This is another
combined work... so get ready for another Eleblue Production. Ele
convinced me to write again (although I hadn't stopped writing... I was just
stopping with the whole HV thing) We're still not sure how this is going to
turn out, but we're starting it on the pocket bishonen list.
And newbies out there who aren't familiar with my writing; I tend to swear. I
don't purposely put it in there... but it's just how I talk. Ele's good... she
doesn't swear half as much as me in writing... in fact... I'd say it's a rarity
for her to swear in writing.
Rating? I've given up on rating fics. Decide for yourself.
I own Damian Ishida and all fun stuff associated with the HV gym, Ele owns
everything dealing with the AC gym, and other stuff belongs to other people.
(god, I hate writing disclaimers)
And as always, we love feedback.
The young man's sapphire eyes grew wide as he silently opened the door
to his mother's quarters. The elder blond was holding an ornate wooden box,
examining it as if it would be the last thing she would ever see.
"Blue!" Damian screamed, rushing
toward his mother. The elder shrieked as she dropped the box, it's contents
spilling on the pale carpet beneath her feet. "Have you gone
insane!?!" He screamed, grabbing Blue's wrists, pushing her down on to her
bed.
"I have nothing left." She
sobbed, partially from having Damian discover her trying to end her pathetic
existence, partially from the tight grip he was holding her in.
Growling, Damian pulled his mother from
the bed, dragging her from the room- far away from the ivory handled revolver
that was now lying on the pale carpet of her bedroom. Kareen just stared as she
watched the two exit the gym- Damian mumbling in French to her- most likely he
wanted her to shut the gym down, or something along those lines.
"Kim, stay with my mom, okay."
Damian smiled to the curly haired brunette that was his young wife as he lugged
his guitar case from their apartment, slamming the door behind him as he
finished speaking.
"Yes dear." Kim mumbled back
from the bathroom as she held Christine on the counter.
"Mom, stop it!" Christine whined
as she jerked her head from her mother's grasp. "I don't wanna wear those
if Dad's not home!"
"Christine!" Kim snapped at the
sandy haired girl as she pulled her back to the seat on the counter top.
"You've got to!"
Blue inwardly laughed as she walked toward
the bathroom, hoping to catch a glance of whatever the mother and daughter were
arguing about. Damian had been a little handful, and it was said that children
were ten times worse than their parents…
"I DON'T WANNA WEAR THOSE!"
Christine shrieked, hitting Kim's hand and knocking two little white triangles
to the floor.
Blue really didn't want to impose, but one
of the triangles bounced right under her feet. Smiling, the gym leader bent
down to pick up the triangle, and she was going to hand it back to Christine.
Instead, she examined the triangle a
little closer. It was a fake fang.
"What the hell is this?" Blue
snapped, pointing the fang at Christine as she entered the bathroom with the
mother and daughter.
Kim looked shocked as Blue cornered her
against the toilet. "Her tooth fell out…" Kim smiled, pushing her way
past the gym leader to stand next to the sandy haired girl. "I was just
making sure that she wasn't bleeding or anything."
Blue just glared at the woman, who was
smiling as she stood next to her daughter. "What did you say your maiden
name was again?"
Kim folded her arms as she stared at the
gym leader. "I think you should let us finish getting ready before you
come in the bathroom again. And it's Stevenson, not that it matters
anyway."
"Yeah, sure." Blue grumbled,
pocketing the fake fang before leaving the room.
She couldn't tell Damian. He wouldn't
believe her. Kim Stevenson. Sure, that was a common surname, but the
resemblance to Aisha Stevenson, the imposing doctor of the IBL, was uncanny.
Blue sighed as she sat in her locked room,
staring at the fang Kim had been trying to secure in the child's mouth. Kim was
using him, that fact was certain, but how could she explain this to her son?
Did she even want to upset his happy little world?
Then it hit her. Ele and Hotura. Even
though he had been an ass towards both of them, they would most likely be
willing to help Damian. Smiling, Blue pulled her cell phone from her pocket,
dialing one of the all too familiar numbers.
"Pick up…" Blue whispered as she
listened to the ringing from the other side of the line.
Sighing as she heard the answering service
pick up the line, Blue hung up. Even if Elspeth wasn't picking up the phone,
she would most likely be at the gym.
No she wouldn't. Blue rolled her eyes. How
could she have forgot about the convention? Ele was most likely there.
Then again, Blue should be there too. And
the best part of being created from a psychic type was the wonderful attack
called teleport. Placing the fang and cell phone back in her pockets, Blue
closed her eyes, and in a puff of smoke vanished from the room.
"Kim?" Damian called as he
entered the apartment, soaked from the storm that was raging outside.
"Mom?" He peeked in to the room they had set apart for his mother. No
one was there, not even the baby. Shaking his head, causing the water to fly
from his hair, Damian immediately panicked as he realized he was alone in the
apartment, a slight buzzing nagging the back of his mind.
"Get out of my head!" He
screamed, to what would seem to be no one as he flopped down in a chair holding
his temples. These headaches had become increasingly worse since he met Kim,
but he figured it was because his powers were starting to surge, and maybe he
was going to evolve for the first time in his life. Mateo had never told his
son what evolution felt like, but the headaches had to be part of it, Damian
was sure of that.
Get out of there… Damian shrieked
as he heard the woman's voice from somewhere deep in his mind. It's not
safe…
Closing his eyes and continuing to massage
his temples, Damian decided that he should use his telekinesis for something
other than battling and scaring the hell out of people, so a bottle of vodka
and a glass floated from the kitchen toward him, landing on the coffee table
next to the chair he was sitting in. Slowly, the bottle poured its
contents into the glass, and the blond grabbed his glass, downing the drink.
Whatever was bothering him was nothing a
little alcohol and a night out wouldn't cure. He'd let his wife come home to
the empty house and keep track of his mother. He didn't need to be confined by
either of them any more. He would just get a little buzz, then catch a ride
down to one of the clubs. Hopefully he'd meet some girl, and Kim wouldn't have
to know. He laughed as he poured another glass of vodka. She didn't know about
any of the others. Then again, it wasn't like she was the most faithful of
wives either. He had caught her with his lead guitar player just a month ago.
"God damn gyms..." He growled,
picking up a letter addressed to "D" from the AC gym that had been
sitting in a pile of mail on the table next to him. He violently tore through
the top, seeing just a letter inside. Who would have sent him a letter from AC?
Hotura hated him after he tried to go a little too far, and Kaylin, well, they
just hadn't spoken for a long time.
Hiccuping as he unfolded the letter,
Damian's eyes quickly took in the letter. ...alcohol...yuri...gone... It was
definately from Hotura. Why in God's name would she write to him after all this
time? Didn't she realize that she had broken his heart by turning down his
advances?
Damian folded the letter back up, tucking
it back in its shredded envelope. The nerve of the bishoujo.... Maybe he'd get
an early start on his nightly adventures. No... he needed another glass of
vodka before doing anything else. And you know what? Damian smirked at the
thought. Hotura deserved a reply.
Standing up, and forgetting about his new
glass of alcohol, Damian walked toward the kitchen, letter in hand, searching
for a peice of paper so he could let poor little Hotura know how he felt. He
quickly found some lined paper in a drawer near the telephone, then took it to
the table where he sat, pen in hand, staring blankly at both her letter, and
his own.
Damian reread Hotura's letter, then smiled
as thoughts poured in to his mind, then out through his hand on to the peice of
paper. This was just like writing a song- know the audience and you'll turn out
some great masterpiece. Here's hoping he still knew this audience.
Hotura,
You say you need me.... but what does that mean? It
can't mean the same to both of us, now can it, or we'd be together, wouldn't
we?
I loved you Hotura. You were everything to me, but no.
You couldn't handle the thought of us together. It sickened you to the point of
pushing me away. I know something happened to you as a chibi, God knows it must
have been horrible, because you're screwed up. I'm sorry I had to be so honest,
but I never was one to curb my tongue.
But when I saw us together, it was more than you saw.
You want us to go back to the times when we were 14, and we would go racing off
on your bike, clubbing the night away, not wanting anything more from each
other than the companionship that two friends could offer. Isn't it funny? You
would let me hold on to you when we rode that bike of yours, not once thinking
that someone who didn't respect you so much could be taking advantage of that
situation, yet you couldn't fathom the mere thought of holding hands, let alone
letting me kiss you. And God knows I've yearned to kiss you. (Well, he knows
I've yearned to do more than that, but come on petite, you would die from the
sheer thought of anything more than kissing.)
Now don't you go saying something as stupid as you're
going yuri on me petite. First, you couldn't handle it, with the thought of
being in a physical relationship with anything being so damn repulsive to you
and all, and second, I'd kill myself if I couldn't have you. Yes, you heard
that right. I would go and kill myself because I love you Tura. I'll always
love you.
Petite, you know I'd never be upset with you because
you have a weakness. Hell, I have many weaknesses, and you know them all. And I
am quite sorry to hear about your parents. You probably heard before I did that
Mateo passed on, and my mother's gone crazy because of it. It's just another
thing that we should be supporting each other through.
How sad. I'm supposed to be the only drunk
of the group. And isn't that one of the reasons you found me so repulsive
anyway? But petite, I'm sorry that I drove you to alcohol. It's a demon....
kind of like me. I guess Mom did something right for once, giving me this
hellacious name and all. It's fitting, don't you think?
And you miss me. Heh... how ironic. I've been missing
you too petite. I guess I'll just have to write it on a piece of paper and
stick it in my wallet for a rainy day. "Hotura misses me."
And you should write one too... a little note that you
can keep in your purse, and open up whenever you want to think of what might
have been. Here... I'll save you the trouble:
Damian loves me.
There. Cut that out and keep it. I hope it brings you
comfort on those long, lonely nights petite.
J'adore tu,
Damian Ishida
9B Heighton Terrace Apartments
Heighton, Michigan
USA
There must be another way because I believe
in taking chances.
But who am I to say what a guy is to do?
God, I need some answers