Ok then, new story time. A friend got me into this series and i wish they would already make a season 2 or something! i just love it! Haha! OK, anywho, on with the story. Please let me know what you think. good, bad...horrible? I do like criticism, as long as it isn't out of control. That's whats great about it, helping me to get better. So thank you in advance.
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I like to think my life has been pretty boring up until now. School, school and more school. The most 'exciting' thing was switching schools, which is this year. From America to Japan, public school to a private one. It's weird if you actually think about it, something that is so different from what I am use to. The school I heard about, were there are two I shall be visiting. An all girl school and a co-ed. Not sure which I like the thought of more.
So, it was no surprise, my household was running around like crazy people, per normal. Had to make sure everything was gathered for the tour of the second school, Ouran High school. The first place we went, I heard a lot of good things. LeBia...or whatever it was called. A french school was all I really knew about it...and that is was all female. That has to be pretty cool right? So wrong was I. Bunch of stalking lezbo's. I mean, everyplace I went, they were there. Mainly three chicks that I didn't bother to learn their names.
It's fucking creepy, even momma and dad thought so. Sure, I have a bit of musical talent, I can sing pretty but that's not something I want to major in. I will be taking over my families business, maybe expand it later. You see, my parents run a string of every successful tattoo parlors. They are the people the big shot movie directors call when they are in need of some ink for movies and also special effects. Mostly zombie movies and horror movies. It's an awesome job and they are teaching me to do the special effects.
Awesome!
When it came to moving for the schools, my parents want the best, it meant having to leave the family behind. Not something I was to keen on. No matter how good the school was. Momma and dad talked me into going regardless but then, the most wonderful thing happened! They got a call, from some man, about a building they had been thinking about buying. With that settled-momma and dad were coming with!-, we packed up clothes and little knickknacks, put everything else in storage and sold our house.
Some people think it's odd to be as close as I am to my parents but I can't imagine it being any different.
"Ani, let's go!"
Shaking the thoughts from my head, I sighed. "Coming momma!" stopping at the floor length mirror hanging on the back of my door, I peered at myself with a frown. I was dressed as my per-usual self, black pants that were tucked into knee length boot-like sneakers, grey with black and white laces. The top was a retro white halter tank that ended at my hips. At the moment, my arms were bare, exposing the tattoo sleeves on both. And yes, I said tattoo sleeves. Perhaps a reason why I didn't have many...or any friends in America. I am an odd ball thanks to my upbringing. Not that I would change it.
On the left arm was the family crest-dad's side-with a large phoenix that looked as if it were bursting from confines. Long silvery tail feathers wrapped the crest like it was being cradled and some of the feathers moved to wrap my arm and wrist. It was done in magnificently bold colors of red, orange, gold, purple and silver. The right arm had momma's family crest in a bright, almost glowing yellow. The design was set in the right eye of a growling/stalking wolf. The animal itself represented my baby sister, may her soul rest in piece, as it was her favorite animal. To the left of the wolf was a straight shot of a road, the foliage dead and skulls littering the ground here and there. On the right side was another road, more curvy and bumpy but green with a shinning sun, blooming flowers and lush trees.
There is a meaning behind both sleeves. One being that a Montenegro-dads side-can never be subdued and will always found a way to free themselves. The wolf-momma's side-held a slightly more personal message. The two roads represent the choices of life. The wrong and right, good and bad. The easy, straight road is not always the right path.
I know it seems incredible for someone as young as me to already have sleeves but…come on! I'm seventeen for one, and my parents are professional tattooist. Damn good ones at that AND are covered in ink as well. I got the sleeves for my sweet sixteen. Dad did momma's crest and picture and vice verse. For my seventeenth birthday, which was like three months ago, they did a back piece, along my spine. It was a list of surnames from my mom's side, in Spanish, starting from the first that entered the states and all the way to Montenegro. There is a free spot, right above my pelvis for the guy I marry and it will be complete. There was also a cluster of stars, trailing dust in their wake, right under my right breast.
Tattoos are addictive, be very careful if you get one people!
Anyways, got waaaaaay sidetracked…
Huffing, I ran a hand through the very shirt dark brown and blonde duo. Shaved on the side, party on top…like an Rihanna cut. Love this cut and it really sorted my personality. Lips pursing, I glanced toward the ceiling fixture in the middle of the room, light reflecting in the chocolaty brown orbs that were my eyes. Excitement was also in their depths, as well as nerviness and confidence. It's odd how you can have one and the other…at the same time.
"Anais!" momma shouted from downstairs.(Pronounced Ann-a-yeast...like the sister from The Amazing World of Gumball. )
"I'm comin'!" I called back, grabbing my bag from the door and skipped down the stairs. At the bottom, by the front door were my parents waiting patiently. "Excited yet?" I wondered, grinning crookedly as dad handed me a jacket. It was red and slightly puffy, ending mid-drift.
"Why would we be excited? It's your last year." dad pointed out with a cocked brow.
"Yes…but then I'm done with school!" I exclaimed, thrusting a hand into the air and bouncing foot to foot.
"Can we just go, I'm starved!" momma pouted.
"Owi, food!" and as if on que, my stomach growled.
"She gets that from you." dad shot momma an accusing glare and she just shrugged, pecked his lips and strutted outside. He turned to watch her, eyeing her rear in the jeans she was wearing and I promptly…gagged in the background. "Girl…" I skirted pass, laughing when he slammed the door to chase after me.
The car was already on and waiting when I reached it, jumping right through the open window. Thank god it was open, could you imagine if it was closed? Humiliating AND painful! Getting settled in the back, a beat filled the cab, from one of my favorite bands. Killswitch Engage. Head bobbing along, I looked out the window as we pulled out the driveway of our home. It was a good size, slightly bigger then the one in America and yet smaller. However that's possible. Who knew being ink artist could allow you to move across the world?
Seek me.
Call me.
I'll be waiting.
Seek me.
Call me.
I'll be waiting.
The world passed us by, streaking in a blur of dull colors and I frowned. You would think Japan wouldn't be so dreary. Maybe it's just me, compared to living in America all my life and the excitable life I had. Heavens know how many stars I actually met because of momma and dad. Of course, I never talked about it with anyone and I mean anyone at school. If someone wanted to befriend me, it would be because of me, not who I knew.
This distance, this dissolution.
I cling to memories while falling.
Sleep brings release, and the hope of a new day.
Waking the misery of being without you.
Surrender, I give in.
Another moment is another eternity.
I thought about my old school with a frown, shaking my head. Did not leave that place with any grace, but with a mother fucking bang! Smirk flittering in place, my eyes became shifty as the images flew back in my head. The slimy green goo that dripped from the ceiling to cover the majority of students. The shrieks of terror and horror. The stuff stained anything, really. I ran, very fast mind you, out that place while laughing my ass off.
(Seek me) For comfort, (Call me) For solace.
(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart.
(Seek me) Completion, (Call me) I'll be waiting.
(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart.
An accomplished feat, I assure you but, those bitches had it coming. They singled me out, as in the students, because of my parents and myself. For my parents professional, what they looked like all tattooed up and ripped clothes. Because I wasn't another bleached blonde, to thin clone like so many others. I liked being different, not just another face in the crowd. Where was the fun in that, really? But really, to dislike someone because of a profession or family...really?
So my family was a bit different, who cares?
You know me, you know me all too well.
My only desire - to bridge our division.
In sorrow I speak your name.
And my voice mirrors my torment.
Glancing up front, I watched them a moment and frowned. Dad was tapping the beat of the song on the steering wheel and singing along, like momma and me. He was a stout man, with board shoulders and a thick chest. His hair was dark brown, shaven close to his head and baby eyes. He had sleeves as well, but also a chest and back piece and separate tats on his cafes. His arms were thick, the man could bench press 350, and usually wore a pissed off look. He usually intimidated anyone that didn't know him.
And then there was momma, reading one of those cooking magazines she was always getting in the mail. The woman could cook a meal so good, make you slap your momma! Well, not my momma…she would knock my ass out before I even got my hand half way into the air but you get the picture. She was tall, like a model but didn't have the physique. Actually, I looked a lot like her, the same curvy but slightly chubby frame, wide hips and ample chest. Biggest difference, besides our height, she had black hair that was cut to layer and frame her face, reaching her shoulder.
When she smiled, it lit the room up and when she laughed, it was hard to not do the same. People said I took after her in that aspect.
(Seek me) For comfort, (Call me) For solace.
(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart.
(Seek me) Completion, (Call me) I'll be waiting.
(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart.
People never gave her or dad a chance, just looked and judged. Stupid really. I suppose that's something you expect, when covered in tattoo's and having prison experience. I have a feeling it won't be any better here then there. Maybe even worse. For me or them, not sure. Maybe I should keep my tat's under wraps, stay covered? Glancing at my uncovered arms, I looked them over with a small smile. No, I have nothing to be ashamed of so I wasn't hiding it.
Am I breathing?
My strength fails me.
Your picture, a bitter memory.
For comfort, for solace.
(Seek me) For comfort, (Call me) For solace.
(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart.
(Seek me) Completion, (Call me) I'll be waiting.
(I'll be waiting) For the end of my broken heart.
The rest of the ride was spent in the same manner as the beginning, singing along to the radio, joking and occasionally eating those mini muffins. The drive wasn't to far actually, maybe twenty minutes. It told momma and dad I could take my own car and check the school out, come home and tell them. They had a meeting with the real-estate people but they insisted on going with. They wanted to check out the school as well. Feel like a freshman year, sitting the back seat and twiddling my thumbs, and waiting to reach the school.
"So...are we there yet?" I blurted, immediately smacking myself. Momma shot me a look and I laughed sheepishly. "Sorry...nervous."
"Why?" she frowned.
"New school." dad answered for me and I nodded in agreement. "Meeting new people…being judged and ridiculed for who she is. Who we all are." glancing in the review mirror, we locked eyes and he smiled softly. "Just like you, Tatiana."
"I don't want this place to be like back home." I muttered, sitting back in the seat to cross my arms and look out the window. No friends, constantly stared at and talked about behind my back. Until I had the reputation of a 'mean girl'. I'm not mean, just gets trying after a while, you know?
"It won't." momma tried to sound positive but I snorted. "Hey…maybe you'll meet Mr. Right, hm?" she teased lightly.
"Unless he is waiting for me, at the schools gates, with a dozen roses and a box of chocolates…don't see that happening anytime soon." I dead panned.
"Well babe, ya know what ya grandma always said-"
"Love comes when you ain't looking for it." I interrupted with a dismissive hand wave. "Bullshit if I ever heard any. Ain't been looking for years and yet, still nothing."
"Maybe you're not looking in the right place." dad offered.
"And where should I look, daddy? Church?" all three of us snorted at the idea. Us, the Montenegro's in church. That'll happen in the not so near feature. Not that we didn't believe in a higher power but we get the same problem, if not worse, in that sort of place. Why do I need a church to pray to god?
"Buck up, kiddo." dad commanded, making my lips twitch as he pulled into a almost dead parking lot. Huh, thought this place had like...two thousand students? Shrugigng the thoughts off, I pushed open the door and stepped out. Waiting for the old folks, I slid my jacket on, stuck my hands in the pockets and looked around. Around the very large, castle like school, was bushes, mowed grass and lush green trees. I could see what I assume was an mini courtyard that had what I also assumed was a garden maze. At least, that's what it looked like. Tall wall-like bush with roses.
"Hm." turning back to the car to see momma and dad just getting out.
Dad glanced over at me with a grin, continuing our previous conversation. "It'll happen and you'll bring a young gentlemen home to meet the folks and I'll threaten to kill him if he ever hurts my baby."
I laughed, momma too, as he pulled me into a hug. "And what if he's old…like sixty?" a brow corked.
"So long as you're happy." he replied with the straightest face ever. How he managed, not sure.
"Ewwwwwww." momma wrinkled her nose, shaking her head at the image. "If you bring home a man that is old enough to be my father, I'll rim ya, girl." she warned.
A grin spread across my face and dad moaned, knowing what was about to happen. "And if he's old enough to be my daddy?" my brows wiggled at the innuendo. I was giving about a half second head start when momma lurched toward me. "Eeep!" with a laugh of glee, I bolted across the parking lot and toward the building. Chuckling, I slowed then stopped and turned vertical to them, waiting for the duo to catch up. Together, we walked around the parking lot and toward the front of the school. There were steps that lead up to the school doors. This really was out of this world.
Surprisingly, there was someone standing at the doors, a blonde someone that looked to be waiting for someone. The first thing that grabbed me about him was the fact that he had a pink bunny in one hand and a...chocolate cake in the other? Wha? It seemed as momma and dad seen it as well, seeing as they both looked at me with a cocked brow. "He's messing the dozen roses." I replied dryly, hearing the unheard comment.
"Maybe he didn't get the memo?" dad supplied "helpfully". Deadpan look in place, I pushed him aside. "Well...he definitely can't be mistaken for 'your daddy'." he then added, with a suggestive grin. Momma snorted while I...well, I hopped on his back, knees locking in place and one arm around his neck. "Forward, mule!" a hand thrust into the air.
"Neeeeey!" "bucking" back, dad began galloping toward the doors. I laughed, hard, but enjoyed the ride. Momma followed, head lowered and grumbled to herself.
Once at the doors, I slid from his back and dusted myself off. Completely calm. Like what happened, did so a lot. Which, if I was truthful, probably did. Then I glanced back at momma to see her progress. "Daddy, go fetch ya blushing bride." I smacked him on the back.
"I'm not a horse!" he threw over his shoulder...as he jogged toward his wife.
"Could've fooled me." I muttered, rolling my eyes and leaning against the wall. I waited, only a minute or so, before they came up to me. Together, we entered the school and made way toward the Chairmans office...as a family or inked circus folks.
"I'm not wearing that uniform." I blurted as soon as the three of us reached outside the school. Momma and dad looked back at me, amused at the admission. I'm sure they knew that was sooooooo a no go. Who in the world, or in the right state of mind, would wear something that hideous? Piss yellow, puffy-princess dress. Just the memory of it has me shivering. "Ugh."
"We figured as much." momma chuckled. There was a bell, ringing throughout the school. The chairman, Mr. Suoh, had said the end of the school was approaching quickly. Suppose that bell signaled it, hm?
"We also figured you could have specific jackets for school and just put the crest on it." dad added, turning to watch curiously as kids streamed from the building. And there was a lot of kids.
"..hell yah I can do that!" I exclaimed, giddy and jumped around. "You guys are the best!" to express just how excited I am, I started doing cartwheels, toward the parking lot.