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False Introductions [Cont.] |
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Senna Continued
“Hi, Senna.” Oh great, just the person I wanted hear from. Lucivar. Why was it always him? It gets a bit stale after a while. You know, me being mad and him deciding to pay me a visit to give me a one-way ticket to hell. I’m just oozing with excitement, can’t you tell?
I whipped my head around to face him; well I had to crane my head up to see him eye to eye. The guy was tall; I was a couple of inches off from reaching his shoulders. I didn’t want to see him and told him so, “Go away.” I didn’t bother to go into details or a long speech on how much I hate him or that I’ll never go willingly. He already knew that, he just didn’t care. That’s all there was to it.
“Mmhmm...” What kind of answer was that? Not a really good one but why should I all of people be surprised? The guy was just as antisocial as me if not worse. Okay maybe that wasn’t completely true. He just wasn’t the talkative type though when he dares to open his mouth to say something it almost always puts me in an even worse mood. Its like I can’t get any more pissed and he always proves that I can.
He flicked his fingers and a portal appeared beside him, big enough for two. He bowed slightly, “After you, Senna,” he gestured to the portal getting straight down to business with a sly grin. He wasn’t very tactful; he didn’t even try to smooth me into it with the slim chance of me saying ‘yes.’ Why no. He just goes and bows as if I was going to agree in a heartbeat, you would think he’d learn. Apparently not.
“Um, no. I hate to break it to you but I’m not going anywhere.” I even said it in one breath, I was proud of myself…well sort of…Moving on.
He shrugged and the portal disappeared. He straightened his body so that he was no longer bowing and the grin vanished from his features. “Well I tried.” Interesting conversation we’re having here, full of death threats and long speeches of “So we meet again, I thought I had…yadda yadda yadda…Let’s fight! Then we can make sorrowful confessions and become close friends!” Hate to break it to you but its not nearly as dramatic or childish…well maybe the dramatic part if it was a one time deal. But this kind of thing happened a lot, getting on with so many useless words would be a waste of breath and a way for an easy kill. There’s no ‘How could you’s!’ either, because to be frank they can. Sorry to burst your bubble.
Do you know how hard it is to hold a decent conversation with two antisocial people? Not as hard as you might think, you just hardly talked. That summed us up. I made a shooing motion at him as to say ‘Great job. You tried, now you can leave and never try again.” I just wasn’t that lucky.
“Well,” he sounded tired, “I guess I’m going to have to take you by force.” Oh very original, I love the creativity going on hear. Note on the sarcasm.
I hissed at him revealing my lovely white canines, sharper than any dagger, and he didn’t even bat an eyebrow. The b*****d. Becoming utterly myself, my face ceased to show any emotion, to have it in plain sight was just a weakness that could be avoided. My claws showed themselves, coming out of my skin like snakes to a whole six inches and stronger than steel by like, times a hundred something. The b*****d still didn’t react rather he just crossed his arms and looked at me lazily. As if I wasn’t already angry enough. Oooh he was in for it after this commercial break.
Amieon
“So where are you from?” He asked her in mild curiosity, the laughter finally subsiding. He wasn’t exactly sure what had been so funny but he’d been laughing for a solid five minutes. Sad eh? Oh yeah, it was over him meeting the tree.
She shrugged, smiling lightly as if nothing in the world could bring her down and maybe that was true, maybe not. “Oh nowhere in particular, it’s pretty far off and can be something of a legend.”
He nodded, paying attention to her closely as if her input mattered, which it did but to other men it’d mean utter dittily squat. For some strange reason this all felt familiar, as if he’d lived this before. It was weird. “It sounds fascinating, do you ever miss it?”
“Not really though others might. It’s just the same as anywhere else with a few exceptions. But,” she smiled and leaned over towards him. His eyes widened in surprise when their lips met and he instantly jumped backwards.
He blinked at her as she straightened her posture, she was still smiling but there was…something different about it and was his vision beginning to blur? He blinked again, eyes closed for what seemed like an eternity to him. “Wh—” he started but he felt sick to his stomach. Amieon doubled over, hand clutching his stomach while gasping for air. The last thing he saw was Glenin; it finally dawning on him that she wasn’t smiling at all rather it was a wide smirk and her eyes turned a deep red. That her face seemed unreal as if she wasn’t there at all, he fell unconscious.
Itami aka Ita-san aka Sam aka Mori aka… (The boy-girl with no form)
Ita-san smirked at the fallen Angel, get it? Fallen Angel? He had made a funny, now isn’t that just sweet?
There was no thought process as he slipped from the sexy black haired woman look to one of his favorites. It was a cross between genders, how appropriate. This appearance was extremely feminine and was dominantly female to be honest but with the exception that she/he had the smooth chest of a man, the narrow hips that women don’t have. His face was pretty too, it was that of a cute boy that looked like a girl. Ita’s hair was different too, rather than the once long black hair tied in pigtails it was a short sun-bleached white-blond that curved about his face in perfect unison. He looked like what he was, well sort of, which was a very attractive boy that could pass as a woman if need be depending on what clothing was worn. ‘It’, as in Ita aka Sam aka Mori etc, was a pretty little thing.
“Are you okay?” He puffed out his bottom lip and made a cutesy face trying to look as innocent as possible. It could have fooled even the tightest of women, or men, into thinking that Ita aka Sam was just the sweetest thing who was deeply concerned. Ita concerned? Hah! I made another funny.
The ‘boy’ leaned over and grabbed a random pointed stick that was lying on the ground. He stood up, inspected it, and put it into action. “Hey,” he said aloud in a pretty voice, as he was obsessed with pretty things, “Get up,” Ita then proceeded with prodding Amieon with the stick in an assortment of places. “You’re no fun! But…” he paused driving in the stick hard, smiling again, “At least I know your out for the count. Who knew you could fall for something so stupid; I mean the woman is already dead. You of all people should know this, well you AND me…” The boy-girl simply shrugged, shaking his white-blond hair knowing that it fell perfectly back into place. “Oh well, lets go.” He said to nobody in particular, not caring in the least that neither Amieon nor anybody else could hear him.
Ita tried to snap the stick in half with one hand and when he found that it didn’t break got frustrated and tried to with both hands. When it still didn’t do so much as creak he threw it at the nearest tree hoping that it’d break on impact, that that’ll teach it but the stick only went an inch before dropping to the ground. “Damn fu--,” he broke out into a frustrated growl, clutching his fists trying to calm down. It didn’t help.
It a couple of minutes before Ita just rolled his eyes in annoyance and tried to lift Amieon and found that he couldn’t. “Oh great, just great. Today’s my lucky day,” he made a face when he recalled Tsuki telling him what a great day he would have. He hated him, not that he didn’t hate all of them already, but he just hated him more. Okay maybe he didn’t hate all of them, he liked two of them. The rest he hated.
AshIynn · Sat Jan 12, 2008 @ 02:50am · 1 Comments |
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