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((Nuu. That's Donnie Darko. I just like that quote. You'll see about Akio. I might not even put it in cause... I dunno.))
Akio turned to the door, heart hammering. He hastilly rinsed his mouth and hands and then called out, voice slightly shaky and hoarse from coughing and retching, "Y-yes...?" He has a stressed look on his face and he was shaking violently, but controlled it. His eyes were wide and there was a bit of a pained expression at the corners of his mouth, but he didn't want Isaac to see.
((I'm not sure whether to make the new character a boy or girl. D= 'Cos it could be either. And this is a gay/bi RP. SO, like, there could be one girl in the whole school. xD))

((Heehee. heart My complicator is a shophomore. He's very cool. He seems kind but there's a certain coolness or cruelty behind that. =3 It's not one houdred intended, but it's there. He suuu cute. Akio used to like him but he pretty much hates him now. =P Akio's afraid of Lazzure.))
"No, thank you." He gave a pained smile and watched Isaac leave. When he was gone, sudden tears came to Akio's eyes and he turned away again, biting his tongue to keep himself from calling out. He sat down on the bathroom rug with his back to the door and slumped down, shoulders hunched, shivering. "I hate this..." he muttered to himself. With an effort, he got up and went out the door, flicking the lights off. He stumbled towards his bed, unable to see in the sudden darkness. He hit his toe on something and yelped (softly, though). THen he tripped over something and fell down. He stayed where he fell and his whole body shook with silent sobs.

((awww, sweet, I'll bring Izzy's brother later on...))
Isaac leaps to his fett, having still been awake of course and rushes over to Akio, nearly skidding to his side and pulling him up in his arms. He was sick, very sick, hec ould feel it seeping from his skin like sweat... almost tangible, the same feeling, the feeling of yellow. It washed over him strongly and it was nearly more than he can handle. He swallows hard for a second, ihs own body reacting, but he was over it in a minute. Why did it always seem so blasted hot in this room. He Pulls him up, wanting to hug him but needing to see what was wrong first. He rips off the chain necklace he is wearing, a large crucifix on a silver chain and he throws it almost blindly at the wall, hitting the lightswitch perfectly to turn it on (oh man, talk about some talent right there). He loks at Akio's pale clammy face, there were dark circles under his eyes, his lips so pale they were almost the color of his regular skin. He looked terrible (hope you don't mind that I assumed he'd look that way, but it sounds like it to me... if not... than spank me xd ). Isaac reacts quickly, picking him up and placing him on the bed as the boy sobbed. It was horrible, he didn't know what to do. He ran to go get a cool damp washcloth, calling, "Akio.... just hold on, ok?" He runs back, pale and shaking a little, sweat beading at his forehead. He begins rubbign the washcloth over Akio's face, placing his other hand on Akio's chest, hoping to somehow sooth the sobs. Something was very wrong. Isaac cooes a little, trying to stay calm, "Shhhhh.... Don't cry.... It's ok if you're sick..... shhhhh..... It's ok.... I promise it, ok, and you can hold me to it....." He pulls the closest trashcan over beside them, just in case. He had been using for years, the sight of vomit couldnt even phaze him.... But this.... had a different feeling behind it. This was complete sickness, but it wasn't natural, something was inducing it, something that couldnt be put in the body.... something was very emotional about this... But everyone had skeletons in closets, Isaac knew this VERY well... He leans over and kisses Akio's forehead, then cheeks gently, trying his hardest to atleast calm the sobs themselves.

Isaac blinks and looks to the person at the door, his eyes suddenly glazed ice cold in the blink of an eye. He tilts his head lightly at the stranger, not really believing him, but the loks back to Akio, seeing that this really was something that happened a lot. That still didn't make it ok... He straightens, feeling kind of stupid for having over reacted... But Akio had been sobbing... sobbing for Christ's sake..... He wets his dry lips, keeping his eyes on Akio. He strokes the boy's forehead lightly once before getting back up to his feet. This stranger felt... disturbing... goosebumps were forming on his arms simply from the almost cruel sense that was washing over him from this new source. Great, one more person in the room with strong carried emotions. He would never get rid of the migrane.... He sighs and looks back to Akio, "Let me get you some water...." He turns harshly grey eyes to Lazzure, "And since you know so much, stay with him... I don't care how common it is..." He turns quickly, stalking off. The attitude of this stranger was setting him to near berzerk.

Isaac was more than surprised that the new kid knew about his headache.... It wasn't something exactly medical anyways. Headache or no headache, fever or no fever, he was worrying about Akio first. Isaac waits until the kid turns away from roll his eyes and toss the bottle of pills to the couch where his blanket and pillow was. Akio obviously didn't like this boy... and for Akio not to like him.... Something had to be wrong. He went and got the glass of water for Akio and came back, kneeling back beside the green-haired youth. Isaac's place is right there, right where he wanted to be for Akio, no matter where Lazzure had been kneeling. So he was very close to the other booy, but his posture was rigid, his stance like that of a mountain, set to be there and unmoveable. He helps Akio to sit up, pulling his arms around the boy and puling him gently. By the time he was sitting, so was Isaac. He shoots a protective glare to this "Lazzure" guy. He holds the glass to Akio's lips, "Drink, you'll feel better..." The change of attitude as he looked from Akio to Lazzure was extreme. With Akio it was tender, caring, gentle.... with Lazzure... well, it wasn't quite hostile, but cold and stand-offish, protective...

((Arg. D= The Mom wants me to get off... >.>;; Buh-bye.))

As Isaac left, a wispered conversation ensued, Isaac probably wouldn't be able to understand what they were saying, but would hear a low hiss. "What the ******** did you say that for?!" this was Akio.
"It's the truth, isn't it?" Lazzure was almost purring evily.
"No it isn't!" THere were tears in AKio's eyes. "You b*****d... what's your ******** problem with me, anyway?!"
Lazzure raised a delicate eyebrow. "You should know. I've been thinking for some time... I want you back."
Akio blinked, and then recovered. "As if! You just want me to use me... or something! I'm not getting involved ever again!" THere were tears streaming down AKio's face. He looked almost like a little kid.
Lazzure reached out a hand and touched AKio's face. "Now, would I really do that?" his voice was a soft purr, and, for most people, very hard to resist. "I've watched you and you're starting to get interesting." He smiled. "And you're still mine."

((S'okay. =3 I've been busy, too... x_x So much art homework! Gack... Anywho, just so you know, Lazzure's mother is a famous clothes designer and that's one of the ways Lazzure was using Akio... and why he's anerexic. THey forced him to not eat and the habbit just continued afterwards.))
"I hate you." Akio glared at Lazzure, who mearly smiled in a way that seemed to say "We shall see."
But what he said verbally was "If you say so." With that, he departed from the room. When he reached the door, he looked back and said, in a a careless manner, "I'm leaving. I'll be back in time for classes tomorrow. Akio, we may have to... meet some time in the next week. That is, if you still need it...? Of course, with your family..." He left the sentance hanging so that Isaac wouldn't understand it, but AKio fully understood. His nuckles were nearly white, he was gripping the bedsheets so hard. His nails might've drawn blood from his palm had the sheets not been between his fingers and hand. His face was scarlet and he was shaking with surpressed rage. "I hate you..." he hissed under his breath.