C o n f u s i o n | C l o s e t|--->A one x one.

[toxkillfraex]

Once Kono pulled back he was more convinced to receive a slap of some sort, but instead he found himself face with a blushing girl that answered him with a peck. A little kiss! He didn't need more confirmation, but hearing Emily imitate his words was quite endearing and cute. The boy gave a goofy grin slightly feeling that their roles of understanding were inversed for a minute. Now she was giving him broken Japanese speech instead of him giving her broken shady English sentences.

He was quite overwhelmed by his joyous emotions. Besides, who would have thought something as exotic as a rich pushy American girl would answer his foolishness in kind? But it had happened and with his emotions flowing over he pretty much assaulted Emily with a bear hug yelling.

"Domo, domo!... Thank you!"
He really wanted to express that this was beyond all his little silent hopes, but as far as English went he was at a loss for words. He took a while before he let go again and still with a stupid grin his face he added.

"Party? Friday? Please? I uhm...Heard of one... Brother...Oh... Ksa.. Please?" He waited for the girls answer and whatever it was he would still hug her tight and press his lips almost plumply on her cheek. Yet, before any more plans could even remotely be made a voice echoed behind Kono.

"Get our hands of my sister!"
Like he was caught red handed -and in part out of habit- Kono let go of his just confirmed beloved and ran of like his a** was on fire.

_______________________________A few days later, evening, a students house_______________________________

Too loud music. Semi-drunk people. If anything these Amarican's knew how to party. They just had no clue how to guess the age of an Asian. Half of the people present guessed Kono about five years older for some reason, for as far anybody bothered to voice that guess to a guy that seemed to be going straight for a Delirium Tremes with how bad his English sounded.

Kono wasn't drunk though, not for an inch he was s**t nervous though. Hoping Emily had been able to connect dots. He had come more prepared though, but his preparation would all be for naught if it had to rest much long in his jacket away from peering eyes.

There was some oddly familiar faces around though. A brunette, some guy Kono had seen his brother talk too. And there was a full on raven head that run a bell flirting with some guy, but he wouldn't bet his life on knowing her. Maybe it was just that... Slutty act.
 

[toxkillfraex]

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Annabelle had felt weird most of the past months. Some would've called it love others longing and she thought of it as sheer insanity. All that she wanted to do the most were complete contradictions. She wanted to forget and remember at the same time and it made both a hell to even consider. Somehow she managed both, never at the same time but she did. The first two weeks back home had left her inhibited in more ways than one until she convince herself that there really was no way in hell she'd see a guy from California ever again. Well... not in the near future that is. Maybe if she got a job there and he gt so deep in trouble that he'd need a decent lawyer... Oh he definitely seemed like the type to get into deep s**t she could talk him out of. Oh these ideas... She'd rather never have had them.

She did sleep around again after a while then, relieved at first that she still had it in her, bored with what she got even though there was no difference other than experience or vibe. Vibe.... Hah that she'd ever consider it an issue, but it was and it stayed. She could forget whenever she was at it, even if it was only for half an hour before thinking she had betrayed herself, ruined her karma or something. Suddenly she seemed to believe in anything just as an excuse that she just had to forget, but her heart ached and forced her to keep on remembering that...

He left a day early.

and...


That was love.

It was almost always like that. Out loud what she blamed and silently what was true. Then out of nowhere, because of school or her mother or her sister or something else she seemed to finally forget how torn she was. She seemed to finally forget that the rose on her windowsill was something special she shouldn't have held on and had wound up in the trash can more than once before being saved again.

By then however she had let her hair grow out to it's natural darker color and had it shaved of more than it had been before. That hadn't deterred any admirers though and she still had it in her to flirt. As matter of fact on the very day she'd love and hate more than the little hotel escapade she was flirting with a useless nobody she'd forget existed the next day. She was definitely tipsy lingering close to drunk and she wasn't going to stop drinking. She needed something to make it a little easier to get in a guy's pants willing.

Music and other drunk kids? Oh she didn't know that s**t existed... Only the little fool before her that was trying to look down her cleavage a bit too much. She pretended to be surprised whenever he'd say something... Heck she managed to fake giggle whenever the guy thought he was whispering something sexy in her ear...

Was this life? Was this really life?

God she missed Fang... Wait no she needed another beer.

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Yours truely,_____
______________Annabelle~

 

[toxkillfraex]

In a quite different part of the party sat a rather tall girl pretty much alone. On first sight she just seemed like she clothed her body a bit too much, but on a second sight the cuts in her pants tend to show more than just a trace of dark tattoos. The same went for her hands with several letter etched onto each of her fingers spelling out Love Thine which served for her as a large reminder hat she had to love herself. Why? Because she often felt alone. Mostly because she tended to tense up and say barely a word to a stranger.

This wasn't the first time she was dragged out of her place. This was however the first time she had to fend for herself. A few frustrated text messages ago she had come to learn the plan of her few friends to make her open up. Leave her abandoned all alone on a party with people she didn't know. She simple stared at her cellphone flabbergasted while sitting on the couch there.

Gosh she didn't want to meet new people... They'd wonder what 'other' tattoo's she had on her body besides what was on her fingers and legs. Too bad she didn't like it as a conversation opener because it often led to her shaking her head unconvincingly and the other side asking about her nose ring... And if they were drunk whether there were nastier places pierce.

Gosh the nerve of some men. She'd rather not explain or anything. She had just used her own body as a canvas! Was that so weird it had to open a conversation?
 

[Belavula]

[Had a good cry in real life before I could face writing this post...]





Months…how silly it seemed to Fang that months could feel like an eternity of waiting. Perhaps before meeting ‘Tinkerbell’ the unusual man would have been kept busy in the usual pursuit of physical companionship…but unlike Annabelle, Fang couldn’t look at another person and want physical intimacy. Mostly because it wasn’t intimacy, it was just sex, and what talent he possessed in inspiring the body to climax was wasted on one night stands or weekend visits. Fang wanted something more, something lasting, something that wasn’t one sided or left him feeling undervalued…Something that his elder brother Skull seemed to have so easily stumbled upon with the girl who resembled their younger sister. The truth was that Fang might always be jealous of what his brother had, from the day his brother got a bigger toy than he did, to arriving at the Overlook Hotel and seeing that same disturbing tomboyish brunette escorted about by his brother. It really didn’t matter that Bella was now with Casey and about to have a baby, because his brother still loved her. It didn’t seem fair to him that his brother could be in such sweet misery over her when he had so easily left him and the good parts of their family behind.

How did Fang know this? Well, the truth was that Fang did not go back home to the place he kept with Emily and their absent parents. Nay, in fact, he used the fact that Emily was with Harold to stay close by in a hotel to try and let his heart mend from whatever it was that happened with Tink at the Overlook. He knew his heart ached to leave, ached even more to stay away, but that pain at least felt bearable…until he realized that the same girl went to Skull’s college. On the off chance of perhaps spying on his brother (or Bella, more particularly), the man had put on a wig and glasses to maneuver about during the usual lunch hours in search of the brunette to find someone who looked so much like Tinkerbelle that his body froze in one position from shock. At first he couldn’t believe that it was her, it had to be someone that just looked like her because the hair was different. However, after following the girl once or twice, he noticed that the girl seemed to have the same personality. That same…magnetic power over his stomach that left his knees feeling somewhat weak. Perhaps any man in love might jump for joy, take the mask off, and walk over to reveal himself and ask for another date but Fang thought he knew her down to the core…and he knew that Tinkerbelle wasn’t the type to have more than one sexual encounter with the same person if she could possibly help it. Given that he happened to be around when she was flirting with another man, whatever desire he had to chase her died in his stomach.

Seeing Annabelle, just made him so terribly angry. Fang simply couldn’t look at her, not without feeling pain, and being reminded of old feelings that used to rip through his chest like a wire fence. Annabelle brought back all the feelings that he used sex to repress, and seeing her made it impossible not to face the demons in his closet. A year ago, Fang might have just shut the door as quickly as it opened; but, this time Fang went back to his hotel…and let himself think over the past that haunted him. There was once a girl that was nicknamed Vixen, and both himself and Skull slept with her. They were all very close friends, like friends or siblings, and they always hung out together since middle school. At any rate, they grew up…he fell in love with her, but Vixen was head over heels for Skull. And Skull…well…he loved someone outside of their little group and Fang had to watch Vixen weep and cry; waiting for Skull to come home or visit. There was only so much he could take before he gave up on love, on waiting for someone, and in accepting that he realized why he was so very angry at Tinkerbelle. He realized at the overlook that he wanted more, and knew that if he kept watching the woman he would be in that same situation…fawning over someone who was chasing someone else.

So Fang’s visits were few and far between, and he intentionally put a block on his mind so that he couldn’t think about our dear Annabelle. She vexed him too much, and so Fang put his thoughts back to the things that usually plagued him. His brother. Foolish or not to want to both best him and be able to somehow win back the man’s affection, Fang simply kept one eye on the painted male who was always texting Bella. ‘ Why is she so important? How is she so special? Is the baby Skull’s?’, Fang desperately wanted to know what it was that made Bella so sought after, to the point where he even debated trying to flirt with the pregnant woman who looked too much like their awful sister…but that desire soon died in the knowledge that whatever it was that Bella had, that was what he wanted, and he didn’t really want her anyway. If he had her it would only be for a week to gloat over his brother, and that wasn’t very kind of a thing…and would ultimately push Skull away for the remainder of their days.

That curiosity simply wouldn’t die, and in feeling forced to watch a pregnant woman it made Fang wonder about having kids himself. Before, it would always have been a flat out ‘no’, but then the idea occurred to him…‘ A baby that I –know- is mine, with a woman that needed me so often that a baby could be made. A real home…family…’, that was what Harold wanted, and damn that was what Fang wanted so badly that he felt he had to repress it under selfish needs and sex to keep himself from remembering it. Maneuvering the halls in thought, which was to be his last day at the school originally, Fang was just about to suck up the gumption to fly back home and say that Emily could come back when he saw one particular brunette…and her almost Bella-like expression laced about her face.

This woman was gorgeous, not for her breasts or a** or dominant ‘take me now’ personality that he usually enjoyed. It was the girl’s eyes, she seemed to have…sad eyes…and watching her was almost like seeing a person look on the outside, the same way he was feeling on the inside, and even if only in his own mind a connection was made. He just thought he knew, that whoever this girl was she was a ‘good girl’, someone he could bring home…have a child with, perhaps elope with if the situation allowed for it. More importantly, she looked to be girlfriend material. Not only girlfriend material, but a girlfriend that Fang hoped more than anything that he could trust to not smash his heart into a thousand pieces. Whether she was a distraction from Annabelle or not, Fang was on a mission, and he would not rest until she was his.

So setting to work, Fang waited until one of the girl’s friends was by him or herself to chat them up, inquire of her, ask if she was single. Whomever this friend was, he or she seemed to like the idea of their shy friend finally being on a date. Whether that be willingly, or through a harmless little…trap. Watching the girl in question –Sandra, as that was the name he was told- siting on a couch with that irresistible look on her precious face, Fang hid in his dark spot and watched her for several minutes…almost forgetting that others could be at the party. Forgetting even the necessity of wearing a wig, since it slipped his mind that he could be recognized without it. Watching her, though his eyes barely grazed over her body as though she might sense his look and run away, Fang finally slipped from the darkness and sat down on the couch before his brown eyes glanced over at the girl’s phone with as comforting an expression as the unnatural man could make.

“ Waiting for your friends to pick you up?”, Fang said with a hint of a playful smirk tilting the corner of his warm mouth. Saying something potentially funny being the best way to break the ice with a woman such as Sandra, the man could only wait and let his brown eyes glaze over the emotions on her face in a studious light.

 

[toxkillfraex]

She was pretty much about to make a run for it and leave when the amount of weight on the couch just shifted slightly. A part of he mind told her to not look and just stand up leave and make the long walk home. The other part voted against it, because the night cold for a whole hour didn't seem to enticing. Honestly, lost as she was, it seemed the best just look and see just who had caused the slight shift of the couch. She wasn't quite expecting to see a guy, much less without a slurred by alcohol and intoxication expression. Sadly enough the warming expression she met eyes with didn't comfort her, but instead made gulp slightly.

“Waiting for your friends to pick you up?”
A doubtful laugh escaped her lips. She wished... She was more waiting for prince charming on a white horse or in more modern terms. Somebody nice enough to drive her home in a white cabriolet... with a flat tire. Yeah... right... This guy didn't look like the material to just ask whether she wanted a ride home.

"I wish..."
She mumbled, pressing her lips tightly onto each other and looking away. Anywhere else to place her eyes was good. Heaven forbid this guy might even dare to think to gloat over a sad pathetic person like... Her thoughts stopped there as she had turned her eyes to her hands. Good thing she had the reminder. Everybody was right. Her mind was filled with far to negative thoughts. The only advantage it ever gave was that she was pretty damn good at thinking up rather 'original' horror stories. She slightly cleared her throat, merely glancing at the guys knees.

"Somebody.... decided it was a good idea to just... ditch me."
She said, her voice barely rising much above the sound of the music in the building. She wrinkled her nose, sighed, let herself fall into the back of the couch and shoved her phone into her pants. There was something desperate about her, but she managed a rather small smile. Almost like she had known all along that she'd end up alone here.


((I'm surprised I answered this quickly... Annabelle can wait bit before bloating up in jealousy =P))  

[Belavula]

It had been several days since the initial first kiss, and yet Emily still had her head in the clouds daydreaming about a certain blonde Asian boy. Still oblivious to his name being anything but ‘Konoke’, Emily had put together vague clues on the internet to figure out the address of the silly house party, and she intended to make as little a scene as possible in sneaking out to go there. At any rate, since her eldest brother caught her and Kono, he seemed to be in a world of his own problems…not that the man genuinely cared about her anyway. ‘ Like hell Skull even comes out of his room…’ , the girl thought to herself as she anxiously stared at two bras wondering if she should even wear one or if she should wear the pushup and/or stuff a normal one just a little. At her age, her two brothers had been promiscuous enough with one or two people so often that to Emily it seemed commonplace to be physical on –some- level when you were with someone. Uncertain what to think of how future dates would go, but knowing she wanted to be prepared anyway, Emily anxiously nibbled on her lip and chose the push up bra simply because if anything stronger happened it might be embarrassing for Konoke to pull out tissue paper. He might not even want you that much Em…her brain tried to tell her, but in trying to remain as posh as she usually was, Emily decided to ignore it and scoff as she put on a little dark green dress. ‘ If Konokins doesn’t like me, he wouldn’t have kissed me.’

And that was that.

Now, however, it was much harder to convince herself that the world was well…because she had been aimlessly sneaking around plants looking for Kono at this house party, half dreading to see Kono off in a corner with some other girl. A common fear of the Kempt family, if secrets were to be expressed. About to give up and check other houses nearby in case she came to the wrong party, Emily thought she saw her precious Kono and waited behind a decorative bookshelf that resided in a hallway. If he happened to pass by, she would have tried to grab her arms around him and pull him to her, but for starters her usual ‘commanding’ voice broke under the excitement of potentially seeing him and she called out in a less stern tone than she usually used.

“ Konoke!”, Emily called out in as loud a whisper as she could do without yelling and tried to squeeze him closer to kiss his cheek. “ I missed you…”

 

[Belavula]

Just barely having time to raise an obtuse eyebrow from the less than confident laugh that bubbled out of Sandra’s mouth, Fang tilted his head to the side in thought when the raven-head mumbled ‘I wish’ in reply to his comment. Perhaps Sandra didn’t think he would care about her answer, or that he might let it fall in one ear and out the other; but, Fang let his eyebrows furrow in a semblance of stern apprehension of the people who claimed to be her friends. After all, they seemed to have had no trouble in getting her to come here, without even properly questioning him to see if he was a decent guy beforehand. At the time he had been overjoyed at the possibility of having some alone time with Sandra, and he hadn’t taken the time to study the facts…not that it was his particular strongpoint anyway. Slightly concerned that Sandra genuinely had bad friends, or she was putting herself down by the comment, the mystery vexed him and the stern expression of concentration that lingered on Kempt faces resurfaced on his face as the main trait inherited by his father that he didn’t mind being passed down to him. Staring down at Sandra’s hands simply because her own eyes drifted down towards them, Fang re-read the inscription he had already memorized. It seemed to Fang that the words stabbed into her skin could be helpful to anybody, but mostly…they drew him in, from his own lack of ability to cherish himself. Looking up a little with his hazel brown eyes to feel the subtle burn of Sandra’s gaze on his knees, Fang awkwardly wiggled the toes in his right shoe in a nervous fidget that he hoped the pretty young girl wouldn’t be able to recognize with his boots on.

“ Somebody…. Decided it was a good idea to just… ditch me.”, and it was in that moment of the final word parting from Sandra’s lips that Fang’s eyes widened in subtle horror and his heart began to race faster in his chest. His plan was going horribly wrong. Great Fang! Wonderful idea indeed! You catch her here alone to get to know her better, and here she thinks her friends willingly forgot about her!’, angered at himself, but not enough for the anger to touch his stoic Kempt face, Fang bit down on the left side of his tongue and it may have made his jaw tense up as though irked or irritated. However, as the seconds passed and Sandra put her phone into her pocket, Fang stretched to pop his neck before an almost…warm…tender, laugh broke from his lips. Just three laughs melodically tied into one jovial chuckle burned from his throat and in extending his right hand, he let it hover in the air in waiting for a handshake.

“ I wouldn’t say ‘ditched' so much as...err...'tricked'...”, Fang said in warm tones as his mouth curled into his unique little smile that showcased his larger than usual fang tooth. Fess up if you want her. So nervous of getting on Sandra’s bad side, an odd emotion for a confident man to be, Fang paused to rub the back of his neck to soothe the muscles before he continued on explaining himself; a playful smirk brightening his face.

“ I think you were shanghaied into coming here to meet me…”, the light in his eyes grew stronger as the anxiety caused the boldness in his smile to falter to an awkward grin. “…because I think they thought...that if you knew someone wanted to have a date with you, you wouldn’t come here tonight…”, and once more bubbling up in shaky chuckles, Fang let a bashful curl tilt the edge of the nervous smirk splashed about his face.

 

[toxkillfraex]

"Say... Haven't you noticed a pattern after about fifteen years?"
"Suoh I have no idea what you're implying now."
"Well, Kono always runs of, somehow you or Aiko figure it out Toto and then... After allot of effort Kono pretty much runs back into your arms."
"And that means?"

Suoh sighed giving up on trying to speak Asian over the noise in this building to simply explain that the effort of being here looking after the ex-pinkhead was a complete waste. Then again with how startled the now blond sixteen year old had seemed a couple of days ago it might be better that they were looking for the boy. Kono might be in over his head...

"never mind.."

He further quietly followed his taller friend to the back garden bit of the house. He did his best to ignore chicks that seemed to think that both of these Asian men had the complete air of being single and straight. For one only one of them was straight and the one that wasn't straight seemed to have bonded while he was of here in the exotic US of A. Maybe it ran in the family, might explain Kono's odd behavior.

Speaking of the back garden... There was a pool here and Suoh glanced uncomfortably at Makoto who seemed unusually unmoved by the presence of water once. That or the crowd gave the man a reason to not show what lingered in his brain like a scar. Gosh the story was worthy of a book, but enough of that. Suoh was just about to pull Makoto back to the house when Mato decided that it was a good idea to swiftly turn on his heel and almost sprint back in the house.

"You look here I'll look upstairs..."
He commanded... So much for being unmoved.
 

[toxkillfraex]

Where the heck was she! The message had been lost in translation hadn't it? All this trouble! And for what? Just hang around a bunch of people you can't understand or don't even know only to be left out in the cold. This was a stupid plan. A stupid sightless idea, but Kono so craved another taste of those strawberry gloss lips or was it cherry? And her flowery overly expensive smell. It was just divine!

Kono sighed deeply clenching his hidden little present a bit too tight. He hissed a little as it prickled his hand and then looked up to spot the stature of his elder brother.

Ho s**t!
Kono thought swiftly slipping through the crowd only to be yanked out of it all of the sudden. The boy yelped thinking his siblings had gotten their game plan improved and had managed to out smart their little brother.
“ I missed you…”

Oh Kami-sama! Domo ******** arigato! She was here after all! They had just been missing each other in this house. He squeezed her back almost instantly taken away by her wonderful smell. The peck! Oh that was a hell of allot welcome... If anything Kono was head over heels here. Yet, there were poachers on the coast willing enough to break up this happy reunion. Kono as a matter of fact was aware enough to spot his brother coming back inside from outside somewhere.

"Uhm... Emeerah..." Kono swallowed tightly keeping his jacket well enclosed around his body. "Err... Follow." He stammered before grabbing the brunette's hand and leading her up the stairs with some haste. Up there he took a break... Until he heard footsteps up the stair he skittered along with his beloved only to shove he both of them into a tiny too small closet with a single light.

"Uh... Sorry... We alright... Here?"
Kono swallowed lightly, fumbling around above his head to find the switch of the light -only to find it on a wall- before turning it on. There was a rather goofy secrecy smile on his as he spoke on.
"I have... Gift." He said with a little nod slowly pulling out a rose that... Well it had suffered a bit and was had a few bruises.
"Sorry... I tried.... uh..." Kono bit his lip uncomfortably hoping that the rose was enough to show that he really really liked her allot and much. He wanted to show how much his heart was pounding in his throat right now and what not. Before his brother rooted them out...
 

[Rabenstein]

It was a wonder on this evening of festivities and deep thoughts that no one took the time to look around for Skull. It seemed for the past several months, Harold had slipped into the background and become a shadow that drifted from class to class. Truthfully, that was what he was, because in taking more medication than he needed his social nature had taken a turn for the worst. Sure, he babysat his sister when she visited, kept a watchful eye on the brunette, but perhaps the situation with Bella had hardened his heart even to his own self. In the past, he had no reservations in lavishing his hatred on his little sister, and now…he acted on autopilot, and let the girl think she really could sneak out without him knowing. As most evenings, all Skull had to do was open up his phone and check out where Emily’s cellphone was on the radar. Noticing that tonight, Emily was at a residential home that seemed familiar, it didn’t take much for Skull to figure out that his little sister was probably at a house party. ‘ No doubt to see that asian boy…’, Skull mused with little care on the subject…after all, if his snobbish little trollop of a sister wanted to be stupid and get knocked up, well, her boyfriend could help her.

Lingering outside having a cigarette on the curb of a sidewalk, Harold glanced to the house three doors down that had lights on upstairs. Watching the silhouette of a familiar woman pace about in an upstairs bedroom, Skull couldn’t help but hold in the smoke in his lungs from the knowledge that Bella was just within walking distance if he really wanted to be a nuisance and knock at her door. Don’t do it…She’s with Casey, his mind piped up again, and Harold was finding it harder and harder to listen to reason. Sure he stayed away a month or two, but stay away completely? Harold simply couldn’t do it. The best he could do was see Bella without her knowing it, and without involving creepy cameras or telescopes, her silhouette in the window was the best that could be afforded a man; not that he showed up here more than once or twice a month. Tonight Bella seemed to be especially worried, or she wouldn’t have texted him so much an hour ago. That worried him, but what would she think if he just waltzed up to her front door and knocked? ‘Harold what are you doing here?’ she might say, and Harold didn’t want to have to face a question that Bella already should know the answer of.

Blowing out the smoke he held in his chest, Harold took another long drag of his cigarette before tossing it to the street and standing up from his concrete chair. ‘ If I was Casey, I’d damn well be here…’, Skull thought to himself, but then chided his reasoning for thinking such a thing. If he was Casey, a whole lot of s**t never would have happened…and maybe he would never have fallen for Bella in the first place. Feeling the cold air ruffle through his hair, Skull was just about to wander off for yet another of his gloomy late night strolls when he thought he saw a familiar face walking towards the house where his sister was no doubt partying. For some reason she looked very familiar, but he didn’t know her name and wasn’t even sure where he had seen her. All he knew, was that she came from inside Bella’s house, and she certainly didn’t look very happy. ‘ Hrm…’, Skull mused to himself, and in watching the woman walk a bit, Skull felt the strangest inclination to follow…  

[Rabenstein]

One might think that a house that looked as nice on the outside as the home Bella and Casey lived in would be as cheerful on the inside…but the longer Sarah spent inside that home the colder it seemed downstairs. As it was, she had tried to visit Bella today only to find her asleep, and even when she could hear footsteps upstairs the brunette didn’t come down to say hello. Lately she had been very moody and…depressed…and at times it scared Sarah a little. It wasn’t like she visited often, but Pino often called her, worried about his big sister not calling him back, and so Sarah had driven the few hours from her apartment to check on Bella and since then it became a bi-weekly trip. It seemed strange to some people, but pregnant women could be more likely to want to kill themselves, and regardless of that not being much of her business anymore, Sarah couldn’t say she suddenly stopped caring about the person she dated in high school. Did Sarah still consider herself ‘in love’ with Bella? No…and that was one of the reasons why she didn’t keep calling the brunette after her family moved away. ‘ I don’t see why she has to shut me out though…’ Bella mused, and couldn’t help but think that it had something to do with Iorwen telling Bella they were on a ‘date’ when they weren’t.

Hurriedly walking down the road simply to get away from Bella’s house, Sarah was oblivious to there being a party nearby as she slid her hands into her pockets and gingerly bit down on the inside of her cheek. Black stringy hair restlessly tussled in the wind and no matter how she shook her head, the strands kept batting her cheeks about and making watching where she was going a nuisance. ‘ Why is it always so cold here?...’, Sarah mused, and suddenly began to feel the odd sensation that she was being followed. Uncertain what to think, the raven-head stopped to peek around her shoulder and sure enough there was another man clad in black walking down the sidewalk and without thinking of how it would look, Sarah felt so peculiar about being on the street with an unknown man that she turned the corner and began to walk a little faster as though to reassure herself that she wasn’t being followed. Several paces down the sidewalk she tried to turn her head back to peek again, and at first she didn’t see anything; but, as she was about to let out a breath of relief that same man rounded the same corner and she couldn’t help but worry that maybe he wasn’t just going down the same path as she was. For some reason, the man looked a bit familiar, but it was far too dark to be able to tell who the man was, so Sarah simply kept walking down the sidewalk after swallowing the fluid lodging itself in her throat. ‘ Nah he couldn’t be following me…this is a suburban neighborhood, he’s probably just on his way home…Why would he follow me anyway?’, trying not to dwell on the subject but finding that to be impossible, Sarah just kept up the faster walking pace as her heart began to feel an odd sense of curiosity instead of fear, which left her terribly uneasy.

 

[toxkillfraex]

There was something odd going on. Something Sandra couldn't put her finger on. She often had that feeling when 'left behind'. She lightly bit her lip staring confused at... Well this man's hair. She hated making eye contact, she'd always feel horribly exposed when somebody manage to catch her eyes. He was too busy chuckling to notice it. Was he laughing at her situation? He moved and she laid eyes on his extended hands. Would she get a name now? No... She got honesty instead apparently.


“ I wouldn’t say ‘ditched' so much as...err...'tricked'...”
She swallowed a chunk in her throat as her eyes widened at hearing the word 'Tricked'. She sat upright again pushing this man's greeting hand down and out of it's position. He movement wasn't harsh or anything, but she was declining his hand shake, gently, either way. Her eyes by then couldn't go much wider without probably bulging out of her skull. The expression on her face came across more as a horribly confused pout. This guy even seemed to think this was funny with that grin on his face. Good start... Bad with a response.

“ I think you were shanghaied into coming here to meet me…”
At least he was honest. At least he said she was tricked and pushed into this without her knowledge. Gosh... This was the last time she'd let anybody pull her out of her room ever.
She groaned and moved to clutch her head in desperation.

"You've got to be kidding me..." She mumbled, but she had a feeling he wasn't the first that was involved in this sort of trickery... He was at least fair enough to admit it. He was smart enough to start a conversation without the most obvious physical markings mentioned. He reaction to this news, however, seemed to make to other half seated on this couch fall into doubtfulness. He wasn't out just for sex out of curiosity apparently. Nobody gave an awkward grin when rejection seemed apparent. The more often seemed to get angry and move on to insults. At least that was Sandra's experience. This guy instead added more to his conclusion and admittance.

“…because I think they thought...that if you knew someone wanted to have a date with you, you wouldn’t come here tonight…”
Sandra didn't stop clutching her face instead glancing at the man that shakily laughed. She was about to say 'gosh, no s**t Sherlock!' disappointedly and get the heck out of here, when she just remembered why her friends would do this. Oh Sandra had to get out of her room. Oh she'd be forever alone like this. She's to shy to get to know somebody. That's all why... And could she blame them for trying? Trying hard as ********? No she couldn't.
She groaned some more falling back into the couch again and staring at the sealing above their head.

"Why... Why!" She rubbed her eyes, expecting she would soon wake up or something. She didn't, however. The guy was still here probably expecting something else to happen then her blaming herself for being so oblivious. She lightly bit her thumb giving the man next to her a rather awkward and unhappy look.

"I'm..." She breathed out promptly trying to figure out what to say and let of some of the confused steam in her head. "Grateful... That... well... You were honest." She fell silent... Not sure where to go from here. Maybe this guy knew what to do... If it didn't involve invading her personal space just like that. She was guessing this guy didn't know anyhow that he was involved in a displacement and abandonment of a woman highly uncertain when she was alone near a stranger. If anything her whole body language radiated that she didn't know what to do.


 

[toxkillfraex]

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Alright, she needed a moment to get drunker and she sweetly managed to slip out of the grip of the man she had been hitting on for most of the night. No... That wasn't a man, it was a boy high on hormones. She skited quickly around a corner so she could let out an exasperated sigh undisturbed or watched. She moved onwards until she found her way into the kitchen where there was more beer to relieve her mind a bit more from the pressure it had been stuck in for a while now. Pop the cap hear it sizzle for a while and then take a good old gulp.

Another sigh and then a firm decision to continue on... She moved to leave the kitchen, ready to really try and forget. She should really dump that goddamn shirt, that dry rose too. However, she wasn't counting on stopping dead in her tracks at one of the doors to the kitchen.

You must be ******** kidding me...
She thought bitterly as she laid eyes on Fang. Yet at the same time she breathlessly whispered the man's name to herself. God obviously had a ******** up sense of humor to throw their paths in line together. Not just that... The b*****d had to guts to talk to another girl on her turf! ******** that wouldn't be talking with this guy. Hitting most definitely. She shifted her weight on her feet a little to position herself a bit more out of sight. God, this stung... This stung badly. So much for being from sunny California. He was just right here! He must've lied! What was he looking for here anyhow?! He didn't have her address. He ran off! Annabelle literally boiled as her mind raced through hundreds of though capable of breaking her posture. But she held together against all odds managing to keep her outward expression fearless and angry while gritting her teeth.

"Well, well..."
Annabelle looked over her shoulder to find some blond bimbo addressing her. Her eyes were shooting literal lightning bolts almost. The bimbo pretended not to notice and took a short glance past Annabelle to see what was pissing the ex-fake-blonde off.

"Oooh..." She obviously taunted and Annabelle in response straightened herself. If she was a dog she'd be growling with all her hair upright. As a matter of fact she could've sworn the hair in her neck was upright and electrified with pure anger.

"Serves you..." Oh no this b***h wasn't saying that! "Right" In a few seconds Annabelle had her arm pulled back and flung the beer bottle in her hand straight for little miss bimbo's head. Annie screamed from the adrenaline and anger in her mind. The blond bimbo screamed as she just barely managed to avoid a bloody as ******** concussion and the bottle broke on one of the many cupboards in this kitchen spilling most of the alcohol.


It goes without saying that it didn't take saying twice. The little bimbo ran of crying out of sheer shock to safety and didn't even see the tears that had welded up in Annabelle's face. The stupid little bimbo had taken the wrong slut to b***h against. It didn't even matter if Annie had once stolen her boyfriend or not!

She uttered and stampeded out of the second kitchen exit -heaven forbid Fang would see her crying- and continued up the stairs to the second floor where she just noticed a closet fling shut.
"Yeah, you bitches better hide." She mumbled through her tears avoiding to sniffle. Like an angry kid she stomped on until she found an empty room to close and hide for the time being.

((Okay if you post I want Sandra to take the initiative to move somewhere more 'quietly'))

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Yours truely,_____
______________Annabelle~

 

[Rabenstein]

Unaware of how close Kono was to her location, Akina was standing in front of the bathroom mirror, trying to fix her appearance in the reflection of it. To no avail could she fix the slightly splotchy bit of eyeliner that had gathered around the bottom rim of her right eye because of how much she had originally put on a few hours ago. ‘ Back when the make-up looked nice.’, Akina thought to herself, and couldn’t help but remember how the watering of her eyes had been the solvent to spoil her looks. Not that it was anyone’s fault but herself, for getting her hopes up that Makoto would be here. Did she know he was gay? Well, the girl had an inkling, but what was that compared to hope? Dead hope, as it may be. Ever since he walked onto campus Akina had been ‘starstruck’ by his foreign charm. Anyone from Asian countries had a special appeal to her heart, but Makoto was the nice man who smiled and seemed to be the type to go out of his way for the ones he cared about. Really, why did you even come here? Why would Makoto come to parties like this? This place isn’t even you! The girl couldn’t help but feel spurned by her conscience as she kept fiddling a wet tissue under her eye to try and make herself presentable. It took fifteen minutes of rubbing and applying a little more concealer and eye-liner to finally address the problem that her disappointed, weepy, eyes had caused…but she couldn’t keep denying to herself that it was hopeless, and she had to move on.

Stepping outside the bathroom, though not fast enough to see two people disappear in a closet, Akina walked over to the window absentmindedly to stare out at the pool and her heart gave way. ‘ Mato!’, Akina almost screamed the nickname in her head as she turned around and rushed for the stairs. Nothing would get in her way of getting to the pool, and as she kept swiftly pacing her sandaled feet towards the steps, she had no idea of anyone else seeking solitude upstairs or searching for the brother Makoto had lost and so it was with a loud gasp that she stopped in her tracks just narrowly before knocking some stranger she didn’t know down the stairs. You clumsy git! Quickly walking out of the way of the rather intimidating blonde woman, Akina could only wait until the other woman went upstairs before rushing downstairs with lightning (clumsy) feet towards the backyard. Trying desperately to find Makoto in all this mess of people, Akina piped up as she looked around, though she was still partly reluctant to start saying Makoto’s name simply from the fact that they hadn’t talked much outside of classes.

“ um? Ah; excuse me? Please?”, The girl piped up at the different people keeping her trapped by the pool and making her uncomfortable. Not a fan of compressed spaces, Akina started to feel the overwhelming sensation of fear tingling in her stomach and choking her throat that she honestly could never explain. Perhaps if her adoptive parents had told her that she was found trapped in a closet as a toddler, it might give her a sense of understanding to why she felt so afraid when the walls were thin at night. As it was, the sight of someone she couldn’t really see well running strait for her towards the house left her feeling like she would have no space whatsoever and in feeling the fear take hold of her…her natural instinct was to push the stranger into the pool before he collided with her; completely unaware of it being Matoko.

Splash!

The noise of the splash being enough to distract everyone near the pool to look into the water, Akina felt the fear ebb away and that left her mind able to process exactly what happened. You just pushed Mato into the pool! Panicking, though she didn’t know why because the man was in the shallow end, Akina threw her little purse on a lawn chair and undid her sandals whether the dress could get wet or not and bent to the edge of the pool.

“ Makoto!? Are you alright?!”, the girl said as she outstretched her hand in case he wanted the assistance.

 

[Rabenstein]

Sitting by waiting for Sandra to say something felt like holding his thumb to a thorn and waiting for the tip to pierce him. Unable to say a damn word without rambling like a fool, Fang just bit down on the right edge of his tongue and held his teeth there as he tried to ignore all memories of past rejection that spurned him into being the outgoing person he and his brother had never been before. Not even wanting to go down that road right now, Fang ignored all thoughts of his ‘perfect brother’ as Sandra rubbed her eyes and seemed to panic in her shoes. She looked so much more devastated than a shy girl would ordinarily be, and now he felt even more uncertain of the type of people that Sandra’s friends were. No doubt they had to be oblivious to the severity of Sandra’s shyness, or feelings on the matter. Her just barely mumbling about being grateful for his honesty just sounded like a fog horn blaring out: ‘ummm not interested!’ and he was almost willing to listen to it.

However Fang wasn’t a quitting man anymore, and he could sense the ‘virgin’ cluelessness that radiated from her body and he decided that he was going to keep trying until she literally screamed at him to leave her the hell alone. Go ahead, push her, she needs to stop being babied! Fang heard his urges pipe up, and he would have said something if not for a very loud “<******** OFF b***h!” in the kitchen that sent some strange girl flying into the living room and making the entire room quiet for a moment. Unsure if he really did hear glass breaking, Fang bit down on his lip before he glanced at Sandra in fear that she might panic like a deer and run far away. Tempted to hold the girl by her cheeks and comfort her, Fang just reached forward and tried to take her tattooed hands in his own before tugging only enough to convey they should get up.

“ Alright this party is getting ******** up, do you want to go someplace quieter? There’s a restaurant just around the corner, I’ll buy you a Sundae and introduce myself; ai?”, Fang said in the form of a question, but in all honesty it wasn’t one. Kempts just had a way of getting people to do exactly what they wanted, like some kind of infection that was highly contagious. Before the night was over Sandra would know exactly what he wanted, and if she heard his side of things and said no, well then he would leave things at that and walk her home…but his heart yearned for a ‘yes’, and he was determined enough to do everything in his power to persuade her that he meant good on his intentions.