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 Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:05 am
-- Nukpana and Anana
Life was not good.
Then again, looking back, this was hardly surprising. He had to wonder how it was that each time he paused to ponder, he found himself surprised at the fact his life sucked; he'd known this for such a long while and yet each time he thought about it, he couldn't help but be surprised by it, as if it was hardly his fault.
In his defense though, the current troubling situations weren't exactly his fault. Not entirely anyhow... mostly. Okay then, he though to himself as he walked down the deserted corridors of the school, divide and conquer, they say, so let's so that; what problems do I currently have?
Well, problem number 1 was that he was late to school. There wasn't much he'd been able to do about that; it related to problem number 2.
Problem number 2 resided in the fact he'd been cornered in an alley, and ganged up on, because his former companions and enemies, all felt he'd been ignoring them lately, in favour of... nevermind that. Fact was, they were not happy he'd not been paying them the suficient attention. His torn shirt, multiple scratches, bloodied lip and messy hair were proof enough. He couldn't solve this, for the time being. Well, ******** number 3 was that it hurt like a b***h. This, however, was a problem he could deal with, and mentaly Nukpana refrained a victory dance at the notion.
Of course, all the above problems related to problem number 4, which happened to be the most frustrating of them all. Said problem lay within one of the classes, he was sure. Studying dutifuly like she should. Nuka allowed himself to toss his head back to angst, now that no one strolled the hallways, as he entered the enfirmary, intent on patching himself up before skipping class, to take a nap outside.
He needed it.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:09 am
Sometimes she wondered if he was even worth all the trouble.
At first, it had seemed like a good idea, blackmailing one of the most cut-throat bastards in school into being a personal body-guard of sorts, but now that she was spending so much time with him, she was finding him to be a real nuisance. He often went missing when she needed to find him, and when he finally came around, he had gotten into all sorts of trouble. She wasn't entirely sure what she had originally expected of him, only that it seemed like an easy way to keep the other idiots from trying to play grab-a** with her when all she wanted was a little alone time.
This morning had proved to be no different - when she'd gotten to school, he was no where to be found, and the sneering faces of all her old tormentors seemed to revel in the fact that her 'boyfriend' had disappeared. Luckily, his name was still threat enough to keep them from confronting her too much, and she had slipped into the infirmary without a problem. She sat atop the stool in the corner, one leg crossed over the other, the toe of her shoe tapping lightly against the rung that ran between the stool legs. Unsurprisingly, she had a book balanced across her lap, studying (or attempting to) while she had no patients to attend.
The sound of someone entering drew a soft sigh from her lips, and she closed the book with a bit of irritation. Her thoughts were keeping her from concentrating, and now she was sure she was going to have to deal with some kid trying to skip class with claims of a belly ache. "Take a seat on the table," she said as she stood up, straightening the white aid's jacket she wore over her uniform, and glanced up to see who she was dealing with right now while the nurse was out. Of course, what she saw wasn't quite what she'd expected.
"What in the world, Nuka?" she said with a bit of a frown, crossing her arms over her chest from where she stood.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:35 am
And... talking about problems; there within the infermary lay problem number 4. Nuka refrained the urge to toss his head back and growl and groan in frustration; said action wasn't going to get him anywhere. All it'd acomplish was for the girl to flock over, stick her face in his and snap at him for being rude. That was bound to have undesireable concequences, to say the least. Instead he let out a sigh he barely knew he'd been holding, through gritted teeth before he stalked over and simply allowed himself to collapse the damned table, "Yeah, well, 'morning to you too, 'ho," he grumbled.
In his defense, he wasn't in a particularly good mood. Getting the s**t beat out of him by old friends and enemies alike because he was spending too much time with a random girl, was not Nuka's particularly... awesome way to start the day off, by any means. The fact Anana was there now, to further the torment was not helping either. Focusing his blue eyes on her form, he took in the white jacket that lay over her uniform, and swiftly decided it looked good on her; the white seemed to accentuate her face just so...
After a momentary pause, the boy bit the inside of his cheeks and decided that this was just NOT good, "On second thought, I'll deal with the ******** pain," he told her matter of factly as he jumped off the table, intent on leaving the room before problem number 5 reared it's ugly head. Or rather, while it was still not rearing it up.... too much yet.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 10:50 am
"Oh no you will not, Nuka," she snapped, taking a few quick strides to place herself between him and the door, pointing a finger at his chest irritatedly. Honestly, she wasn't sure why he was always running out on her like that - probably because she had gotten the best of him and he was sour over the deal. He seemed to be a pretty hot-headed fool, sometimes. "School policy says at the very least we have to clean you up and bandage up your cuts so you don't bleed everywhere," she narrowed her eyes at him, still waving that solitary finger at him threateningly, and might have gone so far as to jab him in the chest with it if she didn't fear poking a bruise or scrape. She was a b***h sometimes, but she wasn't cruel.
She gave him one last, long hard stare, then promptly tossed the waves of chocolate hair over her shoulder for emphasis as she turned and headed towards one of the many cabinets that lined the room. She began to set out various things on the counter; a cloth for washing, rubbing alochol, bandages. With her back to him, her face was contorted into irritation that she refused to show him. "You might as well just sit back on that table there, if the nurse finds out I let you leave before I cleaned you up, it'll be a real problem." Of course, that was highly unlikely - she never got in trouble.
She began to run the cloth under the tap, adjusting it until it was at least warm, and glanced over her shoulder at him. "Who did you piss off this time?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 11:04 am
For a full minute, the boy seemed to concider his options; either shoving her aside (oh god, that involved touching her) or jumping out the window (pity they were on the second floor and his body was battered as it was), anything to just get the hell OUT of the room before it was too late. Anana however, seemed intent on blocking the only exit within rational reach, so thus, other options discarded, he narrowed his eyes and glared down at her, long and hard. Her finger then came out to point or poke at his chest, forcing him to take a step back to avoid the contact.
Had anyone been watching, they might've deemed it hilarious, seeing as how Nuka was easily towering over her, while she was somehow, beyond all reason, managing to practicaly back him up against the table once more. His eyes followed the finger she waved, and it was only with great difficulty that he kept himself from snatching said finger into one of his hands; his fsts clenched at his sides and had he had long nails, they'd have been digging holes into his palms, "FINE! WHATEVER!" he shouted at her, tearing his gaze away from her frame as he dropped himself on the table, arms crossed over his chest as he settled down into what looked like a magnificent sulk.
Still, despite the fact he'd sat down, Nuka could hardly keep himself from fidgeting, because he knew, oh he knew, that she was going to touch him any moment now, and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't very well yell at her not to ******** touch him, because how in the world was she going to tend his wounds then? ... where was the old hag of a nurse when he needed her? WHY had she apointed ANANA of all people on the face of the crummy, god damned earth? His train of thoughts haulted and forcefuly crashed into a mountain as she picked that moment to talk to him. Outwardly, he frowned at her, "Everyone; the whole ******** world, that's who," it was not far from the truth either, seeing as how EVERYONE seemed intent on torturing him lately.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 12:19 pm
"That's not true," she said with a small smirk on her lips, deep teal-blue eyes watching him as she gathered up everything in her arms carefully. She moved across the room, setting it all down again beside him on the medical table, and picked up the warm, wet cloth. "You haven't pissed me off yet," she said amusedly.
She stood there, for a moment, eyes sweeping over the various cuts and bruises, trying to decide where in the world to actually start. How did he manage to get himself into these messes? Well, she knew how. He was Nuka, an a*****e that asked for it more often than not, but what she really wanted to know was why he had to do it in the first place.
"Sit still, and don't fidget," she said finally, deciding that she might as well start with his face if she was going to start anywhere. That bloody lip, after all, looked terrible. She leaned over so slightly so she could get closer to him and see what she was doing, raising the warm cloth to brush delicately at the wound. For all her hard-edged words, her touch was surprisingly soft.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 12:52 pm
"Could've fooled me," the words were murmured under his breath though, so as to not let her hear him. Then, the boy slumped slightly, as if in defeat, allowing himself to embrace the thought he was going to HAVE to run off. Yet again. Not like she'd be surprised; he was practicaly forced to do so every session he spent with her. He could only thank the gods they weren't studying in the same classes; this meant he could get a small breather every so often (the thought he was most peaceful within class was hilarious, really).
As she neared him, the boy stiffened up and procedeed to clench his jaws tight, as if the motion would help him sit still. Except... it wasn't helping; or rather, it didn't, the moment she pressed forward and leaned so she could treat her lip. As the girl leaned in, Nuka leaned away and away... and away as much as he could, making it almost look like an amusing game of onesided tug-o-war, in a way, "C-can you just .... Can't I ******** treat my own injuries?" he'd done so many a-times after all, one more wouldn't be bad. Specially if it kept HER at bay and away from his body. Oh god, he didn't even want to think of her having to treat the scratches and bruises on his chest.
He refused to take off his shirt. ******** refused.
So ocupied was he in his thoughts, that he practicaly didn't notice when he leaned away from Anan so much that he fell back against the table, blinking in a daze.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 1:02 pm
She pursed her lips in irritation as he leaned away, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as he began to lean backwards. Ana wasn't, in all honesty, very tall - she was actually a rather petite little thing. The farther he leaned back meant the farther she had to lean forward. It was becoming a struggle, and all because of what? Did he think she was going to purposefully hurt him while she was cleaning him up? Blackmailing him was a little underhanded, even she had to admit that, but she wasn't a heartless b***h.
"No, you can't, now quit being such a baby, Nuka. Just sit still, honestly, it's really not going to hurt that much." As he fell back onto the table, she clicked her tongue in irritation, one hand on her hip as she stood up for a moment. So he was going to act like a child? Fine. With a sigh of irritation passing her lips, she put one knee on the table and pushed herself up, cornering him now that he had fallen back. It was either shove her in the floor, or sit still and behave.
"Why are you acting like I'm the devil? I'm not going to make it hurt anymore than it has to, and if you'd sit still, it'll go faster," she narrowed her eyes on him again, bracing herself with one arm as she lower the cloth towards his lip again. Couldn't he just cooperate for once? This whole 'rebel' attitude was really starting to get on her nerves.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 1:21 pm
Sadly enough, his problem had more to do with him being afraid of what he'd do to HER, not the other way around. At first he'd really, honestly not given a rat's a**, but now, well, he'd gotten... mildly er... what was the word he was looking for? Attatched? Yes, attatched sounded just about right. He'd gotten slightly attatched to the small, b***h of a girl, and the idea of jumping her (which he'd entertained, for kicks at first - what would she do if he cornered her in a desserted hallway? She'd never be able to fight him off), was no longer something he wanted to think about, least he lose controll and actualy did it.
As much as an a*****e as he was, rape wasn't in his schedual. He could have any girl he wanted, rather willingly. It was quite a shame that it seemed that the only girl he WANTED was... out of reached.
Well, wait, scratch that. She was within reach, and if she kept on leaning in like THAT, he was going to go MAD. She chose that moment to practicaly straddle him to the table, and all rational thought flew out the window. Unable to manage coherent words out of his mouth, the boy blushed and concidered for a moment bucking her off his body. That'd have resulted in her getting hurt though and he soon dismissed the notion, so he did what he could to keep her away from more awkward zones of his body, eyes wide with something akeen to fear, "Get it OVER with already!" he managed finally, unsure how much he'd last. Maybe if he distracted her... she'd not notice? .... maybe he could tickle her to death? ...
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:00 pm
She was quite confused over the blush on his cheeks, a small brow quirking as she watched him for a moment. Of course, then she realized what this situation must look like! A tiny girl pinning down a big bully - him and his pride. "Oh suck it up, it's not that embaressing," she muttered, and reached in to begin gently brushing away the blood from his lip.
Taking advantage of his compliance for the moment, she sat up slightly and fiddled with the bottle of rubbing alcohol, pouring a small amount onto the rag. Glancing back at him, she moved towards him again with it, but did pause before she touched him. "This might sting just a little," she said, then promptly began to clean the facial cuts with it despite any bitching or moaning she expected to hear. For as 'tough' as he acted, he sure did like to act like a child around her.
She slid slowly off the table, standing on her own two feet again, and smoothed down her uniform. Adjusting the jacket, she crossed her arms over his chest, and settled her eyes on him rather expectantly. "You might as well take your shirt off and let me see the rest of the damage," he looked all the better already for having the blood washed from his face, but she wasn't going to let him just walk out of here like that. If those got infected, it'd be nasty, and what use would it be then? Not to mention, she did actually care one some level.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:16 pm
Oh my GOD, could she be any more oblivious as to the situation? Could she not SEE? Could she not understand? Could she not ******** FEEL?!
In a way, he was rather glad she could do none of the above, mostly because it meant his dirty little secret was still intact. Now, if he could somehow get her off before she discovered it in a rather awkward way, all would be swell with the world. Well, as swell as things had been only earlier that morning... which wasn't a huge improvement, by any means, but as it was, Nuka would've taken even that small an improvement. No, it was NOT embarrasing; it was dangerous, that's what it was! Didn't she realise this in the least? Was she really that innocent?
He was so caught up in his musings that when she began to brush at the blood on his lips, the boy visibly started. Then, noticing her face was rather dangerously near his, he grit his teeth and willed himself still. VERY still. The pain was GLADLY welcomed at first; for each gentle stroke of her hand brought a small sting of pain. After a few moments though, he realised this wasn't helping all that much at turning him off, and if anything, it was turning him further on. His mind paniced as he concidered, once more, throwing her off, because oh GOD she'd not even reached his chest yet.
Despite everything, he lay stock still, the clenching and unclenching of his hands as she moved, the only give away that he was, in fact, still in pain.
When she jumped off, Nuka concidered briefly running for the door and towards the bathrooms; as it was, he was already in trouble. In fact, no sooner did he sit up on the table, he shoved his arms and hands in front of him, hidding any obvious signs of his struggle before looking around in an almost paniced matter. Door, door, door, doo- "I am NOT taking my shirt off, b***h!" it was said in low hiss, almost as if he were terrified of the idea, for some reason. If she wanted it off, she was going to have to WRESTLE it off. But then again, hopefuly that idea wouldn't cross her mind, as it had his.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:28 pm
Not only was Ana completely oblivious to the entire situation, she probably wouldn't have thought of it by herself unless it was spelled out clearly for her. As smart as she was, and as much time as she spent in the books, it was safe to say that her mind operated more in a technical manner than a passionate one at times. Things like intimacies certainly were not on the list of knowledge.
"And why not?" she said with an irritable sigh, hands moving crossed over her chest to planted firmly on her hips. It was a defensive stance (or offensive, perhaps). Why was he so determined to fight her on this the whole way? He had already conceded to having her clean up his face, and his chest couldn't be that much worse. He'd sat through the pain well enough, he knew what it was like, why was he still acting like a child? "What is this about, Nuka? Don't like having a pretty girl clean you up? Would you rather me find the old nurse?"
His pride, or what she assumed was pride, was really starting to irritate her. She set the cloth down on the table beside him and shifted until she could look him straight in the face. "Take it off," she said seriously, in a no nonsense voice, face as serious and commanding as she could manage. She probably would have been a little horrified if she had known what was really going on, and what her actions were really causing.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 2:40 pm
Why not? WHY NOT?!
"Are you ******** insane?" he asked instead, his eyes wide, as if really, he couldn't understand how she'd be THAT naive; surely she'd have THE talk at least? ... surely she knew that straddling and touching a male's chest (a teenager, no less, with raging hormanoes to boot), was a bad, bad idea that was just asking for trouble, right? The flat look he was reciding told him that for all her smarts, she hadn't even thought about reading the erm... appropiate books. Nuka briefly concidered headdesking; out of lack of desks to 'headdesk' on, he did the nest best thing. He managed to school his features into an intense glare; it was the glare that had managed to terrify the student body into staying the hell away from.
Of course... it was hardly going to work on her though. He knew that. After all, she was the only bloody imbicile in the school (planet, perhaps?) that invaded personal space, time and time again throughout the day.
"Well, just because!" he snapped back at her, still doing a rather good job at keeping himself rather.. .hidden for the time being. He was NOT going to move his hands from there. He was not. No force on earth was going to be able to move his hands from there, "YES!" he told her matter of factly, almost wildly, "Yes, PLEASE!" it was almost hilarious how he'd managed to actualy insert the word in there, because in all honesty, he wasn't going to survive having her touch his bare skin. As she leaned in, the boy gritted his teeth and willing himself to lean away; it was taking much more effort to do so now though, "No ******** way!"
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 3:07 pm
Her brows creased into a 'v' as he asked her if she was insane, quite confused over to what that actually pertained to. Was she missing some larger point here, some bigger issue that was going on? Surely he couldn't be afraid that the nurse would walk in and suspect them of.. doing something. She shifted uncomfortably at the mere thought, for it had always been an awkward subject with her, one she just preferred not to talk about. If she had no intentions of doing it anytime soon, well, what was the use of bothering to learn about it? Her father certainly seemed to be of the same mind. She knew the technicalities, and that was enough for her.
"Look, I have to clean you up, or those cuts are likely to get infected, and then what good are you to me?" It was a bit cold-hearted, but it was the only reasonable arguement she could think of right now. She didn't add that she'd feel bad if they got infected, because she didn't exactly want him to be miserable.
"Well, too bad for you I don't know where she's gone, and you're just going to have to deal with me." She let out a slight sigh, and shook her head at him. She picked up her finger again, raising it to point at his face, face contorted into seriousness once more. "Just take it off, Nuka, because I really don't think you want me to have to take it off for you. How are you going to nurse your injured pride then when you have to figure out a way to explain to yourself how a smaller girl bested you?" Yes, entirely oblivious, and quite happy to be so.
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Posted: Tue Jun 03, 2008 3:17 pm
Now, on top of it all, he getting extremely frustrated. Not only due to her words, but due to her attitude and her strange inavility to SEE what was going (heaven forbid she did though - this was his irrational mind talking. Deep down he wanted her as far away from the notion as he could, if only because... well, he didn't know WHY. Nuka had never been the most rational of beings).
His eyes flashed with anger for a moment; real anger towards her, something he'd not really shown her since the very begining of their awkward... what was this? Friendship? Whatever it was. It was almost as if he were daring her to move forward, daring her to take that step. Problem here, was that he wasn't certain he could deal with her, "I'm not taking it off, b***h, and nothing short of YOU taking it off is going to move me," his words dripped acid at that point, then he paused and backpeddlad slightly, his eye twitching mildly, "And you BETTER not," if she knew what was best for her, anyhow. A small warning growl was issued, then he turned and concidered the door once more; she was still in the way, and he was not going to risk shoving her away. With that lithe frame of her, she was bound to get hurt, and god DAMN it all, he cared if she did. Registering she was still ranting utter nonesense, he offered her a deadpan look, "Yeah, you just go on believing that. Still ain't taking it off."
So there.
If he'd been physicaly able to, he'd have stomped his foot on the ground petutantly, as if to add to the inmaturity he was feeling. In his defense, she was making it VERY hard to handle all the emotions bubbling within him; in all honesty, it was a miracle he still had some shreds of control left. He'd never thought he had THAT much self control till he'd met Anana. She was teaching him he had willpower and self control to match that of anyone. He dared them.
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