|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Thu Jun 08, 2006 12:43 am
When Nyas sitted down and Miko was overloading her with words he looked at them and showed a faint smile.
"Happiness...I wonder how it's like to be...happy" the faint smile immideatlly dissapeard.
"No...I have to pay for my sins. I cannot have it."
He sighed a bit.
"It has to do with my past." He suddenly said towards Miko.
"I have done things my entire life...I'm not proud of. Are you sure you want to hear about it?" He asked them.
This time he didn't looked away, They deserved to know it.
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 3:37 pm
Miko looked to Yoku as she drained her clear plastic cup of the bright red fruit punch that filled it. . Slamming the empty cup back down on her tray, she exhaled loudly and picked up her cup of orange juice.
"Is it really as dramatic as all that? Lighten up, Yoku-kun, this is a prison school. You obviously did something to get hr. Most of us has." She shrugged, then sipped her orange juice. "If it'll help you knock it off with the shifty eyes, I say spill your guts. Unless you're going to say you do think I'm ugly, since you never answered that. Cuz if that's the case, you can just keep it to yourself, buddy." She punctuated her sentence by biting down int her powdered donut.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 09, 2006 11:44 pm
"Then i start with how i really got here." He looked at them one by one. He hoped that they wouldn't run away, or would become afraid of him.
"I murdered someone..." He finnally said out.
"I killed a high officer from the army who was connected with some highly illegal activities happening deep within the Japanese goverment"
He looked at Nyas again. "I have lied about my father. He and my mother died on the day i was born."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jun 11, 2006 11:18 pm
Miko blinked, not really expecting him to confess to murder. Well, it was never outside of the realm of possibilty, this was a prison school after all. But that didn't make the admission any less startling.
Baby blue eyes scanned the boy across the table up and down. Well he didn't look like a killer... but what did she expect a killer to look like. Midori was full of them, did any of them fit her preconceived mold? Well, a few, but more often than not, the answer was no. She smiled nervously at Yoku.
"ummm... ok?"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Mon Jun 12, 2006 12:10 am
Yoku continued. They had a car accident, one that had to many questions to be an accident. The goverment secretly took me in and raised me to wield a gun. For a couple of years i remained in a small white room and i was teached that i had to shoot targets and that i have to fear death."
He stopped again, looking at the clock.
It was still 1 o' clock. He didn't had any lessons now.
"I was 10 years old when i received my first real living target. From that day on i was an cold-blooded assasin and took the lives of many"
He looked down on the table. Everyone could tell he was sad.
"First i made myself up that they where just...sleeping but after i while i had to make myself clear that they where not asleep. They couldn't wake up anymore...because they where dead, and i killed them"
He stopped and looked at them all. "From this day on i continue to live with these horrible sins"
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 16, 2006 6:00 pm
Miko blinked at him for a moment.... then burst out laughing.
"Hai, hai. I'm so sure. You really almost had me going for a minute there, Yoku-kun. Ee, and I thought zI told so big tales. Sure, sure, you're some government trained assassin. And you got sent to Matrimony. Yeah, I got ya. Heeheehee." Miko shook her head, climbing to her feet.
"Oi, you're crazy. Hai, and I'm here cuz I'm the Baby-face Slasher. I'm sure you saw me on the news. I killed middle aged businessmen with a lolita-complex all up and down Tokyo." Mko pressed a kiss to Nyas' cheek, then ruffled Ayumi's hair.
"Oi, I gtta go, I'm super late. I totally flaked out of my last class. No shocks means a credit demerit," the petite teenager nearly wailed. She went running out of the cafeteria without a further word.
--------->hallways
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jun 22, 2006 11:29 am
Yoku looked up from his thoughts when he heard the clock strike three.
"Have i been here all that time?" He asked himself and looked around.
His table was as empty as when his friends had left.
He slowly stood up and walked away...to get ready for his next class
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Fri Jun 23, 2006 1:40 pm
"I guess I should have said something. I didn't want him to think I was ignoring him...." Ayumi chewed nervously at her nails as Miko bolted from the table and Yoku started walking away.
Ayumi stood up from the table and waved a hand high over her head. "Bye-bye Yoku. It'll be okay." She folded her hands together against her chest and bit her lower lip. As she stood at the table worring about eveything else, a jolt on her neck brought her back to her senses.
"Oh no! I've got class too!" Ayumi grabbed her bookbag and bowed to Nyas. "See you later Nyas-sama." She stood up and waved as she turned around and made her way out of the cafeteria.
========> to Biology
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 10:41 am
=======> from the Cafeteria
Akimoto followed closely behind Jun as the two of them entered the line and each grabbed a tray. "Next time, just poke me in the chest again. Your elbows are just as pointy as ever, they hurt." He rubbed his ribs where she had prodded him and had a half frown on his face, quickly smiling when Jun looked back with an unimpressed look about her face. "What!? It did,....oh well, dinner time."
He grabbed a bowl of rice and a plate filled with strips of beef and vegetables. "Mmmm.....Teriyaki. Always one of my favorites, even when it's day old it's still tasty." He grabbed a glass of milk and a bottle of apple juice before brushing pass Jun in line and walking into the seating area of the cafeteria. "Come on slow poke, don't need that food getting cold before you eat it."
Akimoto walked over to a table with no one sitting there and took a seat, setting his tray in front of him and sliding some of the meat and veggies onto his rice as he waited for Jun.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 4:05 pm
---> main office
Jun loaded up her tray with soup, salad, and sandwhich, poured out some cocoa and grabbed a couple fish shaped pastries fillied with sweet bean paste. She had regained full control over her thoughts and emotions once she seated herself across from her longtime frien. Enough so that she could even slip a genuine smile on her face.
"Well, the only thing I worry about getting cold is my soup," she replied with a soft chuckle. "I don't much care for cold miso, myself. And I believe they call cold cocoa choclate milk."
Settling into her seat, Jun took a bite out of her sandwhich, taking the time to chew and swallow before speaking agin.
"So... you wearing the yukata to the dance, or have your sweatsuits now become part of you? Good as they may look on you, not exactly formal...even if you added a tie."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 4:24 pm
Akimoto smiled back as Jun took her seat, visibly doing better than just a few minutes ago. When the question of dance attire was presented, he bit his lower lip before answering her. "Well that all depends you see. If my date should decide to wear one of those nice kimonos, I would be inclined to keep the theme. Otherwise, I'll give the sweatsuit a rest for the night and dust off the tux."
He picked up the chopsticks and shovelled some of the rice and veggies into his mouth, chewing furiously before tossing back another helping. As he swallowed, Akimoto sat the chopsticks into the bowl and propped his elbows on the table as he looked at Jun longingly. "Hey, I am sorry about that you know. I really didn't mean to freak you out."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 5:30 pm
"You have a tux? What for? And why do I imagine it to contain pastel colors and ruffles?" Jun snorted to herself. "But I desperately hope I'm wrong."
"Don't flatter yourself, Aki, you didn't freak me out. " Jun rolled her eyes as she absently stirred her spoon around her soup, the metal occassionlly clinking against the ceramic.
"Do you know what I deal with on a daily basis. A little verbal expression of your dreamworl was hardly a rattle to my cage, thank you very much."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 5:56 pm
"And you are wrong, didn't you know I was runner up for GQ man of the year? You offend me thinking I'd look like some cheesy 50's sitcom. Don't worry, whatever the occasion I can dress to impress." He shoved more food into his mouth as Jun continued speaking about their earlier encounter. "You know, sometimes that pretty face makes me forget how hard-nosed you really are. Don't worry, I'll try not to force my dreamworld onto you."
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 27, 2006 11:30 pm
-------> from hallway
Ayumi looked around, seeing people talking to one another, she tried not to draw attention as she gathered food. Her stomach growled loudly as she placed a bowl of rice on her tray. She blinked and looked over at the pudding that sat under the bright kitchen lights, almost calling to her. She picked it up and set it down on her tray, there was somthing about it that made her almost smile.
A smile almost touched her face when she remembered that day. It was two days before the festival, Ayumi sat on the wall with her friends, eating her lunch. They laughed and laughed at somthing one of them had said. They were all eating pudding, somthing that Ayumi had never had before. It was one of those moments that stayed in your mind and popped up when you think of the happy times.
But some one laughing from over at the tables brought Ayumi out of her daze and she shook her head slightly, gathering a milk on her tray, She looked over at the tables. Her eyes lingered on a table where two people were sitting and talking, small smiles touching their faces every now and then. Ayumi chose a table in a corner where she could eat her food without standing out too much.
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Reply
