Here it is, the somewhat edited version of my most successful (and controversial) fic! I'm hoping I can finish this, but as long as I have your support, I should get this done…eventually.
No Turning Back
Chapter 1: A Cry For Help
"Come out, come out, wherever you are!" his voice echoed throughout the floating island. He heard her giggling not too far away from where he was standing. Knuckles could barely see the sun through the tall and grassy fields. His batgirl companion's smooth and stealthy moves couldn't outsmart him this time. He knew the way of the island much more than she could ever process. After seeing a glint of her dress in his peripheral vision, he knew exactly where she was heading.
He made his way to her new hiding place before she could realize it. Knux could now see the ruffled hem of the dress he bought her. It was a baby blue knee-length one-piece with an azure floral pattern, which was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Her back was facing him as her bare feet glided smoothly with the wind. She shrieked in surprise when she bumped into him, which sent her falling to the ground. She sighed sadly in defeat as she felt the soft dirt against the back of her dress. "Oh great, I ruined it." she huffed as she crossed her arms. "I should've seen this coming."
He held out a hand to help her up. As she took it, he replied, "All I see is perfection." He gazed into her calming aqua eyes that constantly left him with a floating feeling, whether they were on Angel Island or Station Square. He wasn't the type of person that could express his feelings in a heartbeat, so it took all of his strength to continue speaking.
"Rouge, I can't explain the way I feel right now. It's been so hard to put it in words since I met you." He never let go of her hand as she stood before him. "The only thing I know is that I want to share my life with you... forever..." He rested himself on one knee, partly because he felt so inferior to her. His next few words flowed easy like the waterfall nearby. "Marry me, Rouge..."As he said those words, his vision of her started to blur, from her trembling feet to the flower behind her ear. Then everything faded slowly into oblivion…
Knuckles started calling her name in his sleep as his dream faded. He tossed and turned in the bed they shared, causing her to awaken. When Rouge saw him subconsciously suffering, she rested her soft hands on his broad shoulders and called to him numerous times before he opened his eyes. "Are you alright?" she asked with concern.
"Yeah..." he replied hesitantly while his eyes were fixed on her. He had to concentrate on the ceiling in order to bring himself back to reality. After a few seconds, he slipped his arms around her waist, pulling her warm body closer to his, and kissed her deeply. As soon as he broke the kiss, he saw the meaning of this new day. "Happy anniversary, baby." he whispered softly.
She gave a pleasurable sigh before kissing him back, competing with his previous move. "Happy anniversary, sexy." she replied.
He gave her a playful smirk as his hands massaged her thighs. "Wow, I can't believe it's been a year..." he sighed before he put his hands behind her back as he rested his head on her shoulder.
"I can. We've practically been in this bed for a year." she joked as she wrapped her arms across his upper back. They shared a warm embrace for a long time before she let go and got out of bed and headed for the closet.
He pouted as she began to put her clothes on. "Hey, I thought we were supposed to spend the day together."
He could hear the sound of hangers clashing together as she replied, "We are. I just need to take care of a few things." She came out in a body-hugging red shirt with a short black skirt.
"Okay, but what's with the outfit?" he asked suspiciously.
"Well, I have to look nice for our special day, don't I?" she asked as she grabbed her purse and cell phone. "I'll be back in a few hours. Call if you need me."
"I need you now. Can't you run errands tomorrow?" he asked while slightly annoyed.
"I'll be back before you know it. Plus, my job is at stake if I don't go." she explained.
"I guess I'll go do a few things while you're gone." he sighed sadly while getting out of bed.
She walked up to him and kissed him again while cupping his face in her hands. "You know that I would give anything to spend time with you, which is why I'm doing this now. No interruptions later, I promise, okay?"
"Alright." he agreed. "See ya."
"Bye." she called as she left him alone in their room and made her way down the stairs.
He went to his dresser and pulled out some khaki pants and a nice white shirt. Thanks to Rouge, they still smelled as if they came from the dryer, even though they were washed weeks ago. He felt so relaxed when he thought about her, until the thought of their anniversary crossed his mind. He began to panic as his mind went blank thinking of something special he could do.
After pacing back and forth for a few seconds, he stopped and looked into the mirror on top of his dresser and spotted the picture of him, Sonic, and Shadow in the gay nightclub a few months back. He shook his head and smiled at his two good friends. It had been a little less than a year since he found out that they were more than just friends. He still respected them regardless because they still helped him when he was in need, and this was one of those times. He took out his cell and dialed their number, with four rings following. Before he could hang up, he heard their answering machine pick up.
"Hey, this is Sonic..."
"And the ultimate. We're not available right now, so—"
"Probably because we're too busy staying in..."
"If you get our drift..."
Knux sighed, "Those freaky bastards." as the message continued with Sonic's cheerful voice.
"Just leave your name, number, and a message, so we can respond to you ASAP."
"Or whenever we feel like it."
The message ended with a beep, which gave Knux the cue to speak. "Hey guys, this is Knux. Um, I've got an anniversary crisis and I need your help. As soon as you're available, call me back, okay? Bye."
He closed his phone and sighed again. They were the only help he knew of, which sent him into a panic. Before he could start pacing again, a small piece of paper on the floor caught his eye. He quickly picked it up and examined it. Seven numbers were scribbled in a neat pattern. He rolled his eyes when he realized whose number it belonged to.
Sky took a deep breath and sighed at the darkness between his closed eyes and the unseen world around him. The cool breeze played with his smooth red dreadlocks as he sat in front of a willow tree that shaded him from the bright sun. His dark blue eyes held more than the average eye could see. If it weren't for the white star surrounding his left eye, he would've been mistaken for Knuckles more than usual. He had a leaner build and his sexual preference was the exact opposite of Knux's.
He met Knuckles several months ago, and he was attracted to him ever since. Even though he knew Knux didn't feel the same, he would still hit on him once in a while. Whenever he was alone like this, his thoughts would drift back to him. Sometimes he'd curse himself for doing it and tried to get himself to accept the fact that they would only be friends and nothing more.
Friends? He hadn't heard from him in weeks. What kind of friend would do that? It didn't matter; he just had to forget about him. Before he had the chance to attempt it for one last time, his cell phone rang. This freaked him out, but he answered it anyway.
"Hello?" he asked in a dull tone.
"Hey, did someone have a bad hook-up last night?" the familiar voice joked over the phone.
"Knuckles?" Sky asked, his eyes brightening at his deep voice.
"Yeah, it's me." he confirmed. "I just wanted to ask you a favor."
"Why did it seem like every fantasy of his would start with that question?" he thought, but answered with his subconscious reply: "Sure, anything."
"Um, it's been exactly a year since Rouge and I have been together, and I have no idea what I'm going to do to celebrate."
"So, you need my help." Sky smirked.
"Yes, I do. Where are you?"
"I'm in Twinkle Park."
"Okay, just meet me out front in a few minutes and then we can go from there."
"Cool, I'll see you there!" Sky was too excited to say goodbye to him before closing his phone.
Rouge walked casually into the dark room. There was a strong scent of smoke, but she was used to it by now. She welcomed it as she saw the shadowed figure leaning against the back wall. "What took so long?" he asked.
"I've got an anniversary today, sweetheart." she replied.
"And you still have time for me? Now that's my kind of girl," he commented. "Come here."
She obeyed and came as close to him as possible. Now she was the one against the wall. He kissed her aggressively, which made her forget about everything. He worked his way through her shirt and caressed her breasts. She giggled at his touch and began to work the belt buckle on his jeans. He gave her a smirk as they fell to the floor and began to slip his other hand up her skirt, working his way inside her. She gasped and moaned as she felt his every move, feeling pleasure and pain at the same time. He used his hand to support her back as she slid to the floor, trembling as his other hand left her skirt. The stilettos she wore worked her calves as she brought her knees closer to her as she spread her legs, ready for him. Her screams clouded her thoughts as he brought her home...