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"So it's all about the tail, huh?" Kat gave him an odd look, debating if she wanted in this kid's head or not. She was slightly tired of the hormone craze she'd been experiencing with all the high school kids and their freely roaming eyes. It was hell of a lot harder when she'd hear fantasies in her head involving the intimate bits of her body. One of the reasons she didn't kiss romantically, it sucked being interested in a man, and knowing exactly what it was he thought of you. After experiencing that a few times, she chose never to make the mistake again.

Kat stopped as they reached the bleachers and leaned against one of the support beams. Her hair had stayed sleek, despite the dye, still having more of a sway than a bounce, as it slid to the side of her shoulder. "I heard some rumor that some of the football players have been stopping cars with their bare hands, some of them lighting things on fire even, there some kind of cult secret you guys have going on? Not killing any goats, are you?"

Kat's smile widened, "Aye, one of those two. Your choice."

Kat's smile sharpened. "I didn't ask for faith, and I was half hoping you'd choose the stab in throat option. You can trust in one thing, though. I'd treat you damn worse than you'd been intending to treat me."

Kat pushed away from the post, walking towards him. "You slut, you b***h, you heartless whore. I've heard it all before, Tidus, and it doesn't make a dent. I don't treat guys well, and I never will. So are you going to take the kiss, sideline boy, Or are you just too afraid to get in the game?"

Kat kissed him back with delicate skill. She knew when to use tongue, lips, teeth, and did so with a cold, precise technique. Her kisses were fun, sweet-tasting, and well implemented...but never ever contained a drop of emotion. It might as well have been kissing a robot, a very experienced and capable sex-robot, but a robot none the less.

Kat chuckled, leaning back against the bleacher support. "Not too bad, sideline boy." She let the thoughts, feelings and ideas rush in, prepared for the push of it, and then picked through them in her own head. It was always a bit uncomfortable, being in someone else's head, and it always left her feeling slightly dirty as if rummaging around in places she wasn't invited, nor should ever be invited. She personally hated it, and if asked, she would say in some ways she wasn't much different than a rapist, as it all boiled down to forced intimacy.

"You're close with that Sam kid, aren't you?" She said after a long quiet moment. "You hear anything about him lately? I heard there were cops at his house the other night."

Kat felt the effect of Sam's name, and felt like a b***h. She'd warned the kid she'd be treating him worse than he'd have treated her. It was always how things roll, still never changed the fact that she'd feel bad for what it was she did. Especially when she knew exactly how it affected the person she'd hurt. Kat kept a sharp smile on her lips. "He's something of a hot one. I was hoping you could introduce us." Kat bit her inner lip, enough to draw a bit of pain and blood to steel herself against any emotions in the kids head. Pain, and other physical sensations tended to act as a slight buffer in the connection. She never enjoyed pain, but it helped her keep the right mind.

"The world is as labeled as it seems, Tidus. I'm the slut, and you're the sideline boy." She said as he walked off, but then paused as she felt the rush. It was more than expected, and then even more than she could handle. She opened her mouth to scream, but only the softest sound came through her throat, a dry breath. A blood line trailed down from her nose, and Kat dropped hard beneath the bleachers.