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 Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 4:58 pm
A composer but never composed
Singing the symphonies of the overdosed
A composer but never composed
'Singing':
"I only want what I can't have"
"I only want what I can't have  Daina Nova AndersonDaina was munching on her coffee cake when she heard her phone go off. It must have been in her bag, because it wasn't in her pockets. She sat her food down and began rummaging through her tote bag for her phone. After a minute or so, she found it in the depths and pulled it out. She had gotten a text from Adam. After reading it, she began typing up a response. 'Yup, definately a good day, the weather is nice outside...that's where I am...feel free to join me.' The last five words kept her from sending the text immiediately. Should she keep them there? Ah, what the heck, she pushed the send button anyways. It was definately less crowded than the cafeteria, and quieter too. She picked up her tiny milk jug and opened it, taking a sip as a crisp fall breeze ruffled her hair. Letting her mind wander, it stopped on various things, like the greenhouses. She was looking foward to horticulture. Their flowers were growing and would be ready to plant around the school soon, thus adding to the changing colors of the season, well, soon to be season. Technically it was still summer, until around the twenty first of September. Wait....that reminded her...wasn't the twenty second the day of the fall dance? Usually she went with her friends, but this year, there was a chance she would have a date. She blushed at the thought. Would Adam ask her? Or, would he not want to go to the dance?
'Heralded as a king before I had a birthday
With double [double] digits [digits]
Fit the crown to my head but I was only a kid'
yeah was only a kid, yeah was only a kid
'I'm just the man on the balcony singing':
"Nobody will ever remember me,"
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 6:28 pm
  For waking up at 6:30 in the morning, Meredith was surprisingly calm. She may have been a total jerk less than 10 minutes ago. However, she calmed down quite a bit once she had sat next to Harman. He was relaxing and beautiful. Far better than any shirtless bartender. Or other random guys she had spent her days with. He had so many perks. Like his straight to the point personality. His small smile. His long brunet hair, and his amazing sense of style. He also had a unhealthy cinnamon addiction and little tolerance for annoying students. Even his flaws were beautiful to her.
Although, nothing was more beautiful than the way he made her feel. He made her short of breath and butterflies twirl throughout her stomach. He was perfect. He made her feel even better than perfect. She didn’t play games. She had never even tried to sleep with him or even kiss him just for that reason. She would not do anything to harm him. She’d also break any hoes neck who made him cry. Not that he cried he was tough. She loved that he was tough.
"Excuse me, what is that... substance that you are placing into your mouth?"
Okay, maybe she wasn’t that calm. She was slightly moody. She was moody that this kid was interrupting her alone time with Harman. She was moody that he was asking a dumb question. Everyone knew that you didn’t tease the Legends. They actually knew how to use their powers, and they could kick your a**. Meredith could kick a**. That was something Meredith could do very well. That was something Meredith wanted to do right now! She slowly turned around and faced the smart-a** boy. He wasn’t even cute enough to be a smart a** this early in the morning! Maybe instead of Joe’s head on a platter, she’d get his.
“What are you from mars or something? Or do you just want to be a smart a**?” Mer snapped. Her blue eyes were hard as stone as they glared right into his. She would have liked to say that he was cowering. However, at the same time he looked as if he was about to strike. He might have been a new kid. Seemed that way. The more Meredith looked at him, the more she started to believe he honestly did not know what food was. How weird was that?
“Okay then, you are from somewhere weird, I presume?” Mer suggested, pausing for a moment for him to confirm this. Once he indicated that he was actually from another place, Mer went one.
“This is called food. You eat it, and it gives your body energy. There are all sorts of food, and that line serves it.” Mer said pointing to the lunch line. “Go try it, it’s good.” ‘Most of it anyway’ she added on mentally. Meredith then turned back to her yummy plate full of eggs and took a bite. It was pretty darn good, lifting her mood to where she was not cutting the weird guys head off and serving it to some freshmen on a platter. She then turned back to Harman and smiled at him. They’d probably be cracking up about this in the legends lounge, trying to tell Chris and maybe Bri. Ugh, Mer really hated that chick.
(( i edited this like 2 after i posted it. ))
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 6:55 pm
 Ryuuki was slightly shocked at the girls reaction. Hmmm... It seems that not all people of this planet are boring and... weak. he thought to himself, a little interested. Ryuuki started moving his cybernetic fingers, getting ready for a fight. It had been a while since he had been in one, and he would love to see test the girl's abilities. “What are you from mars or something? Or do you just want to be a smart a**?” the girl asked, an obvious anger and frustration in her voice. Mars? Ryuuki thought to himself, confused at the girls remark. I was informed that this was Earth... I'll have to have a talk with that councilor... he thought to himself, a little mad that he had been tricked. Ryuuki listened to the girl, not bothering to answer her previous remark. "Okay then, you are from somewhere weird, I presume?" the girl asked, with less anger and menace in her voice than last time. I'm, from somewhere weird? What about this whole screwed up planet you live on? Ryuuki thought angrily at the girls question. "You can say that I'm not from around here." Ryuuki answered, trying to take out the hostility from his voice. “This is called food. You eat it, and it gives your body energy. There are all sorts of food, and that line serves it.” the girl said, pointing towards the line. Ryuuki looked at the line, and then back at the girl, who ate a yellowish "food" and seemed to enjoy it. "Thank you for your... patience and kindness." Ryuuki said to the girl before turning around and heading towards the line. He reached the back of the line, looking at all of the children waiting. Wait, Why am I waiting? I have a stomach to fix! Ryuuki thought to himself as he took one step forward, attempting to cut ahead in the line. As soon as Ryuuki had done so however, he looked a few people ahead, and saw another person attempt to do the same. This person was not so successful however, and ended up being flung about ten feet across the room. Ryuuki stopped and looked back at the small child that he had skipped. What kind of power can he have...? he thought to himself, imagining himself being flung across the room. Ryuuki shook off the thought as soon as it had arose though. What the hell do I care? He can't do anything to me. he thought to himself as he started skipping a few people, making sure that he only skipped those that were not paying attention. He didn't want to cause a brawl in the cafeteria because of his skipping. Then again... No, maybe some other day. Ryuuki thought, a little interested in the brawl idea.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 7:04 pm
  Mitsukai had her headphones in her ears, listing to the melodies of John Mayer. ‘Dreaming with a broken heart’ may have been the most depressing song in the whole wide world, but it fit her soul so well. Mitsukai had been dreaming with a broken heart. She had been dreaming with a broken soul. She had been just broken. Falling apart. While her dreams hunted her; revealing his face in all its perfection. It was horrible. It was heart wrenching. Maybe she could fall asleep with roses in her hand. She could, but it would not work. He’d just turn into the Mitsukai Opposite and rip the roses from her hand.
“Mind if I join?”
Mitsukai had sensed the presence just moments before L had stopped by her table. She nodded yes, which lead to L sitting down across from her. Mitsukai didn’t talk, she just forced herself to eat her cereal. She had not gotten very far. It was hard for Mitsukai to swallow up her food in the mood she was in. However, she did it. She swallowed the rough flakes. She chewed on the cut up strawberries. She pretended she was fine to her best ability while L ate her apple. Obviously, the silence had been to much.
Before long L had gotten up and walked over to Joseph. It seemed like the ideal sitting choice. Joe was perfect. He talked, he was happy, and he was handsome. Not to mention the fact that L and Nikky had been spending as much as their spare time as they could with him. It was all Mitsukai had noticed anymore. She knew that both of them were head over heals for him. It was predictable actually. Mitsukai knew something would happen someday. She knew that one of the two would end up with him, for who knows however long. It was the way things seemed to be meant to be. Just as Mitsukai was meant to hide in the sidelines now, L or Nikky was meant for Joseph. Maybe that was a bad comparison?
Mitsukai watched as L sat next to him and started seemingly happy conversation. It was good that they were getting along. That was what she had always wanted, her friends to remain friends forever. Although, they were falling apart all to quickly. Mitsukai stirred her cereal as her eyes strolled over to another table.
At this table, Meredith was filling in some freshmen on something. She was wearing a very Mer styled outfit; short shorts. They looked good she looked good. Nonetheless, Meredith always looked good. She also was flirting with Harman. No one in Mitsukai’s clique really knew him. All they knew was that he was a genius legend that stuck with the legends. Mitsukai also knew that Mer was completely and totally infatuated with this kid. She loved his hair, his eyes, and most importantly, his personality. It was one of those secrets Meredith had spilled during one of their numerous sleepovers. However, that was when the two were still friends.
Mitsukai looked over and noticed that Kyuubi was sitting alone. That wasn’t like him, he typically sat with Joe and the gang. However, he was alone this morning. That was all right with her. She wasn’t getting up to talk to him. She’d much rather sit alone. It was better that way. Now everything was better that way.
Mitsukai continued to scan the cafeteria and realized that Cory’s new gang hadn’t arrived yet. They must have been sleeping in. That was all right to. Mitsukai didn’t like seeing Cory. He was so unnerving. He probably would always be. That was just how things were for them. Especially since, he always looked at her with those heartfelt eyes.
Mitsukai shrugged her shoulders, letting herself relax. She didn’t care what others were doing. Not anymore. She was more into crying her eyes out. Sure, she was pathetic. Nevertheless, that was all that was left. Mitsukai sighed and took another bite of her cereal. She didn’t like the taste of the food or the way it felt going down her throat. However, she did like the sound of the crunching. All she could hear was the crunch, crunch, crunch of the cereal and the soft melodies of John Mayer in her ears.
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Posted: Wed Feb 17, 2010 7:40 pm
[/ Christopher Kyle Darren♥ ] “So what if I never want to be sober?
So what if I want to be numb all the time?
I can’t justify why I’d want to go slower;
Takin’ my time just ain’t my style.”  Kyle woke with a start, his heart pounding frantically against his ribcage, threatening to burst through his chest. His alarm clock vibrated with the blaring pop song that the radio station he’d left it on played, electric blue digits glaring ‘6:45’.
He sighed heavily, leaning his forehead into his clammy palm. That’s the fourth night he’d had the same nightmare in a row, and it was beginning to take toll on him. The fact that his alarm always woke him up early didn’t help, either. Stupid piece of junk.
He disentangled himself from his sheets, dragging himself into his bathroom and stuck his head under the sink faucet, turning the handle. Freezing water matted his hair against his face, sending chills down his spine. Turning the water off, he lifted his head and inspected himself in the mirror. His bangs obscured his vision, but he could tell he didn’t look so great – bruise colored bags hung under his eyes, his skin turned a pasty white.
Yes, he’d definitely have an early bed time tonight.
He toweled off his hair, dressed himself and headed out the door, on a mission for coffee. The air was frigid, but was a welcome change from being in a stuffy room all night. Upon entering the cafeteria, he spotted Meredith. He thought of sitting with her for a split second, but decided against it. Surely she wouldn’t want him looking as he did to be in her presence while she was flirting with that Harman kid.
But that was okay, because he was just in it for the coffee. Then he’d make himself presentable, but he would disregard it until then. Yawning, he grabbed a cup and fumbled with the buttons on the coffee machine, dispensing the dark liquid from the nozzle. He drank it without any sugarcoating – it was disgusting, but it was always just the trick to wake him up.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 4:29 pm
Kyuubi left his room and went to the cafeteria. His eyes were finally normal. He didn't to anyone much lately. He was like he was when he first came here. He shook his head. He had to much on him right now. Thinking about what Satori could be planning. He knew one of Kyuubi's other weak points now. He knew to many already. He walked into the cafeteria. He went to the line. He saw someone cutting in line. He shrugged. It didn't really matter to him. He was already ahead of him. He looked around the cafeteria. He saw Mitsukai and L sitting together. He knew Mitsukai wouldn't be talking. He had tried to help but he just didn't know how he could when he was dealing with things himself.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 5:52 pm
"To dream anything that you want to dream, that's the beauty of the human mind.
To do anything that you want to do, that is the strength of the human will."
---------------------------- |Adam|Sire|Listing|  Adam munched thoughtfully on a piece of bacon as he surveyed the cafeteria. It was pretty dull considering how the mornings usually are. Half of the kids weren't even up yet. There were some new people out though. some freshman he had never seen before was asking Mer something, and beside her was Harman. He had never seen Harman out before. Normally he stayed hidden. Wonder what brought him out. Mitsukai was still by her lonesome, but she seemed to be watching everyone just as he had. Kyubbi did the same. How pathetic. They all watched everyone else's lives. bzzz! Adam jumped in his seat, almost falling out, before realizing it was his phone and laughing to himself. He slid the Razor out of his back pocket and flipped it open, reading the text from Daina.
The last words almost made him choke on his bacon. Feel free to join me? He smiled and hit the REPLY button, typing fast. See you soon. He hit the SEND button before he could evaluate her text any longer, popping the last strip of bacon into his mouth. After throwing the plate away he grabbed his bag and walked out of the cafeteria. Walk. That felt good to do. Normally he just teleported everywhere, but the weather was too good outside to only catch blurs of. After a while of wandering he saw Daina munching on her breakfast. He smiled at the distant figure and sped up his pace. As he neared Adam's eyes fell to the tote bag at her feet. He chuckled inwardly as he stopped beside her and touched the bag. "Why care for these petty obsessions? Your designer heart still beats with common blood." Adam quoted one of the quotes off the Genetic Opera. He personally liked the songs the most, but a few quotes had caught footholds in his memory. ----------------------------
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 6:20 pm
After a few seconds of some careful and sly skipping, Ryuuki finally made it to the food serving portion if the line. Unsure of what to do, Ryuuki watched the student in front of him, carefully observing his movements. Ryuuki reached for a plastic tray, just as the student had. He then followed the student down the line, watching as he chose his foods. Ryuuki looked at all of the assorted foods that were lined up in front of him, only a small glass standing between them. Ryuuki thought back to the girl that informed him about "food". She had been eating a crispy looking red food, with a few white stripes. Ryuuki scanned the area, searching for the food. As soon as he found it, he added it to his tray, along with some cereal, cinnamon bun, and some toast, all of which he chose out of observing the students that would choose them. I'm sure they wouldn't eat anything to jeopardize their health... he thought to himself as he added the food. Ryuuki walked up to the front of the line, looking at the woman that stood behind the counter. He had seen a child flash a white card at her only a moment ago, before leaving off with his food. Ryuuki frowned to himself. Where can I get one of those cards? he thought as he looked through his pockets, to keep the cafeteria woman from thinking he was wasting her time. He looked beside him, at the student who was busy bickering with his friends. The ID was practically slipping out of the child's pocket, begging to be taken. Ryuuki smiled to himself, as he looked back at the woman. "I'm sorry, I think my card is with me somewhere..." he said as he searched his pockets once agin with his left hand. Meanwhile, the fingers of his right hand extended out of the coats sleeve, attached to the hand only by the incredibly strong silver threads that enabled Ryuuki to control them. The fingers quickly and precisely slid the card out of the child's pocket, and wrapped around the back side of Ryuuki, handing the card to his left hand. The fingers quickly retracted, concealing themselves once more in his sleeves. Ryuuki showed the woman the card, and was allowed to move on. He quickly slipped the card back in the student's pocket as he turned to leave, bumping into him slightly. "Sorry..." he said to the student as he walked out of the line and towards the tables. It was child's play... he thought to himself, grinning a bit. Ryuuki stood in the middle of the cafeteria, scanning his surroundings. Where to sit... he thought as he looked for potential areas. I could sit with that girl... But she seems to be busy with her mate. he thought to himself, referring to Meredith. Alone it is. he thought as he sat down in an empty spot beside him, placing the tray in front.
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 6:23 pm
A composer but never composed
Singing the symphonies of the overdosed
A composer but never composed
'Singing':
"I only want what I can't have"
"I only want what I can't have Daina Nova Anderson
Daina was finishing up her coffee cake, trying to keep her hair out of her face, due to the breeze. It really was a nice day, maybe, after school, she should go to a nearby state park and go hiking, something she loved to do, mainly in the fall. She heard her phone going off before quickly opening it. She smiled at Adam's responce, but decided not to look around for him, he'd make his presence known. She heard his footsteps before he touched her bag and his words, and smiled, turning to look at him. "And what if you could have genetic perfection...would you change who you are, if you could?" She replied automatically, finishing some of the song. She laughed lightly, putting the lid back on her milk. "So, you know of the great and awesome Repo! ?" She stated more than asked, patting the table top beside her, indicating he could sit there, for she was sitting on top of a picnic table, her feet resting on the bench, along with her bag. "Zydrate Anatomy is my favorite song...but I love the whole thing." She added, showing that the album was playing on her ipod at the moment. "I hope there is a showing around here sometime soon..." Not that it really mattered, she had the dvd, and the soundtrack. It was just more fun seeing it in public, or she had heard.
'Heralded as a king before I had a birthday
With double [double] digits [digits]
Fit the crown to my head but I was only a kid'
yeah was only a kid, yeah was only a kid
'I'm just the man on the balcony singing':
"Nobody will ever remember me,"
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 6:24 pm
Thorne…James…Ramiro
Where’s your treasure? Where’s your hope? If you get the world and lose your s o u l ? I’m strong on the surface, not all the way through Empty spaces fill me up with [ h o l e s.] {Distant} faces with no place left to go.
I can’t find no rest_~_~_Where I’m going is anybodies’ guess.  The academy loomed into view as a black Audi drove into the student parking lot. It had been a couple weeks since it had last been there, and the low purr of the engine seemed to grow excited at the familiar sight. It pulled smoothly into a parking space. Its form embracing those two white lines from which it had been parted and sighed in relief as it was turned off content to rest for awhile after the long journey. The click of the locks sounded and the door to the driver’s seat opened. A leg emerged, then a head, and finally the entire form of the car’s owner stood exposed in all his glory or rather lack of.
He was thinner that much was noticeable right away. His previously form-fitting dark green t-shirt was loose and the breeze flattened it against him highlighting how much weight he had actually lost, which was a fair amount. If he had sucked in his stomach, his ribcage would have easily shown through the shirt. His jeans which had been baggy from the start were now extremely loose and it was the first time that he had actually had to use the smallest notch when wearing a belt. Though he would never let himself go completely; it went against his survival instincts. He was still considerably thinner than before.
Less noticeable, yet still alarming, was that his face was slightly drawn creating sharp angles giving him a rough façade. He was tired. Easily shown through deep circles under his eyes a telltale sign of what was the sure beginnings of insomnia. His originally light blue eyes seemed dark. More like the sea instead of the sky and the constant sardonic spark was lacking creating a brooding, flat look.
Despite these worrying changes, he was clean-shaven and his hair had been cut to a manageable length making him appear younger than before…more vulnerable. He was straight-backed not hunched inward as one would expect considering the changes, and even a small nostalgic half-smile was placed upon his features as he viewed the building before him. He had once again returned to the place he had once considered the closest thing to home he would get. Thorne was back.
Taking a step toward the building, he couldn’t help but flash back to what brought him to his current state of being.
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A couple weeks earlier…
Thorne had woken late something that wasn’t a rare occurrence. It didn’t worry him and he took his time getting ready. Anything to keep him from going to class. It was on a whim that he had checked his mailbox, a mere gut feeling if you will, but as soon as he saw her handwriting on the envelope he knew something was wrong. Disregarding the warning on the outside, he tore open the envelope in a panic. He skimmed through it quickly his hands shaking as what was written sunk in. She was gone. In that one instant his whole world shifted. She was gone and there was nothing he could do. He couldn’t protect her. He had failed. Once again, he had let her down. He was pathetic, defeated. He would never ever amount to anything just like his mother said.
Denial…
Wait, what if she was still here? He could stop her. His mind latched onto this futile hope, and he sprinted toward her room. Thorne was fully prepared to bodily force the door open, but it wasn’t necessary. The door was unlocked. God forbid, anywhere else and she would have been murdered in her bed—though that isn’t necessary now a small voice in the back of his said cynically. Ignoring it, he opened the door to…no one. Closing it again, he ran through the school trying to find her anywhere--somewhere. But, she was nowhere to be found. She was gone. Gone from him. Gone from the world. There was nothing left.
He might as well be gone too.
Anger….
He was in a blind rage as he tore out of the parking lot the tires squealing against pavement. He was angry. He was furious with her for putting herself in danger, but he was even more with himself. If only he had woken up earlier. If only he had stopped her in time. If only he had saved her. If only…
Bargaining…
If only he had been better. If only he had been worthy of her smile. If he had tolerated Cory. If he had accepted her insecurities. If he had rejected Lorrie……Would she still be here?
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There had only been one place left to go. All he had was a name, but that was all he needed. He had known who his father was and where to find him as soon as he saw that name not that it had made any difference. (How he received that name was a different story). He had stayed away out of spite. Reasoning if he cared he would find him, but that never happened. So, he lowered himself and searched his father out. Easy to find because of his work, not so easy to contact for the same reason. His father was a powerful businessman who had made his break in the stock-market in the next town over. James Matherson. Would he ever forgive his father for creating him? Well, he was going to him wasn’t he? That had to count for something.
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It didn’t take long to be showed into the office. A feat in itself since he was already looking worn and a bit like a bum. But, one step into the office showed why it had been so easy. His father was the spitting image of him, or rather he was the spitting image of his father. James Matherson looked up and recognition, shock, and then realization flitted across his face. He stood up abruptly his chair knocking into the wall behind him. “What’s your name…son?” He said seeming to choke on the last word. “Thorne. Thorne James Ramiro.” The last name struck a chord with the middle-age man before him, and with a sharp nod and gesture to the seat in front of the desk. It was a done deal.
Welcome to the family.
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It was strange being surrounded by people that cared about you. It was a strained caring most likely made worse by his abrupt arrival and brutal honesty about his gift or rather curse but it was still something. More than anything he ever received in his childhood home. His stepmother was young in her late thirties, while his father was in his late fifties. She was the classic trophy wife, but still a decent being. She had accepted him with little fuss even giving him a little kiss on the cheek compliant with the situation telling him that it had been out of her hands from the start.
He had a younger sister. That had been a shock—he hadn’t expected siblings. She was only a couple years younger. She had wavy red hair and they shared the same eyes and smile. He towered over her much to her humor seeing as she only came up to his chest. He remembered when he first met her she had sized him up with her hands on her hips and proclaimed he would do—he would have laughed if he hadn’t been plagued by thoughts of someone.
“My name’s Katherine, but if you ever call me that, I’ll kick you in the balls, got that. Only call me Kat, but if you want something call me Kitty,” She said trying to be threatening. He merely shrugged, which had seemed to satisfy her. That was until she got a look at what he was wearing. She just about had a heart attack and dragged him to the mall ending up buying him what seemed to be half the store. It surprised him how quickly she had taken to him, but he supposed that seemed to be her personality just like someone else he...used to know.
She made him try on and model clothes for her. A thing he would never had done had she not reminded him of someone. It was bittersweet and nostalgic as her bubbly-ness infected his memories bringing up someone else’s enthusiasm for the normal things in life. She picked out clothes for him that he was sure he would never wear, but he didn’t contradict her not wanting to ruin the trip for her. It was indeed a bittersweet moment.
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Sorrow…
He was settling in. Days had passed. He was sure his presence would have been missed at the school, but his father had notified the Academy ensuring that he could stay at…home for as long as was necessary. Routine and Depression quickly settled. He would wake up un-rested, shave(at the insistence of his sister), change into clothes he wouldn’t have been caught dead in before, and then stare out the window all day occasionally playing a melancholy song on the guitar. He couldn’t eat. He couldn’t sleep. She haunted him. In the personality of his sister, through his music, even the cat reminded him of her. He swore he was going insane.
He kept thinking he’d see her smiling like always. He felt as if he’d catch a glimpse of something from the corner of his eye, and he would turn expecting her only to see empty air. It was disconcerting, and kept him awake at night. Any thought of food made his stomach churn because the image of her cold and still would appear in his mind. It was as if she had a knife and his heart carving it into pieces bit by bit till there would be nothing left. His parents didn’t know, and couldn’t understand, so like all good rich parents they gave him some cash and sent him back hoping the familiarity would help him.
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Thorne took another step, and then another his mind grabbling with the fact that this was were she had walked. This was where he had first seen her face. Everything was becoming painful, but he was beginning to slowly endure her death though she still haunted him. The time away had given him that. Well, that and a family. His phone vibrated in his pocket. It was a text from his sister. “It’s gonna be ok.”
How she knew that he was faltering was beyond him. He hadn’t told his relatives the reason why he was miserable, but the text was comforting all the same. Sighing, Thorne made his way toward his dorm shuffling his feet. He could hear the whispers of people around him and tried to ignore them to no avail. ‘What happened to him?’ ‘Who knows. Do you think it’s because of Mitsukai?’ ‘I heard she was beaten up pretty bad.’ ‘Poor thing, he looks like he hasn’t been eating’ ‘I wonder if it’s guilt.’ He glared at them, but they continued talking unabashed. A good explosion was never as respected as it used to be.
He finally reached the safety of his dorm room. Everything was back the way it had been before, except for the mountain of clothes that was placed on his bed. They had been sent ahead of him so they could be fortified to not shred when he exploded. He really did not want to attack that pile, but none of his regular clothes fit him anymore and their bagginess just drew attention to his loss in weight. He didn’t want people to notice how emotionally weak he had become and hopefully fitting clothes would disguise the fact to people who didn’t know him well. It couldn’t be helped, he thought ruefully as he pulled out a pair of light purple skinny jeans. He blanched. No way in hell was he ever going to wear that. Throwing it to the ground, he continued his search restraining the urge to shield his eyes from the bright neon colors. His sister obviously favored the scene look on guys even though he had always been the opposite. He didn’t want to stand out and all these clothes screamed ‘look at me’. Finally finding something semi-harmless, Thorne pulled on a pair of black skinny jeans that had a silver chain attached to the belt loops. Well, at least they weren’t pink. Then pealing off his shirt, he opted for a long-sleeved white graphic shirt. Neutral colors that was good.
He looked in the mirror and started. He didn’t even recognize the person staring back at him. Too bad his feelings weren’t recognizable either. No, they were the same-old depressing, sardonic thoughts only with the added weight of loss—bone-crushing, mind-numbing loss. Those thoughts seemed to be the only things that stayed the same. He had a family now. On top of that, he was a rich brat. Too bad none of the changes would bring her back. The thought butchered the last piece of his heart and with difficulty he turned away from the mirror and away from the futile hope that he would see her face staring back at him. It was time to let go. He knew that, but he couldn’t accept it. He had only known her a few days, yet she still had affected him so strongly. Perhaps it had been a good thing that she was…dead. It kept him from growing attached and weak.
No. He couldn’t think like that not even to help him move on.
Would she have laughed if she had seen him? Cried? Both? He was so different in such a short time. Would she even recognize him? Would she tell him to move on—be happy? Or selfishly keep him in his blanket of sorrow? He didn’t know, and he’d never know…not now anyways. It was too painful to think about. Thorne covered his eyes with a hand as trembling rocked his frame. He could see her now—dead, cold, pale. Her youthful color drained from her much like how her blood had been drained from her veins. It was monstrous image to behold, one that haunted him day and night. Yet in some twisted way, her ashen pallor, a statement of her tragic death, only enhanced her agonizing beauty. Like a falling rose petal. His poor, sweet Angel. He had failed her. He had pushed her away and this was the result. Explosions rippled across him, but he made no move to stop them. He let wave after wave of pain wash over and crash down on him. Drown him. He’d never hold her hand again, or look her in the eyes. She was gone leaving everyone behind like the Angel she was and had always been. His Angel…was gone.
Her murderer would pay. He would pay with every last drop of blood in his body. His labored breathing would atone for his brutality. His pleas for mercy would fall on deaf ears as again and again explosions would disfigure him creating pain that no human could bear, but Thorne would make sure he lived through the pain. The man couldn’t be human even if he had a heart. He would suffer, oh he would suffer. He would scream, beg for mercy as every fiber of his body would sear with excruciating pain. Thorne would exalt as her killer felt her pain one hundred times over. But, it would never be enough. How could one exact revenge on a devil who slaughtered an angel? There was no atonement—no gratification that he could give that would make up for his sin. For nothing would bring her back…nothing.
A heavy weight pressed against his chest making it hard to breathe. His labored breathing was the only sound to be heard and loneliness crowded his mind. He couldn’t take this silence with only his thoughts. He couldn’t bear this pain alone.
He couldn’t take it. He fled from his dorm as if demons from Hell were chasing him. There wasn’t anywhere to really go that was crowded and full of humanity except the cafeteria. The thought brought the image of Mitsukai and her…his friends crowded around one of the tables. In his pain, he hadn’t stopped to think of how this might be affecting them. He hadn’t been a good friend and stayed with them when they were sure to be mourning also. But, he was a selfish creature. He didn’t want to help them. He just wanted his Angel back. So with some trepidation at what was sure going to be a table covered in depression, Thorne entered the cafeteria only to have his heart stop. His eyes zoomed on an almost deserted table only for his breath to catch and his eyes to widen. Once again his world shifted, and at the center was her.
It couldn’t be her. It shouldn’t be her, but that was her face, her smile, her voice, her eyes. He tried to suppress the hope that was bubbling up in him. It wasn’t her. It must be her sister. There was no way she had come back. She was dead. But, there she was. His feet were moving before he thought. His mind was blank except for all thoughts of her as he pushed through the crowds ignoring the shouts and insults thrown his way. His eyes were on the one focal point, and he was running…sprinting towards her. The Light.
His feet slid, as he came to a stop behind her and grabbed her arm roughly, not thinking to be gentle in his shock, turning her towards him so he could see her more clearly. It was her. His angel was here and had never really been dead at all…just lost.
“Oh my God,” was all he could say as he pulled her toward him and enveloped her in an embrace. “Oh my God. Oh my God. God Damn it!” he whispered lowering his face to her hair breathing in her scent—the sweet floral fragrance that he could never identify. He couldn’t seem to form a longer thought than that as she filled his senses. All he could think of was that she was in his arms, and there was nowhere else she should be.
He realized he was trembling. The shaking remaining visible even as he tried to calm himself. “I—I thought you were dead. Dear God I thought you were dead.” He croaked his voice sounding hoarse and strained as he held her tighter not caring if everyone was staring at him—his strange behavior and appearance. All that mattered was that she was safe. He was filled with a sense of intense relief, until anger replaced it.
Pushing her away and holding her at arms length he shook her by the shoulders lightly as his voice rose in anger, his eyes wide—the black circles pronounced making him appear slightly deranged, “How could you do—do you know what I—What did you think—didn’t you think of how worried I—I can’t believe—” He couldn’t finish any of his thoughts that circled his head and his anger slowly lost steam till only weariness remained. He let go of her abruptly his eyes suddenly sad and tired beyond belief. He seemed to crumble to the ground onto his one knee so that he was at her eye level. Reaching out for her hand, his own trembling like a scared kitten afraid she might disappear; he gently placed it in both of his and held it to his forehead closing his eyes. He released a shaky breath and managed to breathe semblance of normal thoughts again, “I can’t believe you’re alive. You’re alive. Dear God, I can’t believe it. My Angel. My sweet, sweet Angel. Don’t you ever fly away from me again.”
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Posted: Thu Feb 18, 2010 7:52 pm
The next song that filled her ears was far more upsetting. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room, it was unfair! He had his love. He had the one he had always dreamed of. Yet he’d let it fall apart. At least the individual hadn’t left. He hadn’t been left with burns all the way to his wrist. This guy could still fix it, he could stop the burning room. Mitsukai would rather watch her and Thorne go up in flames together than having Thorne leave. Not that it could be fixed. Everything was over. There was no saving it.
Mitsukai took another bite of her cereal. It was the most disgusting thing in the world. Then again, all food tasted disgusting now a days. God, this stuff was even worse than the rest. Therefore, Mitsukai pushed it aside. She now focused on the little swirls on the table. They were very interesting, all different shapes and shades. Probably not as interesting as her bedroom full of paint. She could paint another portrait. Maybe even one that could finally bring his face to life. That was a wonderful idea. If she could do it, she had already tried and broke down during each and every attempt. It would have been so much better if he was just back.
Mitsukai’s focus was so drawn in on the table that she hadn’t noticed the whispering in the halls. “He’s back? Wow, he looks horrible. I wonder how she would react. I bet he felt guilty. Maybe him and Mer will finally sleep together.” It all was a bunch of blah and endless chatter. Mitsukai didn’t even know what they were whispering about. Probably about one of Meredith’s hoes.
It didn’t matter until an arm roughly pulled her. Then the world slowed. Mitsukai could no longer breathe. The whole world had just shifted. He was back. He was there. Thorne.
Then he pulled him in her arms. Her whole world had lit up. She could hear his slight rambles. “Oh my God. Oh my God. God Damn it!” He whispered. It was the same velvet, yet rough, voice that had whispered to her during his last day in the courtyard. She was no longer imagining it. It wasn’t a voice in her head. It was him. Mitsukai leaned in as he grasped her. His whole body was trembling. He must have truly missed her while he was gone. Maybe she had been important in his life. It wasn’t like those mocking nightmares she had dealt with every night since he had left. He was back. Would he be back for good?
Thoughts like that make Mitsukai’s heart break.
“I—I thought you were dead. Dear God I thought you were dead.” He left because of her? He left because of her?! Mitsukai had been important enough to drag a boy out of the school? That was ground breaking news. It couldn’t have been true. She was so messed up. Just look at her. Her eyes had swollen black bags from lack of sleep. Her bones showed if she moved the wrong way. She weighed 90 pounds and was steadily dropping in weight. Mitsukai was ruined. She no longer was good enough.
Then he pushed her away, holding her at arms length. He was shaking her fragile body. She could break due to his force. She truly could. Her eyes widened as he looked at her. She wanted to hide. She was so imperfect. How could he even look at her with all her flaws? .” How could you do—do you know what I—What did you think—didn’t you think of how worried I—I can’t believe—” Mitsukai wasn’t even listening to his uncompleted sentences. She was just taking in the sounds of his voice. The cracks and breaks due to his shock. She was taking in his hair, now shorter. It was still slightly curled, no longer as curly as it had been. Nonetheless, it still was beautiful. His cheekbones and jaw line were more defined. They were shockingly so actually. It looked more as if he hadn’t eaten in such a long time. However, Mitsukai still loved it. His bright blue eyes shown with emotion. It was something Mitsukai had lacked since his disappearance. His body was also a lot thinner, dangerously so. Hopefully he hadn’t noticed her lack in weight. Mitsukai scanned over him. Allowing him to talk. He was so beautiful. He was so perfect. She could not believe he was back.
“I can’t believe you’re alive. You’re alive. Dear God, I can’t believe it. My Angel. My sweet, sweet Angel.” Mitsukai listened to the words. She felt a rush of relief. She was his Angel, his Angel! He actually cared. He didn’t leave because he didn’t care. He left because she was dead, or so he believed. She had been alive the whole time. Well, barely alive.
“Don’t you ever fly away from me again” Mitsukai listened to the last jumbled words. Through the long list of rambles, he finally finished one whole sentence. Although, his choice of words sent venom to Mitsukai’s throat. She ‘flew away from him’? She left him? How dare he even assume that. “I did not fly away from you. You left ME!” Mitsukai could fill herself crumpling at the realization of the words. He left. She feel apart whilst he did whatever crap he did. “You never even waited for me to come back, YOU JUST LEFT! Left me to deal with my ******** ******** up self!” Mitsukai cried. She could feel the sting as her tear ducts started to pour. She was having a breakdown right in the middle of the cafeteria. “I had to DEAL WITH YOU LEAVING. While you just did whatever. Then you have the nerve to say that I LEFT?!” Mitsukai screamed. She then moved away from him and stood up.
“LOOK AT ME, I’ve lost 8 ******** pounds! I haven’t been eating. I haven’t been talking. I came back to school WITH BURNS DOWN TO THE BONE.” Mitsukai paused, allowing that to sink in. “I CAME TO SCHOOL WITH BLOOD ON MY HANDS. Yea, that’s right. Your Angel is a ******** murder! Yea, how does that sound. BUT I STAYED ALIVE AND YOU WERE ******** GONE.” Mitsukai felt the tears pouring down her eyes. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t talk. All she felt was the pain. Her heart was crushing even more. She hadn’t even known that was possible. She thought that she was gone, a walking corpse. Well, maybe there had been some life left in her. "I needed you here, and you left." Mitsukai whispered, letting her tears pour freely. She was aware that the whole cafeteria was watching them. She hadn’t even cared. He left, he left!
“Well, I guess its my turn to leave” Mitsukai finished. She then stormed out, ignoring the whispering of the students. She even ignored the yelling of Joseph. She just stormed out and ran towards her hideout. She could have been far more creative. Nonetheless, she practically wished that Thorne would find her. When Mitsukai got in her dorm, she actually locked the door for once. She then grabbed Thorne’s jacket, fell on her bed, and cried. She screamed and cried. Her whole body hurt, her heart struggled to beat. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t do anything except choke on tears. Therefore, Mitsukai sat on her bed with her knees to her chest, clinging to his jacket. She cried and cried, letting her soul pour out. She was fairly positive that anyone outside the door would hear her.
(( I edited it! ))
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 2:22 pm
Ryuuki sighed to himself, slowly finishing his food. The food was actually quite good, but Ryuuki knew that another problem would soon arise. He looked around, watching the people scattered around the room, each of them lost in their own little world. Ryuuki watched as the girl that had helped him out was yelling at yet another boy, before running out of the room, leaking. That's a feisty one... he thought to himself, referring to the girl. The people of this planet are just too... open. Why do they show their emotions and weaknesses so plainly? he wondered to himself. Ryuuki picked up his tray and threw away the remains of his food. He placed the tray on top of a stack of others, before leaving the cafeteria. Ryuuki looked down at his arm, a little sad. I haven't been able to call upon anyone since two days after I arrived... What will I do? he thought to himself, a little troubled. Ryuuki walked down the hallway towards the dorms. Walking up the stairs, Ryuuki continued towards his room. Crying and sobbing could be heard coming from somewhere a bit far off, but Ryuuki didn't care, he had problems of his own. Ryuuki quickly entered his room, closing the door behind him. He hopped onto his bed and started closing his eyes. He turned to look at his desk. His eyes suddenly shot open. Where's the rock? he thought, staring at the empty desk.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 5:54 pm
Even when there's
N-n-n-nothing worth living for
You're still, you're still, still worth lying for
N-no one has to know-ow, ow-ow, ow-ow
And haven't you heard
The word on the street is
"I lost it, called it quits"
Get into the sun
Out from behind the gossip
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
.Cadence Saline Ivie Cadence had fallen into a new routine lately. Her glasses were ditched for good. She had found some kid that was really good at fixing eyes, and for a small price to her, she no longer needed them. It was a relief not to have to worry about putting them on all the time, or clean them, or make sure they didn't fall off her head. She had also started working on her invisibility, practicing on extending it to other objects, or only the seperate objects. She had gotten it down fairly well, still working out a few kinks. Another new thing was she was hangning out with Cory and Archimedes more than she did with Daina, Nikky, Joe, and Mitsukai. She wasn't oblivious to the fact that the rest seemed to be drifting apart anyways, and it seemed as if she wasn't missed at all. It was better and easier that way. Easier to let the Old Cadence die...metaphorically, of course. It was more like she was locked away, no longer needed, like her glasses.
Cadence woke up reluctantly, having stayed out late the night before working on her powers, sneaking out of the dorms, invisible, to the woods to practice. She got in around two, taking a shower before promptly crashing on her bed. She was sleeping better, that was a positive, on the negative side, she didn't want to get up yet. Pulling herself out of bed, she looked at the wavy mess that was her hair, and brushed through it with a comb, that way it'd keep it's gentle curl. Once that issue was out of the way, she got together a presentable outfit and got dressed. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she headed to the bathroom to apply her eyeliner, eyeshadow, etc... Smiling at the reflection she saw, she headed back to her room and grabbed her bag for school, sticking her phone in one pocket and her ipod in the other. She was walking somewhat briskly towards the cafeteria, after all, her stomach was growling, and everyone with a brain knew what that meant. She scowled at the lines moments before becoming transparent, walking up and grabbing a chicken biscuit and some orange juice before walking off, managing to make the food items invisible too. Cadence smirked to herself, waiting til she exited the cafeteria to be visible once more. She began humming, tossing up the orange juice in one hand, and catching it as she walked down the hall and out to the grounds where things were more quiet and less drama filled. She thought she heard Mitsukai yell back in the cafeteria, but she wasn't really listening, her own needs revolving around her. Food, Drink..etc. She was always a tag along with Mitsukai's group anyways, who liked being the extra wheel? Not her, not anymore.
Placing the small container of juice in her bag, she unwrapped her biscuit half way and began to eat. Yum. The chicken was excellent, like usual, not too dry, seasoned just right. While she was munching, she was thinking. About school mainly. Was she going to skip again? It wasn't very hard for her to keep up, missing a class here or there. The only one that gave her problems was math, as usual. All the stupid functions and formulas. Not to mention that the teacher had been driven crazy by students before her year. It was funny to watch her rant and rave though, over pointless things, like when a studednt asked to go to the bathroom. Almost all of her students hated her. It was a pity, really, but always there for a good laugh. Alright, she wouldn't skip today, she'd see how she could terrorize the poor woman...
This story's getting old
The home wrecker with the heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind
Keep, k-keep talking
Keep this alive
This story's getting old (This story's getting old)
The home wrecker with the heart of gold
Keep you locked up in the trunk of my mind now-ow, ow-ow, ow-ow
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 6:00 pm
Kyuubi looked up from his food. He heard Thorne's voice. He hadn't heard it in a while. He saw him holding Mitsukai's arms. He was surprised to see him actually. He looked at Mitsukai. He saw her face turn to anger. He could almost see what was coming. He heard her start yelling at him. He flinched as she yelled. He had rarely seen her so angry. When she finished he wasn't surprised that she left. Kyuubi finished his food. He thought about going to see Mitsukai. He knew she would push him away. He still had to try. He walked to her room. He knew Joe would be there for her as well.
"Mitsukai" he asked and knocked. He could hear her crying. He knew she might not answer. He wanted to help her.
Vincent watched Mitsukai storm out of the cafeteria. He saw Kyuubi leave as well. He knew what Kyuubi might do but he ate his food quietly.
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Posted: Fri Feb 19, 2010 7:35 pm
Thorne…James…Ramiro
Where’s your treasure? Where’s your hope? If you get the world and lose your s o u l ? I’m strong on the surface, not all the way through Empty spaces fill me up with [ h o l e s.] {Distant} faces with no place left to go.
I can’t find no rest_~_~_Where I’m going is anybodies’ guess. Thorne was too caught in his own euphoria to notice her anger till she started screaming that is. He looked up in shock and stood quickly. When he had first entered, he had not realized how emaciated she was or how dark bags hung under her eyes identical to his own, but now that he was forced to take her image in…to really look; he saw the horror his leaving had done to her. She looked like a fragile doll, something that could easily break under his touch. She was too delicate for him to ever come near. Even if she was alive, this seemed to be the bare minimum reminding him of his younger days when he had been forced to live with his mother. He was a pathetic excuse of a friend…no not friend, not a boyfriend either. Both those words seemed to lack all the complicated depth of Mitsukai’s and his relationship. It was a storm that held both love and hatred. He felt as if they were in a stalemate forever circling the other—never meeting in the middle for neither of them would budge from their position. Well not this time. Never again. He would not let her slip away from him even if it meant forcing his company on her.
Yet even as these thoughts circled his head, he still couldn’t control the anger that seemed to leak from him. It was a poison flowing through his veins igniting hatred and creating a burning desire for…something. What that was, he did not know. But as he watched her run away from him, he was reminded of another who had run from him. Anger coursed through him. He had to bite back the arguments he would have yelled at her had she stayed around long enough, but no; she chose to run. It wasn’t fair of her to say he left. She left him first, left to help her idiot ex-boyfriend in some stupid dimension. He had thought she was dead for crying out loud! Was he supposed to stick around and wait for them to maybe find her body and maybe have a funeral? Was he supposed to watch as they laid out a closed coffin because she was too disfigured too look at? Was he supposed to stay and wait for a miracle? Well, he didn’t believe in miracles and he wasn’t going to stay at a school where everything reminded him of her. Was she really that selfish to expect that of him? She was lucky he had even come back at all! He lashed out at the nearest object, which happened to be a chair. Kicking it ferociously, he swore a stream of curses flowing from his mouth. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be good…
“Ha! Serves him right. He thinks he owns the place just ‘cause he’s a senior,” a lanky sophmore said loudly to a girl sitting across from him at a nearby table. That was all it took for him to snap. Thorne’s face morphed into something that only appeared in horrors as he strode over to the sophomore. Roughly grabbing the guy’s shirt, Thorne dragged the student to his feet bringing his face close to his own. The sophomore seemed too shocked to react his eyes wide and his feet a couple centimeters off the ground. “Don’t cross me sophomore,” Thorne hissed his eyes stormy and his face clearly showing all the rage and contempt he felt. “I’ve done things that would make your nightmares seem pleasant, and I’m not opposed to disfiguring that young face of yours,” Thorne whispered in the guy’s ear aware of the audience. Done with the bothersome thing, Thorne pushed the sophomore away from him where he stumbled and fell sprawling on the cafeteria floor.
Scowling at the pathetic sight, Thorne turned and exited the cafeteria. He only had one goal in mind---find her. He wasn’t going to let her walk away from him again. He wasn’t going to stand by and let her slip away. She knew him as well as he knew himself and there was no one else in the world who could take that claim. He would make her understand somehow. There was a way. It would take time. He knew that, but he wouldn’t let their first encounter end on bad note. He would do anything. Hold her, comfort her, and speak sweet nothings as she cried her heart out. If she screamed at him, he would take it silently waiting till she finished. He would get onto his knees and beg for her forgiveness. He would help her get through the murder—he had once gone through the same; he could help (at least he hoped he could). He would do anything to make her forgive him, for her to accept him. Life without her, a shining constant and sometimes a complete drama queen, was Hell. The world was devoid of color and light without her. She brought vitality and life to his hatred-filled and self-loathing life. She had cared. That was all he really needed in the first place. Now those roles were reversed and he would do everything in his power to help, to heal her.
Well, that was his plan until he saw Kyuubi outside her door. He could hear her sobbing inside her room…because of him. But all thoughts of amends stopped when he saw Kyuubi. He had no right! No right whatsoever to even try to help her. He dragged her along to his weird dimension, and almost got her killed. He caused his own depression and then indirectly Mitsukai’s. It was his fault and all Thorne could see was red as he advanced predatorily. “What are you doing here?” He growled low enough so that Mitsukai couldn’t hear. He didn’t want her to know what was most likely going to happen eventually. “You have no right to be here you piece of scum. Get out of here or trust me, you won’t like the results.” He snarled as he clenched and unclenched his hands ready to beat Kyuubi to a pulp at a moments notice. He wasn’t afraid of losing. He could simply regenerate, and no matter what power you have nothing beats an explosion in close quarters. There was simply no easy way to avoid it especially if he grabbed a body part while detonating—something he never did because of the dire consequences. Thorne hoped Kyuubi wasn’t too fond of his limbs for if he didn’t leave soon, Thorne was going to blow perhaps taking off an appendage or two of Kyuubi’s. It was a simple task for such a gruesome result. He only had to grab hold of say his opponent’s arm and detonate his hand. Boom! No more arm, so unless Kyuubi had some regenerating power unbeknownst to them all till now, it would most likely be a good idea for him to leave.
Glaring at Kyuubi, Thorne’s eyes silently told a warning before he shoved him out of the way so he was directly in front of Mitsukai’s door. Thorne knocked on the door….well, more like pounded; the sound demanding attention. “Angel? Angel? Please, Angel, please…” his voice trailed off all thoughts of Kyuubi banished from his mind as if a light switch had been turned off. For all he cared, he was the only one in the hall as he knocked again on Mitsukai’s door his voice taking on a begging edge, so different from the anger in it only a moment before.
“Angel! I’m so sorry, so sorry. Angel, please open the door. I can’t do this. I can’t not…” love you. No, he couldn’t say it. Not here and not at that moment in time. It was already too filled with emotion and hurt. Those words would harm more than they would heal. Leaving the words unsaid he continued on, “Angel, please, I’m sorry, please open the door. I’ll tell you everything. You’re the only one that understands. The only one that…” cares. He trailed off feeling drained as he leaned his head against her door with a thud. He didn’t care how long it took for her to open the door. He would stay there till she opened it. There was no moving him
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