Human Emotion
By: Platinum Prince
Standard Disclaimer:
I have no money and this won't earn me any, So if you're here to sue me you'll be lucky to get a penny. I don't own the characters but I own the story, Please don't steal it or I'll make you sorry.
The electric blue lights shone brightly in a futile effort to mirror the intense passion reflected in those sapphire eyes. The clear crystal mist of dew collected and fell from the corners of those pools of blue, streaking the soft powdery cheeks.
"What a load of bull shit."
My head hurts and I think I just threw my back when I shoved myself away from that garbage I call my work. Trivial emotions blanketed with flowery words and dramatic backgrounds, I'm worse that the sappiest of shojo manga authors.
"How do people read this drivel? Why the hell am I writing this perfumed trashy romance in the first place?"
Taking a deep draw on my cigarette and leaning back into the leather contours of my chair, stress floating off of me like those wispy swirls of smoke from my lips.
"Only one more year until I graduate, then I put this in the dumpster where it belongs."
The words cut into the glowing screen, the only light in the scantily furnished room. There is something to be said about minimalism, but I'm not going to say it. I just despise shopping of any kind. Those words are laughing at me. They are mocking me right now, the starving artist, the poor university student, writing about romance when he's never bothered to fall in love. The closest he's been to a relationship was a childhood case of infatuation. One click of the mouse and the screen goes black, taking those words with it. A smirk of triumph marks my lips as the last breath of smoke dissipates.
"Serves you bastards right, not so high and mighty now are you?"
I'm pathetic. I feel such pride in turning off my laptop? I need to get out and get drunk before I lose my mind.
With more force than necessary I push the chair into place and nearly trip over my own feet in my haste to leave. Jacket in hand keys in my pocket and a new cigarette resting between my lips as the door slams shut. I don't waste time when my mission is to get wasted.
I'm only a few blocks from the local bar scene so I choose to walk, the fact that my car is out of gas has nothing to do with my decision. It's expensive looking and it gets warm bodies into my bed. I'm not looking for that tonight; I just want more alcohol in my veins than blood and a dark corner to observe the crowds. I may not be a people person but I do enjoy laughing at their little escapades. Besides I need to gather inspiration for my next great disaster of literature if it can even be called that.
Pounding noise and chaotic voices are the welcome committee and I'm happy to see a clear space at the corner of the bar. Within moments a glass is in my hand and smoke trails from my breath. No one lives forever but even I must admit this would be classified as unhealthy. It seems I need more to drink in order to drown out that annoying conscience voice I have. Maybe if I drink enough I'll kill the brain cells it lives in.
"I'm pleased to see you alive and well Eiri-san. You've been locked up with your work and classes I hardly see you anymore."
A short and slender body clad in silver leather pants, fur lined black shirt and matching collar. A blonde bombshell with the face of an angel and the mind of a demon known as Tohma Seguchi was standing with a polite smile playing on his cherub features.
"I can't hold a normal job and go to university. The irregular hours suit a writer though, don't you agree? I've grown quite fond of eating over the years so I try to make deadlines. My social life is just a casualty for the sake of art."
I swallow the last of my drink, it burns its way to the pit of my stomach and sends a wave of almost pleasant warmth through my body. Tapping the counter the bartender refills the glass and I toss in my payment for the privilege of poisoning myself in the most pleasant of ways.
"If I didn't know any batter I'd almost think you were unhappy to see me."
"How could I be unhappy? I'm just honored to have the pleasure of Tokyo universities musical genius as my companion on my quest for public drunkenness."
His smile broadened as he turned to order himself a drink. The barkeep turns away only to come back wit a glass filled with ice and a light green liquid, mint leaves decorating the tip of the straw. Tohma could out drink the best of them but hated the taste of hard liquors and beer so he stuck with flavored mixes like his current favorite, the Diablo Menthe. I on the other hand didn't turn to alcohol for the taste. Make it hard and drink it fast, I'd like to arrive at oblivion sooner rather than latter. I'm not one to procrastinate after all.
"You will be able to spare a few hours and attend the spring festival with me won't you though Eiri-san? "
I know I look hard and cold, I can feel my face stiffen and my eyes narrow out of habit. He's used to my frigid demeanor though. Actually if I'm not mistaken he was the one to start that nick name that has followed me around for years. Maybe I really am the ice prince.
"The crowds smother me, the noise grates on my nerves, and the colors and flowers cramp my style. Why don't you have your cousin or one of your fans accompany you? "
"Don't be like that. You loved the festival when you were younger. Do you really hate me that much Eiri-san that you wouldn't spend a few hours with me. I'm even paying for the games and food."
"I'll go."
"I knew you'd come around. I'd best get back to my companions before they come looking for me. I know you don't want the extra company though I think you are going to regret your indulgences tomorrow."
I growled like the beast I am and he smiled politely and walked back into the crowd in which he came. I downed my drink and what was left of his before stalking out of the club. I wasn't in the mood for such a lively scene anymore and I have enough alcohol to kill off any real intelligence I might have.
Stumbling and swaying slightly I made it up the stairs to my apartment. The keys fumbled in my hand and I uttered things best not repeated in polite company. Falling through the doorway I made my way to my bed and collapsed with open arms into my mistresses arms, the over stuffed pillow. Within moments I could feel the touches of Morpheus bid reality away and replace it with the blissful oblivion of dreamless sleep.
Please tell me what you think. I welcome compliments to feed my already overblown ego, insults and criticism to fuel my desire for improvement, suggestions to frame the story. A lot of the plot is up in the air so if there is something you want to see, ask for it. If I see there is an audience to appease I'll make an extra effort to update regularly and often.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to get back to one of my other obsessions...
By: Platinum Prince
Standard Disclaimer:
I have no money and this won't earn me any, So if you're here to sue me you'll be lucky to get a penny. I don't own the characters but I own the story, Please don't steal it or I'll make you sorry.
The electric blue lights shone brightly in a futile effort to mirror the intense passion reflected in those sapphire eyes. The clear crystal mist of dew collected and fell from the corners of those pools of blue, streaking the soft powdery cheeks.
"What a load of bull shit."
My head hurts and I think I just threw my back when I shoved myself away from that garbage I call my work. Trivial emotions blanketed with flowery words and dramatic backgrounds, I'm worse that the sappiest of shojo manga authors.
"How do people read this drivel? Why the hell am I writing this perfumed trashy romance in the first place?"
Taking a deep draw on my cigarette and leaning back into the leather contours of my chair, stress floating off of me like those wispy swirls of smoke from my lips.
"Only one more year until I graduate, then I put this in the dumpster where it belongs."
The words cut into the glowing screen, the only light in the scantily furnished room. There is something to be said about minimalism, but I'm not going to say it. I just despise shopping of any kind. Those words are laughing at me. They are mocking me right now, the starving artist, the poor university student, writing about romance when he's never bothered to fall in love. The closest he's been to a relationship was a childhood case of infatuation. One click of the mouse and the screen goes black, taking those words with it. A smirk of triumph marks my lips as the last breath of smoke dissipates.
"Serves you bastards right, not so high and mighty now are you?"
I'm pathetic. I feel such pride in turning off my laptop? I need to get out and get drunk before I lose my mind.
With more force than necessary I push the chair into place and nearly trip over my own feet in my haste to leave. Jacket in hand keys in my pocket and a new cigarette resting between my lips as the door slams shut. I don't waste time when my mission is to get wasted.
I'm only a few blocks from the local bar scene so I choose to walk, the fact that my car is out of gas has nothing to do with my decision. It's expensive looking and it gets warm bodies into my bed. I'm not looking for that tonight; I just want more alcohol in my veins than blood and a dark corner to observe the crowds. I may not be a people person but I do enjoy laughing at their little escapades. Besides I need to gather inspiration for my next great disaster of literature if it can even be called that.
Pounding noise and chaotic voices are the welcome committee and I'm happy to see a clear space at the corner of the bar. Within moments a glass is in my hand and smoke trails from my breath. No one lives forever but even I must admit this would be classified as unhealthy. It seems I need more to drink in order to drown out that annoying conscience voice I have. Maybe if I drink enough I'll kill the brain cells it lives in.
"I'm pleased to see you alive and well Eiri-san. You've been locked up with your work and classes I hardly see you anymore."
A short and slender body clad in silver leather pants, fur lined black shirt and matching collar. A blonde bombshell with the face of an angel and the mind of a demon known as Tohma Seguchi was standing with a polite smile playing on his cherub features.
"I can't hold a normal job and go to university. The irregular hours suit a writer though, don't you agree? I've grown quite fond of eating over the years so I try to make deadlines. My social life is just a casualty for the sake of art."
I swallow the last of my drink, it burns its way to the pit of my stomach and sends a wave of almost pleasant warmth through my body. Tapping the counter the bartender refills the glass and I toss in my payment for the privilege of poisoning myself in the most pleasant of ways.
"If I didn't know any batter I'd almost think you were unhappy to see me."
"How could I be unhappy? I'm just honored to have the pleasure of Tokyo universities musical genius as my companion on my quest for public drunkenness."
His smile broadened as he turned to order himself a drink. The barkeep turns away only to come back wit a glass filled with ice and a light green liquid, mint leaves decorating the tip of the straw. Tohma could out drink the best of them but hated the taste of hard liquors and beer so he stuck with flavored mixes like his current favorite, the Diablo Menthe. I on the other hand didn't turn to alcohol for the taste. Make it hard and drink it fast, I'd like to arrive at oblivion sooner rather than latter. I'm not one to procrastinate after all.
"You will be able to spare a few hours and attend the spring festival with me won't you though Eiri-san? "
I know I look hard and cold, I can feel my face stiffen and my eyes narrow out of habit. He's used to my frigid demeanor though. Actually if I'm not mistaken he was the one to start that nick name that has followed me around for years. Maybe I really am the ice prince.
"The crowds smother me, the noise grates on my nerves, and the colors and flowers cramp my style. Why don't you have your cousin or one of your fans accompany you? "
"Don't be like that. You loved the festival when you were younger. Do you really hate me that much Eiri-san that you wouldn't spend a few hours with me. I'm even paying for the games and food."
"I'll go."
"I knew you'd come around. I'd best get back to my companions before they come looking for me. I know you don't want the extra company though I think you are going to regret your indulgences tomorrow."
I growled like the beast I am and he smiled politely and walked back into the crowd in which he came. I downed my drink and what was left of his before stalking out of the club. I wasn't in the mood for such a lively scene anymore and I have enough alcohol to kill off any real intelligence I might have.
Stumbling and swaying slightly I made it up the stairs to my apartment. The keys fumbled in my hand and I uttered things best not repeated in polite company. Falling through the doorway I made my way to my bed and collapsed with open arms into my mistresses arms, the over stuffed pillow. Within moments I could feel the touches of Morpheus bid reality away and replace it with the blissful oblivion of dreamless sleep.
Please tell me what you think. I welcome compliments to feed my already overblown ego, insults and criticism to fuel my desire for improvement, suggestions to frame the story. A lot of the plot is up in the air so if there is something you want to see, ask for it. If I see there is an audience to appease I'll make an extra effort to update regularly and often.
Now if you'll excuse me I have to get back to one of my other obsessions...