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 Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 1:58 pm
"You don't have to tell me then, if it bothers you, you shouldnt say anything about it then," Bukotsu looked at her plainly. He put his hands on top of each other and had them under his chin as he looked at Tomoro, "You shouldn't tell me anyway if such things are the consequences..." Bukotsu said moving his eye away alittle towards his right.
"I guess, we'll order first, and then we'll talk," Bukotsu said as looked out past the window. He tried to act normal, this probably was normal, but it wasn't him. Tomoro would definetly notice the difference between now and when she first met him.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 5:28 pm
He's too cautious... it's like I did something to him, or he's trying to hide something... "Yeah, I guess...." Tomoro said bluntly. It was like Bukotsu was beginning to turn like everyone else, trying to act different around her. She wondered what she did, and why he wouldn't look her in her eyes; well, one eye.
"Ahhaha, I'm back. What would you guys like? The waitress pulled out a small pad of white paper, and removed a pen concealed behind her ear.
"Fettucine alfredo with a side of breadsticks. He can say his own damn order." Tomoro looked away, becoming colder by the second. If he changed, it wasn't her fault, she figured; besides, he'd just leave her later anyway. She silently crossed her arms and looked up at the ceiling.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 7:12 pm
"I'll have a cheeseburger and curly fries," Bukotsu spoke softly.
"I must've done something wrong..." Bukotsu thought looking at her now.
The lady then left to get the order to the kitchen and then come back for their drink order.
"Tomoro...did I do something wrong? Is there something I did that offended you in any way?" Bukotsu said ignoring his own feelings and selfish thoughts now and becoming mroe of the Bukotsu she met. He seemed to now have the look on his face where he was concerned about her. He didn't care anymore if Tomoro would like him or not, he just didn't want to make her hate him. He finally had the nerve to say something he was thinking about since the incident underwater.
"Tomoro...when I...kissed you underwater... to save you...did you feel something inside your stomach like something flies around and like your heart skipped a beat? Because it happened to me..." Bukotsu said looking at her, "I wanted to ask you because I can't ignore that feeling..." Bukotsu said as his cheeks turned to a slight shade of pink.
He knew it was his life's code to be open when he was ready, about whatever it may be. He didn't know what Tomoro would reply with, considering that she seemed to become hardened towards him now. He was now looking towards her with his usual face, simply focused and understanding.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 8:01 pm
"I... I... I did..." Tomoro whispered softly. She wasn't sure if Bukotsu could hear her, but the tone of red on her face pretty much revealed what she felt. "I guess... I should tell you why I'm so hesitant, then..."
Tomoro took a deep breath, and looked up at him. "Members of the Kourosai clan cannot love. Well, only certain members. Back when I was a child, I began to stay with my grandmother a lot, and she taught me many things; I figured out I have a knack with Earth control, and some mechanics. It turns out this was a recessive trait, and my father, Saremo Kourosai..." Tomoro winced as she said his name. "He was interested with my 'abilities.' Everyone in my hometown knew his name. Anyway, only women can inherit these powers, and I often asked my grandma about her eyepatch, and why she had it; why she spoke so softly and never talked about her past. She said the time would come. Soon, unknown to my mother, my father took me in for what he called 'Daddy and me' time. He conducted experiments on me. He did horrible things; drug me, observe me, surgically remove and put different things in my body. I guess he wanted me to be the 'perfect' person, who could become a weapon used for fighting. He injected me with different diseases, and I became very weak. He gave up on me, and before he left me with my mother, taking off somewhere, he put a glass coating over my eyes and..." Tomoro stopped at this sentence, her face emotionless. "He shoved something in my eye, I don't know what it was. It left that black scar I cover with my eyepatch. He grabbed me by the throat, and whispered in my ear that someday something will happen to me, and that mark on my eye would be a symbol of something. I'm supposed to lose all humanity or something, and kill anyone that gets in my path. He never said there was a cure."
Tomoro looked down, her eyes empty and hollow. "I can't love. Neither could my grandmother. I have no respect for men after what my father did to me. My mother took me in, crying softly, and I looked up at my grandmother; she removed her patch and had the same scar on her right eye. She took me in her arms... and that's all I remember."
"Of course, I recieved beatings from my classmates daily, and after school too. They called me a freak and stayed away from me. I'm sick of the world. My mom thought this school would be a nice change."
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 8:34 pm
"Tomoro...Remember what I said about people being normal? Those that are normal are the freaks..." Bukotsu said as he now was firm on the subject.
"You're no different from me, I have problems too. You have had a hard life, but look how strong and brave you are out of it, you won't become a killing machine because I know you won't and I know that you will not let yourself become one. That rule about not loving is really shoddy too, if you cannot love, than how do let someone you know how you feel? Members of the Kusanagi clan believe that when you save the life of someone you know or care about, that person becomes inseperable to you," Bukotsu said as he was now replying to everything Tomoro said, continuing, "When you have someone become inseperable to you it means they will become someone dear to you, and when something becomes important, you have to protect it and care about it," Bukotsu spoke proudly to Tomoro.
"And finally from what you told me about your father, it's better than not having one at all... My father and mother passed away while I was still a baby and left me alone with the entire family empire...I still don't know what they would expect of me, how my father would guide me, and show my mom what kind of person I have become...I can't show her because she's gone, and I can't live up to my dad's expectations because I don't know what they are..." Bukotsu said clenching his fist under the table.
But even with all his responses, he tried pretty hard to make her feel happy, and make her not feel alone.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 9:15 pm
Tomoro stared at him for a bit, and looked away. He can't understand how I feel. If I can't love him... why does my heart feel this way? I'm... afraid of it. Of him. Of love. That he'll leave me someday, even today. I keep trying to get rid of him myself, so I don't have to deal with the pain, but he refuses to go...
"I'm dangerous. I'm a weapon, and anyone could use me however they wish. You shouldn't hang around me." Other people began to stare at the conversation they were having, but shrugged it off. "I can't ever be happy, you hear me!? The pain I endured in my childhood has caused me to die inside, and I can never feel real happiness again!" A few tears in her eyes welled up, and she began to stand up, but sat down again. "I'd just... hurt you.." she whispered softly. If this is what love is, she thought, I'd rather die a thousand times. This was no longer over what she wanted, but about how much she didn't want to hurt Bukotsu. Better to drive him away from her than for him to force her away.
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Posted: Sat Apr 01, 2006 10:45 pm
"If that's what you really want me to do, then you got it...I still don't think you're dangerous..." Bukotsu immediately stood up, and reached into his pocket pulling out a single bill. He set it on the table and smiled, "To pay for the meal..." he said as he left. The single bill her left was a fresh and crisp hundred dollar bill. He already turned around from Tomoro and headed out past the doors.
Walking out with his bag over his shoulder, he headed to the closest bench to the bus, which was a long way from the restaurant. If Tomoro wanted him to not hang with him, why didn't she say so when they met? These thoughts hurt Bukotsu as he sat down, quietly he sat there and waited for the bus to come. Pulling out his signature 'Kamakaze Cd player' he plugged in the ear buds as he listened to some easy to listen music.
Bukotsu listened to the song as it seemed to reach out to him.
"Rejected before they could get to know you or rejected before you thought they started liking you... That's a new one Kusanagi..." Bukotsu said to himself as he kept his eyes peeled for the bus. His insides desperately hurt like before underwater, but they hurt much worse.
"For someone like me, I guess I am the only person who doesn't have wings... Those wings are what people hold onto and the wings are the same in return, they want to hold on to something that would want to hold them back..." Bukotsu thought to himself.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 2:07 pm
Soma is still getting used to the school, but he knows his way around now. He decided to go back to the Mythril Beach Town to go and see if his friends would be there. As he walked along the town streets, he could smell the wonderful food that was cooking, looking at all the neat stuff, and noticing all the girls staring at him...again. He didn't mind the attention, but sometimes it was tiring for him. " Well, I guess I have to get used to it. I can't help it. Wherever I go, girls stare at me. *Sigh*" Soma said with a small smirk, still walking with girls behind him.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 2:10 pm
It hurts... so badly... I just wish I could have lead a normal life... then I could have been with him... Tomoro stood up as the waitress came, and pointed at the bill. "Keep the change. That isn't mine, and plainly, I don't care who's it is anymore. I don't know anyone." Back to square one... she thought, as she strutted out the door, her short dress bouncing along with her. Tomoro always was good at concealing her feelings, and she must have appeared happy as she walked along the street, when inside her insides seemed to curl up and explode.
"I don't know where I'm going..." she mumbled, "but it's got to be somewhere where he wouldn't go." You can't love, girl. He'll just hurt you, he will; all men have done that to you. You can't trust anyone. With that in her mind, Tomoro began to run, holding onto the patch where her gun lay if anyone tried to stop her. Her eyes hollow and empty, her heart seeming to disappear as it did before she met Bukotsu, her hair swayed as she ran, every so often plants dying as she ran by.
She also ran by a strange boy, muttering to himself. Her hair slightly grazed his face as she ran by, and she continued running to the library, tears in her eyes.
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Posted: Sun Apr 02, 2006 4:48 pm
Bukotsu stepped on the bus as the drive went by pretty fast, he ended up at the front gate, he decided to head to his dorm room and rest up a bit before he go to the outside world. Calling Tsuda, his guardian on his cell phone, he told him that he had returned and wa sin the dorm if he was looking for him.
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Posted: Tue Apr 04, 2006 1:20 am
Kai looks at the hand waving infront of his face. "hm?..yea im fine" he says smiling as he tries not to make any more obvious signs that he was drained. "And yes I like mushrooms..they have a nice flavor" he says as he looks out one of the windows in the resturaunt. "how are we getting back again?" he says looking back twords where the hand was finding it gone. "I forget what we agreed on" he says smiling serenly
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 1:17 pm
Keila looked towards him, settiang her mouth awkwardly, jutting her lip out in a sort of pout that said, 'tell meee!' So she listened to him and reached her mind towards his and touched it without him knowing.
"As far as I remember.. we... were going to take the bus back, right?" she shrugged, blowing bubbles in her coke. She giggled while doing this and then picked up the glass and sat it in her lap while drinking, humming a song.
(( Okay. I don't remember if she ever brought drinks, but she did now! XD;; ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 05, 2006 4:27 pm
He looked about as he entered the town. He scanned the area rubbing his eyes as a gust of wind blew some sand into his face. He sat down rubbing his eyes leaving his metallic suitcase by his side as his ears and tail twitched about. "Nya, I can't see", he said as he gave up reaching his hands out as he tried to find a wall tripping over his suitcase. "nyaaaa", he moaned as he kneeled in the sand now.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 7:54 pm
His mind was muffled and distorted even to himself..his thoughts were foggy and unclear...changing continuously. They were flashes and blurs of lights and indistinct sounds. The inner workings of Kai Were rather complicated as it was anyway. "Thats fine with me" he says smiling his thoughts still in a jumble of light and swirls..it made no sense to most people...but it was his way of thinking..had been for years..everything carefully coded with specific colors and shape representations and specific flashes of lights in sequences...and a slight buzz.
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Posted: Thu Apr 06, 2006 8:17 pm
His mind buzzed with ideas as the warm sunlight ungulfed his body. Searching around for his suit case he picked it up still temporarily blinded from the sand. He shook his head reaching out trying to find his way about until he walked into a nearby building. "Arhh! Must share pain..", he said out loud as he grabbed at where he hit his head. On the bright side though he had something to lean on.
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