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Second Chances	By : demonsangel Category: M through R > Red Eye Views: 3289 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Red Eye, any characters from it nor any of the ideas behind it. I also do not own Kaori Yuki who is referenced later on. I am making no money what so ever with this story, it is purely for fun.

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It was dark.

Jackson looked around slowly, trying to see around him, listening carefully as he tried to figure out where he was. He was outside—in what looked like some sort of forest. Lights could be seen in the distance; he guessed it was some sort of city. The night air was cool against his skin, a faint breeze rustling the leaves above him and he could just barely make out the faint twinkling of stars.

Suddenly, the peace of the night was shattered as a shot rang out, the bullet barely missing his head and embedding itself in a nearby tree. Jackson took off in the opposite direction, not bothering to look behind him as shouts rang out.

“He’s over there! Get him!”

The sound of feet pounding after him was soon heard, followed by more shots. Pain ripped through his body as one bullet grazed his leg, but he didn’t stop; instead, he began running faster, praying he wouldn’t trip. The sound of his pursuers was getting closer.

“Jackson!” one yelled out. In his panic, he began to weave in and out of trees, hoping to lose them.

Then it happened—his foot caught on a hidden root, causing him to fly forward, hitting the ground with a dull thud. “Fuck!” As he tried to get up, someone grabbed him and began shaking him violently. He struggled but it was no use; they raised their gun, pressing it to his head.

“Goodbye, Jackson,” they said, laughing cruelly as they pulled the trigger.

Jackson flew forward, his head connecting with something hard causing stars to explode in front of his eyes as he sat up. He felt hands on his shoulders, holding him in place and thrashed violently, trying to free himself.

“Jackson—Jackson! It’s okay... calm down!”

His eyes snapped open, his vision clearing as he realized who was holding onto him.

“Raea…” He panted. She nodded faintly, a bruise already forming under her left eye where his head had connected with her cheek.

“It’s okay, Jackson. You were just having a bad dream. You’re safe,” she let go of his shoulders as he looked around the room. He was in a large bed, probably a queen size. The room was fairly dark with just enough light peaking around the shades for him to see. Directly across the room from the bed was a dresser, the wood a deep brown. A nightstand sat on either side of the bed with a lamp on each one. There was a large window to his right and a door leading out on his left near the dresser. There was another door next to the nightstand on his left and a third beside the dresser next to the window.

“Where am I?” he asked, his eyes coming to rest on Raea again. She was wearing an old faded t-shirt and what looked to be like a pair of pajama shorts. Did he wake her? He wondered briefly. She tilted her head to the side faintly; something he assumed was probably a habit of hers, along with that faint humming sound she’d make now and then.

“You’re at my home. I brought you here last night, remember?” His brow furrowed as he thought back. He remembered being at the warehouse and then her intervening in his torment and driving away in her car.

Slowly, he remembered being partially woken up a bit later as she had helped him in the house. She had taken him to a room and had helped him into bed, carefully removing his clothes and leaving him in his boxers. As he fell back asleep he had remembered feeling her come back over and start to wipe his body with a damp cloth, carefully treating his wounds, including the one she’d caused on his shoulder. His hand reached up absently and found a small bandage over the bite. “What time is it?”

           She shrugged again. “Half past noon, I think. You were pretty tired.” He just nodded.

            After a few more minutes she stood, heading towards the door. “You should shower and get dressed. The bathroom's through there.” She pointed to the door on his right.

“I threw your old clothes away,” she continued. “They were beyond repair. You can borrow some from the closet. They will probably be too big, but it’s the best I can do. There are clean towels and such in the bathroom. Come on out when you’re done. I’m going to start breakfast.” He just scowled and ignored her, still mad at being her “slave.” She didn’t seem to pay any mind though, and just walked out the door, closing it quietly behind her to give him some privacy.

After she was gone, he sat there for a few minutes, looking around again. The room itself looked to be some sort of sage green; all the wood was dark. The sheets on the bed were a navy blue and the light quilt looked handmade. There were a few paintings on the wall, all nature scenes. All in all it was pretty nice—it could work for either sex.

He finally got up, groaning as his body protested the movement, and headed into the bathroom. Flipping on the light switch, he squinted slightly while his eyes adjusted to the bright light. The bathroom was also done in shades of green—a deep, almost forest green covered the walls. The towels and small rug were a lighter, leafy green. The counter was made of what looked like a green tinted marble as well. There was a large claw foot tub against one wall and a small window above it.

            He didn’t bother to look in the mirror, knowing he must look like shit. He wasn’t sure he wanted to see anyway. With a sigh, he looked around and found some different soaps and shampoos, including some for children, as well as other toiletries. He selected a few and set them on the provided shelf above the tub. After relieving himself, he stepped into the shower, pulling the curtain closed and turning on the water.

Almost as soon as the water hit him, he started to feel better. It had been a long time since he’d been allowed a shower, even longer since it was hot. The heat of the water slowly began to soothe his sore muscles as he began to wash, wincing occasionally when his hands passed over particularly sore spots. He knew he had at least a few broken ribs.

            As the last of the filthy, red-tinted water rushed down the drain, he stepped out, toweling off. He picked up his boxers and scowled in disgust at the filthy material. There was no way he was putting those back on. He wrapped the towel around his waist and deposited them in the trash as he left the bathroom and made his way to the closet to see what he could find.

He was amazed at the amount of men’s clothing in there. Then again, there were items for a child as well. Also male from the looks of it. Did she have a family? Was this her husband’s room? He hadn’t noticed a ring or heard anything about Wolf having a husband, or even a child. And something like that would have surely been gossip worthy—especially in his business.

Former business, he reminded himself, frowning faintly. With a shrug, he began to look around for something that he could wear.

            When he finally came out, Rae was in the kitchen, her back to him as she worked at the stove. He could smell the bacon she was making and hear it sizzling in the pan. The empty egg shells beside her and the bowl of batter giving away that she was also making pancakes and eggs. Her hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, and he noticed that there were red streaks through it. Her neck was clearly exposed and he thought about how easy it would be to sneak over there and snap it. Or maybe strangle her to death. Before he could precede much further she shifted faintly, not yet turning around.

            “I don’t drink coffee, but there’s tea if you want some. The milk and juice is in the fridge. Food will be ready in a minute.” His stomach growled loudly at the mention of food but he ignored it, choosing instead to take a step towards her, irritated that she’d known he was there.

A low growl sent shivers running up and down his spine, stopping him in his tracks. Turning around, he saw the reason for her peculiar question the night before. Lying in the corner next to the dining room table was a very large dog—and he did not look too happy, his fur standing up faintly, teeth bared.

Shit, Jackson thought as the dog slowly got to its feet.

            Rae turned around then, setting a large plate of pancakes and eggs on the counter beside him, doing the same with the bacon.

“Oh hush you,” she said, looking at the dog, which instantly quieted and lay back down. “Don’t mind him. Cujo’s not very friendly before breakfast.” She told him as she made a plate for herself and motioning for him to do the same.

“What the hell is he? That thing's huge!” Jackson asked, refusing to move.

“Hmm? Oh, that. He’s 3/4 wolf ¼ German shepherd. A former police dog actually.” She answered, sitting down at the table.

Jackson stared at her like she was nuts. “And where exactly did you get him from?” She just chuckled.

“A shelter,” she said. “When his previous owner died, his family took him, but they neglected him and he became very mean. The shelter couldn’t handle him but decided to put him up for adoption one last time marking him as a ‘special needs’ dog. I couldn’t let them put him down. So I brought him home. His name wasn’t always Cujo. It used to be Jessie. But the shelter wasn’t given any details about him and named him Cujo because of his behavior. Took some digging to find anything out.” She smiled. “Food won’t stay warm forever, you know.”

Jackson glared at her but finally made himself a plate, grabbing some juice from the fridge. “And he just listened to you. Just like that, huh.” He continued glaring at her as he sat down, his tone sarcastic. She snorted then, tossing Cujo a piece of bacon which he caught easily.

“Hell no. Took me a month just to be able to open the crate without him trying to bite me. Took forever to get him to this point.” She reached down and hugged him as he licked her face, tail wagging before getting up and filling his bowl. “Here you are grouchy. You two should get along perfectly. You’re both irritable in the morning.” She smiled down at the dog as she put his bowl down.

He just sneezed and shook his head as if to disagree with her before turning his attention to his own breakfast. She laughed at that. A real laugh, not just a faint chuckle, and Jackson had to admit, he liked the sound of it. He scowled deeper and quickly shook his head, trying to dismiss the idea as he began to shove food in his mouth, barely glancing up as what he assumed to be the front door flew open.

“I smell food!” A small girl, barely 5’4” bolted into the room making a bee-line for the kitchen, not even bothering to close the door. She looked to be about 19. Her dyed blonde hair flew behind her as her green eyes widened in delight as she saw the pancakes, racing towards them.

“Pancakes!” she shouted, quickly grabbing for one but dropping it with a yelp, her fingers quickly making their way to her mouth. “Owie… that’s hot.” She pouted, lip quivering. Jackson just stared at her like she was an idiot.

“Kemui Chugi Ito!” Rae scolded, hands on her hips. “How many times have I told you to take your shoes off in my house? And close the damn door. Honestly, how you can call yourself Japanese with those manners is beyond me.” She scowled.

Kemui glanced up at her, grinning sheepishly. “Sorry Rae,” she mumbled around her fingers as she made her way over to the door, closing it quickly and removing her shoes, only to lose her balance and fall over in the process, spilling art supplies from her messenger bag all over the floor. Rae sighed and shook her head. “And use a fork. Not your fingers.”

“Stupid girl,” Jackson muttered to himself as he returned to his food. A faint whimper came from the girl who had up until that point been gathering her supplies hurriedly so she could return to those delicious pancakes which she knew Rae put rice in to stretch the batter. Jackson ignored it.

Rae looked over at the girl and groaned softly. “Damn it Jackson!” She hissed at him quietly as Kemui’s eyes went wide, large tears beginning to form.

“I’m not stupid! You’re mean, you baka!” She shouted at him as she began to cry. Rae groaned louder at the sound of her piercing wails. Rae quickly took in her strange outfit of the day: a red Lolita dress with white frills, black trim and ribbons.

Beside her was a matching parasol and what looked like a sort of maid’s bonnet with red roses on her head. Despite the black cat with bright green eyes stretched out across her shoulders and the white lab coat she was wearing, Rae knew where it was from.

“Hey Kemui, is that one of the the dress’s Mary Weather Hargreaves wears from God Child?” she asked casually. “It’s really cute.”

Almost instantly, the crying stopped as Kamui’s ever expressive eyes lit up, a smile quickly forming. “It is! I absolutely love that series,” she gushed quickly as she got up once more. This time she managed to grab her pancakes without burning herself and sat down at the table, sending a pointed glare at Jackson, who simply rolled his eyes and looked at Rae.

“God Child is part of a graphic novel series written and illustrated by Kaori Yuki. Kemui loves anime,” she explained. Jackson just snorted but refrained from calling her childish for fear of being subjugated to even more ear splitting wails.

Rae stood as she finished her food and picked up her plate, taking it to the kitchen and placing it in the sink. She then brought back the remaining eggs and bacon which she offered to Jackson, who quickly took it before the girl across from him could inhale it as fast as she was inhaling the pancakes.

After the plates were empty, she went to the sink and got ready to wash them. Blinking, she realized she was out of dish soap and went to the storage closet nearby to get more. She scowled when it was out of reach, and the stool she usually used nowhere to be seen and muttered.

“Damn you Mitch. So not funny. Hey, Jackson?” She looked over at him. “Could you get that down for me? I can’t reach.” She added the last part with a scowl, hating how short she was.

            Jackson growled in irritation but got up and grabbed it anyway, shoving it into her hands. So it begins, he thought to himself.

“Here,” he spat. “Anything else, master?” He glared.

Rae just raised a brow and gave him a funny look. “Don’t call me that. And if there was anything else I would have asked.” She stated, turning around and returning to the dishes. “Thank you by the way.”

He just snorted and finished his breakfast, glaring at Kemui when he caught her eyeing his plate hungrily.

“Aw come on,” she purred. “Can’t you share with a pretty girl?” His glare darkened as he pulled his plate closer. She shrunk back in her seat with a soft eep when she caught his look, quickly finishing her pancakes and taking the plate over to the sink.

“He’s scary, Rae,” she whispered.

Rae just chuckled, taking her plate. “Jackson had a bad night. Just leave him be and you’ll be fine, hun. Did you come here to use my studio again or were you wanting some more martial arts lessons?”

Kemui looked thoughtful. “Both actually.” She said with a smile. “But go easy on me this time. I was sore for weeks after the last time.”

Rae just laughed fully again. “I did go easy on you. I told you you’d be sore.”

Kemui just pouted for a minute before smiling again. “I’m going to go draw now. Can I use your easel?”

Rae nodded. “Use whatever you like.”

The younger girl squealed and hugged her tightly before racing out of the kitchen and up a set of stairs to Rae’s studio.

Jackson brought his dishes over and dropped them into the sink, splashing Rae who barely seemed to notice. “Studio?” He inquired.

Rae nodded. “Yes. I have an art studio upstairs. As well as a music room and personal library. This floor contains the main living quarters. Living room, kitchen, my room, two guest bedrooms and a separate bathroom. The floor below, which is slightly below ground, holds the garage, dojo/gym and laundry room.”

She motioned to a set of metal doors. “The elevator is old, but it still works. It will take you to any floor, including the roof. While you're here I will ask that you leave your shoes at the door, pick up after yourself, and please don’t go in my room without permission. You’re welcome to use pretty much any other room. You can have the guest room you were in last night.”

He snorted and walked away. “Why the hell would I want to go into your room.” It wasn’t really a question, just a rhetorical comment. Rae just rolled her eyes and continued what she was doing.

Jackson went to the living room and stopped short, amazed and disgusted at all the garbage and mess lying about. The living room itself would have been very nice. The walls were covered in shelves full of books. A bay window sat between them on one wall a small stone fireplace tucked kiddy corner a short distance away from it. The curtains were drawn back to let in the light, giving a stunning view of the forest outside. The seat was a rich cherry wood with a white suede cushion covering it, with two red, almost burgundy square pillows on either side of the window seat.

The curtains were the same deep red. A large entertainment center sat against the wall across from him, a flat screen TV in one of its nooks, and a large stereo system in another. On top sat two pictures, each holding a separate couple, both hand drawn. In front of them a katana sat on a stand with two candles in front of it along with an incense holder. It looked like some sort of shrine to him. Next to it was what appeared to be a rice paper door. In front of the entertainment center was a small coffee table and in front of that, the back to him was a white suede couch that could easily fit three large people.

Two more red pillows were sitting on one side, a red blanket bunched up at the other. All the wood was cherry. It would have been an impressive sight if it weren’t such a mess. Beer and soda cans littered every surface, empty chip bags and used condoms covered the floor. The floor itself was covered in muddy shoe prints that had been smeared around.

He jumped faintly when Rae suddenly appeared beside him, groaning loudly. “It doesn’t normally look like this. Mitch was supposed to be watching the place while I was gone, not trashing it. This is the first time I’ve been back in a few months.”

She sighed and just got to work, swiping things into a trash bag in her hand and picking up the used condoms as if it were nothing, far too used to it by now to care, though she still used a paper towel to do so.

Jackson flopped down on the couch once it was clear of trash, not even bothering to offer to help. He was surprised when she didn’t tell him to do it himself. As he watched her he realized that the rest of the house had probably looked like this as well, having seen several bags of trash near the elevator door.

He took in her tired appearance and it suddenly dawned on him. “Did you sleep at all last night?”

She just shook her head with another tired sigh. “No. I’ve been cleaning. I can’t stand all this filth in my house. It’s disgusting.” She scowled, picking up yet another condom and mumbling. “When I get a hold of that bastard I’m going to nails his balls to a bloody tree.”

Despite her reputation, Jackson had a feeling she wasn’t really serious, though he had no doubt that whoever Mitch was, he was still going to be in trouble. After a few minutes of watching her, he sighed and took the bag from her and started picking up the rest of the trash and straightening things, not saying anything. He figured he owed her that much. Rae just tilted her head and went to the kitchen, coming back moments later with a pan of soapy water and a rag. Getting on her hands and knees she began to clean the floor.

He stopped cleaning and watched her for a few seconds. “Why don’t you just use a mop?” He inquired.

“Don’t own one,” she responded.

He looked at her like she was nuts. “So why not get one? It’s easier.”

She paused and looked up at him, smiling faintly. “True, but mops just spread germs and don’t clean as well. This way, I can make sure everything is clean, and when I’m done all I have to do is wash the rag and I know there’s no more lingering germs.” She took in his appearance for the first real time.

His hair was dark brown and pretty shaggy from lack of care, and his eyes were a beautiful crystal blue. His face was no longer as swollen as it had been the night before but the bruises were still there, and would be for days to come, standing out in sharp contrast to his pale skin. It was clear he had shaved as there wasn’t a trace of stubble.

Her gaze traveled lower. He was naturally thin but at the moment was even more so due to lack of food. The shirt he was wearing hung off him like it would a child who was wearing their father’s shirt. The pants weren’t much better, only staying up due to a belt he had found.

He smirked as he watched her scrutinizing him. “You’re staring,” he stated.

Her eyes came back up to meet his, but instead of the embarrassment he was looking for, he saw amusement. Then she chuckled again, just like last time and his anger quickly rose.

“Mitch’s clothes are really baggy on you, Jack.” She said with a smile as she finished up the floor. “We’ll have to get you some that actually fit soon.”

At the mention of his shortened name his eyes flashed. “Don’t call me that.” He ground out, hands fisted at his side.

She looked confused for a minute before nodding and picking up the pan of dirty water. “Whatever,” she said as she walked away, dumping the water in the sink and rinsing the pan.

Jackson silently raged as he watched her, completely missing her comment about getting him new clothes. He watched as Rae gathered the bags of trash and placed them in the elevator before disappearing into her room and coming back with a basket of laundry. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” He snorted.

“I won’t,” he growled. Rae just climbed into the elevator and pressed one of the buttons.

After the doors had closed Jackson closed his eyes and took a deep breath. After a few seconds he let it out and turned to the front door, catching a glimpse of Kemui near the stairs that led to the second floor.

Ignoring her, he opened what he thought was the front door and blinked when he came to a small room. There was a step down into it, and shoes were set against the wall, including his. A few coat hooks were placed above them.

Across from him was another door. Opening it, he found himself outside. Looking around, he saw that it too was a mess. Trash and animal waste was everywhere. “Looks like Mitch was here too.” He smirked, enjoying the thought of Rae having to clean this as well. Slipping on his shoes he stepped outside.

The lawn itself was long and untrimmed but a healthy green, to the right of him, in one corner of the yard was a pond with a small waterfall. A fish of some sort broke the surface briefly before disappearing once more. A stone bench sat beside it. The pond was surrounded by what looked like cherry blossom trees which were in full bloom. The trees created the look of a small grove. A path of stepping stones placed in the grass led from the house to what he could only guess was yet more stairs. The house had the look of a Japanese pagoda. A low porch wrapped around the sides, though there wasn’t any kind of railing.

Flower beds were placed along the edge of the yard to his left and around a large oak that sat in the middle of the grass. There was no fence but it was clear where the yard ended and the forest began. The forest was made up of mostly old oak and ash trees, which was common for this area. There wasn’t another house in sight. Apparently, she either liked her privacy or was just a big nature girl. Jackson suspected it was a bit of both.

Making his way down the path Jackson came to a large set of stone steps that had been built right into the side of the hill they were on. They were old and cracked, with moss growing in places, but still clearly taken care of. Jackson snorted. This place was looking more and more like a house from some travel magazine that had focused on Japan that month. As he made his way down the stairs Jackson smirked. This was too easy. Soon he’d be free again.

About halfway down he saw something that stopped him cold. At the bottom of the stairs, a few yards away, two men were leaning casually against some of the trees. He recognized them as some of Gaunshtien’s men. It was obvious they had seen him as they were smirking up at him but they didn’t move.

Jackson quickly turned around and returned to the house, shutting the door quickly behind him, his breath coming in gasps from moving so fast. Once safely inside he became angry again. Damn Gaunshtien for doing this to him. And damn Rae too. He went over to the couch and sat down again, snatching up the remote. Pressing down hard on the buttons he turned on the TV.

Kemui came over while he was glaring at some program on the screen. “You’re not supposed to have your shoes on in the house.” He quickly sat up and yanked them off, throwing them at her in his rage. Kemui bolted, racing for the elevator. Once the door was closed he flopped back, arms across his chest as he resumed trying to burn a whole through the TV screen with his eyes.

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Chapter 2. Hope you enjoyed it. ^^ Chapter 2 written 7/27/10 Baka - jerk/idiot
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