Author's Note: Hello! Second story for the 5D's fandom! Personally, I'm shocked that there aren't more stories about the series; I think it's great. Also, I gave Trudge a non-Japanese name, so heads up for that. Please review!
Much love, Princess Kanako x
Title: A Splash of Colour
Author: Princess Kanako
Date Edited: 26/12/14
Disclaimer: I do not own Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's or any of its affiliates; they belong to Kazuki Takahashi
Claimer: I do own Scarlett, a few plot ideas, and any OCs that pop up along the way.
Genre: Drama, Romance, Suspense, Humour.
Summary: Officer Trudge's life was grey, bleak and meaningless. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it. Something bright. Something warm. Something he'd almost forgotten about. A splash of colour. (Previously known as To Trudge Towards The Light)
Christopher Trudge stopped in the foyer of the church. A shaft of late afternoon sunlight shone onto the cool stone like a spotlight, landing on the woman in white and illuminating her in a soft, golden. She was nervously moving the bouquet of trailing vines and red roses from one hand to the other as a bridesmaid adjusted the floor length train of her white gown, humming to herself as she fussed to gather the shimmering satin and lace, arranging it just so behind the bride. Tilting his head to one side, Trudge found himself smiling.
"You look beautiful, Mina," he said thickly, walking toward her slowly. The young woman turned toward him, a wide smile on her face.
"Trudge! I … I'm so nervous. It means so much for you to walk me down the aisle."
Offering her his arm as the notes of the Wedding March began to sound from the church, he managed, "It's no problem, Mina. Ready?"
Taking a deep breath, Mina nodded, and slowly they began the long walk down the stone aisle toward the altar, and the man in her life that would would spend the rest of his days loving her. Not that he really cared any more, Trudge thought to himself later, watching from the first pew as the couple said their vows and exchanged rings. His history with Mina was complicated, and while he privately admitted that he still had feelings for her, he had accepted that they would never work together.
A tiny hand touched his lightly and he looked at the young girl beside him.
"Are you OK?" Luna whispered softly, her golden eyes dark with concern. The barely perceptible nod of his head was her answer and though he saw the doubt in her eyes, she nodded herself that she understood and turned her attention back to the couple lighting the unity candle at the altar.
Trudge was about to slip outside the small reception when Akiza spotted him and came hurrying over.
"Trudge! I was looking for you! This is a perfect place for a wedding reception. It was so generous of you to hook this up for her." Her eyes were sympathetic. "How are you holding up?" she asked shrewdly, her brown eyes sliding over his tired face.
"Glad it passes your judgement, Akiza," he said dryly. "And I'm fine."
Trudge's voice was mild, but she sensed the tiredness behind it. Two pairs of eyes met in a battle of wills, and Trudge was the first to look away.
"You look tired, Trudge. I can stay longer, if you need me."
"No, Akiza, I'm fine. I … It was good to have you here," he said simply, words failing him.
"All you have to do is ask, Trudge."
Pushing her name-sake hair behind her ear, Scarlett whistled and waited to hear an answering bark from her two four-legged companions. Standing at the top of the embankment, she held her breath, squinting her eyes to see the two dark shapes down on the sand below. Impatiently, she whistled again, all her attention on the sand some 10 feet down from where she stood. At last, she heard Vi's deep bark of concern, but there was no indication that the rowdy 9-month-old mixed breed puppy Rosie was with her.
With a sigh, Scarlett scrambled down the wet grass, her hand going into the pocket of her hoodie. As her fingers closed around the six or so dog biscuits, she pushed aside thoughts of the creepy crawly things that could be lurking in the dark grass.
Trudge heaved a sigh of relief as he got into his car, pushing his hand through his hair.
Though he felt emotionally exhausted from the events of the day, the last thing he wanted to do was return to the empty apartment. The apartment where he had once dreamed of bringing Mina to - as his wife.
Love of mine, someday you will die,
But I'll be close behind,
I'll follow you into the dark,
No blinding light, or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
The eerily glowing numbers on the dash read 11:46. The acoustic guitar and voice echoed from the speakers in the car, the plaintive melody and melancholy words seemingly at one with the heavy mist beginning to settle in and Trudge flipped on the windshield wipers as he waited at a stoplight. A movement caught his eye off to his left and he glanced toward the sidewalk on the opposite side of the street. He thought he saw the shape of a person fall head first down the embankment that led down to the beach. Habit took over and he drove quickly over and parked on the wrong side of the street.
Getting out of the car, he glanced up and down the empty street, wondering if his eyes had deceived him. The heavy mist was soaking slowly through his suit and he felt its wetness against his face. Quickly, he turned and headed for the spot where he had seen the shadow tumble over. Peering down, he imagined he saw something running on the sand, but it was too low to the ground to be a person. Probably a deer or someone's stray dog, he thought, squinting into the darkness. Just as he was about to turn back towards his car, his eyes caught another movement, this time accompanied by a shrill whistle. Straining his eyes, he tried to make out who or what was down there.
Scarlett whistled again, her ears alert for some sign that Vi and Rosie were nearby. The heavy mist was soaking through her sweatshirt, causing it to cling uncomfortably to her bare skin beneath. Swiping at the wet bangs that were sticking to her forehead and catching in her eyelashes, Marguerite let out a yelp of fright as she stubbed her toe on something in the sand.
"Violet, where ARE you?" she called out, then let out a sigh of relief. From the darkness to her left she heard the jingling of the big dogs' tags. As the sound grew nearer, Scarlett put her hands out, using them to locate the dog in the thick darkness as Violet hurtled up beside her.
"Hey you!" Scarlett's voice was reproving. "You were NOT supposed to run off. And you've been in the water!" she groaned as the soaking wet animal pressed herself against her denim clad thigh. "Ugh! Vi, you know better than that!" she scolded softly, her fingers locating the ring on the dogs collar and quickly clipping the leash to it.
"One down, one to go. Rosie! Where are you? Rosie!"
Trudge had made it down the slippery embankment, but he suspected his dress shoes were ruined beyond repair. His small, but powerful flashlight he held lit up the empty beach.
"Hello?" he called out, waiting a moment for an answer to indicate the direction he needed to move in.
"Rosie? Come here, girl!"
Carefully, Scarlett stepped hesitantly forward, Vi's leash firmly in her hand.
"I have a treat for you, Rosie. Come here, girl."
Scarlett had seen the light appear some yards ahead of her and she hesitated, considering her options. Her brother's reminder that "Domino wasn't Doone" rang in her ears, causing the hair to stand up on the back of her neck when she heard the voice calling out in the darkness again. The bobbing light was coming closer.
"So, Violet, what do you think? Can we trust this guy?"
The big black Labrador looked toward the light, her large ears pricked as she listened carefully. Then she sat down beside Scarlett, her eyes never leaving the steadily approaching light. Shivering, partly from the fear that was beginning to set in and partly from the dampness that was chilling her to the bone, Scarlett tried to scan the murky blackness for some sign of her wayward puppy. Was that a splash she just heard? Scarlett held her breath, her situation forgotten for the moment. There it was again!
"Ma'am, you shouldn't be out here!"
The husky voice nearby startled her. Scarlett glanced toward it quickly, the raspy timbre of it sending little shivers down her spine. The splashes were louder now and without thinking, Scarlett held out Vi's leash to the tall stranger with the flashlight.
"That's Rosie! Hold this for me. Be right back."
Trudge found himself with a leash in his hand as the woman disappeared out of his light and toward the water. A large, wet mass pressed into his legs, taking him by surprise. His flashlight revealed a pair of golden eyes staring calmly up at him.
To be continued...