably; he was holding his breath. Feeling him do that made me constrict around him and I became blind as I, too, orgasm again.

I was shocked. Astonished…I couldn't believe it. This had never happened before; I'd never prepared for such a thing.

I shook harshly against him as he let my hoisted up leg down (ah, I'll feel that later – definitely) and I wrapped my legs firmly around his toned waist. We panted against each other, covered in sweat, saliva, and come but extremely…

…happy…

I lazily leaned my head against his shoulder as he leaned us against the door and we just rested there, trying to catch our breath. I wasn't sobbing anymore, but tears were still forming and leaving my eyes even then. He was still inside; both of us still synchronized.

I held onto him as he sniffed, recovering from his slight crying then I was from my full-out sobbing – which was to be expected. It's funny how he cries more than me on a regular basis and yet whenever we were falling off the edge – completely together – I sobbed like a baby and he hardly cried as heavily.

When my vision began to come back into focus and I could see again, he began to lay butterfly kisses near my ear and along my jaw. He was ready to move, it seemed.

I leaned back, he looked at me and we lightly kissed each other – completely exhausted. It was to be expected though. We (more like he) put everything into our love making.

But that…that was just…

I breathed, still shaking terribly. I wasn't used to having two orgasms back to back like that, no matter how much I already loved it. I lightly ran my hand through his slightly tangled hair in the back (my fault, haha) and lightly smiled. A bead of sweat rolled down the side of my face as he nuzzled me lovingly. His hands on my hips shook as well, but we both knew I was having the major affect from our activities.

"I – I," I stammered by accident but quickly got a hold of myself. Damn, can't even talk because you're amazing, Len. "I…don't think I can w-walk."

He lightly nodded and tightened his hold on me. "Y-Yeah, I need a minute…" he trailed for a moment before sighing shakily. "Okay, maybe two."

"I need a week," I lightly joked, making him breathily laugh. "Th-that was amazing."

He nodded in agreement. "Y-you asked for it th-though," he chuckled softly. "At the mercy of my abilities."

"That wasn't just a-ability," I sniffed, looking at him incredulously. "That was p-pure b-b-beastly-ness!"

He smiled widely, got a triumphant gleam in his eye. "R-really?"

"Have you f-forgotten how loud I was?" I shook my head, batting my eye as a tear rolled down my cheek. "I – I screamed, Len. Plus, we came twice. Twice. Look at me," I lifted up my hand, showed him how much it was shaking along with the rest of my body.

His smile softened and his already blush reddened. "A-ah…you're right…guess I got p-pretty ahead of myself again…"

"I…" I breathed, caught my breath again. "I love you…so much…"

"And I you," he mumbled as I felt his muscles tense. All of a sudden, I was being carried – him still inside me and my legs wrapped tightly around his waist. Yeah, we needed to lie down, that was for sure.

I think I passed out for a moment before I felt my back hit the sheets and him suddenly not within me anymore. I opened my eyes a bit, watched him lazily settle down beside me. I smiled when he covered us with my sheets and pull me against him.

"I love you more than anything," he whispered, kissing my forehead – all before we both fell into a deep, deep sleep.

• Len •

I awoke from a nightmare to a dream.

I guess, you know you're a good person when you have nightmares about your sins. It means you conscience is haunting you for your mistake. Although, I wouldn't call the sin I committed a mistake – it was quite intentional – but still…no matter what, it was the wrong thing to do.

I killed him. I killed the man who loved my rose because he was hurting her. Abusing her. Killing her bit by bit. I'm still surprised she survived all that and still had her spirit intact.

Something was changed within her, there was maturity that came. Usually it comes with age – that's for sure – but she became more philosophical than ever. It's interesting to hear about her theories now, even though it's different.

Kale hadn't managed to change her into something else – or something traumatized and depressed. It was the opposite.

Whenever she'd tell me she loved me, she was sincere and I never found myself doubting her…

I had made the right choice in killing him. I had felt a strange pleasure while I was doing it, and that was wrong. But I regret it. I regret it all. It had to be done…but I never liked doing it. Not as much as some psychopath would – or something.

The nightmare was…everything was red. My laugh kept ringing in my ears as my knife kept plunging into him, like I just didn't care. The whole time, as Kale's blood ran and splattered every time I'd pull back my arm before thrusting the knife back inside him. There was more blood…more gore then there had been.

And more laughing. From me.

It would always end when he'd tell me loved her. It always startled me awake in a cold sweat.

Sometimes I wonder how exactly I can still touch her, love her, make-love to her without recoiling back from the fact that Kale had touched her and fucked her and everything else in between. But it's quite obvious that my heart didn't care if I could do what I just did about a couple of hours ago.

I was showing her exactly what true love was, and I think that's what's healing us both. She forgave me for what I did. Never thanked me of course, and thank God she didn't, but forgave me. She would be the only one to forgive me for that. I don't know what is in store for my soul, however.

But I am sorry for what I did, even though it was somewhat the right thing to do. I could've gotten the police; could've sent him to prison for a long time. But what if he got out? What if he'd come to find her again? I couldn't allow that.

And she's my rose. I'll protect her. Me, myself and I. I don't care if I sound stubborn but that's my decision and I'll stay with it until my heart stops beating.

I'm prepared for the haunting. Even if I go to Hell, I will not deny what I did. I am sorry. It wasn't entirely the right thing to do. But if I had to do it again – I would.

Turning away from the snoozing for of my lover, I reached to her nightstand and turned on her lamp. It was a little bit past sunset, so it was dark. When the light came to life, I lied back down.

Ugh, sore…

"Len," I turned to her, looked at her groggy face and smiled.

"Hm?" I asked softly, shifting closer to her and wrapping my arm around her waist.

"What time is it," she asked as I settled my head on her chest. She giggled at the fact I was using her breasts as a pillow.

What, they're soft.

"Eight."

"Oh…well…crap…I wanna sleep some more."

"Don't you want to eat something real quick," I asked, closing my eyes. I was completely comfortable, but I know she's got to be hungry.

"Well now that you asked that," she started before I heard her stomach rumble in confirmation.

I chuckled and slid my head down until her tummy was in my face. I positioned my mouth on her belly-button and blew, making a farting sound. I wiggled my head a little as she squirmed and bellowed a laugh.

I leaned back, looked at where I'd put my mouth and noticed there was a scar there. Her laughing stopped when she noticed me stare at it and tilt my head in slight curiosity.

There were things she didn't know and vice versa. She didn't know how I'd killed Kale, she just knew I'd used that knife I never use anymore. I knew that Kale had abused her…but I don't know how she'd gotten them from him and why. She'd only clued in that he'd used a butcher knife on her back…but the rest of her scars that I was allowed to see…

There were secrets between us, still. Things that we'd done and things that'd happened to us. Sometimes I find her staring at the scar on my forehead and sometimes I'd find myself trying to at least get a peek of the scars on her back…

What would happen if we told each other…these dark secrets?

"Len," she whispered softly, giving me a soft look of disapproval. "I – I don't…"

"No, no, I'm not saying anything," I said as I crawled up and quickly assured her by kissing her. "Nothing at all…"

"I – I mean," she continued to reason though after she lightly kissed me back. "It's not that I don't…want to, it's just – "

"No, don't worry about," I shook my head. "We don't ever need to talk about anything. It doesn't matter…"

Her brows furrowed, gave me an analyzing look before she reached up and brushed back my rumpled bangs. I turned my gaze over to the lamp. I know she's looking at my scar…

"…Who would start this kind of conversation," she asked before letting my bangs fall back over my forehead. I moved my head to the side, got some of my hair out of my face. Ugh, have to get it cut again.

"…You have more to tell," I said. "You were the one who took the most damage imaginable. If you'd like to talk about it, you start it and I'll be there." I leaned down and smiled, looked her in the eye seriously but warm. "You know I will."

She searched my eyes for a second, and I had a small flashback to the night I found out Kale had been abusing her. When she nodded, I pushed it out of my mind; the memory and the feelings that came with it.

"…someday…," she murmured. She round her arms around my neck, pulled me down for an embrace. I buried my face in her neck, closed my eyes and smelled her in. She nuzzled my head with her mouth. "Someday."

Whenever that day comes, I will be there and I will be ready.

After all, I killed your demon, didn't I?

• Rin •

It took us another hour to get out of bed, but when we did, we were both hungry. Or, more like, I was hungrier and he was hungry. Whatever.

I craned my neck around a little, heard it pop and lightly giggled. "Hah, that was a work out," I joked.

He looked over to me as he trotted around, picking up our clothes. He snorted. "You didn't do much."

"That's what made it more wonderful," I grinned before getting up slowly. Argh, my leg. The muscles tensed the more I pushed myself to stand.

Len saw my uncomfortable expression. "Crap," he sighed. "I'm sorry…"

I balanced myself on one foot as I sort of rounded the other, trying to work out the stiffness as much as I could. It would be like this for a while. "No, that was the most greatest position you've ever done," I exclaimed in all honesty and looked up at him.

He was staring at my leg and my whole body, probably just waiting for me to lose balance so he could help. So protective and yet…I found it quite flattering.

"Where did you learn it," I asked, setting my leg down and gave him a questioning look.

He hummed for a moment after checking over me one more time, and turned around to think about it a little. "Uh…I…"

I tilted my head as I watched his body suddenly grow stiff. Like he'd realized something.

"Well," I asked, feeling the need to tap my foot. "It wasn't porn, was it?"

"You know I don't watch that – "

"Not anymore. But still," I huffed and actually did tap my foot.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stood there, not really caring about the fact that I was just standing there with my clothes off and dried come on my thighs.

"Uhh…a doujinshi, I believe," he answered finally, looking over to me with a slight flush on his cheeks.

My face dead panned. "That's still porn."

"Manga porn," he corrected.

I rolled my eyes and shook my head. "Whatever. Whoever drew it was a genius."

He chuckled. "…I'm surprised you can even stand."

"Let me see if I can walk properly," I joked and took a small step forward. I couldn't help but hiss. Argh, yeah, 's pretty tense. "Looks like I'm going to have a limp for a while."

"I'm sorry," he murmured sheepishly, looking at me apologetically. I shook my head again, gave him a warm smile.

"It's nothing I can't handle," I told him, and we both knew that was true.

He opened his mouth to say something, but, unfortunately, my stomach made us both aware of its awaiting needs. He snickered as I snorted and flicked at my flat tummy.

"Tell you what," he said, bending down to pick up his belt. "I'll put these and your sheets in the washer as you take a quick shower. Then we'll make something to eat."

I smiled and limped over to him as fast my limp would allow me. "Thank you." I giggled when he leaned down a little, covering himself with our clothes (since he was naked too) as he gave me a little kiss.

"Love you," he whispered, nuzzled our noses together. I pulled his head down a little and kissed the messy hair on his forehead.

"Love you too."

When the door closed and I was alone, I stared at the place we made-love at and sighed. I'd better take that shower…alone, again.

I just don't want him to see my back. I wanted to do all the mushy stuff couples do – especially the shower stuff – but just knowing that he would see the things that I haven't even seen etched into my back made me very uncomfortable.

I just can't move from it. I'm sure I will someday, but seriously…when is that day going to be? When am I going to begin this extremely deep, and dark, conversation? Weeks, months – even years from now?

I want to know what exactly happened the night Len killed him. I even want him to know how I'd gotten many of my scars. I want him to tell me or show me what's on my back someday…

And most of all, I want to move on. Keeping my sanity was one. Having Len with me, like this – loving me – was another and the biggest one.

The secrets that will haunt me and Len forever will be the last. Especially the things, the very last big thing from Kale, left on my back. Probably the most biggest part left of my abuse.

The scars will stay with me forever. I'll have to get accustomed to them – both of us will – eventually.

Eventually…

B | S

Once we'd both gotten our showers, we made our way to the kitchen with occasionally grumbling stomachs.

"Having sex is like five workouts in one," Len mumbled under his breath as he made his way over to the refrigerator. I snorted in agreement, hoisting myself up onto the kitchen island (even though it sort of hurt) and ran my comb through my hair.

"I wonder if we disturbed the neighbors too much," I wondered out loud, tilting my head.

"Oh, we did alright," Len chuckled. "While you were in the shower, one of them came over. I only had a pair of dirty sweats on and I was just about to take our clothes and your sheets down to the laundry room when he did. Guess what he said."

"You guys made too much noise, yea' damn, horny teenagers," I imitated one of our neighbors, an old, cranky man. Len didn't even look at me to confirm I was correct. He snapped his fingers.

"Wrong."

I actually jumped. What? "Oh shit, not one of the perverted, younger ones."

"Bingo," he smirked over to me and reached up to the freezer and opened it while still standing in front of the opened fridge part. "It was a woman too."

My eyes widened. "And you were shirtless?"

"Yep. You can only imagine how red her face became when I opened the door," he said.

"Oh man," I grumbled and set my comb down. "You do know she's going to be admiring you from now on, right?"

"She's been admiring me ever since we moved in. But yeah, I think it'll be more…intense from now on."

"You sound so comfortable of your body and how women look at it," I grudgingly pointed out.

"You sound jealous," he snorted and looked over to me. He shook his head though and smiled. "Just remember the fact that you're the only one who'll ever appreciate it for its beauty. Plus, she's a pedophile."

"Yeah," I drawled. "And it better stay that way." I was joking; I knew he was being honest. No harm in picking fun.

"Damn it," he sharply stated a second later.

I raised my brow, immediately confused. "You make it seem like it's a bad thing that you can't fuck anyone else."

He stepped back and closed both the freezer and fridge before giving me a firm look. I grinned almost sheepishly as he said matter-of-factly, "One, I don't fuck you, I love you. Two, I didn't say that to what you said."

I giggled. "What is it then," I asked, crossing my legs in question.

"We are out of food." He reached up and scratched the back of his head, slightly blushing. "I was going to go shopping when I got home today but I got distracted."

I couldn't help but throw my head back to let out a triumphant laugh. "Oh, I'm so evil!"

He rolled his eyes. "Looks like we're either going to have to eat out – or go shopping. Take your pick because I don't really care – I just want food, now."

Goodness, and he says I get cranky and ridiculous when I'm hungry; look at him. Grumpy pants. He was cocking his hip to the side with his arms folded over his chest with a pout, for goodness' sake! Wow, it's priceless.

My stomach rumbled and I groaned along with it, leaned over and began to hug it. "Take out, and quick."

"Chinese it is," he bellowed brightly before sliding over to me in his socks and kissing my head. "Your wish is my command."

"My tummy wants Sweet and Sour Chicken with extra rice and six eggrolls," I answered.

"Three."

"Deal." I grumbled, defeated. I had a feeling it wouldn't get any better than that.

"Coming right up my love," he kissed me again before sliding away over to the counter with the phone. "We'll have to go shopping tomorrow, I suppose," he pondered before picking up the phone from the receiver and the phone book.

"I'll make the list," I said brightly, getting down from the island and hobbling out the kitchen to my room for paper.

Hmm, look at us. Look at this…

I stopped in the middle of the hall, right in between our rooms.

It's like…it's like we're married. We talk, laugh, function, make-love, and treat each other like we've been married for years. We're not even married, probably won't for at least another year, and yet here we are, talking about grocery shopping and dinner and making fun of each other's jealous tendencies.

And promising forever…

This is exactly what I've wanted…

But yet, I know there's something I have to do – that we have to do. One last thing, and then we can truly be happy.

And thinking about it and what it means…it…

"Baby," I heard Len call, probably sensing something. We're even so close to where we get intuitive vibes from the other, even if we were miles away. 'Course, I don't even know how long I've been standing in this single spot, looking from my room to his...

"Hey," he was suddenly next to me. I felt his hand run through my hair, making me turn my head to him. When he saw my face, he set his hands on my cheeks with questioning and worried expression. "Rin, what's wrong?"

These secrets, the things that happened to us… uncovering them and setting them out…just the thought…

Scares me…

Well, that was interesting. In fact, that was my first lemon. Was it good enough?

But, anyways :is still blushing from writing it: - ehem, this is going to be a three part story and the last of this mini-series or whatever it is. Unlike "Bloody Roses" the parts are going to long instead of short. But, I'm sure no one has an objection to that, kuku.

The next part shall be up three days from now. Until then, yeah?