Introduction
Yamaku Academy
A boarding school whose goal is to give the physically disabled and scarred the best education they can receive. Each has their own story. Were they born that way? Were they in some accident. Though they may not look the same as most, are they really much different than others? They may not be able to see or speak or hear, but they still think and feel and live and love. They come in all ways. From the confident to the shy to those who are just odd in the things they do. In the end, they are normal people living a normal life. These things are a part of them. Though some may only be getting used to it, they will accept it as who they are. All do eventually.
Plot
You are a student in Yamaku Academy, a boarding school for the physically disabled and scarred. While almost the entire plot is up to you guys, there is one thing I'm going to greatly encourage. Love. To overcome your disabilities and fall in love, it's a beautiful thing.
Setting
Yamaku Academy has three main buildings. The Main building, which contains classrooms, the library and other school-related things. The Medical building, where the doctors and therapeutic facilities reside, (for example: the pool.) and the dorms, which are separated into girls and boys.
In the main building, classrooms look normal and surprisingly bland. If not for the more noticeable kids, you'd think it was a normal school classroom. The Nurse's office is the same. Dorms are, unless modified, completely impersonal and ordinary, like the rest of the indoor facilities.
Outside the buildings, the campus is covered in lush plantlife, looking more like a park then a garden. Around the back of the school is the track and sports fields.
The library is humongous, with 1/4 of it's massive collection in braille for the blind.
If you venture through the gate off school grounds, a sloping hill leads down to a quiet town. The towns inhabitants are used to the student's disabilities and, most of the time, pay them no heed.
More About the Dorms.
The Dorms are three stories high. On the first floor lies the common-room, equipped with a T.V and DVD player.
Each hallway contains four dorm rooms, two on either side. The side pairs are connected by a single bathroom containing a shower, sink and toilet. For example: If 1 and 2 are of the left side of the hallway, they share a bathroom while 3 and 4 share their own.
Your dormmate will be chosen if they complement you well, for example, a girl with no legs and a girl with no arms are dormmates or a girl with horrible scars that is very self-conscious about them will be paired with a blind girl, or if you specifically request someone and they are willing to move. Once you get a room, you cannot change it until you graduate unless the previous happens.
Characters.
Character Skeleton
Name: (Kind of self-explanatory)
Birthday: (When did you grace the earth with your presence?)
Height: (Are you a little person, amazonian or just plain normal?)
Weight: (How horizontally challenged are you?)
Hair color: (Sexy blonde or fiery red, the choice is yours.)
Eye color: (What color are those big, globes of jelly?)
Disability: (Why your in the school in the first place. Please don't randomly pick something like Osteogenesis imperfecta (brittle bone disease) without researching it first. Also note Yamaku only takes the PHYSICALLY disabled. Mental disabilities are not their jurisdiction )
Appearance: (What do you look like?)
History: (How did you get your disability? What was your life like before coming to Yamaku? If you wish to leave it for a surprise or sudden plot twist, please PM me it.}
A boarding school whose goal is to give the physically disabled and scarred the best education they can receive. Each has their own story. Were they born that way? Were they in some accident. Though they may not look the same as most, are they really much different than others? They may not be able to see or speak or hear, but they still think and feel and live and love. They come in all ways. From the confident to the shy to those who are just odd in the things they do. In the end, they are normal people living a normal life. These things are a part of them. Though some may only be getting used to it, they will accept it as who they are. All do eventually.
Plot
You are a student in Yamaku Academy, a boarding school for the physically disabled and scarred. While almost the entire plot is up to you guys, there is one thing I'm going to greatly encourage. Love. To overcome your disabilities and fall in love, it's a beautiful thing.
Setting
Yamaku Academy has three main buildings. The Main building, which contains classrooms, the library and other school-related things. The Medical building, where the doctors and therapeutic facilities reside, (for example: the pool.) and the dorms, which are separated into girls and boys.
In the main building, classrooms look normal and surprisingly bland. If not for the more noticeable kids, you'd think it was a normal school classroom. The Nurse's office is the same. Dorms are, unless modified, completely impersonal and ordinary, like the rest of the indoor facilities.
Outside the buildings, the campus is covered in lush plantlife, looking more like a park then a garden. Around the back of the school is the track and sports fields.
The library is humongous, with 1/4 of it's massive collection in braille for the blind.
If you venture through the gate off school grounds, a sloping hill leads down to a quiet town. The towns inhabitants are used to the student's disabilities and, most of the time, pay them no heed.
More About the Dorms.
The Dorms are three stories high. On the first floor lies the common-room, equipped with a T.V and DVD player.
Each hallway contains four dorm rooms, two on either side. The side pairs are connected by a single bathroom containing a shower, sink and toilet. For example: If 1 and 2 are of the left side of the hallway, they share a bathroom while 3 and 4 share their own.
Your dormmate will be chosen if they complement you well, for example, a girl with no legs and a girl with no arms are dormmates or a girl with horrible scars that is very self-conscious about them will be paired with a blind girl, or if you specifically request someone and they are willing to move. Once you get a room, you cannot change it until you graduate unless the previous happens.
Characters.
Character Skeleton
Name: (Kind of self-explanatory)
Birthday: (When did you grace the earth with your presence?)
Height: (Are you a little person, amazonian or just plain normal?)
Weight: (How horizontally challenged are you?)
Hair color: (Sexy blonde or fiery red, the choice is yours.)
Eye color: (What color are those big, globes of jelly?)
Disability: (Why your in the school in the first place. Please don't randomly pick something like Osteogenesis imperfecta (brittle bone disease) without researching it first. Also note Yamaku only takes the PHYSICALLY disabled. Mental disabilities are not their jurisdiction )
Appearance: (What do you look like?)
History: (How did you get your disability? What was your life like before coming to Yamaku? If you wish to leave it for a surprise or sudden plot twist, please PM me it.}
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Mario hopped from platform to platform, using his mystical Italian powers to control the flow of gravity. Though he couldn’t reverse it completely, the manipulation of weight was an easy concept on one as large as him. With a sickening crunch, another mushroom creature crumpled under the plumber’s increased weight. The small boy controlling him laughed. “Stupid Goomba’s, you cannot escape me!” The flag had come into view, a dark black figure against the blue pixel sky. Suddenly, Mario yelped in pain as he was struck by a green blur, falling into the ground.
GAME OVER.
“Awww c’mon! I was almost at the end!” Zeal frowned, he had been stuck on the same level for an hour now and the frustration was beginning to get to him. His six year old brain couldn’t comprehend the hidden block needed to reach the flag and end the level. Quite bored of the game, Zeal made his way to the balcony of the apartment. The breeze was soft, just light enough to ruffle his already dishevelled hair. They lived on the third floor of a six floor apartment building or, more specifically, apartment 306. His dad worked a lot to make sure they could stay here but Zeal didn’t mind, his imaginary friends kept him company.
Larry the purple dragon who shot candy instead of fire, Gorotaki, the happy-go-lucky gorilla who always carried around a large barrel, a gift from his brother Donkey, and Sir Peasley, prince of the bean-bean kingdom. These were the only friends Zeal needed. When the other kids ran away or called him names, the three of them were always there to console him. They would play games like Simon Says or Mind Reader but Zeal always suspected they would let him win. Even now, Larry was telling him to run inside. The balcony was a dangerous place for kids so little. With his innocent smile, the small boy followed his friends advice and went back inside.
Then, the earthquake came.
At first, it was barely noticeable, just a slight feeling of dizziness and a loss of balance. Over the course of three seconds, that all changed. The ground shook in a violent spasm, knocking over the weaker buildings easily. Zeal, scared and confused, hid in the bathroom. The building began to tip as the shakes grew worse, knocking huge chunks of ceiling on a journey through the floors, only stopping if they break in half or splatter a family’s brains across the floor. Covering his head with his hands, Zeal began to cry. With a screeching hiss, the piping burst from the roof of the bathroom and swung down directly into the face of a young, black haired boy. Darkness clouded his vision. He was going to die.
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White, that was all Zeal saw. The world around him was empty, devoid of existence unless he counted himself, which he didn’t. Barely audible whispers filled the space around him, mentioning fights, angels and danger. ‘I must really be dead.’ Suddenly, a voice broke through the silence, a voice he recognized all too well.
"Wake up, Pretty Boy.” Azalea’s voice echoed. Small lines began to spread throughout the world like thin ice crackling under weight. From the lines sprouted bright pink flowers, each giving off their own pleasant aroma. Plucking one of the flowers from its crack, Zeal pressed the plant to his nose and took a deep whiff. ‘These are…. Azalea’s…’ The universe shattered around him, shards of memories once thought forgotten. Flashes of his life appeared in the reflective glass. The hospital, the therapist, coming to Yamaku, it was all there. When the last of the memories faded away, Zeal fell.
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With a groan of pain, Zeal’s eyes fluttered open. The room was foreign to the young teenager. Where was he? How did he get here? Images of Azalea, pinned against the wall, popped into his mind. “Is Azalea alright?” he asked shakily, still taking in his surroundings. Sure enough, there she was, looking a little worse for wear, sitting next to a beautiful burgundy haired girl at the foot of his bed. Another girl lie in the bed beside him, accompanied by a large dog. The blind boy was nowhere to be seen and was replaced by a black haired boy with a notepad. He looked nice, though Zeal thought everybody without tattoo’s and piercings looked nice. A blonde boy stood by the doorway, a sly smile on his face. Only one word could be used to describe this boy. Handsome, and he didn't even like boys!
“How did I get here?” He asked quietly, the failure of his rescue sinking in to his skull. Small tears began to form beside amber eyes. ‘How can I protect people if I can’t even take one hoodlum? I’m a useless friend.’ The worried expressions on everyone’s faces unsettled him. It was a face he’d only seen a few times in his life. It meant people cared about a pathetic waste of space like himself. The very thought made Zeal sadder than before, there concern could be put to much better uses.
To assure them of his wellbeing, Zeal tried to sit up. Waves of pain crashed into his body and sent him straight back to lying down. With a heavy heart, Zeal turned to look at his new acquisition. His hand was mangled. Knuckle bones stuck out through pasty white skin and his fingers were coated in dried blood. Any small movement induced a little gasp of pain from his lips, something he wish no one was around to hear. The tears had begun to flow freely now, small streams of emotions that soiled his cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Zeal mumbled.
GAME OVER.
“Awww c’mon! I was almost at the end!” Zeal frowned, he had been stuck on the same level for an hour now and the frustration was beginning to get to him. His six year old brain couldn’t comprehend the hidden block needed to reach the flag and end the level. Quite bored of the game, Zeal made his way to the balcony of the apartment. The breeze was soft, just light enough to ruffle his already dishevelled hair. They lived on the third floor of a six floor apartment building or, more specifically, apartment 306. His dad worked a lot to make sure they could stay here but Zeal didn’t mind, his imaginary friends kept him company.
Larry the purple dragon who shot candy instead of fire, Gorotaki, the happy-go-lucky gorilla who always carried around a large barrel, a gift from his brother Donkey, and Sir Peasley, prince of the bean-bean kingdom. These were the only friends Zeal needed. When the other kids ran away or called him names, the three of them were always there to console him. They would play games like Simon Says or Mind Reader but Zeal always suspected they would let him win. Even now, Larry was telling him to run inside. The balcony was a dangerous place for kids so little. With his innocent smile, the small boy followed his friends advice and went back inside.
Then, the earthquake came.
At first, it was barely noticeable, just a slight feeling of dizziness and a loss of balance. Over the course of three seconds, that all changed. The ground shook in a violent spasm, knocking over the weaker buildings easily. Zeal, scared and confused, hid in the bathroom. The building began to tip as the shakes grew worse, knocking huge chunks of ceiling on a journey through the floors, only stopping if they break in half or splatter a family’s brains across the floor. Covering his head with his hands, Zeal began to cry. With a screeching hiss, the piping burst from the roof of the bathroom and swung down directly into the face of a young, black haired boy. Darkness clouded his vision. He was going to die.
………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..
White, that was all Zeal saw. The world around him was empty, devoid of existence unless he counted himself, which he didn’t. Barely audible whispers filled the space around him, mentioning fights, angels and danger. ‘I must really be dead.’ Suddenly, a voice broke through the silence, a voice he recognized all too well.
"Wake up, Pretty Boy.” Azalea’s voice echoed. Small lines began to spread throughout the world like thin ice crackling under weight. From the lines sprouted bright pink flowers, each giving off their own pleasant aroma. Plucking one of the flowers from its crack, Zeal pressed the plant to his nose and took a deep whiff. ‘These are…. Azalea’s…’ The universe shattered around him, shards of memories once thought forgotten. Flashes of his life appeared in the reflective glass. The hospital, the therapist, coming to Yamaku, it was all there. When the last of the memories faded away, Zeal fell.
……………………………………………………………………………………………..............................
With a groan of pain, Zeal’s eyes fluttered open. The room was foreign to the young teenager. Where was he? How did he get here? Images of Azalea, pinned against the wall, popped into his mind. “Is Azalea alright?” he asked shakily, still taking in his surroundings. Sure enough, there she was, looking a little worse for wear, sitting next to a beautiful burgundy haired girl at the foot of his bed. Another girl lie in the bed beside him, accompanied by a large dog. The blind boy was nowhere to be seen and was replaced by a black haired boy with a notepad. He looked nice, though Zeal thought everybody without tattoo’s and piercings looked nice. A blonde boy stood by the doorway, a sly smile on his face. Only one word could be used to describe this boy. Handsome, and he didn't even like boys!
“How did I get here?” He asked quietly, the failure of his rescue sinking in to his skull. Small tears began to form beside amber eyes. ‘How can I protect people if I can’t even take one hoodlum? I’m a useless friend.’ The worried expressions on everyone’s faces unsettled him. It was a face he’d only seen a few times in his life. It meant people cared about a pathetic waste of space like himself. The very thought made Zeal sadder than before, there concern could be put to much better uses.
To assure them of his wellbeing, Zeal tried to sit up. Waves of pain crashed into his body and sent him straight back to lying down. With a heavy heart, Zeal turned to look at his new acquisition. His hand was mangled. Knuckle bones stuck out through pasty white skin and his fingers were coated in dried blood. Any small movement induced a little gasp of pain from his lips, something he wish no one was around to hear. The tears had begun to flow freely now, small streams of emotions that soiled his cheeks.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” Zeal mumbled.
Zeal's first words when he awoke weren't "Where am I," "Ow" or "Fuck, that hurts."
“Is Azalea alright?” he asked. She froze, her spine seeming turn into curved steel and her skin feeling like 0.001mm thick glass. A mix of emotions crashed over her, seeming to shove her backwards with a ferocity. There was the snake of guilt that wrapped tighter around her neck, the sweet aftertaste of the bitter fruit on her tongue and defiant lack of care that shoved a thick layer of ice over it all. She was Azalea the Unfeeling, not Azalea the Crying Wuss.
“It is the tenderness that breaks our hearts. The loveliness that leaves us stranded on the shore, watching the boats sail away. It is the sweetness that makes us want to reach out and touch the soft skin of another person. And it is the grace that comes to us, undeserving though we may be.”
"I'm alright," she whispered softly, kneeling beside Zeal's bed and gently stroking his hair. She'd closed the book Sign Language for Dummies and placed it on a table nearby. "Something I can't quite say for you."
“How did I get here?” Zeal asked.
"She saved you," Azalea replied, nudging her head towards the burgundy haired girl. She stood, stepping away from the bed and gesturing for the lovely beauty to come forward. "Mr. Takahashi helped carry you here," she said with a sardonic smile. "He's stronger than he looks."
Azalea turned to the infirmary window, lifting the planes with her fingers to look out into the school courtyard. The sunlight streamed in, seeping into her pale irises and emphasising the silver cracks that rippled from a ring of silver around her pupils. The light reflected against the large waves of her long pink hair, revealing strands of gold and crimson. The courtyard was a deep green and it stretched endlessly, as far as her eyes could see. Not that that was saying much, since she was short sighted. Still, it was eerie in its enchantment, like a forest for fairies. Her pink hair fell over her shoulder - as it always did - concealing one side of her vision. Pink, unnatural, mesmerising. Beautiful in a way that makes beauty hideous, she thought grimly.
“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” Zeal moaned through the pain.
"Is there something you can give him?" Azalea asked Mrs. Osaka, turning away from the window. The light shrunk as the planes fell back in place.
"I already have, I'm afraid," the nurse said.
Azalea furrowed her brows, finding herself, as always, wondering what pain was like. She knew it made beads of cold sweat run down Zeal's skin, she knew it made people scream, made them obey and betray. She knew it could control people, it could stop people from doing things like break their bones and burn themselves. She knew it made people cry, sometimes, and she knew it stopped babies from biting their tongues off - she'd bitten a quarter of her tongue off when she was teething as baby. She knew it controlled people, and most people didn't like it very much. She knew it let people know something was wrong. She knew, but knowing was not being. She didn't understand it, and she never would.
She didn't understand why Zeal's face seemed to contort and the sounds he made sounded... Like crying, but desperate crying, like he couldn't cry but he wanted and needed to. She didn't understand the way Hana grasped her suffocating lungs, and she tried, then. Azalea held her breath, held it, and waited, waited for a burning in her lungs, but nothing came. She didn't understand why people fussed over cuts and bruises and protruding bones. She didn't understand, but she did, she'd been taught to. If wounds went untreated, they would kill and destroy, but it wasn't something she'd ever understand first hand. She noticed she'd been staring at each person in the room, but Zeal in particular. She couldn't. It was like someone who saw in only black and white having to imagine colour. It wasn't possible, because she'd never seen colour.
"Oh, none of it's your fault," she told Zeal. "Sometimes I do things I don't need to do," she said, by way of apology. "You were defending me, and I am grateful? Grateful." What strange words she was using today; Azalea was not the thanking, apologising type. She could stand this infirmary with all its seriousface.jpg-ness. She wasn't a fan of pessimism - she was soooo not pessimistic - she lived by the popular phrase, 'No matter how bad things get, you got to go on living, even if it kills you.'
She stared awkwardly at Zeal, shuffling from foot to foot. What did you do for people in pain? Pat them on the shoulder and say something flirtatious? Oh, that seemed good enough. "Once you're all better, we can have mad animal sex, so get all better," she said with a grin, initiating a half gasp, half disapproving cluck of a tongue from the school nurse. "This school is PG31, right?"
Allowing the friends to catch up on their own, Aedan took his leave. Making his way down the hall, he reveled in the occasional silence that graced the halls. It was the first day, so everyone was out either getting their rooms ready or familiarizing themselves with the grounds. Classes wouldn’t start until tomorrow.
It was amazing, how such a heavenly place could turn into such a battle ground. But, every heaven has it’s Snakes. Aedan smiled at the thought, giving a gentle shake of the head. This was a school; a special school, but a school all the same.
There was going to be bullies, be them as extreme as the Tunnel Snakes he could only guess, and there was nothing he could really do to stop them. They were vermin, always multiplying in the darkest of places and never stopping until they had an army under their control. Luckily dark spaces were a rare privilege around here.
“Hey there, Doll,” Aedan froze. He knew that voice. He knew the cruel shudder that danced up his spine every time it’s holder used that cruel nickname.
“I’m a little upset, you didn’t even come and say hello after you got off that damned bus of yours.”
The voice belonged to Wolfgang, the lead singer and manager of their band, as well as the star pitcher for the school’s baseball team. To anyone Wolfgang was a star. He held the looks alright, with his bleached white hair, bright blue eyes and… chiseled body. No! Snapping his eyes quickly back up to the males face he gave a look of mock apology.
Wolfgang smirked, stepping forward to gently catch the smaller boys chin between his fingers, forcing him against the white-washed wall.
“Now you know those little quips of yours get you into trouble… Or has the luxury of your damned family make you forget that little part?”
The smaller boy quickly shook his head, panic over riding his blue-grey eyes. This wasn’t anything new. Aedan knew how to play to Wolfgang’s power trips. He knew the rules, and he knew how to get himself out of trouble.
“Oh really now?” Wolfgang sneered, cocking his head slightly to the left, his hands slowly trailing from Aedan’s shoulders and working their way down his arms. “Are you sure we don’t have to have a little repeat of last year…?” Again, Aedan shook his head, goosebumps appearing up and down his arms. He hated the way his body reacted to the man, every touch was like cinnamon to the tongue; burning but pleasant.
Wolf was in control, and Aedan was letting him have it. Again, this was nothing new. Wolf had treated most of his band-members this way, well… Not to this extent. He was an outward guy, delivering Corporal punishment when he thought it was needed, but Aedan was different. Adean was beautiful, smart, and talented. Aedan was essential, and Wolf was going to do everything to keep his prize close by and obedient.
It was amazing, how such a heavenly place could turn into such a battle ground. But, every heaven has it’s Snakes. Aedan smiled at the thought, giving a gentle shake of the head. This was a school; a special school, but a school all the same.
There was going to be bullies, be them as extreme as the Tunnel Snakes he could only guess, and there was nothing he could really do to stop them. They were vermin, always multiplying in the darkest of places and never stopping until they had an army under their control. Luckily dark spaces were a rare privilege around here.
“Hey there, Doll,” Aedan froze. He knew that voice. He knew the cruel shudder that danced up his spine every time it’s holder used that cruel nickname.
“I’m a little upset, you didn’t even come and say hello after you got off that damned bus of yours.”
The voice belonged to Wolfgang, the lead singer and manager of their band, as well as the star pitcher for the school’s baseball team. To anyone Wolfgang was a star. He held the looks alright, with his bleached white hair, bright blue eyes and… chiseled body. No! Snapping his eyes quickly back up to the males face he gave a look of mock apology.
Wolfgang smirked, stepping forward to gently catch the smaller boys chin between his fingers, forcing him against the white-washed wall.
“Now you know those little quips of yours get you into trouble… Or has the luxury of your damned family make you forget that little part?”
The smaller boy quickly shook his head, panic over riding his blue-grey eyes. This wasn’t anything new. Aedan knew how to play to Wolfgang’s power trips. He knew the rules, and he knew how to get himself out of trouble.
“Oh really now?” Wolfgang sneered, cocking his head slightly to the left, his hands slowly trailing from Aedan’s shoulders and working their way down his arms. “Are you sure we don’t have to have a little repeat of last year…?” Again, Aedan shook his head, goosebumps appearing up and down his arms. He hated the way his body reacted to the man, every touch was like cinnamon to the tongue; burning but pleasant.
Wolf was in control, and Aedan was letting him have it. Again, this was nothing new. Wolf had treated most of his band-members this way, well… Not to this extent. He was an outward guy, delivering Corporal punishment when he thought it was needed, but Aedan was different. Adean was beautiful, smart, and talented. Aedan was essential, and Wolf was going to do everything to keep his prize close by and obedient.
A Chevy Corvette C7 glided through the gates, its perfectly polished surface gleaming in the sunlight like vicious red eyes shattering the peaceful green of Yamaku Academy. It executed perfect turns, cruising along at a speed that was both fast and slow until it slid into a horizontal parking space. The engine grumbled, stilled, and died.
The door swung open.
A Calvin Klein trouser clad leg stepped out from the car - Yamaku Academy seemed to still as heads turned to stare - then a full body. The man was tall, wearing an ironed white button-up shirt, his eyes shielded by dark sunglasses. The sun played along the locks of his dark pink hair, revealing strands of crimson and gold. Beautiful in a way that makes beauty hideous, he thought with a sardonic smile.
He took off his shades.
Ripples of shock seemed to ripple through the student body as they took hold - if they ever could grasp something that inhuman - of startling eyes. A gold ring surrounded his pupils, rippling into gold lines like broken glass, shattering the bright hazel hue of his eyes. He was breathless, breathless and impossible and familiar to anyone who'd been pushed aside by a wildly beautiful girl nicknamed Skater Girl.
Sage smiled and the world seemed to shatter.
He wove through the student body, the the push of his shoulders and quick steps of his legs filled with purpose. They knew where to go and people parted for him, like they'd parted for his sister not long before. He did not speak and he looked at no one but ahead, yet eyes followed him, drew him in and hoped to devour the entirety of his existence. Of course, they would never succeed.
It was almost supernatural, how he always knew where his other half was. Always, and that was where he was headed.
He had one purpose and only one: to destroy Azalea.
The door swung open.
Azalea spun around abruptly and before she could move or speak or, God, she didn't know, she froze. Every bone, particle and limb of her body, from the wavy strands of her hair to the singular lashes of her eyes to the joints in her feet stopped. Her breath stopped with her heart and she did nothing but stare. The ever-moving, ever-powerful and ever-Azalea was reduced to an almost shivering figure of fear, despair and shock. No, she wasn't surprised? Was she? Did she ever think she would be able to avoid him forever? Did she think her somewhat not-misery would last? Had she?
There were so many questions and no answers to any.
He was beautiful, as ever. Beautiful in a way that makes beauty hideous, she thought with a sardonic smile, forcing her body to loosen and her lungs to expand. He was heartbreakingly handsome, every strand of his hair perfect, as if they feared their master and wished to please him by being perfect. His gold eyes bore into hers of silver and she wanted nothing more than to claw them out or stare at them forever or both. It was a cruel joke of nature that they'd made him so horrifyingly enchanting. She felt naked in front of him, young, and he was reaching through her ribcage, squeezing her heart, pumping, and forcing her to live.
"Azalea."
The name rolled off his tongue - his perfect tongue she hated and loved with all her might - and she hated her name then. Hated it and wished it was something common, simple, other, with all her might. Like Kate or Elizabeth or Amelia. Anything but Azalea. His voice - deep as the oceans and as all-encompassing as the four walls of a prison cell - speaking her name was familiar and as foreign as if another limb had attached itself to her. She hated
Mother nature had a sense of humour in creating perfect men with the souls of nightmares.
"Sage," she said, and she applauded herself because she sounded sickly sweet and sarcastic. She wanted to hug herself then, because while her mind was trembling in fear, her eyebrow raised and she cocked her hip and head to the side. She wanted to peel her skin from her bones. Sage. Sage. Sage. His name was as beautiful as the rest of him. She hated to love it.
"How can I miss you if you won't go away?" she asked in her honey-sweet voice in zero gravity.
"Ouch, little sister. You're breaking my heart," he said, clutching his chest and feigning hurt.
"If only," she replied.
"How much you must've missed me, my little flower," Sage purred in his velvet prison deep in the ocean voice. "How long has it been?"
"Not long enough."
"A year? Two?" he continued, ignoring her comment. "How you've grown." Sage raked his eyes over her body.
"I see you're as freakishly tall as ever," she said curtly, resisting the urge to clutch her body and shield herself; resisted the urge to through herself out the window.
"Charming," he said, giving her a sickly sweet smile, she painted one on her own lips. Fine, that was the way they were going to be. "Oh, are these your friends?" he asked curiously, sweeping his gold gaze over each person in the room as if he'd just noticed them and was now recording down every minor detail he saw, from the number of hairs on their heads and the exact shade of their shirts. Teal? Aqua? Turquoise? Maroon? Azalea pink?
"No," she said. Mistake. She'd said it too quickly. Azalea clenched her teeth as Sage raised a sculpted brow - so familiar it was an expression, it felt like she was looking at a mirror image of herself. She wanted to run a knife through her throat because of it. "I met them today," she found herself explaining. No, stop. Stop explaining. He'll only think you're making excuses. But it was true, wasn't it? They weren't her friends.
"Interesting," Sage said with a perfect, God-like smile. She wanted to carve his face into the Joker, or maybe she wanted to do that to herself.
"Would you like to join me for a walk, brother?" she said, forcing her legs to walk towards him and for her hand to snatch his, forcing her to drag him away from these unsuspecting strangers. Forcing herself to leave the relative safety of the nurse's office. No, she would never be safe from him. Not anywhere, not with anyone, not ever.
"There, there," Sage whispered against her head and suddenly she was shoved against a wall, his body pressed up against hers. He was close, too close, and the hallway too empty. He trapped her between his arms, his gold eyes bleeding into her own, his warm breath - like Heaven and brimstone combined - brushing her skin. His lips were inches from hers, and then they were on her own. He kissed her, his soft, perfect lips pressing into her own, their cupid's bows mirroring each other's as they struggled to devour one another's life force. She clutched his shirt, rumpling his perfect clothes. He tasted of honey, he tasted of death, and their warm tongues fought with each other, and she lost all thought and forgot how to think, forgot that she was meant to push away, forgot that she was anything but Sage's plaything. That was all she would ever be, that was all she was good for.
"Shh, shh," he breathes into my neck, his hands where they shouldn't be. His breath reeks of brimstone and I think he might be Satan. Yes, this is Hell, and I am being punished for being evil.
His fingers knotted themselves through her hair and she knotted hers through his until she forgot where they ended and the other began. No, Sage was the only one who existed, she was but a manifestation of what he wanted. His leg pressed against her flesh between her legs and she pressed herself closer, closer, closer. Never close enough. That was the only way she would ever be, by being his. She was nothing without Sage. She was nothing.
Razor blades tear into my abdomen, or maybe it's my head. My screams are muffled against his chest, until I no longer bother to scream. Is this pain?
"Please, please." The voice was honey in zero gravity. Tears ripped at her cheeks, tumbled through her closed lids and shattered on her collar bones. Sage mumbled nonsense against her lips and she lost herself, lost herself because she never was and there was never anything for her to lose.
The knob turns and the door creeps open, the scent of him drowns the room. I stare into the splashes of darkness behind my eyelids and stay still – he has the eyes of Medusa, he is always watching, he has the eyes of Medusa, he is always – "Good girl," he coos.
She was trembling and she was dust, and he was the jar that kept her together, kept her imprisoned, kept her for himself. His arms were the only things that kept her from shattering on the ground and God, she wanted to shatter. She wanted to shatter into a million pieces and become nothing. She was nothing, she was nothing. She would leave it all, she would leave the skin and and head she was trapped by and disappear. She would, she needed to, she couldn't.
She opened her eyes and she was somewhere else.
He hated her. He hated her. He hated her.
She tasted of honey and vanilla and Angels and Heaven and sugar and she was everything he would never be. He dug his nails into her back, shoving her fragile body against the wall and pressing his soft lips against hers. His gold eyes were open, always open, and he raked his nails down her spine when water fell from beneath her eyelids. She would not feel it, his nails tearing her apart. He would do it over and over and over, until nothing was left of her but shreds.
He loved her. He loved her. He loved her.
Azalea shivered against him and she was beautiful, perfect, and she was everything he would ever need. Her long hair felt like silk against his fingers, painting shivers down his spine. Her scent of intoxicating and he imagined this might be what Heaven smelled like and she was the closest to Heaven that he'd ever be.
I tuck my nails beneath her skin, painting roses in the knobs of her spine and knotting the crimson thread binding her wrists.
"Please, please." The voice was velvet in a prison cell in the bottom of the ocean. His brows drew together as his tongue searched deeper, searched and he would never find what he was looking for, he had. Azalea mumbled nonsense against his lips and he found himself, because he would only ever be if she was his and she was his, she would only be his and he would destroy anyone who tried to take her away.
My fingers dance across her ripples of purple-blue-green-and-black, my breath, along his lips.
"You make beautiful bruises," she whispers.
He was everything and he was too much, it was all too much and he had to drown it all in her. He was a million pieces and Azalea would pull him in, put him back together again but he was never whole and he never would be. He was lost in a world a billion light years away and he couldn't feel his skin or the bones beneath them, if he had any. Her lips pulled him in and he held onto her because she was where he wanted to be. He was everything, everything, and he wanted to be nothing.
He closed his eyes, and he was here.
"unh-whuh-whasaw" Jolnas woke up with a start from a sleep of nothingness. He. Had he fallen asleep during the opening ceremony? He reached back to grab his chair for support, only to have his hand hit a wall. He felt around the base of which he was sitting on, to find a wooden board connected to this mysterious wall. He had been siting on a bench; no, he had been sleeping on a bench. Jolnas slid as far as he could go, trying to discover where the bench ended. Launching at a speed much faster than he had anticipated, he landed on his rear on the floor of what must be a hallway. Great, he had been left behind in what may or may not be some cruel joke. Just like he had been before, by everybody else. Not being able to keep up to everything else. He would be doomed to a life where he couldn't support himself. The despair of his life rushed back into him as depression from years passed rushed into him.
He started crying. The tears emitted from his eye ducts soaking his headband. "This is so stupid" he whispered. Throwing his headband across the room. "Am I doomed to this life alone? DAMMIT" He screamed the last word, the agony of stress trickling it's way towards his very mind as his emotional breakdown set in. He didn't care if anybody heard him. Sure, they would be there with him for a while, making sure he wouldn't kill himself, but then they would just leave him there again. Alone. Never knowing where he was going. Always lost with no guide but himself, despair, and sorry attempts to do better. So he sat there crying, in a shallow pool of sadness and angst.
A sound of squeaking, heralding his discovery that he was not alone. Somebody else was here. He had just embarrassed himself to some random passerby in a, wheelchair? How many students had he heard in a wheelchair? Only one and that was Kora...
"Hello?" He hoped that they hadn't heard him whoever they were, If it was Kora it would be a terrible loss of face, and if she saw him without his headband, well. He couldn't let her see that, let alone anybody. He tightened his eyelids, denying the world of his eyes. His one goal now was to retrieve his headband from the opposite side of the hallway. He placed his hand on the bench, humbly sliding back to his cane. Retrieving his cane he then slid back to the end of the bench, then started tapping around in order to find his headband, his method of saving face. He only had to take a few more steps to find... the wall. Was there no end to his troubles? He tapped around to the sides a bit faster, trying to find his headband on the floor. More frantically he searched, tapping every half second as to find what mattered to him.
He hit something, something metal by the resonation of the clang. He began to reach out, then retreated his grasp, then paused, sticking his hand out in the gesture of a hand shake.
Shakily, he had to try to break the ice, squinting his eyes, he stuttered. "er, have we met before?"
He started crying. The tears emitted from his eye ducts soaking his headband. "This is so stupid" he whispered. Throwing his headband across the room. "Am I doomed to this life alone? DAMMIT" He screamed the last word, the agony of stress trickling it's way towards his very mind as his emotional breakdown set in. He didn't care if anybody heard him. Sure, they would be there with him for a while, making sure he wouldn't kill himself, but then they would just leave him there again. Alone. Never knowing where he was going. Always lost with no guide but himself, despair, and sorry attempts to do better. So he sat there crying, in a shallow pool of sadness and angst.
A sound of squeaking, heralding his discovery that he was not alone. Somebody else was here. He had just embarrassed himself to some random passerby in a, wheelchair? How many students had he heard in a wheelchair? Only one and that was Kora...
"Hello?" He hoped that they hadn't heard him whoever they were, If it was Kora it would be a terrible loss of face, and if she saw him without his headband, well. He couldn't let her see that, let alone anybody. He tightened his eyelids, denying the world of his eyes. His one goal now was to retrieve his headband from the opposite side of the hallway. He placed his hand on the bench, humbly sliding back to his cane. Retrieving his cane he then slid back to the end of the bench, then started tapping around in order to find his headband, his method of saving face. He only had to take a few more steps to find... the wall. Was there no end to his troubles? He tapped around to the sides a bit faster, trying to find his headband on the floor. More frantically he searched, tapping every half second as to find what mattered to him.
He hit something, something metal by the resonation of the clang. He began to reach out, then retreated his grasp, then paused, sticking his hand out in the gesture of a hand shake.
Shakily, he had to try to break the ice, squinting his eyes, he stuttered. "er, have we met before?"
Satomi had closed her eyes for barely a moment it seemed when the pink haired girl pushed a phone towards her and she shook her head a little. Gathering up her courage again, despite only being able to manage a squeak she smiled a little at the other girl and spoke softly.
"I got the teacher to carry him...my name is Honoka Satomi." She sat on the bed carefully with an apologetic look directed in the dark haired and eyed boy. She typed the following into the phone before handing it back. "I like your eyes, they're like the lake that was near my old house...used to freeze over in winter and looked brilliant! ^-^ " Then the school nurse gave Pinkie a book on sign language and Satomi smiled warmly before making a sad noise as she looked down at the other female's bloodied hands and wrists. She then looked up at the girl for a moment...such a pretty girl, what on earth could have caused her to be enrolled here?
She jumped a little when she felt the bed shift and she peered around the other girl to see what was happening. She then found herself looking into a pair of pain filled hazel eyes. She tried to smile at him comfortingly but she blinked and looked at his lips and read them. Azalea...was that the other girl's name? It was so pretty. It was some sort of flower..she knew that much. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice that anything had changed until Pin- Azalea had put down the book and stood up. She studied the pink haired female's body language and she noted the stiffening of the shoulders. Fear...possibly.
Satomi turned her head to look at a young man that had a similar look to Azalea. Her sibling possibly? But the dynamics between them were odd...even she could see it without knowing what they even sounded like. However as they left she realised that there was no sign of the boy Azalea had been flirting with minutes earlier and that she was sitting at the bedside of a boy that she didn't know. A very handsome boy...that she assumed was Zeal. She tilted her head and then as she saw the cold sweat on his face. She bit her lip worriedly before sliding up the bed a little and carefully pressing her hand to his forehead. She then checked by pressing her hand to her own forehead and smiled reassuringly. She then swallowed heavily and bowed her head to him, her cheeks flushing a pale pink as she opened her mouth and only a soft squeak came out. She looked mortified and clapped her hands over her mouth.
She wasn't very good at talking, not even when she still had her hearing. She'd gone to an all girl's school in England so, it was a little startling to be in a school that had both genders co-existing within it.
"H-hello my name is...Honoka...Satomi...please reply back slowly...I have to lip read with you." She said, briefly looking up at him with her honey hued eyes. "Sorry...for not coming across you...earlier." She added as an after thought with a motion to his injured hand before she looked over at the girl in the bed with the service animal to make sure she was alright also. She then turned her head back to Zeal and pushed her long red-brown hair back from her ears.
"I got the teacher to carry him...my name is Honoka Satomi." She sat on the bed carefully with an apologetic look directed in the dark haired and eyed boy. She typed the following into the phone before handing it back. "I like your eyes, they're like the lake that was near my old house...used to freeze over in winter and looked brilliant! ^-^ " Then the school nurse gave Pinkie a book on sign language and Satomi smiled warmly before making a sad noise as she looked down at the other female's bloodied hands and wrists. She then looked up at the girl for a moment...such a pretty girl, what on earth could have caused her to be enrolled here?
She jumped a little when she felt the bed shift and she peered around the other girl to see what was happening. She then found herself looking into a pair of pain filled hazel eyes. She tried to smile at him comfortingly but she blinked and looked at his lips and read them. Azalea...was that the other girl's name? It was so pretty. It was some sort of flower..she knew that much. She was so deep in thought that she didn't notice that anything had changed until Pin- Azalea had put down the book and stood up. She studied the pink haired female's body language and she noted the stiffening of the shoulders. Fear...possibly.
Satomi turned her head to look at a young man that had a similar look to Azalea. Her sibling possibly? But the dynamics between them were odd...even she could see it without knowing what they even sounded like. However as they left she realised that there was no sign of the boy Azalea had been flirting with minutes earlier and that she was sitting at the bedside of a boy that she didn't know. A very handsome boy...that she assumed was Zeal. She tilted her head and then as she saw the cold sweat on his face. She bit her lip worriedly before sliding up the bed a little and carefully pressing her hand to his forehead. She then checked by pressing her hand to her own forehead and smiled reassuringly. She then swallowed heavily and bowed her head to him, her cheeks flushing a pale pink as she opened her mouth and only a soft squeak came out. She looked mortified and clapped her hands over her mouth.
She wasn't very good at talking, not even when she still had her hearing. She'd gone to an all girl's school in England so, it was a little startling to be in a school that had both genders co-existing within it.
"H-hello my name is...Honoka...Satomi...please reply back slowly...I have to lip read with you." She said, briefly looking up at him with her honey hued eyes. "Sorry...for not coming across you...earlier." She added as an after thought with a motion to his injured hand before she looked over at the girl in the bed with the service animal to make sure she was alright also. She then turned her head back to Zeal and pushed her long red-brown hair back from her ears.
“I’m glad you weren’t forced into a relationship, Peachy.” He said, smiling to her. “I personally think that that would be a horrible fate to bestow upon one’s own child, but if you don’t share the same outlook on it, I mean no disrespect.” Well, he was raised in America, where forcing someone into a marriage was most definitely illegal. He wasn’t entirely sure if something like that was allowed in Japan. If it was, maybe they should change that, for again, Razeluxe believed that marriage should be between lovers, not strangers. Just like he hoped he one day found himself in.
When asked about his class, he looked up for a minute, trying to recall. He was told yesterday, he just had to pull it out of the confines of his forgetful skull and…… “I am in class 2-2, if I remember correctly.” He stated happily, glad he could remember something like that. It would’ve been quite hard to get to class when you don’t even know which class is yours, after all. “Do we share a class, perhaps? That would be a great coincidence, don’t you think?” and still, his smile continued without fault in the slightest, for it had been one he wore since long ago. He was used to it - smiling.
“Rari…..Razu….Rara….” it was her small voice, a pitch much higher than Raze’s own, trying to speak his name, to call him. The young, brown-haired boy smiled at her, his blue orbs gazing gently upon her. “Ra….Pffffbt!” the young girl gave up on trying to say his name, for she was more Japanese than America, which made the L a little hard to pronounce. Well, for her, it was impossible. But nobody could say she didn’t try. Raze sure didn’t.
“What do you want, Sakura?” he asked kindly, taking a few steps towards where she had been kneeling down. Her eyes hadn’t met his, nor had they been moved off the ground. Pretty soon, Raze’s own eyes locked down to what she was looking at.
“Is…hurt.” She cried out to him, expecting him to do something. A single tear fell from her azure eyes before another, and another. “Wha….what do we do?” it was only then that she moved her head up and glanced up towards him with her blurred vision. “How can we help it?”
What Razeluxe saw was a bird too far from help. A crimson patch on its feathers indicated some kind of injury, but to what caused it Raze was unsure. The red liquid poured slowly from the wound, the bird trying to flap its wings every so often but failing, for it was not long for this world, you see.
“There is nothing we can do, Sakura.” He said grimly, a mutual look to her as well. “I’m sorry.”
“But…” he looked back down, towards the dying animal. Her face was red as she tried to hold back the tears. She was mourning a bird which she had never seen before today, before five minutes ago. Yet she still didn’t like seeing it in pain – a trait shared by her onii-chan. The only problem was…. She didn’t accept things without a fight. “No….! I don’t… want it to go…”
“Sakura…”
“Onii-…” she paused, then corrected herself. “…brother, why does it have to die? Why can’t I help it?” she asked through her woeful tears. Razeluxe bent down and placed his hand on her shoulder caringly, before looking into her eyes. He smiled just like ever, before speaking softly.
“Because Sakura… There will come a time in everyone’s and everything’s life, when it will pass away. Understanding this, we must make the best of everything while it is there, and we should never take something for granted. I’m sorry if your brother’s talking a bit too grown-up for you, but you’ll learn the meaning soon enough if he is. I know it won’t bring enthusiasm back to your mood now, but why don’t we find a place for him to rest in the afterlife?”
Obviously, the tears didn't stop. As she wasn't too old, words like that didn't hit her as they would someone more mature. But just knowing that whatever her brother had said was reassuring, gave her the confidence and strength to pick herself up, wipe her eyes and speak. “O…..okay.”
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Razeluxe moved his head up, just now realizing he wasn't back in the past. He turned his head to the side, effectively hiding a tear from the pink-haired girl with whom he just made acquaintance. “Oh uh… sorry, did I nod off?” he asked, chuckling to hide his embarrassment. “Sorry about that.”
When asked about his class, he looked up for a minute, trying to recall. He was told yesterday, he just had to pull it out of the confines of his forgetful skull and…… “I am in class 2-2, if I remember correctly.” He stated happily, glad he could remember something like that. It would’ve been quite hard to get to class when you don’t even know which class is yours, after all. “Do we share a class, perhaps? That would be a great coincidence, don’t you think?” and still, his smile continued without fault in the slightest, for it had been one he wore since long ago. He was used to it - smiling.
“Rari…..Razu….Rara….” it was her small voice, a pitch much higher than Raze’s own, trying to speak his name, to call him. The young, brown-haired boy smiled at her, his blue orbs gazing gently upon her. “Ra….Pffffbt!” the young girl gave up on trying to say his name, for she was more Japanese than America, which made the L a little hard to pronounce. Well, for her, it was impossible. But nobody could say she didn’t try. Raze sure didn’t.
“What do you want, Sakura?” he asked kindly, taking a few steps towards where she had been kneeling down. Her eyes hadn’t met his, nor had they been moved off the ground. Pretty soon, Raze’s own eyes locked down to what she was looking at.
“Is…hurt.” She cried out to him, expecting him to do something. A single tear fell from her azure eyes before another, and another. “Wha….what do we do?” it was only then that she moved her head up and glanced up towards him with her blurred vision. “How can we help it?”
What Razeluxe saw was a bird too far from help. A crimson patch on its feathers indicated some kind of injury, but to what caused it Raze was unsure. The red liquid poured slowly from the wound, the bird trying to flap its wings every so often but failing, for it was not long for this world, you see.
“There is nothing we can do, Sakura.” He said grimly, a mutual look to her as well. “I’m sorry.”
“But…” he looked back down, towards the dying animal. Her face was red as she tried to hold back the tears. She was mourning a bird which she had never seen before today, before five minutes ago. Yet she still didn’t like seeing it in pain – a trait shared by her onii-chan. The only problem was…. She didn’t accept things without a fight. “No….! I don’t… want it to go…”
“Sakura…”
“Onii-…” she paused, then corrected herself. “…brother, why does it have to die? Why can’t I help it?” she asked through her woeful tears. Razeluxe bent down and placed his hand on her shoulder caringly, before looking into her eyes. He smiled just like ever, before speaking softly.
“Because Sakura… There will come a time in everyone’s and everything’s life, when it will pass away. Understanding this, we must make the best of everything while it is there, and we should never take something for granted. I’m sorry if your brother’s talking a bit too grown-up for you, but you’ll learn the meaning soon enough if he is. I know it won’t bring enthusiasm back to your mood now, but why don’t we find a place for him to rest in the afterlife?”
Obviously, the tears didn't stop. As she wasn't too old, words like that didn't hit her as they would someone more mature. But just knowing that whatever her brother had said was reassuring, gave her the confidence and strength to pick herself up, wipe her eyes and speak. “O…..okay.”
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Razeluxe moved his head up, just now realizing he wasn't back in the past. He turned his head to the side, effectively hiding a tear from the pink-haired girl with whom he just made acquaintance. “Oh uh… sorry, did I nod off?” he asked, chuckling to hide his embarrassment. “Sorry about that.”
After a few seconds of agonizing pain, the feeling diminished down to an irritating ache. It seems the drugs were starting to kick in. He sighed with a mixture of pain and relief and once again let his gaze drift around the room. Everybody was staring at him, their expressions even more worried than before. A pang of guilt struck Zeal’s heart. He was a burden to their emotions, an unwelcome feeling that couldn’t be ignored. Azalea was alright, that was all that mattered…but, why did it matter? Why did he go to the trouble of getting his hand smashed just t save her? An even better question popped into his mind.
Where did he get that courage?
All his life, Zeal had never stood up for anything, always going with the flow to avoid conflict. Why now, against the four toughest guys in school, did he choose to act? His thoughts were interrupted by the tickle of hair on his cheek. He turned to find Azalea, once again, only inches from his face. Her voice passed through his ear canal’s like hot liquid, nestling in the base of his skull. "Once you're all better, we can have mad animal sex, so get all better,” Zeal blushed profusely, his eyes widening at the subject. ‘D-Did she just say that? No, no. I must’ve misheard her.’ He thought, desperately trying to pull his mind away from the fantasies. A simple nod was all he could manage in his speechless state, his body working overtime to repair his hand as fast as possible.
As soon as the boy walked in, Zeal instantly disliked him. He looked like Azalea, walked like Azalea and even sounded like Azalea but the black haired boy could tell he was nothing like her. The way she stood jolted his arm, forcing a small grunt of agony from his lips. When things came back into focus, he saw something he thought he’d never see.
Azalea was scared of the boy.
To anyone else, he would appear harmless or strikingly attractive, even Zeal couldn’t deny that, but his gaze told him everything he needed to know. The way he looked at his pink haired friend was not one of awe like she usually got, nor one of fear. It was one of power. To him, she was nothing but a slab of meat, waiting to be devoured by his perfectly chiselled jaw.
The very thought made Zeal’s blood boil as the courage returned. Once again, he moved to get up only to be forced downwards by the pain. Sage's eyes glinted evilly, more so than he had ever seen in the Tunnel Snakes eyes. "Oh, are these your friends?” He asked, his voice the picture of innocence. "No, I just met them today.” Zeal’s heart sank. He wasn’t her friend? But…they had gotten along so well. Hazel eyes narrowed at Sage, shooting daggers of anger. It was him who caused this. Zeal opened his mouth to object but his throat was held shut by Sage’s gaze. A petrifying, paralysing gaze that promised hurt and regret.
Together, they left the room, leaving Zeal with a new batch of tears to blink away and thoughts to process. ‘Her brother huh? He’s scary. How can Azalea even stand him? He appears all nice on the outside but his eyes hold a much darker being. She was actually scared….what did he do to her?’ A sudden pressure on his forehead made Zeal flinch, sending a, now dulled, wave of pain through his body. He gritted his teeth and looked to see what had caused it.
A girl leaned over top of him, checking his temperature. She had long burgundy hair that flowed down her body like a stream of cinnamon and large bright eyes only slightly lighter than his. Just by looking at her, Zeal felt more at ease and pushed the issue with Azalea to the back of his mind, what could he possibly do in the middle of school?
“Are you the one that saved me?” The girl nodded and bowed, something not very many students his age did. When she gave out the little squeak, Zeal couldn’t help but giggle. She was very cute and, unlike when he was around Azalea, he didn’t feel nervous while talking to her. "H-hello my name is...Honoka...Satomi...please reply back slowly...I have to lip read with you.” Zeal nodded and followed her instructions. “I’m Zeal Yamaka. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for saving me. I’d hate to see what state I’d be in if you didn’t.”
The girl looked down guiltily at his hand. A sudden realization struck Zeal like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t able to draw anymore. Even if they did fix his hand, it would never be as coordinated as it was before, never be as strong. He blinked away more tears. He’d had so many things he’d wanted to draw, so many things to divulge from the depths of his mind. "Sorry...for not coming across you...earlier.” Zeal shook his head and smiled at Satomi. He hated it when people were sad, it caused him more pain then his hand ever could. “If you hadn’t have come when you did, you might’ve missed the teacher. Then where would I be?” The girl smiled and pushed the hair out of her face, making Zeal’s cheeks fill with red.
He craned his neck to see the other two in the room. A girl lay in the bed beside him accompanied by a large dog. Zeal had always liked dogs and they seemed to like Zeal, even the ones that were usually violent. The other inhabitant was a boy peeling oranges. He sat beside the girl as Satomi sat by him. Maybe they were boyfriend and girlfriend? They certainly made a cute couple. All at once, his shyness returned. “I, um, I’m sorry for making you worry.” He glanced at the clock, the assembly was starting in five minutes. “You should, um, get going. The assembly is starting soon…” His voice trailed off at the end, leaving it an open point for discussion.
‘Azalea won’t be going.’ He thought, making a silent resolve to help his pink-haired friend in whatever way he could.
Where did he get that courage?
All his life, Zeal had never stood up for anything, always going with the flow to avoid conflict. Why now, against the four toughest guys in school, did he choose to act? His thoughts were interrupted by the tickle of hair on his cheek. He turned to find Azalea, once again, only inches from his face. Her voice passed through his ear canal’s like hot liquid, nestling in the base of his skull. "Once you're all better, we can have mad animal sex, so get all better,” Zeal blushed profusely, his eyes widening at the subject. ‘D-Did she just say that? No, no. I must’ve misheard her.’ He thought, desperately trying to pull his mind away from the fantasies. A simple nod was all he could manage in his speechless state, his body working overtime to repair his hand as fast as possible.
As soon as the boy walked in, Zeal instantly disliked him. He looked like Azalea, walked like Azalea and even sounded like Azalea but the black haired boy could tell he was nothing like her. The way she stood jolted his arm, forcing a small grunt of agony from his lips. When things came back into focus, he saw something he thought he’d never see.
Azalea was scared of the boy.
To anyone else, he would appear harmless or strikingly attractive, even Zeal couldn’t deny that, but his gaze told him everything he needed to know. The way he looked at his pink haired friend was not one of awe like she usually got, nor one of fear. It was one of power. To him, she was nothing but a slab of meat, waiting to be devoured by his perfectly chiselled jaw.
The very thought made Zeal’s blood boil as the courage returned. Once again, he moved to get up only to be forced downwards by the pain. Sage's eyes glinted evilly, more so than he had ever seen in the Tunnel Snakes eyes. "Oh, are these your friends?” He asked, his voice the picture of innocence. "No, I just met them today.” Zeal’s heart sank. He wasn’t her friend? But…they had gotten along so well. Hazel eyes narrowed at Sage, shooting daggers of anger. It was him who caused this. Zeal opened his mouth to object but his throat was held shut by Sage’s gaze. A petrifying, paralysing gaze that promised hurt and regret.
Together, they left the room, leaving Zeal with a new batch of tears to blink away and thoughts to process. ‘Her brother huh? He’s scary. How can Azalea even stand him? He appears all nice on the outside but his eyes hold a much darker being. She was actually scared….what did he do to her?’ A sudden pressure on his forehead made Zeal flinch, sending a, now dulled, wave of pain through his body. He gritted his teeth and looked to see what had caused it.
A girl leaned over top of him, checking his temperature. She had long burgundy hair that flowed down her body like a stream of cinnamon and large bright eyes only slightly lighter than his. Just by looking at her, Zeal felt more at ease and pushed the issue with Azalea to the back of his mind, what could he possibly do in the middle of school?
“Are you the one that saved me?” The girl nodded and bowed, something not very many students his age did. When she gave out the little squeak, Zeal couldn’t help but giggle. She was very cute and, unlike when he was around Azalea, he didn’t feel nervous while talking to her. "H-hello my name is...Honoka...Satomi...please reply back slowly...I have to lip read with you.” Zeal nodded and followed her instructions. “I’m Zeal Yamaka. It’s a pleasure to meet you. Thank you for saving me. I’d hate to see what state I’d be in if you didn’t.”
The girl looked down guiltily at his hand. A sudden realization struck Zeal like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t able to draw anymore. Even if they did fix his hand, it would never be as coordinated as it was before, never be as strong. He blinked away more tears. He’d had so many things he’d wanted to draw, so many things to divulge from the depths of his mind. "Sorry...for not coming across you...earlier.” Zeal shook his head and smiled at Satomi. He hated it when people were sad, it caused him more pain then his hand ever could. “If you hadn’t have come when you did, you might’ve missed the teacher. Then where would I be?” The girl smiled and pushed the hair out of her face, making Zeal’s cheeks fill with red.
He craned his neck to see the other two in the room. A girl lay in the bed beside him accompanied by a large dog. Zeal had always liked dogs and they seemed to like Zeal, even the ones that were usually violent. The other inhabitant was a boy peeling oranges. He sat beside the girl as Satomi sat by him. Maybe they were boyfriend and girlfriend? They certainly made a cute couple. All at once, his shyness returned. “I, um, I’m sorry for making you worry.” He glanced at the clock, the assembly was starting in five minutes. “You should, um, get going. The assembly is starting soon…” His voice trailed off at the end, leaving it an open point for discussion.
‘Azalea won’t be going.’ He thought, making a silent resolve to help his pink-haired friend in whatever way he could.
Kora was marking out a date in red pen on a notebook, deep in thought about what her plan was going to be, when there was a yell, and she was hit in the face with something, what appeared to be a headband, that dropped into her bag. She looked up to reprimand the blind guy throwing stuff at her, to find that he was yelling and crying. She was a little taken aback, and shortly afterwards he appeared to be as well as became aware of her presence. He began searching for something...and she could fairly quickly guess what.
"Dude, calm down." she stated, fishing out the band and holding it out.
"Up in front of you. Can't exactly hold it very high, but it's there."
She decided not to say anything about the outburst, deciding it would probably save both of them a great deal of awkwardness in the long run.
"You get left behind too, huh? There was a fight with some guys and the other guy got hurt. I did try to help him out but some other girl went off with him like I wasn't there so I guessed my presence wasn't really welcome and I wasn't going to get any credit. Kinda starting to see a pattern in my life...not that I'm bitter or anything. .." she remarked in a tone that suggested exactly the opposite.
She zipped her bag closed and flung it back over the handles of the chair. They were rarely used for their original purpose anyway. Kora couldn't stand being pushed anywhere.
"And I'm also figuring we might be late for the assembly, so there's that too. I was just trying to work out next time my family is going to visit, hence why I wasn't saying a whole lot. Folks are not good at sounding committed." the redhead explained.
"Dude, calm down." she stated, fishing out the band and holding it out.
"Up in front of you. Can't exactly hold it very high, but it's there."
She decided not to say anything about the outburst, deciding it would probably save both of them a great deal of awkwardness in the long run.
"You get left behind too, huh? There was a fight with some guys and the other guy got hurt. I did try to help him out but some other girl went off with him like I wasn't there so I guessed my presence wasn't really welcome and I wasn't going to get any credit. Kinda starting to see a pattern in my life...not that I'm bitter or anything. .." she remarked in a tone that suggested exactly the opposite.
She zipped her bag closed and flung it back over the handles of the chair. They were rarely used for their original purpose anyway. Kora couldn't stand being pushed anywhere.
"And I'm also figuring we might be late for the assembly, so there's that too. I was just trying to work out next time my family is going to visit, hence why I wasn't saying a whole lot. Folks are not good at sounding committed." the redhead explained.
"Nice to meet you Zeal. I-I didn't really save you...I didn't carry you here. But..your hand...will it be alright?" She responded before she smiled a little at his giggle as she considered it to be very cute indeed. However when she spotted him blinking fiercely as if to chase away tears, Satomi knew...she just knew that he enjoyed doing something physical or artsy, it was either art or music she guessed. She had once expressed herself in a musical way, but now she had stopped because she wasn't sure if her voice still sounded as sweet as it once had.
When he smiled at her her eyes went wide and her cheeks went pink again. She nodded slowly as she read his lips again and shrugged one shoulder shyly.
"The teacher looked very harassed when he came to the door so I probably made him run late. W-Well you might still be...lying there.." She trailed off softly before looking a little worried as his cheeks went red and then he craned his neck.
"Are you alright? Your cheeks went red Zeal." She asked before looking over at what had distracted him. She giggled softly as she watched the dog, the girl and the boy that had handed the girl a portion of an orange.
"That's such a pretty scene..." She murmured before turning back just in time to see his lips move, Satomi then frowned a little in confusion. Had he said hurry or worry? When he glanced at the clock she looked at his dark hair and she wondered if it felt as soft as it looked. She then took in a deep breath and a shiver ran down her spine, his smell was very different from hers...she knew she smelt like a mix of caramel and cinnamon because of the body wash that she used. She would have to look for a new scent soon though as she was running out of this one, her mother hadn't told her where she bought it from before she became sick.
When he mentioned the assembly she shook her head.
"No point in going...I won't be able to see the sign language translator from the back of the hall. And I can't hear the loudspeakers." She said with a soft laugh before noticing that his thoughts had strayed a little. Satomi let her mind wander back to Azalea and that frightening young man. She hoped that he wasn't in her class, it'd be horrible if he was sitting in the same room as her with those freaky evil eyes. Even thinking about it gave her the willies. She bit her lip and then patted the bed lightly to bring the hazel eyed boy back to the present.
"Do you think Azalea will be alright?" She asked, her pink lips in a slightly worried line and she turned her head to look at the clock, the little red heart on her ear piercing sparkling a little in the morning sun. "I hope she is...that boy was frightening. I hope he isn't in any of our classes." She added almost inaudibly before smoothing out her skirt nervously.
When he smiled at her her eyes went wide and her cheeks went pink again. She nodded slowly as she read his lips again and shrugged one shoulder shyly.
"The teacher looked very harassed when he came to the door so I probably made him run late. W-Well you might still be...lying there.." She trailed off softly before looking a little worried as his cheeks went red and then he craned his neck.
"Are you alright? Your cheeks went red Zeal." She asked before looking over at what had distracted him. She giggled softly as she watched the dog, the girl and the boy that had handed the girl a portion of an orange.
"That's such a pretty scene..." She murmured before turning back just in time to see his lips move, Satomi then frowned a little in confusion. Had he said hurry or worry? When he glanced at the clock she looked at his dark hair and she wondered if it felt as soft as it looked. She then took in a deep breath and a shiver ran down her spine, his smell was very different from hers...she knew she smelt like a mix of caramel and cinnamon because of the body wash that she used. She would have to look for a new scent soon though as she was running out of this one, her mother hadn't told her where she bought it from before she became sick.
When he mentioned the assembly she shook her head.
"No point in going...I won't be able to see the sign language translator from the back of the hall. And I can't hear the loudspeakers." She said with a soft laugh before noticing that his thoughts had strayed a little. Satomi let her mind wander back to Azalea and that frightening young man. She hoped that he wasn't in her class, it'd be horrible if he was sitting in the same room as her with those freaky evil eyes. Even thinking about it gave her the willies. She bit her lip and then patted the bed lightly to bring the hazel eyed boy back to the present.
"Do you think Azalea will be alright?" She asked, her pink lips in a slightly worried line and she turned her head to look at the clock, the little red heart on her ear piercing sparkling a little in the morning sun. "I hope she is...that boy was frightening. I hope he isn't in any of our classes." She added almost inaudibly before smoothing out her skirt nervously.
Wolfgang glared down at the younger male, a light smirk riding across his face and giving hints at the pair of filed canines he had. The blonde boy was trapped between his arms and he wasn’t about to let him get away.
It was this sense of power he craved. Yes, his other little lackies obeyed and feared him, but Aedan was a special kind of power. The boy couldn’t scream, or call out if he got hurt; and that made everything a bit more fun.
Leaning down, Wolf gently grazed his fangs along the ivory flesh of Aedan’s neck.
“Ya know,” He started, using his weight to keep his catch pinned against the wall. “I expect to see you at practice tonight. We’ve got to weed out the… riff-raff.” He chuckled to himself as if there was some cruel joke hidden within the sentence.
Aedan squirmed, giving a slight buck as the breath was slowly crushed from his lungs. How he hated this… Every moment of it.
But then, the offender stopped, as if listening to something.
“Well,” He chuckled against Aedan’s ear. “It sounds as if someone else is skipping class.”
Aedan struggled to turn his head, listening vainly for whatever it was that had distracted Wolf for the moment.
Straining, he could make out two shadows at the end of the hall. So? It was probably just a pair of freshman or…
The soft whispering snapped to his ears. That had been Azalea’s voice. Even when muttered, he could still pick it out of the halls, not that that was a surprise or anything. With his voice gone, his hearing had picked up.
Wolfgang watched the male below him for a minute, an insane glower dancing over his grin.
“Someone you know, Doll?”
It was this sense of power he craved. Yes, his other little lackies obeyed and feared him, but Aedan was a special kind of power. The boy couldn’t scream, or call out if he got hurt; and that made everything a bit more fun.
Leaning down, Wolf gently grazed his fangs along the ivory flesh of Aedan’s neck.
“Ya know,” He started, using his weight to keep his catch pinned against the wall. “I expect to see you at practice tonight. We’ve got to weed out the… riff-raff.” He chuckled to himself as if there was some cruel joke hidden within the sentence.
Aedan squirmed, giving a slight buck as the breath was slowly crushed from his lungs. How he hated this… Every moment of it.
But then, the offender stopped, as if listening to something.
“Well,” He chuckled against Aedan’s ear. “It sounds as if someone else is skipping class.”
Aedan struggled to turn his head, listening vainly for whatever it was that had distracted Wolf for the moment.
Straining, he could make out two shadows at the end of the hall. So? It was probably just a pair of freshman or…
The soft whispering snapped to his ears. That had been Azalea’s voice. Even when muttered, he could still pick it out of the halls, not that that was a surprise or anything. With his voice gone, his hearing had picked up.
Wolfgang watched the male below him for a minute, an insane glower dancing over his grin.
“Someone you know, Doll?”
He wasn't surprised that he girl wouldn't be able to translate his signing into words, but he wouldn't let his disappointment show. He felt a bit bad for making the deaf girl jump, but she didn't seem too bothered by it. Alex signed fast and occasionally he signed too fast for people who weren't experienced in signing to figure out what he was trying to get across. He decided to reply to the girl's question as quickly as he could. [It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Alexander Tores. In all honesty I would've yelled, if I could even speak at all. ] He would not mind getting his ability to speak back, but he didn't know if he would even be able to talk normally if he ever did get his speech back and he didn't want to leave the school that quickly. He took her hand and lightly shook it, since he couldn't have shaken it harder without risking damaging his hands any further. He winced a bit when their skin made contact, but he didn't make any audible indicators of pain.
He wondered why the girl would care what people thought of her voice, but he wouldn't ask for fear of embarrassing her further than what she already appeared to be. [I don't see why it would sound weird.] He signed this with a steady and slow flow of letters, since he had quite a bit on his mind and whenever he was deep in thought he signed slower than usual. He was always careful of what he told people, so it would not really make a difference if he could speak. Isolation from the rest of the world made Alex not know much about trends or the way people acted, but he did get to play with other rich families' children. His parents knew that having friends in the business world would get them more money, so they used Alex as a way to build fake relationships with other families. Alex's family turned their back on the families they had mediocre friendships with whenever the other families stopped being useful, so Alex usually didn't have very many friends as a child. He did however remember a song taught to him by his brother, but he never played the song due to it being a conduit for his emotions and him not being able to accept the fact that his brother was dead. The song described Alex's situation perfectly.
He was looking forward to tomorrow, even if he might not be able to participate in classes due to his body being hurt. He was set on playing piano, so he wouldn't forget how to play the song taught to him by his brother. He thought about something that was nagging at his mind for a while. How was he accepting this school so easily? Perhaps it was the fact that he was able to make new friends, but he would never know. He remembered all those fake friends he had when he was a child. Back then he could put on a fake smile and pretend that everything was fine with him, but back then his brother was alive and he could use his voice. He was a great dancer due to his parents constantly making him practice. He enjoyed dancing, but he rarely got chances to dance and he rarely had anyone to dance with.
He felt saddened when the boy came in and Azalea left with him, since he could tell that Azalea did not enjoy seeing the boy at all. He smiled at the boy when he came in though, but at the same time he was calculating how he could possibly help Azalea. He couldn't think of any way to help her, that didn't include him being in a worse condition than he was now. He then noticed that he was completely ignoring the kid who just woke up, so he felt like apologizing to him and hoping the boy didn't think of Alex as rude. He quickly signed an apology to the boy. [I'm sorry I ignored you, but I was kind of busy.] He hoped the boy wouldn't be bothered by his lack of voice, since he couldn't really write anything down on paper due to his vision being a bit blurred. He then remembered that he may have missed the assembly, so he decided to ask the boy if he knew anything about the school. [Excuse me, but do you know if I missed anything important in the assembly? I did miss the assembly, right?] He hoped he hadn't missed too much , since it would be awkward if he didn't have any idea where to go or what to do at school.
He wondered why the girl would care what people thought of her voice, but he wouldn't ask for fear of embarrassing her further than what she already appeared to be. [I don't see why it would sound weird.] He signed this with a steady and slow flow of letters, since he had quite a bit on his mind and whenever he was deep in thought he signed slower than usual. He was always careful of what he told people, so it would not really make a difference if he could speak. Isolation from the rest of the world made Alex not know much about trends or the way people acted, but he did get to play with other rich families' children. His parents knew that having friends in the business world would get them more money, so they used Alex as a way to build fake relationships with other families. Alex's family turned their back on the families they had mediocre friendships with whenever the other families stopped being useful, so Alex usually didn't have very many friends as a child. He did however remember a song taught to him by his brother, but he never played the song due to it being a conduit for his emotions and him not being able to accept the fact that his brother was dead. The song described Alex's situation perfectly.
He was looking forward to tomorrow, even if he might not be able to participate in classes due to his body being hurt. He was set on playing piano, so he wouldn't forget how to play the song taught to him by his brother. He thought about something that was nagging at his mind for a while. How was he accepting this school so easily? Perhaps it was the fact that he was able to make new friends, but he would never know. He remembered all those fake friends he had when he was a child. Back then he could put on a fake smile and pretend that everything was fine with him, but back then his brother was alive and he could use his voice. He was a great dancer due to his parents constantly making him practice. He enjoyed dancing, but he rarely got chances to dance and he rarely had anyone to dance with.
He felt saddened when the boy came in and Azalea left with him, since he could tell that Azalea did not enjoy seeing the boy at all. He smiled at the boy when he came in though, but at the same time he was calculating how he could possibly help Azalea. He couldn't think of any way to help her, that didn't include him being in a worse condition than he was now. He then noticed that he was completely ignoring the kid who just woke up, so he felt like apologizing to him and hoping the boy didn't think of Alex as rude. He quickly signed an apology to the boy. [I'm sorry I ignored you, but I was kind of busy.] He hoped the boy wouldn't be bothered by his lack of voice, since he couldn't really write anything down on paper due to his vision being a bit blurred. He then remembered that he may have missed the assembly, so he decided to ask the boy if he knew anything about the school. [Excuse me, but do you know if I missed anything important in the assembly? I did miss the assembly, right?] He hoped he hadn't missed too much , since it would be awkward if he didn't have any idea where to go or what to do at school.
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"Azalea," Hana had less than a second to analyze the voice before, shockingly, Nana started barking.
No, Hana couldn't even call it that. Her Saint Bernard stiffened and began making such a horrible, snarling, vicious noise, that it hurt the blind girl's ears. Immediately, Hana's small hand grasped her dog's collar in fear. Nana was trained only to bark when Hana was danger, like earlier, or when she was having an athsma attack, also like earlier. The idea that Nana could be barking in such a calm atmosphere was absurd. Something about the boy's velvety smooth voice set her dog on edge, although Hana herself had no idea what. Soothingly, Hana stroked her dog's ears, trying to quiet her. The menacing noise was reduced to a low, rumbling growl, but Hana knew that Nana was nowhere close to pacified.
"Sage." Hana's eye's widened hugely. Through her sarcasm new friend's sarcasm, Hana could hear... fear? Azalea, the very girl who had saved Hana from four boys, who seemed much more threatening than this new boy, seemed scared. It was almost an oxymoron, a frightened Azalea. An unfamiliar feeling started in Hana's gut; It was anger.
Hana considered herself to be a smart girl. More than simple intelligence, Hana somehow knew people, just by their voices and actions. It was a talent that had grown after her accident until it was almost uncanny. Hana knew, through his actions, that Alex was kind, and probably high born, just by his generosity. She knew that Zeal, the boy in the bed next to her, was used to being alone. His voice had an eagerness to it, even while he was in pain. But in Azalea, it was the well-hidden selflessness that she saw. It was in her tear-choked voice when she was talking to Zeal, and it was in her reckless rescue of Hana herself. Azalea might be oblivious to it, but Hana saw it, even through her admittedly numerous faults. Azalea's lack of self preservation may be attributed to something else, but Hana at least understood part of it. She admired her for it, even.
Hana was angry. She was angry, because she couldn't understand why anyone would hurt Azalea.
"How can I miss you if you won't go away?" she asked in her honey-sweet voice in zero gravity.
"Ouch, little sister. You're breaking my heart." Little sister? Hana was clutching Nana's collar so tightly it hurt. She was becoming more angry, more afraid, by each passing moment. Nana shifted restlessly on her lap.
"If only," she replied. Hana wanted to cheer Azalea on, but she stayed silent. She had the feeling that the provocative girl wouldn't take to kindly to it, and her brother would probably turn hostile. More hostile, at least, though his seductive voice hid it well.
"How much you must've missed me, my little flower," Sage purred in his velvet prison deep in the ocean voice. "How long has it been?" Hana's stomach turned to ice, and her cheeks flushed. Sage's voice, his complement... that was not brotherly love.
"Not long enough."
"A year? Two?" he continued, ignoring her comment. "How you've grown." Hana blushed again at the implication in his voice. Did no one else see it?
"I see you're as freakishly tall as ever," she said curtly.
"Charming," he said. And then; "Oh, are these your friends?" he asked curiously.
"No," she said. Mistake. She'd said it too quickly. Hana couldn't help feeling hurt. Tears pricked her eyes. Why won't he stop? Just stop... "I met them today," she found herself explaining. Her icy voice was protective. Nana whimpered.
"Interesting," Sage said. Danger, his voice said.
"Would you like to join me for a walk, brother?" she said.
Before Hana could protest, they left. Hana quickly sat up in her bed, her breath sharp. She groped blindly for her inhaler, and upon finding it on the little table beside her bed, Hana took a hastily puff, her mind reeling.
"Someone should follow them." She piped up, before blushing at her rash statement.
Woof! Suddenly, there was no heavy Saint Bernard on Hana's lap. Her claws clicked and faded away; she had ran out of the room.
Hana panicked.
"Nana!" She pushed her sheets out of the way and hastily pushed out of the bed, but she hadn't expected her knees to be weak. She stumbled once, got her footing, and ran in the direction of what she hoped was the door, running into a person that smelled characteristically like an older person on the way.
No, Hana couldn't even call it that. Her Saint Bernard stiffened and began making such a horrible, snarling, vicious noise, that it hurt the blind girl's ears. Immediately, Hana's small hand grasped her dog's collar in fear. Nana was trained only to bark when Hana was danger, like earlier, or when she was having an athsma attack, also like earlier. The idea that Nana could be barking in such a calm atmosphere was absurd. Something about the boy's velvety smooth voice set her dog on edge, although Hana herself had no idea what. Soothingly, Hana stroked her dog's ears, trying to quiet her. The menacing noise was reduced to a low, rumbling growl, but Hana knew that Nana was nowhere close to pacified.
"Sage." Hana's eye's widened hugely. Through her sarcasm new friend's sarcasm, Hana could hear... fear? Azalea, the very girl who had saved Hana from four boys, who seemed much more threatening than this new boy, seemed scared. It was almost an oxymoron, a frightened Azalea. An unfamiliar feeling started in Hana's gut; It was anger.
Hana considered herself to be a smart girl. More than simple intelligence, Hana somehow knew people, just by their voices and actions. It was a talent that had grown after her accident until it was almost uncanny. Hana knew, through his actions, that Alex was kind, and probably high born, just by his generosity. She knew that Zeal, the boy in the bed next to her, was used to being alone. His voice had an eagerness to it, even while he was in pain. But in Azalea, it was the well-hidden selflessness that she saw. It was in her tear-choked voice when she was talking to Zeal, and it was in her reckless rescue of Hana herself. Azalea might be oblivious to it, but Hana saw it, even through her admittedly numerous faults. Azalea's lack of self preservation may be attributed to something else, but Hana at least understood part of it. She admired her for it, even.
Hana was angry. She was angry, because she couldn't understand why anyone would hurt Azalea.
"How can I miss you if you won't go away?" she asked in her honey-sweet voice in zero gravity.
"Ouch, little sister. You're breaking my heart." Little sister? Hana was clutching Nana's collar so tightly it hurt. She was becoming more angry, more afraid, by each passing moment. Nana shifted restlessly on her lap.
"If only," she replied. Hana wanted to cheer Azalea on, but she stayed silent. She had the feeling that the provocative girl wouldn't take to kindly to it, and her brother would probably turn hostile. More hostile, at least, though his seductive voice hid it well.
"How much you must've missed me, my little flower," Sage purred in his velvet prison deep in the ocean voice. "How long has it been?" Hana's stomach turned to ice, and her cheeks flushed. Sage's voice, his complement... that was not brotherly love.
"Not long enough."
"A year? Two?" he continued, ignoring her comment. "How you've grown." Hana blushed again at the implication in his voice. Did no one else see it?
"I see you're as freakishly tall as ever," she said curtly.
"Charming," he said. And then; "Oh, are these your friends?" he asked curiously.
"No," she said. Mistake. She'd said it too quickly. Hana couldn't help feeling hurt. Tears pricked her eyes. Why won't he stop? Just stop... "I met them today," she found herself explaining. Her icy voice was protective. Nana whimpered.
"Interesting," Sage said. Danger, his voice said.
"Would you like to join me for a walk, brother?" she said.
Before Hana could protest, they left. Hana quickly sat up in her bed, her breath sharp. She groped blindly for her inhaler, and upon finding it on the little table beside her bed, Hana took a hastily puff, her mind reeling.
"Someone should follow them." She piped up, before blushing at her rash statement.
Woof! Suddenly, there was no heavy Saint Bernard on Hana's lap. Her claws clicked and faded away; she had ran out of the room.
Hana panicked.
"Nana!" She pushed her sheets out of the way and hastily pushed out of the bed, but she hadn't expected her knees to be weak. She stumbled once, got her footing, and ran in the direction of what she hoped was the door, running into a person that smelled characteristically like an older person on the way.
467. 466. 465. 464. 463.
Azalea counted backwards, her eyes shut. This was the way she'd dealt with Sage since she was a child: counting. Did it work? She didn't know, but when in the presence of her brother, she lost all motor control, apparently, and counting was all she could think of to do. She couldn't lose herself in numbers but at least it gave her mind somewhere else to be. Distantly, she felt someone's lips and body pressed against hers and someone's fingers in her hair. Sage's, of course. But she didn't feel any of it, at least, that's what she tried to convince herself.
She wasn't very convincing.
452. 451. 450. 449. 448.
“Ya know, I expect to see you at practice tonight. We’ve got to weed out the… riff-raff.”
Azalea was breaking through the water, the muffled noise of the ocean growing louder. No. 447. 446. 445. 444. 443. Azalea forced herself to pull under. She didn't want to wake up and face a world she couldn't and be trapped in skin she didn't want to have, in a body that wasn't hers and never had been. Vaguely, she heard the bark of a dog, Hana's dog? She wanted to tell Hana to have her dog keep quiet -
“Well, it sounds as if someone else is skipping class.” She didn't like the way the voice sounded - condescending. But no, it wasn't Sage. She would know if it were Sage.
No, no, no. 442. 441. 440. 439. 438. Let me go. She felt as if she were awakening from much needed sleep, she knew she should wake up, but she didn't want to. Couldn't. Just a little longer, she told herself, sinking deeper into oblivion.
“Someone you know, Doll?”
Azalea awoke. With a gasp, her eyes snapped open, her dilated pupils shrinking to accommodate to the light. She took a deep breath and stared at Sage's wide, gold, dilated and slightly crazed orbs. She was panting because Sage's 'kisses of love' were hard work. She heard it all now, the relentless barking, the whispers of conversation from the nurse's office and vaguely, the direction of the voice she'd heard earlier. She thought she should check it out but to do that, she'd have to get out from under her brother.
Courage is not in never fearing but in doing even though you fear.
So she took a deep breath and without letting herself think about it, she looked straight at Sage and said, "Get off."
"Excuse me?" her brother said with a raised brow.
"I knew you were a dick but I didn't realise you were deaf too," she said and wanted to cheer because she sounded... Relatively steady. Azalea raised a sculpted eyebrow of her own.
"No need to get hostile, little sis," Sage said with a condescending smirk, holding up his hands in mock surrender and stepping back.
"Don't call me that unless brothers are meant to fuck their little sisters," she said with a snarl. She shoved against his chest, not very hard, but enough to send a sort of message. She had so much more she wanted to say but at the same time she just wanted to cower in a corner and beg for forgiveness. Azalea forced herself to step past him, keeping her head held high and throwing her shoulders back.
"You don't talk like that to me," Sage said coldly and before Azalea even noticed, he'd backhanded her. She felt nothing but her eyes widened at the realisation, she'd stumbled from the impact. A real snarling came then and she turned, blinked, and stared at Hana's dog. It was growling menacingly at Sage, its great sharp teeth snapping at him. Sage threw her a glare, turned, and walked away.
"Thanks," she found herself saying to a dog. Could it even understand her? She didn't know. She'd never had a dog. Azalea reached out and scratched it behind its ears. She'd heard dogs liked that. She knew she wasn't meant to randomly touch dogs because they might bite her hand off before she even noticed but this dog had saved her, hadn't it? It wouldn't save her to kill her. Or maybe it would. Maybe this was some well thought out tactic to charm her into letting down her guard before it ate her in her sleep. Did dogs think that far? She didn't know. She supposed not... Maybe.
"Hey, I'll get you back to Hana ASAP but you seem to have a natural gift for scaring demons," Azalea said with a sardonic smile. Her brother was most likely a full fledged Hell-dweller. Azalea turned, not sure if she should put one hand on Hana's dog to make it follow or just walk. She chose the latter, heading in the direction of the voice she'd heard earlier. The voice that was beautiful in every way, but that she disliked. Most likely because it was as perfect as Sage's was and equally as condescending.
She was quite surprised at what she found. Or who. It was Aedan the Flirtatious Hottie she was going to bed and another infinitely taller and equally as mesmerising - had she been capable of being mesmerised - man. He had snow white hair - perfect like Sage's - and intense blue eyes that reminded her of oceans with ghosts that would drag you down and drown you. Azalea always felt like she was drowning. He looked strangely familiar, this man, but what bothered her more was the way he seemed to be cornering Aedan.
Azalea forced her previous weakness in Sage's presence away, making herself tilt her hip to the side and place a hand on her hip. She drooped her eyelids and raised a brow: lazy, nonchalant, curious, intimidating if you could get over the fact that the man was much larger than she was. Hmph, she'd beaten men double his size before, she could do it again. But somehow, she couldn't feel it in her to fight. She was tired, she'd broken her wrists thrice and she'd had to deal with her brother. This man was just about as frightening as strawberry shortcake to her right then.
Azalea strutted over to the two, closing the distance and wedging herself between the two men so she faced the huge man who strangely reminded her of a White Wolf. She placed a palm on his chest, taking a step forward to urge him further away from Aedan. Azalea tilted the corners of her lips in a flirtatious and threatening smile. Even with her body made of bruises that looked like flowers rippling beneath her skin, she was beautiful in a way that was similar to this man's otherworldly beauty.
"What a nice catch, Aedan," she purred, still staring into the White Wolf's bright blue eyes. "I'm hurt. I thought we were well acquainted enough that you would invite me for threesomes," she said innocently, as one might speak of a date in the library. She tossed her wildly organised, unnaturally soft pale pink hair over her shoulder, letting it sweep over her body. Her silver eyes sparked with the same wild ferocity as her hair and she let her fingers drift down the White Wolf's body.
"I have a knee and you have balls," she whispered in her honey-sweet voice, batting her long eyelashes in mock submission. "You get my drift?
"Then again, you have boy parts and I have girl parts. We could do that too," she said with a wink.
Peachy smiled at her new friend and nodded in agreement. "There is no disrespect taken." She watched as he became distracted with the though of trying to figure which class he was in. "2-2 ... No I'm in class 3-1" She pouted slightly disappointed they were not in the same class. She shifted a little and opened her mouth to speak when she noticed Raze with his head in the clouds.
When he spoke again she laughed. "Its fine... Sometimes it's good to visit memories isn't it?" She smiled. "Even if there bad ones its always good to remember." She smiled more. "So what were you remembering or... Thinking about." Peachy leaned her head on her knees again and pondered about her own family and coming here. Despite how things had turned out so far she missed her family already and did not feel comfortable yet. Things were confusing and despite how this place was suppose to be a home to others like herself somehow she felt like everything was rushing along and she was just confused...
(( OOC: Sorry for the short post I'm sick x_x ))
When he spoke again she laughed. "Its fine... Sometimes it's good to visit memories isn't it?" She smiled. "Even if there bad ones its always good to remember." She smiled more. "So what were you remembering or... Thinking about." Peachy leaned her head on her knees again and pondered about her own family and coming here. Despite how things had turned out so far she missed her family already and did not feel comfortable yet. Things were confusing and despite how this place was suppose to be a home to others like herself somehow she felt like everything was rushing along and she was just confused...
(( OOC: Sorry for the short post I'm sick x_x ))
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Why the heck….? Oh….OH YEAH….Silly me.
There comes a time when forgetting something can cost you dearly, and Razeluxe had forgotten to take his blood-pressure medication, which meant that his heart was fairly active when it shouldn’t be. Quite honestly, he could go on all day like this – provided he didn’t engage in any strenuous activities – but that was not really healthy, and his parents – were they to find out – would have a very serious fit over the matter. He’d be disobeying them as well if he didn’t take his meds.
Sadly, this meant he had to make the trek to the Nurse’s office to retrieve said medication, for he couldn’t simply carry it around with him at school. The good thing was that he needed only take the blood-pressure meds at morning, once a day. This meant that once he took it, he’d be good until tomorrow morning, and by then it would be resting on his counter for him to take when he awoke. Thusly, he had to bid a temporary farewell to Peachy, to his dismay.
“Hey Peachy… I’ll be back very shortly, I just need to go do something real quick.” He announced to the pink-haired woman. “Save my seat, will ya?” he smiled kindly, stood up, and then promptly left, headed off towards the office. He should have enough time to go there and back before all the official stuff started, so it wouldn’t be any problem.
His heart would beat at an accelerated pace while he walked. It didn’t hurt; it was just annoying to feel as if you had just ran somewhere. As he continued past some students in the hallways and towards the nurse, he placed his hand upon his chest, feeling it. It beated. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting from doing so, since he could pretty much feel every beat of the muscle. A student caught sight of him holding his chest, and instinctively, Raze pretended like he was scratching it. The student passed by without another glance. Good.
Quite honestly, he was glad his parents had forced him to go on a tour of the school a week ago. He was never really one with a good sense of direction, and in these twisty hallways, he’d imagine he’d get lost fairly often had he not had that luxury. Maybe he could do well and help others who hadn’t taken a tour, for he was pretty sure he wasn’t the only new kid in school. Pretty sure, though it’d be a very big surprise if it was found otherwise.
Finally reaching the damn place, he turned the nob and stepped in. Why were there so many people in this place? A quick glance around told him there was even some people actually hurt, as if they had just gotten into a fight or something. Surely that couldn’t be the case though. You would have to be outright looking for a fight to get into one on the FIRST day of school, BEFORE classes had even begun. Raze couldn’t imagine people who were that low, but he did accept they were probably in existence somewhere. He hoped to believe that any injured were simply because of an accident. Yes… that would explain…. That.
Instead of continuing to look at the other people, he searched for the Nurse. Where was that purple-headed man when you needed him? Razeluxe didn’t know, but he needed to get back here so that Raze coul-
"I'm hurt. I thought we were well acquainted enough that you would invite me for threesomes,"
Quite literally, the Brunette’s jaw dropped open in…whatever feeling it was he was having. He couldn’t think of a correct word to describe it. He couldn’t think. Did she really just say that? And like that? He was surprised because it sounded as if she were serious. He could not tune into whatever it was this coincidentally pink-haired beauty said immediately after, but after that, he definitely caught it.
"Then again, you have boy parts and I have girl parts. We could do that too,"
Dear god, she was teasing this man. Who happened to have a head of white hair. Did having normal-colored hair lose popularity in Japan? This school was making him feel like it, with two pinks and one white. Now he was waiting for the green. This man had rougher features, but the most notable was his lack of two eyes. Poor dude, Razeluxe thought.
Of course he only briefly thought that because some words by a seductress had definitely made him red, regardless if they were to him or not. Razeluxe was never introduced to jokes about sex or the sort, so this kind of thing…. Well, he didn't take it as ‘well’ as he should. In response (when he could finally get himself to do so) he coughed, clearing his throat to hopefully maybe embarrass the girl or something to stop all this talk about sex. Or he might've just done the opposite and invite her to do the same on him. He only just realized this AFTER he coughed, a flaw of his. Why do all the important thoughts come after the actions?
No no, he was alright. She… definitely knew these two, right? Just hitting on random boys like that! Haha, Raze mentally laughed at himself. Then he stopped.
Why was her cheek red?
Why the heck….? Oh….OH YEAH….Silly me.
There comes a time when forgetting something can cost you dearly, and Razeluxe had forgotten to take his blood-pressure medication, which meant that his heart was fairly active when it shouldn’t be. Quite honestly, he could go on all day like this – provided he didn’t engage in any strenuous activities – but that was not really healthy, and his parents – were they to find out – would have a very serious fit over the matter. He’d be disobeying them as well if he didn’t take his meds.
Sadly, this meant he had to make the trek to the Nurse’s office to retrieve said medication, for he couldn’t simply carry it around with him at school. The good thing was that he needed only take the blood-pressure meds at morning, once a day. This meant that once he took it, he’d be good until tomorrow morning, and by then it would be resting on his counter for him to take when he awoke. Thusly, he had to bid a temporary farewell to Peachy, to his dismay.
“Hey Peachy… I’ll be back very shortly, I just need to go do something real quick.” He announced to the pink-haired woman. “Save my seat, will ya?” he smiled kindly, stood up, and then promptly left, headed off towards the office. He should have enough time to go there and back before all the official stuff started, so it wouldn’t be any problem.
His heart would beat at an accelerated pace while he walked. It didn’t hurt; it was just annoying to feel as if you had just ran somewhere. As he continued past some students in the hallways and towards the nurse, he placed his hand upon his chest, feeling it. It beated. He wasn’t sure what he was expecting from doing so, since he could pretty much feel every beat of the muscle. A student caught sight of him holding his chest, and instinctively, Raze pretended like he was scratching it. The student passed by without another glance. Good.
Quite honestly, he was glad his parents had forced him to go on a tour of the school a week ago. He was never really one with a good sense of direction, and in these twisty hallways, he’d imagine he’d get lost fairly often had he not had that luxury. Maybe he could do well and help others who hadn’t taken a tour, for he was pretty sure he wasn’t the only new kid in school. Pretty sure, though it’d be a very big surprise if it was found otherwise.
Finally reaching the damn place, he turned the nob and stepped in. Why were there so many people in this place? A quick glance around told him there was even some people actually hurt, as if they had just gotten into a fight or something. Surely that couldn’t be the case though. You would have to be outright looking for a fight to get into one on the FIRST day of school, BEFORE classes had even begun. Raze couldn’t imagine people who were that low, but he did accept they were probably in existence somewhere. He hoped to believe that any injured were simply because of an accident. Yes… that would explain…. That.
Instead of continuing to look at the other people, he searched for the Nurse. Where was that purple-headed man when you needed him? Razeluxe didn’t know, but he needed to get back here so that Raze coul-
"I'm hurt. I thought we were well acquainted enough that you would invite me for threesomes,"
Quite literally, the Brunette’s jaw dropped open in…whatever feeling it was he was having. He couldn’t think of a correct word to describe it. He couldn’t think. Did she really just say that? And like that? He was surprised because it sounded as if she were serious. He could not tune into whatever it was this coincidentally pink-haired beauty said immediately after, but after that, he definitely caught it.
"Then again, you have boy parts and I have girl parts. We could do that too,"
Dear god, she was teasing this man. Who happened to have a head of white hair. Did having normal-colored hair lose popularity in Japan? This school was making him feel like it, with two pinks and one white. Now he was waiting for the green. This man had rougher features, but the most notable was his lack of two eyes. Poor dude, Razeluxe thought.
Of course he only briefly thought that because some words by a seductress had definitely made him red, regardless if they were to him or not. Razeluxe was never introduced to jokes about sex or the sort, so this kind of thing…. Well, he didn't take it as ‘well’ as he should. In response (when he could finally get himself to do so) he coughed, clearing his throat to hopefully maybe embarrass the girl or something to stop all this talk about sex. Or he might've just done the opposite and invite her to do the same on him. He only just realized this AFTER he coughed, a flaw of his. Why do all the important thoughts come after the actions?
No no, he was alright. She… definitely knew these two, right? Just hitting on random boys like that! Haha, Raze mentally laughed at himself. Then he stopped.
Why was her cheek red?
Someone cleared his throat.
Azalea tilted her head curiously to the side, still looking into White Wolf's eyes, or, well, eye. They reminded her of azure easter eggs. She turned her gaze to the side, spotting a handsome brunette man, she smiled, the cupid's bow of her lips dipping lower. She had faint dimples on each cheek.
"Well, hello," she said. Her light pink waves fell over her shoulder to shield her right eye, where a bruise was flowering on her temple from where she'd been punched while kicking male ass. She batted her long eyelashes and tucked her hair behind her ear. "There's no point in standing there lurking, my beautiful chocolate man." Azalea laughed. God, she'd always wanted to say that. "Oh you and Aedan will get along quite well," she said, glancing briefly at the dark haired boy. "He's a bit of a stalker too."
Azalea rubbed Hana's dog's ears absently, stroking his thick fur and thinking. "I'm named after a flower but the three of you are prettier than me," she joked. "My self esteem," she said with a dramatic sigh. "If you wore a bikini, you'd pass for a girl." Azalea wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, looking straight at tall, dark and handsome., dipping her gaze below his waist. "Forgetting your manhood, that is.
"Oh, this is unreal. There are three of you, one of me and a really empty hallway." Excluding the dog. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked, smirking. She held her breath and let a dramatic moment of silence stretch. "Mad animal sex followed by a tub of ice-cream and the creative use of it."
Hana's dog growled.
"Azalea."
She flinched, clutching the dog tighter and turning slowly, slower, stop. She wiggled her nose as if she smelled something wretched, or pretended to, anyway, Sage smelled like wood and cologne, she hated him for it. "Sage," she said with a roll of her eyes, imitating his condescending tone.
"Who are your friends?" he asked, raising a brow at the three men who surrounded her.
"Unfortunately, no one," she said curtly, crossing her arms and shielding her chest. Sage's gaze dropped to her breasts.
"Sluts don't tend to be very popular with those of the straight female persuasion, last I checked," he said with a sweet smile.
"Dickheads don't tend to be very popular with sisters, last I checked," she replied.
"Oh, you like it," he said, referring to her constant supposedly offensive 'dickhead' insult.
"I didn't realise you were a mind-reader on top of being a savage beast," she replied steadily. She noticed then that she'd taken a step back; Azalea swore inwardly.
"I thought you liked it rough, little sister," Sage said. Azalea clenched and unclenched her fist, tittering on her heels. Stay still, stay still, she repeated to herself.
"Go away, Sage," she said, her voice smaller than she would've liked it to be. There was a spark in her brother's eyes, a flare of barely controlled fury. Azalea shoved her trembling fingers through her hair, then decided to braid it.
"You shouldn't have, Azalea," he said, his tone possessive, promising violence to come. Her name rolled from his tongue as if it were made for it and she was made for him. Azalea was nothing without him and she existed only as his plaything. She was inferior.
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"You and White Wolf here were made for each other," she said, patting the white haired boy's backside and nodding, agreeing with herself. "I hope you make lots of borderline psychotic, beautifully horrific babies."
"Duly noted," Sage replied, reaching out and running his fingers over her red cheek. "Oh, what happened here, love?" he asked innocently, feigning ignorance and concern. Azalea opened her mouth to retort but shut it when Sage's nails pressed into her jaw.
"I did get shoved into a wall by a bunch of guys," she said through clenched teeth. "Don't worry, though, my caring, sweet brother. I did get to kick them in the balls and pound their heads into floors, after which they begged for mercy," she said, imagining doing what she did to the four boys earlier today to Sage. It was a difficult thing to visualise.
"Pity," he said. "Make sure you look pretty tomorrow."
Azalea pulled away from him, turning to look at the handsome brunette who seemed to be clutching his chest. She gasped and clasped him on the shoulder, squeezing compassionately. "Cramps, huh?
"Don't worry, my beautiful chocolate man. TAMPONS! BLOOD. BLOOD EVERYWHERE!" she yelled loudly glaring at Sage until he rolled his eyes and turned to walk away. "Let's take you to the nurse, man who is very obviously a woman," she said, then pursed her lips because it made no sense. "Go, go, go," she urged, waving her arms at the other two, White Wolf and Sexy Beast. "It's okay," she whispered, patting the small, dark haired boy and gasping, sniffling in pretend empathy. "I can see that your FEMALE PARTS are in pain." Obviously, White Wolf liked it rough, she told herself, throwing a glare at the light haired man. "It will not always hurt," she said, patting Aedan again. "Trust me. Just be glad he's not a sausage through a hallway."
Their conversation was going wonderful… at least for her first two words it was. It was after those first two words where things got both weird and embarrassing for Raze. Oh, and he realized his hope that she flirted with her friends was thrown out the window too.
"There's no point in standing there lurking, my beautiful chocolate man."
Raze raised his eyebrows in confusion at that…compliment? He wasn’t sure how to take it, honestly, but he figured he should assume it was, because he wouldn’t understand it otherwise. Actually, he didn’t understand it period.
She seemed to be ‘the life of the party’ in that she was definitely a jokester. The most he really got from whatever she was saying was that the blonde-haired boy was called Aedan, otherwise, it was a joke about them being pretty or something. Razeluxe was… unsure of how to deal with her, for he had never met a girl so… odd.
"If you wore a bikini, you'd pass for a girl."
Instinctively, Razeluxe began trying to check himself out. He wasn’t muscular or anything, but he didn’t think he had the physical shape of a girl. Good thing that besides his scar, he wasn’t too self-conscious or he might be having some form of panic attac-
Razeluxe’s eyes followed Azalea’s own, down towards his……A furious shade of red is what his face was not two seconds later. Was she…. Checking him out? So openly and….perversely? Had Razeluxe been a robot, he might’ve had to temporarily shut down to a lack of the ability to comprehend such an action and deal with it. He was only ever asked out, not checked out. Or rather, ‘he’ was never checked out…..
"Forgetting your manhood, that is.
And she didn’t hide it. Razeluxe tried forcing a reaction from his head, but he simply stood there with a beet-red face, silent as if he were a ghost. Was he going to die here? No… his heart was racing, but not from this. She wasn’t going to kill him…. So why did he feel so nervous and shy all of the sudden? Normally, talking to girls was as easy as breathing for Raze, who had to be able to do that or it’d be hard to call him chivalrous. He was called chivalrous.
Speaking of chivalry, when he was finally about to reply, it was because he didn’t want to seem rude to her. How ironic. But before he could mutter or mumble something (he wasn’t sure if he could talk), she took his confusion, embarrassment, nervousness, whatever it was, and raised it to a whole new level.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked, the said, “Mad animal sex, followed by a tub of ice-cream and the creative use of it.”
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………what?
There was still blood rushing to his face, and what Azalea had said just made sure it was going to stay there for a time to come. “T-that’s….” he stuttered, physically incapable of saying anything more. You can punch Razeluxe and he’ll get up. You can cuss at him, and he’ll still smile. Hell, you can hate him, and he’ll still help you out. He is a very resilient person and he just figured out his one weakness. The one thing in the world (well, he has another, but…) that simply just…. Hit him, and a stranger with whom he just got acquainted with not five minutes ago found it. What the fuck?
He longed to have the ability to open his mouth, but when he did, nothing came out. It was far too late to try to hide any of this, and anybody in the room could see he was unable to handle this with a cool demeanor. All seemed lost…
…until a bark drew the crowd’s attention and Raze’s own.
He found himself glancing at the male version of Azalea, or that’s how he would describe this man. The young man would obviously be considered ‘handsome’ by the female populace, and he smelled quite odd. There was cologne on his scent, but also something else Razeluxe couldn’t quite peg (because it was rare he had ever been near trees and the sort enough to smell them). However, the most notable thing about this man, to Raze, was how he addressed the pink-haired woman.
Easy enough was it to deduce that from his first word, they knew each other. Azalea’s first word to him clarified their relationship a little bit; she obviously didn’t like him. Was he a man who resisted her advances, or a relative? The latter seemed more likely because of his appearance, but then why did she hate him? Unfortunately, that was personal stuff, and Raze did not put his nose where it didn’t belong…… even if Azalea might want him to.
He couldn’t get any redder.
"Sluts don't tend to be very popular with those of the straight female persuasion, last I checked,"
Did he just call her a slut?
The brown-headed boy stared, no, glared at the man, his sense of chivalry trying to kick in, even after his total loss earlier. But she seemed to retort good enough that he didn’t have to jump in or anything…. And he was still kinda stunned from her prior words to do anything. He did at least listen, and between the bickering back and forth, he learned they were indeed siblings.
While some of the speak between them sounded odd, like they were once lovers, they had made fully sure that their hate, or whatever it was, was absolute. Only a fool would believe they might just be joking. This one interaction alone sparked a hatred of this…. ‘man’, for Razeluxe could never have even imagined having such hate and loathing towards him from his own little sister. Had that happened, Raze would easily be crushed to the point of no recovery.
But he wouldn’t have to worry about that…
Instead, he was worried about this girl. Now that he looked at her a bit more, he saw the bruises on her face, and she had mentioned beating up some boys. Did she get into a fight just before? And now she was dealing with this prick? Razeluxe didn’t hate anyone before, but the mere fact he was talking to his sister like she was a whore, and how he didn’t seem to want to change things between them put him on a very bad start. The very thought of getting to this point with Sakura just angered and upset him. Just great. He needs to be thinking about such things. Kagoshima was in a bit better mood when the man finally left. Of course, it didn’t last.
When the string of…………words came out of her mouth, none of them making sense, he honestly wondered if she had just snapped. Why else would she spew randomness from her mouth in such an odd way? It hurt him to see that he just watched such an event, and though his face was indeed still reddened by her past words, he took action. Razeluxe close some (but not all) the distance between them, enough to for their contrast in height to be very apparent, and looked her in the eyes.
“Are you alright, Azalea?” he asked almost simply, but his words were quiet, yet warm. “If stress and tension have become impossible to bear at the moment, please lay down. I’m not the nurse, but it is what I do, so maybe it’ll work for you too.” He smiled, for her sake. He didn’t know, but he figured that she wasn’t the kind to want people to ‘baby’ them or anything. She might not like him worrying over her right now, though he couldn’t just ignore her rambling, her bruises, and her pain. Even if she hated a guy like that, and hated him, he wasn’t the kind of man to simply assume she was doing fine. Because odds are; everyone else did.
There was a plus about his worry – he forgot how flustered he was.
"There's no point in standing there lurking, my beautiful chocolate man."
Raze raised his eyebrows in confusion at that…compliment? He wasn’t sure how to take it, honestly, but he figured he should assume it was, because he wouldn’t understand it otherwise. Actually, he didn’t understand it period.
She seemed to be ‘the life of the party’ in that she was definitely a jokester. The most he really got from whatever she was saying was that the blonde-haired boy was called Aedan, otherwise, it was a joke about them being pretty or something. Razeluxe was… unsure of how to deal with her, for he had never met a girl so… odd.
"If you wore a bikini, you'd pass for a girl."
Instinctively, Razeluxe began trying to check himself out. He wasn’t muscular or anything, but he didn’t think he had the physical shape of a girl. Good thing that besides his scar, he wasn’t too self-conscious or he might be having some form of panic attac-
Razeluxe’s eyes followed Azalea’s own, down towards his……A furious shade of red is what his face was not two seconds later. Was she…. Checking him out? So openly and….perversely? Had Razeluxe been a robot, he might’ve had to temporarily shut down to a lack of the ability to comprehend such an action and deal with it. He was only ever asked out, not checked out. Or rather, ‘he’ was never checked out…..
"Forgetting your manhood, that is.
And she didn’t hide it. Razeluxe tried forcing a reaction from his head, but he simply stood there with a beet-red face, silent as if he were a ghost. Was he going to die here? No… his heart was racing, but not from this. She wasn’t going to kill him…. So why did he feel so nervous and shy all of the sudden? Normally, talking to girls was as easy as breathing for Raze, who had to be able to do that or it’d be hard to call him chivalrous. He was called chivalrous.
Speaking of chivalry, when he was finally about to reply, it was because he didn’t want to seem rude to her. How ironic. But before he could mutter or mumble something (he wasn’t sure if he could talk), she took his confusion, embarrassment, nervousness, whatever it was, and raised it to a whole new level.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" she asked, the said, “Mad animal sex, followed by a tub of ice-cream and the creative use of it.”
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………what?
There was still blood rushing to his face, and what Azalea had said just made sure it was going to stay there for a time to come. “T-that’s….” he stuttered, physically incapable of saying anything more. You can punch Razeluxe and he’ll get up. You can cuss at him, and he’ll still smile. Hell, you can hate him, and he’ll still help you out. He is a very resilient person and he just figured out his one weakness. The one thing in the world (well, he has another, but…) that simply just…. Hit him, and a stranger with whom he just got acquainted with not five minutes ago found it. What the fuck?
He longed to have the ability to open his mouth, but when he did, nothing came out. It was far too late to try to hide any of this, and anybody in the room could see he was unable to handle this with a cool demeanor. All seemed lost…
…until a bark drew the crowd’s attention and Raze’s own.
He found himself glancing at the male version of Azalea, or that’s how he would describe this man. The young man would obviously be considered ‘handsome’ by the female populace, and he smelled quite odd. There was cologne on his scent, but also something else Razeluxe couldn’t quite peg (because it was rare he had ever been near trees and the sort enough to smell them). However, the most notable thing about this man, to Raze, was how he addressed the pink-haired woman.
Easy enough was it to deduce that from his first word, they knew each other. Azalea’s first word to him clarified their relationship a little bit; she obviously didn’t like him. Was he a man who resisted her advances, or a relative? The latter seemed more likely because of his appearance, but then why did she hate him? Unfortunately, that was personal stuff, and Raze did not put his nose where it didn’t belong…… even if Azalea might want him to.
He couldn’t get any redder.
"Sluts don't tend to be very popular with those of the straight female persuasion, last I checked,"
Did he just call her a slut?
The brown-headed boy stared, no, glared at the man, his sense of chivalry trying to kick in, even after his total loss earlier. But she seemed to retort good enough that he didn’t have to jump in or anything…. And he was still kinda stunned from her prior words to do anything. He did at least listen, and between the bickering back and forth, he learned they were indeed siblings.
While some of the speak between them sounded odd, like they were once lovers, they had made fully sure that their hate, or whatever it was, was absolute. Only a fool would believe they might just be joking. This one interaction alone sparked a hatred of this…. ‘man’, for Razeluxe could never have even imagined having such hate and loathing towards him from his own little sister. Had that happened, Raze would easily be crushed to the point of no recovery.
But he wouldn’t have to worry about that…
Instead, he was worried about this girl. Now that he looked at her a bit more, he saw the bruises on her face, and she had mentioned beating up some boys. Did she get into a fight just before? And now she was dealing with this prick? Razeluxe didn’t hate anyone before, but the mere fact he was talking to his sister like she was a whore, and how he didn’t seem to want to change things between them put him on a very bad start. The very thought of getting to this point with Sakura just angered and upset him. Just great. He needs to be thinking about such things. Kagoshima was in a bit better mood when the man finally left. Of course, it didn’t last.
When the string of…………words came out of her mouth, none of them making sense, he honestly wondered if she had just snapped. Why else would she spew randomness from her mouth in such an odd way? It hurt him to see that he just watched such an event, and though his face was indeed still reddened by her past words, he took action. Razeluxe close some (but not all) the distance between them, enough to for their contrast in height to be very apparent, and looked her in the eyes.
“Are you alright, Azalea?” he asked almost simply, but his words were quiet, yet warm. “If stress and tension have become impossible to bear at the moment, please lay down. I’m not the nurse, but it is what I do, so maybe it’ll work for you too.” He smiled, for her sake. He didn’t know, but he figured that she wasn’t the kind to want people to ‘baby’ them or anything. She might not like him worrying over her right now, though he couldn’t just ignore her rambling, her bruises, and her pain. Even if she hated a guy like that, and hated him, he wasn’t the kind of man to simply assume she was doing fine. Because odds are; everyone else did.
There was a plus about his worry – he forgot how flustered he was.
“Are you alright, Azalea?”
She froze, looking over her shoulder to make sure Sage hadn't heard, turned and found herself staring into infinitely deep blue eyes. She quickly dropped her gaze. Alright? Was she alright? He towered over and she wanted to shrink into a corner and beg for forgiveness. Azalea searched, scratched at and ran for the remains of her humour, because that was the only thing that had ever kept her afloat.
“No,” I whimper. “Please.” His hands shake as he fumbles with his belt. I shut my eyes like I did when I was little. Little? Still little. Too little. Too big. Too existent. Too awake.
"Do I look alright?" she joked, forcing herself to roll her eyes. Azalea wiggled her fingers with their bruised knuckles. "We should probably head to class," she said. Her eyes flickered to the small window that revealed the world outside those double doors. Sometimes she wondered if this was all a computer simulation and that was why she felt more of nothing that she did of anything. Sometimes she dreamed of a prince on a white horse that would swoop it and save her, maybe he'd have a sword in his hand, maybe he'd kill her.
There is a place without joy. It is the end of everything. A hollowed tree filled with needles and lighters, nails and razor blades and cigarettes embedded in rotten lungs.
"I think Sage is in my class," she said absently, choking on the word 'Sage.' Such an innocent word it was, Sage, the herb, a wise man, her brother, a rapist. "Maybe I'll bribe him to do my maths homework."
I can’t breathe. A sweating weight is on me and in me and I can’t breathe. I can’t.
"Mr. Takahashi really doesn't like me; I think he's jealous of my hair," she said. "So, funny story. Someone told me I was a passionfruit because on the inside I have lots of seeds and on the outside I'm hard and hairy." Azalea wiggled her nose. "I don't think that's a compliment unless you're a-" She dipped her gaze below the brunette's waist again. "You know.
"God, I'm too innocent for this."
The knob turns and the door creeps open, the scent of him drowns the room. I stare into the splashes of darkness behind my eyelids and stay still – he has the eyes of Medusa, he is always watching, he has the eyes of Medusa, he is always – “Good girl,” he coos.
Azalea shuffled from foot to foot, looking over her shoulder, searching for Sage and not wanting to find him. She wondered what being skinned alive might be like, she wondered if it would hurt the way people told her pain might feel. Could anyone describe pain? Azalea wondered if she was lucky.
Tears spill from my eyes, dragging my spirit away from my body as they pull their limp forms across the skin that is not mine. A hand like a hammer to my cheek whips my head aside, tomorrow a bruise will burst and flower like a bud unravelling withered petals. He growls, “Stop crying! You’re acting like I’m hurting you.”
Sometimes she imagined a prince on a horse.
Or just the horse.
"Still waiting for the bucket of ice-cream," she said, shoving her wandering memories and thoughts aside and burying them 60 feet under. "Definitely still waiting for the mad animal sex. Didn't you need to see the nurse?" Azalea asked with a tilt of her head. "Oh!" Azalea turned to Aedan then.
"Goodbye, I'm a fish," she signed. "You eat Chinese girls."
"On a scale of one to ten, how great are my signing skills? Wait, nope, don't answer that," she said. She pulled out the humongous Sign Language for Dummies book from her messenger bag, flipping through the pages. "I'm pretty sure I just told you you were a Chinese girl. Hey, that's actually not too bad. I'm a natural." At insulting the deaf.
Wolfgang was intrigued by this new comer. Well, not knew. He had seen this girl many times passing through the halls or ramming people over on her skate board.
When she came him and his prize, a light, curious snarl slipped through his lips. No one had dared touch him! But… In a way, he didn’t really want to waste him time on the lass. She looked battered and bruised already, and a fight would ruin his chances for tomorrows introduction concert.
"I'm hurt. I thought we were well acquainted enough that you would invite me for threesomes,”
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Aedan’s face turned a light shade of red as Azalea wedged herself into the already tight space between the two. Granted, he had no problem with a piece of choice ass pressed against him, but it was the way Wolfgang glared at the offer.
“Threesomes, Doll?” He asked, a light grin spreading over his face. “Have you missed me that much?”
Aedan grunted lightly, crossing his arms as Azalea pushed the offender away. His body was still trembling, a bit of blood staining the white of his collar where Wolf had left his marks.
"Then again, you have boy parts and I have girl parts. We could do that too," she said with a wink.
Now that caught him off guard. The both of them. Aedan smirked, looking a little eager to have Azalea take his place for the day. Or the moment at least. Wolfgang, however, mearly scoffed at the offer, like a dog that had been offered the bone of a cow, but instead wanted Filet Mignon.
When the brunette made himself known, and Azalea dropped the "Oh you and Aedan will get along quite well cuz your both stalkers" bomb, Aedan’s face turned a bright red, almost matching the red strip in his hair. Oh how he wished he could talk!
Wolfgang couldn’t help but laugh at the blonde for a moment before turning his attention towards the brunette. He was cute, in that new student kind of way; as was the other boy who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. A brother perhaps? A twin? It didn’t matter, at least not to Wolf.
His thoughts were torn when he suddenly he felt his rear being patted by the pink haired girl.
"You and White Wolf here were made for each other," she said, patting the white haired boy's backside and nodding, agreeing with herself. "I hope you make lots of borderline psychotic, beautifully horrific babies."
“Please,” Wolf scoffed, looking back toward the pink-haired boy. “He ain’t my type.”
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When the two were shoo’d away by the massive amounts of Azalea fun, Aedan smirked.
"It will not always hurt," she said, patting Aedan again. "Trust me. Just be glad he's not a sausage through a hallway."
Aedan gave a soft laugh, pulling out his phone to reply. With a KWAM (Keyed Words a Minute) of over 100, it didn’t really take that long.
Well, at least not until tonight.
Giving a wave back to the brunette, he gave him a reassuring look. Hopefully Azalea wouldn’t harm him too bad.
When he was called to attention by the pink haired beauty, he watched as her hands went through a flurry of signs.
"Goodbye, I'm a fish," she signed. "You eat Chinese girls."
This sent Aedan over in a fit of giggles, his body racking with the almost soundless laugh. Regaining himself, he gave an apologetic smile and held up three fingers.
“Aedan, come,” Wolf snapped, turning on the heel of his Italian leather shoes and making his way for the band room. He wasn't about to sit around and watch someone who didn't need Aedan steal him away.
Aedan sighed softly, biting his lip as he debated wither or not it would be a good idea. He could follow Wolf, like a good little Doll, and not get in trouble, or he could hang around with Azalea and this cute freshman and possibly have a chance at making friends.
“Aedan. Now.”
Deciding bruises and more scrapes may be a bad thing he gently pulled Azalea’s head towards him and placed a kiss to her cheek before doing the same to the male.
Scribbling another note, he gingerly placed it on the girls head before turning to promptly follow Wolf.
The both of you are invited to Band Practice. Room M003 near the assembly hall. Seen you two hotnesses later.
~ A. C.
When she came him and his prize, a light, curious snarl slipped through his lips. No one had dared touch him! But… In a way, he didn’t really want to waste him time on the lass. She looked battered and bruised already, and a fight would ruin his chances for tomorrows introduction concert.
"I'm hurt. I thought we were well acquainted enough that you would invite me for threesomes,”
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Aedan’s face turned a light shade of red as Azalea wedged herself into the already tight space between the two. Granted, he had no problem with a piece of choice ass pressed against him, but it was the way Wolfgang glared at the offer.
“Threesomes, Doll?” He asked, a light grin spreading over his face. “Have you missed me that much?”
Aedan grunted lightly, crossing his arms as Azalea pushed the offender away. His body was still trembling, a bit of blood staining the white of his collar where Wolf had left his marks.
"Then again, you have boy parts and I have girl parts. We could do that too," she said with a wink.
Now that caught him off guard. The both of them. Aedan smirked, looking a little eager to have Azalea take his place for the day. Or the moment at least. Wolfgang, however, mearly scoffed at the offer, like a dog that had been offered the bone of a cow, but instead wanted Filet Mignon.
When the brunette made himself known, and Azalea dropped the "Oh you and Aedan will get along quite well cuz your both stalkers" bomb, Aedan’s face turned a bright red, almost matching the red strip in his hair. Oh how he wished he could talk!
Wolfgang couldn’t help but laugh at the blonde for a moment before turning his attention towards the brunette. He was cute, in that new student kind of way; as was the other boy who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. A brother perhaps? A twin? It didn’t matter, at least not to Wolf.
His thoughts were torn when he suddenly he felt his rear being patted by the pink haired girl.
"You and White Wolf here were made for each other," she said, patting the white haired boy's backside and nodding, agreeing with herself. "I hope you make lots of borderline psychotic, beautifully horrific babies."
“Please,” Wolf scoffed, looking back toward the pink-haired boy. “He ain’t my type.”
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When the two were shoo’d away by the massive amounts of Azalea fun, Aedan smirked.
"It will not always hurt," she said, patting Aedan again. "Trust me. Just be glad he's not a sausage through a hallway."
Aedan gave a soft laugh, pulling out his phone to reply. With a KWAM (Keyed Words a Minute) of over 100, it didn’t really take that long.
Well, at least not until tonight.
Giving a wave back to the brunette, he gave him a reassuring look. Hopefully Azalea wouldn’t harm him too bad.
When he was called to attention by the pink haired beauty, he watched as her hands went through a flurry of signs.
"Goodbye, I'm a fish," she signed. "You eat Chinese girls."
This sent Aedan over in a fit of giggles, his body racking with the almost soundless laugh. Regaining himself, he gave an apologetic smile and held up three fingers.
“Aedan, come,” Wolf snapped, turning on the heel of his Italian leather shoes and making his way for the band room. He wasn't about to sit around and watch someone who didn't need Aedan steal him away.
Aedan sighed softly, biting his lip as he debated wither or not it would be a good idea. He could follow Wolf, like a good little Doll, and not get in trouble, or he could hang around with Azalea and this cute freshman and possibly have a chance at making friends.
“Aedan. Now.”
Deciding bruises and more scrapes may be a bad thing he gently pulled Azalea’s head towards him and placed a kiss to her cheek before doing the same to the male.
Scribbling another note, he gingerly placed it on the girls head before turning to promptly follow Wolf.
The both of you are invited to Band Practice. Room M003 near the assembly hall. Seen you two hotnesses later.
~ A. C.
"Do you think Azalea will be alright?" Azalea…what was her deal? One minute she’s offering to take his virginity, the next she’s denying his very existence? Zeal shook his head, as if the motion will clear his thoughts of their negative implications. She cast him away, just like the others. At this point, he shouldn’t be surprised, everything left him eventually. Friends, family, dreams, they all abandoned him. Azalea was just another statistic.
And yet, she didn’t want to.
Zeal smiled softly at Satomi, breathing in the scent of caramel and cinnamon. It was a pleasant smell that excited the nostrils. “I’ve never seen anyone as strong, or as forward, as Azalea. She’ll be fine. If that creep tries anything Azalea will put him in his place with a well-placed kick to the groin.” Even as he said it, Zeal knew he was wrong. The way her eyes met his, it was the look someone got when they saw something so horrifying, they couldn’t look away. For his companions wellbeing, he didn’t voice his concerns.
"I hope he isn't in any of our classes.” Satomi asked, a little fear in her voice. Again, Zeal shook his head. “I saw the class list. If my eyesight hasn’t failed me too, we’re in the same class.” He wished he could comfort her with something she could actually experience. Sometimes, a simple smile wasn’t enough. The other boy asked if he’d missed the assembly. “It should be just starting. If you run, you should be able to make it.”
Suddenly, the dog jumped from the bed beside him and ran into the hallway. The flinching didn`t hurt this time, the drugs had finally kicked in. The girl hopped out of bed and ran after her dog, bumping into the elderly nurse. It was now Zeal noticed she was blind. The nurse smiled and helped the girl regain her balance. "Now honey, it`s not like she`s going to run off without you. C`mon, let`s get you back in bed. She`ll come back soon, don`t worry," the nurse said softly, helping Hana back into the bed.
If Azalea was hot and Satomi was cute, this girl was beautiful. Her long brown hair cascaded off her head in brilliant waves, giving her a younger appearance then she was. She looked fragile, like a slight knock on the head and she`d break into a thousand pieces. 'Maybe…this year won`t be that bad after all.'
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The main hall was packed with students. The sounds of socializing bounced off the walls, making it seem like there were more people then there actually were. The shy students noticed this all too much, sinking into their seats. With a tap on his microphone, principal Littner quieted the populace.
"Welcome students of Yamaku Academy! We teachers are here for one reason and one reason only. To give you the best education you can receive. Whether you are a new face to the campus, or an enrolled student already at this time, we would like to take this opportunity to welcome you to Yamaku Academy. We encourage you, the students, to not only try your hardest but believe in your own strength. Every single one of you have the power to overcome any problem, whether it be a lost limb, a missing sense or something internal. It`s hard to get through these times alone, that`s why we`re here for you!"
The principal, like he did every year, was getting far too into his speech. His prosthetic arms flailing every which way as he leaned precariously over the podium. Some of the students shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Ms. Haruno softly tapped his shoulder, bringing him back on track.
”Thank you for choosing to enroll in Yamaku Academy. We welcome our newcomers and returning students alike to relax and enjoy "Welcome Week", during which there will be no classes, and you may familiarize yourself with our humble campus. Please, though...be safe, look for clubs you may be interested in joining, and most importantly: Make friends."
Many of the students had been paying attention, but just as many had only half been doing so, and some simply and blatantly not doing so at all. It was only one day away from the first day of school, and that fact made a lot of the students upset they were required to attend the opening speech. However, as the program which had been handed out had stated, students were in fact allowed to leave to their homes after the speech was over. Out of both obligatory courtesy, as well as relief that they would soon be going to their dorms or homes, the students began offering their applause. One girl even clapped the palm of her hand against the smooth stump of her wrist, showing she did not care about her disability or any potential awkwardness.
The very large crowd of students began dispersing almost immediately, students going to their dorms and apartments and houses. The school year had officially started.
And yet, she didn’t want to.
Zeal smiled softly at Satomi, breathing in the scent of caramel and cinnamon. It was a pleasant smell that excited the nostrils. “I’ve never seen anyone as strong, or as forward, as Azalea. She’ll be fine. If that creep tries anything Azalea will put him in his place with a well-placed kick to the groin.” Even as he said it, Zeal knew he was wrong. The way her eyes met his, it was the look someone got when they saw something so horrifying, they couldn’t look away. For his companions wellbeing, he didn’t voice his concerns.
"I hope he isn't in any of our classes.” Satomi asked, a little fear in her voice. Again, Zeal shook his head. “I saw the class list. If my eyesight hasn’t failed me too, we’re in the same class.” He wished he could comfort her with something she could actually experience. Sometimes, a simple smile wasn’t enough. The other boy asked if he’d missed the assembly. “It should be just starting. If you run, you should be able to make it.”
Suddenly, the dog jumped from the bed beside him and ran into the hallway. The flinching didn`t hurt this time, the drugs had finally kicked in. The girl hopped out of bed and ran after her dog, bumping into the elderly nurse. It was now Zeal noticed she was blind. The nurse smiled and helped the girl regain her balance. "Now honey, it`s not like she`s going to run off without you. C`mon, let`s get you back in bed. She`ll come back soon, don`t worry," the nurse said softly, helping Hana back into the bed.
If Azalea was hot and Satomi was cute, this girl was beautiful. Her long brown hair cascaded off her head in brilliant waves, giving her a younger appearance then she was. She looked fragile, like a slight knock on the head and she`d break into a thousand pieces. 'Maybe…this year won`t be that bad after all.'
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The main hall was packed with students. The sounds of socializing bounced off the walls, making it seem like there were more people then there actually were. The shy students noticed this all too much, sinking into their seats. With a tap on his microphone, principal Littner quieted the populace.
"Welcome students of Yamaku Academy! We teachers are here for one reason and one reason only. To give you the best education you can receive. Whether you are a new face to the campus, or an enrolled student already at this time, we would like to take this opportunity to welcome you to Yamaku Academy. We encourage you, the students, to not only try your hardest but believe in your own strength. Every single one of you have the power to overcome any problem, whether it be a lost limb, a missing sense or something internal. It`s hard to get through these times alone, that`s why we`re here for you!"
The principal, like he did every year, was getting far too into his speech. His prosthetic arms flailing every which way as he leaned precariously over the podium. Some of the students shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Ms. Haruno softly tapped his shoulder, bringing him back on track.
”Thank you for choosing to enroll in Yamaku Academy. We welcome our newcomers and returning students alike to relax and enjoy "Welcome Week", during which there will be no classes, and you may familiarize yourself with our humble campus. Please, though...be safe, look for clubs you may be interested in joining, and most importantly: Make friends."
Many of the students had been paying attention, but just as many had only half been doing so, and some simply and blatantly not doing so at all. It was only one day away from the first day of school, and that fact made a lot of the students upset they were required to attend the opening speech. However, as the program which had been handed out had stated, students were in fact allowed to leave to their homes after the speech was over. Out of both obligatory courtesy, as well as relief that they would soon be going to their dorms or homes, the students began offering their applause. One girl even clapped the palm of her hand against the smooth stump of her wrist, showing she did not care about her disability or any potential awkwardness.
The very large crowd of students began dispersing almost immediately, students going to their dorms and apartments and houses. The school year had officially started.
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"Please, let me go to my dog." Hana's voice was heartbreakingly on the verge of tears as the nurse made her go back to her bed. "I don't know how to do anything without her..."
"And that's exactly why you need to stay here. I'm sure that someone will find her and she'll be back to you before you know it.." The nurse said kindly, tucking her sheets in around her. Helplessness began seeping through the blind girl's veins. She didn't know what to do without Nana. Tears rolled down her cheeks in defeat.
Embarrassed, she dipped her head so that her long hair would cover most of her face from view. She tried not to cry in front of people, but she just couldn't help it any more. It had already been such a long day; Hana's earlier feelings of excitement had begun to turn to anxiousness and despair. This place was supposed to help her grow, become a stronger person, but so far all it had done was break her down. Hana had never felt more alone; the constant darkness her useless eyes showed her had never felt so deep. More than ever, she wished her father was still alive. He would have something to say that would cheer her up. Her father had never failed at making her laugh, even when she was crying.
It's so easy to feel alone in such a large place. Hana though to herself, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. It was time to be strong now.
"Excuse me, but I still haven't ascertained my dorm number, or any of my classes." Hana said sweetly to the nurse, smiling despite her tears. "Is there any way I can find them out? I think I missed the assembly too..." She added as an after note. She hoped she hadn't missed anything important.
"Oh!" Hana said in surprised remembrance. Her face lit up in a warm, excited smile. "Is there a music class here?"
"And that's exactly why you need to stay here. I'm sure that someone will find her and she'll be back to you before you know it.." The nurse said kindly, tucking her sheets in around her. Helplessness began seeping through the blind girl's veins. She didn't know what to do without Nana. Tears rolled down her cheeks in defeat.
Embarrassed, she dipped her head so that her long hair would cover most of her face from view. She tried not to cry in front of people, but she just couldn't help it any more. It had already been such a long day; Hana's earlier feelings of excitement had begun to turn to anxiousness and despair. This place was supposed to help her grow, become a stronger person, but so far all it had done was break her down. Hana had never felt more alone; the constant darkness her useless eyes showed her had never felt so deep. More than ever, she wished her father was still alive. He would have something to say that would cheer her up. Her father had never failed at making her laugh, even when she was crying.
It's so easy to feel alone in such a large place. Hana though to herself, wiping away her tears with the back of her hand. It was time to be strong now.
"Excuse me, but I still haven't ascertained my dorm number, or any of my classes." Hana said sweetly to the nurse, smiling despite her tears. "Is there any way I can find them out? I think I missed the assembly too..." She added as an after note. She hoped she hadn't missed anything important.
"Oh!" Hana said in surprised remembrance. Her face lit up in a warm, excited smile. "Is there a music class here?"
"Dude, calm down."
Jolnas turned his head down towards Koras voice, so she got left behind to? That was a shame. But at least they were both in good company. If she had it then, he had probably thrown it at her. Absolutely terrible Jonas, embarrassing yourself in front of a lady. Your father would be very disappointed.
"Up in front of you. Can't exactly hold it very high, but it's there."
Jolnas swayed his hand to the side, brushing his skin against hers, then touching the soft headband. Grabbing it, he slowly removed it out of Koras grasp. He stuttered, trying to reclaim whatever dignity he had let loose in front of her.
"Th-thanks Kora. Glad t-to have you as a friend" He pulled the headband open enough to shuffle it over his eyes, not fast enough to show haste, but quickly enough to make it not seem that special. "The others are probably in the infirmary if there was a fight, so we should probably head there. Do we really need to head to the assembly though?" He smiled, then turned towards the sounds of music. "Unless you really want to go. I'm not going anywhere alone." He looked towards her general direction, lifting his arms and dropping them to his sides, letting him smack his legs with a satisfying smack. "Or we could just hang out here, go outside, go downtown, check out dorms..." He kept going on, was there no end to what could be done at the school? It would probably be better to go to the assembly but, why go where there's nothing to see? No fun in doing nothing. "We probably should go to the assembly but it's probably going to be boring and flowery crap we already know." He folded his arms. "No time like the present to goof off."
Jolnas turned his head down towards Koras voice, so she got left behind to? That was a shame. But at least they were both in good company. If she had it then, he had probably thrown it at her. Absolutely terrible Jonas, embarrassing yourself in front of a lady. Your father would be very disappointed.
"Up in front of you. Can't exactly hold it very high, but it's there."
Jolnas swayed his hand to the side, brushing his skin against hers, then touching the soft headband. Grabbing it, he slowly removed it out of Koras grasp. He stuttered, trying to reclaim whatever dignity he had let loose in front of her.
"Th-thanks Kora. Glad t-to have you as a friend" He pulled the headband open enough to shuffle it over his eyes, not fast enough to show haste, but quickly enough to make it not seem that special. "The others are probably in the infirmary if there was a fight, so we should probably head there. Do we really need to head to the assembly though?" He smiled, then turned towards the sounds of music. "Unless you really want to go. I'm not going anywhere alone." He looked towards her general direction, lifting his arms and dropping them to his sides, letting him smack his legs with a satisfying smack. "Or we could just hang out here, go outside, go downtown, check out dorms..." He kept going on, was there no end to what could be done at the school? It would probably be better to go to the assembly but, why go where there's nothing to see? No fun in doing nothing. "We probably should go to the assembly but it's probably going to be boring and flowery crap we already know." He folded his arms. "No time like the present to goof off."
While he was not convinced she was completely alright, he would have to settle on the fact that she was able to continue joking around, and that would be enough to keep him from overly worrying about her. He smiled, this one more relaxed than the last, without that tinge of worry he had in his last, and spoke. “Of course you look alright.” Came a small compliment in hopes of changing the mood. Again, he was forgetting how she was.
It didn’t take long for Azalea to swing back into her supposedly normal mood once Sage had disappeared. This of course manifested itself in the form of another sexual joke… and Razeluxe found her staring at his lower side once again. Damn, and the blush was just leaving too. Well, now it was back again, his inability to take these jokes with a straight face as apparent as he was tall compared to her. If he was going to be going to school here, he would be better off learning to deal with these, but for now that task was impossible.
Again, she joked, but immediately afterwards, she reminded him that he needed to see the nurse. Here he was procrastination with a hot woman who seemed to want to pull someone’s pants down and mount them. His mother would kill him if she heard what Azalea was saying. Not her, just Raze. It was Razeluxe’s fault for whatever reason, she would probably say…. After stabbing him.
“Y-yeah…” he mumbled, and as she turned to interact with the others, he found the nurse. He ended up getting an assistant nurse, rather than the real deal. She was a bit older, around 30, maybe, and had black hair that fell down to her waist.
….
...
He had kept the conversation quiet enough to where the other kids in the office did not hear about it, and when he was handed his pill case, he stuffed it into his deep pockets. This was around the time Azalea had mentioned calling the black-headed female a Chinese girl. Should he have even returned? What was she talking about? It then hit him that the young girl couldn’t speak. Oh, he thought embarrassedly. He could’ve made it worse, he the figured.
But it was about time to get going and he didn’t really want to be late. The white-headed man had ordered the black-headed…wait….Razeluxe took a better look. Was that a guy? Yeah, it was. With cat-ears too. What was wrong with him? Well, aside from his lack of voice. He seemed to try to laugh, but because it was impossible to do so, it was silent. The White-headed man would press once more before Cat-guy caved in and listened, and this is where things got really, really uncomfortable.
He gave Azalea a kiss…. And then Razeluxe too.
As soon as the man had his back turned, Raze wiped his…..his whatever off in pure disgust. No no, Raze did not swing both ways, only one. Raze also disliked being touched in general, and in such a way was… uncomfortable. The suggestive note he left on Azalea’s head also shook him a bit. It was not grounds for Razeluxe to hate someone, but now he felt… nervous. Like he should watch the boy. And he would.
“…Well, I will see you later, Azalea.” He said after a small silence. “It was a great pleasure to meet you. Don’t be afraid to speak to me if you so wish.” He told her, even if he doubted that would ever be a problem. She didn’t seem to mind talking about sex as if it were the weather, so he figured she wouldn’t hesitate to stop and talk to him if it was her want. Either way, it was a courtesy. For now, he simply needed to get back to his seat before the ‘horde’ prevented him from doing so.
As he stepped out of the Nurses office, offering one more warm smile to the girl who hid her lust only in fables, he found that the horde was preventing him from doing so. Shit. He had stepped out, and the many students rushing to get there had swept him away, almost like a wave in the ocean. The unintelligible talking of the students muffled his cries for help (which were simply “hey”) and he was dragged back to the room with which he had left Peachy. Of course, he couldn’t even make it back to her. Now he was going to have to apologize.
But soon the principle started speaking, giving out his introductory speech to the whole of the student body, giving Razeluxe some of the best news ever. No class. For one, whole week, not a single bit of class so that the students may better get familiar with the campus and their new home for however long they were to be enrolled here. Such a godsend, it was. He smiled.
Hopefully this place would be bearable.
It didn’t take long for Azalea to swing back into her supposedly normal mood once Sage had disappeared. This of course manifested itself in the form of another sexual joke… and Razeluxe found her staring at his lower side once again. Damn, and the blush was just leaving too. Well, now it was back again, his inability to take these jokes with a straight face as apparent as he was tall compared to her. If he was going to be going to school here, he would be better off learning to deal with these, but for now that task was impossible.
Again, she joked, but immediately afterwards, she reminded him that he needed to see the nurse. Here he was procrastination with a hot woman who seemed to want to pull someone’s pants down and mount them. His mother would kill him if she heard what Azalea was saying. Not her, just Raze. It was Razeluxe’s fault for whatever reason, she would probably say…. After stabbing him.
“Y-yeah…” he mumbled, and as she turned to interact with the others, he found the nurse. He ended up getting an assistant nurse, rather than the real deal. She was a bit older, around 30, maybe, and had black hair that fell down to her waist.
….
...
He had kept the conversation quiet enough to where the other kids in the office did not hear about it, and when he was handed his pill case, he stuffed it into his deep pockets. This was around the time Azalea had mentioned calling the black-headed female a Chinese girl. Should he have even returned? What was she talking about? It then hit him that the young girl couldn’t speak. Oh, he thought embarrassedly. He could’ve made it worse, he the figured.
But it was about time to get going and he didn’t really want to be late. The white-headed man had ordered the black-headed…wait….Razeluxe took a better look. Was that a guy? Yeah, it was. With cat-ears too. What was wrong with him? Well, aside from his lack of voice. He seemed to try to laugh, but because it was impossible to do so, it was silent. The White-headed man would press once more before Cat-guy caved in and listened, and this is where things got really, really uncomfortable.
He gave Azalea a kiss…. And then Razeluxe too.
As soon as the man had his back turned, Raze wiped his…..his whatever off in pure disgust. No no, Raze did not swing both ways, only one. Raze also disliked being touched in general, and in such a way was… uncomfortable. The suggestive note he left on Azalea’s head also shook him a bit. It was not grounds for Razeluxe to hate someone, but now he felt… nervous. Like he should watch the boy. And he would.
“…Well, I will see you later, Azalea.” He said after a small silence. “It was a great pleasure to meet you. Don’t be afraid to speak to me if you so wish.” He told her, even if he doubted that would ever be a problem. She didn’t seem to mind talking about sex as if it were the weather, so he figured she wouldn’t hesitate to stop and talk to him if it was her want. Either way, it was a courtesy. For now, he simply needed to get back to his seat before the ‘horde’ prevented him from doing so.
As he stepped out of the Nurses office, offering one more warm smile to the girl who hid her lust only in fables, he found that the horde was preventing him from doing so. Shit. He had stepped out, and the many students rushing to get there had swept him away, almost like a wave in the ocean. The unintelligible talking of the students muffled his cries for help (which were simply “hey”) and he was dragged back to the room with which he had left Peachy. Of course, he couldn’t even make it back to her. Now he was going to have to apologize.
But soon the principle started speaking, giving out his introductory speech to the whole of the student body, giving Razeluxe some of the best news ever. No class. For one, whole week, not a single bit of class so that the students may better get familiar with the campus and their new home for however long they were to be enrolled here. Such a godsend, it was. He smiled.
Hopefully this place would be bearable.
The note read: "The both of you are invited to Band Practice. Room M003 near the assembly hall. See you two hotnesses later.
~ A. C."
"Sure, bro. Give us a place, don't give us a time. I'm a woman, hence, I'm psychic," she said sarcastically, reading around the handsome brunette and tucking the note in his back pocket. She would admit her hand lingered on his backside for a little too long. He had a great ass.
"C'mon, doggy, let's get you back to my cute little Hana," she said, having already claimed Hana for herself. "To the nurse," she said for Brunette's sake as she ushered the dog forward to his mistress. "What's your name, besides Tall, Dark and Handsome?" she asked with a light smirk.
"HANA~" Azalea squealed, dashing into the nurse's office at an incredible speed, she slapped her hand on a chair, double flipping into the air and tackling Hana onto the bed. "Woooooo!" she yelped, sitting on the young girl, her legs tucked around Hana's torso. Azalea bent down and pressed a kiss right over Hana's lips. "Hana Banana, goooood morning," she cooed, taking Hana's face in her hands and wrapping her in a suffocating hug.
"Your dog is a saint and you are a Goddess," she announced, squishing her red cheek against Hana's soft, round ones. "We are naming your dog Saint Dog and I'm building a tent and calling it St. Dog's Chapel," she proclaimed.
"Oh my god, my feels," she gushed, jumping off of Hana and getting ready to pounce on Zeal.
"Azalea," the nurse said in a warning tone. "Most people can actually feel." Mrs. Osaka pursed her lips then, realising what had just slipped through her lips. Mrs. Osaka hadn't wanted them to know, Azalea having a very, very long record of being beaten or tortured by other students. 'Make the unfeeling girl feel' seemed to be a ritual initiation that all new students had to go through. She hadn't wanted that to happen to Azalea.
"You killed my funk," Azalea whined with a pout as she crossed her arms over her chest. She jumped off the beds and bounced on her feet. "Oh wow, I'm so sleepy!" she said with wide eyes as she jumped up and down. "CAFFEINE!" Her gaze snapped over to the jar of lollipops Mrs. Osaka kept in her office then.
"Azalea!" Mrs. Osaka yelled as the pink haired girl snatched a lollipop from the jar. "You shouldn't!"
"I'd like to see you stop me," Azalea snarled, snapping her teeth as she slipped behind a desk, dodging and avoiding the grasp of the ancient school nurse. Then, suddenly, she dropped to the floor and bounced back up, slipping around a surprised Mrs. Osaka. Cackling loudly, Azalea ran out of the room - but not without slapping a kiss on Satomi, too.
"I'm going for the lesbian look this year," she said hastily. "Can you tell?"
Azalea popped the lollipop into her mouth, sucking and licking at it suggestively. "Oh, this is oh so small," she said with emphasis on 'small.' "I could use something big."
"Azalea!" Mrs. Osaka gushed with a furious blush. Oh, Azalea did so love making people feel awkward.
"Ooo, this is strawberry and cream flavoured," she said. "Like my strawberry hair you could totally run your fingers through during s-"
"Azalea Kristin Fray!" the nurse exclaimed.
"Retreat, retreat," Azalea gasped, pretending to speak into an imaginary walky-talky. "Mayday, mayday. Angry nurse alert." She laughed, stepping backwards and slipping out the door. Azalea's sneakers slapped against the polished floor as she ran down the hallway. There was a loud boom as she slapped the double doors open. Soon she found herself at the assembly hall. She caught the last snippets of announcement.
"Make friends."
No, she was not going to 'make friends.' She had the misfortune of having Sage as a brother and as she lost all motor control around him and he happened to be very, very good at ruining lives, she wasn't going to bother. In fact, she hoped nobody even liked her. Azalea turned to the female washrooms then, slipping in and standing in front of the mirror at one of the sinks. She pulled out a large bag from her already large messenger bag. She washed her face, scrubbing madly at her skin and lips to get Sage's scent and touch out of her. Azalea pulled her tank top over her head, everything, she took everything off, even her shoes.
After she'd towel dried her body - she was practically naked but what the hell, gracing people with her nudity was as good as community work - she pulled pulled on her best hooker-lingerie. She'd had the school's green skirt altered so it was incredibly short, covering enough to be decent and no more. She was grateful for the school uniform's long white sleeves, they covered the finger marks all along her arms and the burn she'd received from scraping her arm along the floor when she tackled Zeal to the ground. Azalea combed out her pale pink hair, its waves fell perfectly around her now, each strand falling like gold and silk. Without a strand out of place, she began on the makeup. Azalea covered the bruises and cuts with the precision and speed of someone who did it everyday.
By the end of it, she was perfect.
Not a single injury could be seen on her and one would think she were a pampered rich girl or a model from the looks of her. Azalea tied the black ribbon under her collar, it sat perfectly between her collar bones. Her wavy hair brushed past her skirt and skimmed her black thigh-high socks that had been stretched out over her long legs. Her shoes shone almost as brightly as her hair. Azalea briefly considered letting all her injuries show, but decided otherwise. She didn't want to have to deal with Sage. He liked to see his sister perfect.
She stepped out of the girl's bathroom and when a boy turned to stare at her, startled, she saw herself through his eyes.
She saw her large, intense, light silver eyes; her crimson lips; her pink hair streaked with gold and crimson and her hourglass figure sculpted as if from an artist's vision of an ideal woman. She was flawless. She was Azalea.
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Luke Aisoku
*smiles*
Walker McMullin
Now, is it wrong for me to say I keep an eye out?
Yumiko Hikarinaki
"I'm sorry... I didn't see you there."
Wolfgang Fujimoto
"Outta my way, freak."
Satomi Honoka
*Looks at you blankly for a moment before smiling* "My lip reading isn't that great right now...but hello anyway."
Kora Neverwinter
"Life is a competition. And I intend to win."
Hana Fujio
"Music is all the vision I need."
Peachy Ro
"Hey cheer up! Thing's will turn around~"
Razeluxe Kagoshima
"What happens to your heart if it's already broken?"
Zeal Yamaka
"Ahh dammit, why is drawing with my other hand so hard?"
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"What happens to your heart if it's already broken?"
Amaya Kago
"S-sorry."
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"Life is a competition. And I intend to win."
Yumiko Hikarinaki
"I'm sorry... I didn't see you there."
Alexander Tores
"Writing on notebooks is the way I communicate when I don't have a translator."
Zeal Yamaka
"Ahh dammit, why is drawing with my other hand so hard?"
Luke Aisoku
*smiles*
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"Hey cheer up! Thing's will turn around~"
Walker McMullin
Now, is it wrong for me to say I keep an eye out?
Satomi Honoka
*Looks at you blankly for a moment before smiling* "My lip reading isn't that great right now...but hello anyway."
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"Writing on notebooks is the way I communicate when I don't have a translator."
Walker McMullin
Now, is it wrong for me to say I keep an eye out?
Aedan Connors
Would you like to hear a few cords, sir?
Yumiko Hikarinaki
"I'm sorry... I didn't see you there."
Razeluxe Kagoshima
"What happens to your heart if it's already broken?"
Luke Aisoku
*smiles*
Wolfgang Fujimoto
"Outta my way, freak."
Kora Neverwinter
"Life is a competition. And I intend to win."
Peachy Ro
"Hey cheer up! Thing's will turn around~"
Satomi Honoka
*Looks at you blankly for a moment before smiling* "My lip reading isn't that great right now...but hello anyway."
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