Part Two

...the smoke slowly spirals upward from the wreck. The constant leaking of the petrol travels through the still air, as the rain has now died off. Miaka's eyes flicker open. All she sees is the cracked windscreen infront of her. The stabbing pain in her head makes her cringe and she attempts to turn her body towards Kyo. She can't see him. She is alone. Miaka gathers up enough strength to undo the buckle of her seatbelt. Her hands tremble as she finally hears the click of the belt coming apart, and she lets it slide through her hands, as it releases. Her next task would be to climb through the shattered window. She struggles to bring her knees up closer to her body, they seem to be lodged beneath the dashboard, in a panic Miaka starts to plead for Kyo's help, where ever he may be. Hearing no response from her love, she tilts her head to the side and begins to cry. "Kyo.....Kyo," she whimpers as she tries to wiggle her feet free from the death grips of the car. "Kyyooo," she pleads, louder this time. "Please, please, come back." Her cries go unheard as she gets angry and punches the dashboard with her fist, in a desperate effort to come untangled from the wreck. Then she hears it, a faint murmur in the still winter night. "Kyo?" she questions, with a glitter of hope that made her heart pound even faster, "Kyo, Kyo, is that you?" Silence. Her eyes flicker over to the broken side mirror, as she scans the surroundings, hoping to see Kyo coming for her. But she only sees the shattered image of the edge of the highway and the gentle fall of snowflakes which are now settling all around her. Miaka's hope drains away and she sits, perfectly still, waiting to die. Waiting for deaths cold shadow to embrace her and take her away, perhaps to be with Kyo, where ever he has ended up. She feels a snowflake fall on her bare arm, she flicks it off and goes back to her frozen image. Suddenly she hears chatter. She lifts her head and squints, trying to make out what the voices are saying... "Robin, it's just not a good look for me. I mean, I have nice legs and all, so I suit spandex. But you just look like a flat-chested girl, is all I'm saying." "Hey, Batman, don't flatter yourself. You look like a smurfing smurf. Anyway, you're not the first superhero to wear tights, look at Superman - now HE"S a good looking smurf!" "Don't even bother Robin, he's straight and he goes out with that smurfette Louis." "Would you two both shut the smurf up? I have to listen to this smurf all the smurfing time, just give it up already!" "Geez Spiderman, lighten up" "Yeah, you're right Robin. Spiderman, you're WAY to smurfing serious. Hey...what the?" Batman's gaze rests upon the car wreck, and the young japanese girl in the front seat, possibly unconscious. "Oh my, well I didn't expect this on my evening stroll. I better handle it," states Robin as he begins to strut forward, all high and mighty. But Batman grabs his shoulder, "No way, I'll take care of this, this is a job for a smurf, not some whinny-assed cry baby like yourself." "Hey Batman, I've had my arse kicked many times, but that really hurt. You don't know much about not hurting people's feelings," says Robin as he pouts and crosses his arms. "Oh harden up smurfette, you know you smurfing fight like a smurfing girl, whereas I kick THE arse," gloats Batman. Meanwhile, Spiderman has successfully pulled Miaka from the wreck and has found Kyo, who had been thrown from the car and had passed out next to a tree. "Hey ah, guys, it's done, so you know, you don't need to...." "Oh my God Batman, you are SO smurfing full of yourself." "Sorry Robin, I can't hear you, you smurftard. Maybe if you weren't such a retarded monkey I wouldn't suspend your weapon privileges." "Oh get over it, we all know your smurfing comebacks are from www.redvsblue.com," Robin claims as he throws his cream donut at Batman. "Oh now that's just taking it too far....."

Written by Emily