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// Chapter 6: Scars 
// Story: Campus love 
// by LightningChaserRaikage 
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Chris was in the shower, running in freezing cold water but he didn't bother to change the temperature because he was still flustered by the Fluttershy incident AND the close call by Applejack.
Damn it! I'm still heated here! Is it possible to bring the water to Arctic Circle level?! If I don't cool down soon, I just might burst into flames!
He wasn't really washing himself during his cool down period, more like he was lost in deep thought. The water running down his back was soothing to him, but it quickly became an annoyance and decided he was done. He turned the dial off and stepped out.
"WHOA, SHI-!!" He yelped as he slipped on the tile floor, grabbing the towel rack, only to have it rip from the wall. He whacked his head on the edge of the sink and landed on his back, whiplashed struck his head and he was curling from the pain.
ARGH!! Life is just fucking with me now, isn't it?!
"Chris? Are... are you ok?" Fluttershy asked through the door, waking up from the loud noise.
"Yea... yea, I'm fine. Just slipped, that's all."
Chris sat up, the cold tile tickling at his butt cheeks. When he stood up, he looked in the mirror to see a man with short, brown hair and steel gray eyes with a hint of ice blue around the outer edges of the irises and miniscule flecks of gold in between. His cheekbones were high set, but his face was slightly rounded. His left brow was slightly elevated more than the right one, giving an all present questioning look of skepticism. Small, horizontal scars hid under his right eyebrow, but more noticeable wound was over his left eye. The cut was on his forehead, slowly bleeding out and lined just above his brow. Chris took out a tissue and a cotton ball from the medicine cabinet to wipe off the blood and apply alcohol, teeth grinding from the stinging sensation. Wrapping a towel around his hips, he opened the door to see Fluttershy in his bed, right were he left her, but she was sitting up and her breasts hung like two softballs on strings.
"Chris?! Oh my goodness, what happened to your head?!" She asked.
"It's just a scratch. No big deal." He calmly stated, going back into the bathroom and returning with a large towel. He tossed it to Fluttershy, who showed a confused expression.
"What's this for?"
"To cover yourself up."
Fluttershy then looked down, and gave a little squeal after realizing she was about 90% naked. She held the towel in her hands, hugging them close to her collarbone and looked at Chris, her face almost all pink. 
"How... h-h-how much did you see?" She tentatively asked.
If you want my honest answer... I'd say enough to imprint my vision.
"Not much, but I won't say anything about it if you don't."
Chris walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out underwear and a fresh pair of jeans.
"Um... you mind?"
Fluttershy quickly turned around, while Chris hurriedly put on his pants and soon after, places the necklace around his neck. She couldn't help but peek just a little bit, and noticed that he had many horizontal scars running along his lower back.
"What happened there?" she inquired.
"What?"
"On your back... the scars you have."
Chris brushed his hand on his lower back, over the scars and gave a heavy sigh.
"Its...a reminder...something that stops me from looking back. Its not a story I'd like to tell."
He then felt something touch, no... caress the scars. He didn't move, but he new the Fluttershy was behind him. She gingerly glided her fingertips over the little divots embedded in his skin, as if she was trying to read the story they told. Chris turned his head so that she was looking at her, she held the towel in place with her hand and arm, her hair slightly disheveled and a little red showed under her eyes. Fluttershy's hand then travel up to his broad shoulders, his skin seemed to roughen like sandpaper, she brought her hand across his chin and lightly pulled it so that he turned to face her.
She slowly caressed the new cut on his head, while staring into his grey, seemingly cold eyes. Through his eyes, he saw a sea of light blue that swept him away almost forgetting his surroundings.
"I'd like to hear it. But when you feel like you want to talk about it, you can tell me." She whispered, her face seeming to get more flustered. Chris's hands moved on their own as the slowly slide up Fluttershy's arms and held just below the shoulders. The two seem to draw closer, though completely unaware of it.
"Fluttershy, I..." He started.
"FLUTTERSHY?!" A voice screamed out. Chris turned his head up, his eyes locked on a figure in the doorway and the feeling of dread began to spread throughout his being.