You Are Golden
By: CreepyCoat
SYNOPSIS
Justin Law is a transfer student living at Kid's house for the year. Kid is dating Crona but Justin is determined to break up the couple. Will it pan out how he thinks or will the outcome surprise and change the lives of all involved?
Chapter 1 edited as of August 2016. (Some sentence structure and grammar fixed.)
(Completely Rewritten Chapter 1 while retaining the original story)
Authors note: This story was originally abandoned but I'm back!
Rare pair – Crona x Kid x Justin
Tags: *Slice of Life* *AU* *Aged up – College* *Swearing*
*Liz & Patty – Some elements of SoulEaterNot relating to their characters.*
*Hints of Soul x Maka* *Mentions of Homophobia*
*Manga version Justin rather than anime -In the Anime Justin was very polite/good guy but in the manga he essentially goes to the dark side, i.e madness/sadistic/obsessive traits. I try to encompass both sides of him in this story, the good and the bad*
*First Person story (Why I wrote 1st person I'll never know)*
DISCLAIMER: Soul Eater belongs to Atsushi Ōkubo.
A/N Original Chapters 1-5 merged as a unified chapter 1
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Chapter 1
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The sun streamed its rays through my curtains; scorching my eyes under my eyelids like two egg whites in a frying pan. This wasn't the reason I'd woke; my father's loud voice was booming from the hallway. I grumbled and shuffled out from under my warm duvet covers. Placing one foot on the floor and the other following swiftly with an accurate 1 inch distance between the two, I stumbled sleepily out of bed.
1 is a perfect number. It can be spilt perfectly in half horizontally and vertically.
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bacey!" My father appeared at my bedroom door, peeping in.
I swore I had locked that door last night. I frowned, sleep wrinkles creasing my face, "Good morning Father."
"Did you sleep well?"
I didn't bother to grace him with an answer. That could do for later when I'd woken up properly. I noted that my Father sounded happy. I say sounded, for my father's face was awkwardly stuck in a neutral expression. It was difficult to decipher his true feelings from his facial features alone. I sometimes thought of the skin of his face as a frozen mask. He had suffered a stroke years ago. After countless sessions of therapy he was able to talk again but the muscles in his face had never fully recovered. His appearance could be frightening to others, stony and unchanging. I believed this was why he put so much emphasis into his tone, which was always bubbly. He was also very expressionate with his body language incorporating wild and funny gestures.
"I've got news for you Kid!" He extended his bony white hands in excitement, "Come meet me in my study when you're ready!" His voice floated away down the hall as he called out a final, "Love you Kid~"
I sighed and rolled my eyes. It was too early for some mystery surprise. I headed into my ensuite, relieving my bladder while glaring at the mirror from my seat. I dreaded seeing my own reflection. Why did I torture myself every morning? Oh right, because if I actually wanted to make it to college on time, and look presentable I'd have to face my inner demon: my OCD. It was triggered by anything asymmetrical. This happened to be my hair.
My eyes were closed as I leaned into the mirror, holding my breath. My hands gripped the bathroom worktop, knuckles bone white. I mentally prepped myself. Education is important. Being able to see your friends is also important and to be able to do those things, you have to look presentable, so this is a necessary evil. Time to face the demon: bed hair. I opened my eyes, not yet meeting my reflection instead searching for my weapons of choice against unruly locks: my hairbrush and comb. Squeezing them in my palms, I murmured to myself, I can do this. I locked eyes with my reflection.
Streets away, birds took off in panicked flight as a loud wailing shook the very contours of the surrounding buildings.
After spending a torturous hour attempting to fix the symmetrical suicide that was my hair, I gave up. I had brushed and styled it to the best of my ability but it was a hopeless case. Why? Well, my hair was jet black in colour apart from 3 nature-defying white stripes that only occurred on one side of my head. Leaving me perpetually unbalanced. No amount of hair dye would conceal them. Many failed attempts left me hunched in the bathtub surrounded by inky black dye stains on my skin, the tiles and somehow the toilet. Yet the 3 stripes would remain as pristine and white as ever, gleaming triumphantly upon my head.
An audible and annoying beeping demanded my attention from my bedroom. I skulked towards the source, my mood less than good. My phone vibrated beseechingly on the bed night stand. I fumbled with it in my hand, pushing random buttons to end its incessant buzzing. Several notifications popped up on the screen. I read the names aloud under my breath. Just great, my friends were blowing up my phone. I skimmed through the contents.
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*8:22AM Message Received: From Liz:*
Are you all right Kid? Tb tb xxx
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*8:23AM Message Received From: PattyisLIEKsoKEWL*
Is that u screeming Kid boi?
I culd hear something wailin all deh way frm my house lah!
:O :0 XD
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I glared at the screen, specifically at Patty's contact name. When did she steal my phone!? I scrolled into contacts, editing her name back to normal. Honestly, I'd have to change my password, again, for the 40th time. I debated whether or not to reply or pretend I hadn't seen the texts. Fuck it. I typed out a response.
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*8:25AM Composing New Message:*
Just another bad hair day, girls.
Also Patty, proper English is key for communication.
Anyway I'll see you both later at college.
Father is up to his usual antics, save me.
*(Sending msg to 2 persons, continue?) *
I promptly hit send.
*MESSAGE SENT!*
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*8:29AM Message Received From Patty:*
:P NO! B)
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*8:32AM Message Received From Liz:*
See you Later and Good Luck with your Dad lol xxx
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Unwillingly I headed down to my Father's study. It was located downstairs at the front of the house next to the living room. I knocked once before entering, just to be proper. Not because it was needed, my relationship with my father wasn't formal like that.
The study was cosy and professional. Its walls laden with book shelves cradling novels, their spines a myriad of colours. My father sat comfortably behind his wooden desk, his posture relaxed and easy. If his avid hand gestures where anything to go by, I had to assume he was talking to someone or maybe himself? He was eccentric enough to do that.
"Ah Kid! There you are!" Father jumped up excitedly from behind the desk and enveloped me in a huge hug.
I returned it with one arm, using the other to pat his back stiffly. Wishing it would end soon. Did he really need to be so affectionate all the time? I pulled back from him as he gestured to the leather armchair facing his desk. I complied, sitting down, crossing my legs and arms, not looking the slightest bit interested in whatever he could possibly have to say. That was when I noticed what sounded like approaching footsteps and a low noise, music perhaps? I pulled a confused face and looked to Father for some explanation. He simply clapped his hands together in what I assumed was happy anticipation, his face still frozen and devoid of expression.
The study door opened and there stood the most perfect symmetrical boy I had ever seen. Earphones in, his blue eyes glanced over the study. I felt my heart stop. Never before had I seen such a beautiful person. Was it normal to be completely awestruck by a stranger?
Father gestured animatedly towards the new boy, "Kid, this is Justin Law. He is a transfer student and since our manor has plenty of spare rooms, Justin will be living with us for the year that he is here. "
"Mmm," I didn't care to listen to whatever my Father was blathering about. My senses were absorbed in drinking in everything about this golden haired embodiment of perfection. His eyes were so blue; they blinked and locked with mine. I couldn't look away. I didn't want to. For a moment his gaze just held me there, the rest of the world melted away and I felt my face blush intensely. He arched one eyebrow that must have been carved by God for there wasn't a hair out of line.
"Death the Kid, son~?" The connection between our eyes was rudely broken as my Father shook me slightly.
"Waht?" I said stupidly. God I could shoot myself.
"Are you feeling alright? Your face is all red?" He clapped a bony hand to my forehead and I metaphorically died from embarrassment.
I'd shoot my Father, I decided.
Reassuring him that I was fine, he then repeated his introduction. All I took away from his speech was the golden haired boy's name and it sounded truly glorious, Justin Law. It was then that I realised that this whole time Justin still had his earphones in and if I could hear the song, (some song I didn't recognise), from where I was standing, this boy was going to be painfully deaf.
"It's quite rude that he still has his earphones in," I stated fully confident that he couldn't hear me.
"I read lips." The voice was smooth and melodic. It sliced the air in the room and left my ears tingling. He stepped forward his hand extended. I uncrossed my legs slowly, and stood to properly greet him. He was significantly taller than me and I liked that fact. He took my hand firmly in his and we shook. I marvelled at his round perfect nails, like miniature crescent moons.
"Justin Law," his lips curved around the syllables.
"Death the Kid."
Aware that my Father was watching and that we were still holding hands after an inordinate amount of time, I tried to withdraw from the handshake. He somewhat reluctantly let go. Despite my attempts to keep my face neutral, I pouted slightly as the warmth of his skin left mine. I noted a strange sensation in my palm, almost like sparks of electricity running to the tips of my fingers. I flexed my hand in wonder. He chuckled softly noting my expression and I tried my best to hide my embarrassment.
He moved away easily like flowing water towards the light streaming in through the study window. I watched him go, my gaze centred on him. My eyes ran the length of his body, along the curve in his spine and across his broad shoulders. I admired his attire, he was smartly dressed in black trousers and a white button up shirt, a black silk scarf wrapped elegantly around his neck.
"Kid, you and Justin are going to be late for college. Make sure you take him in your car," Father said tossing over the keys. I barely caught them, my attention more importantly focused on someone else.
I looked back to Justin; he was staring absently out the window at the grounds and garden. I wanted to know what he was thinking but didn't ask. I watched the light catch his golden hair, the strands glimmering. As taken as I was by the beautiful sight before me, I knew we were going to be late. Waving my hand and jingling the keys I tried to catch his attention. It didn't do the trick. The music buzzing from his ears was evident as to why.
Father clamped a bony hand on his shoulder and Justin jumped back to attention.
I jingled the keys again to signal, 'car now, lets go.'
He smiled in understanding, a twinkle in his beautiful eyes as he followed me out of the study.
I nervously led the way through the lower floor of the house, heading to the front door. I was very aware that Justin was only so many steps behind me and that his eyes hadn't left my back. I could feel the hairs standing on the nape of my neck as though there was electricity in the air. I stopped just outside the coat closet before the front door. I turned to face him. We were alone now but I couldn't think of anything to say. I would have been happy to just stare at him forever. Instead I forced myself to reach into the closet, locating my boots for outdoors. I then noticed a foreign pair of shoes. Using my intuition I assumed they were Justin's and feeling helpful, I lifted them out for him. He gave me a quirk of his lips which I took was meant to be a thank you. We changed into our footwear in companionable silence.
Outside the air was chilly and I instantly regretted not grabbing a coat. Justin seemed unaffected or maybe he was just good at hiding it. The car was parked just around the side of the manor. The trees swayed with the nippy breeze, their tips growing auburn. Settled around their roots were clusters of leaves, bronze and amber in tones. Absently I wondered if I should bother to rake them into neat piles. It would certainly help the look of the grounds, which had become a little unmaintained lately.
I slowly approached my car, an expensive black BMW resting next to a large alcove of trees and bushes. I unexpectedly felt conscious about owning such a flash car. I couldn't and shouldn't judge Justin's family's economic income based on his appearance alone but in that moment I worried he would think that I was spoilt. His attire suggested he wasn't poor but I really shouldn't make assumptions. My own family was well off but I wouldn't go as far as to say that we were wealthy either.
Justin stopped expectantly beside the front passenger door. He looked the car over once but didn't make a comment. I couldn't tell whether that meant he was used to expensive cars or was currently thinking I was a spoilt shit. I lifted my keys to unlock the car before I was hit by an unfortunate thought.
"You wouldn't mind sitting in the back?" I asked hesitantly, immediately feeling like a jerk.
"..." he gave me a sceptical look.
"It's just I'm picking up someone important along the way."
Justin looked at me questioningly before he sighed and slid into the back seat.
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The car journey was awkward and silent. Well silent except for Justin's music. Enclosed in the small space of the car I could hear every beat and lyric with clarity. I noted the bud was shaped like a small skull embedded in his ear. So we had similar taste… I also had a skull pendant clipped onto my tie but refrained from commenting, feeling unable to. I nervously tapped a random beat on the steering wheel. Perhaps this awkwardness was my fault. It had been rather rude of me, metaphorically kicking him to the backseat. I hoped my Father hadn't been watching from the window or I'd never hear the end of it. I tried to convince myself that I had a good reason for doing it, tried being the key word.
The neighbourhood houses began to deteriorate in appearance, the scenery switching from rich and vibrant greens to cold grey. At last I saw a shabby house upon a small hill. A shiver ran down my spine; there was something creepy or unnatural about the hilltop. The trees were black, skeletal and devoid of leaves. The grass was dying, marshy and uninviting. It looked the perfect place for a horror movie to take place with zombies and ghosts.
I parked the car just at the bottom of the hill and honked the horn. It would take an emergency situation to get me to actually go up there. From the rear-view mirror in my car, I could see Justin stare at the house, curiosity written all over his face.
From atop the hill, the shabby house opened its wooden mouth groaning and creaking. A thin boy clad in a black dress tumbled out of its maw, clutching his bag close to his chest. He hurried down the hillside; the wind forcefully bashing about his pink hair.
A content smile tugged at my lips just as the boy arrived at my car. He clambered into the front seat and flashed me a nervous smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. His hair was windblown and his face was rosy from running. He looked so cute. I promptly leant in and pressed my lips to his exposed forehead. He gasped and his eyes widened. I didn't notice Justin stiffen in the back, his face contorted.
"W-w-what was that for?"
"Do I really need a reason to kiss my own boyfriend?" I teased, watching his face blush as he pouted.
At the word – boyfriend- Justin tensed and clenched his fists. "Ahem," he coughed.
"Oh how rude of me, allow me to perform the necessary introductions," I gestured to the new arrival beside me in the passenger seat, "Justin Law meet my boyfriend, Crona Makenshi." Then I gestured to the angry looking boy in the back seat, "Crona meet Justin Law."
Justin's face darkened again at the trigger word –boyfriend- and Crona became nervous fiddling with his seatbelt, failing at belting himself in.
I was a little perturbed by Justin's sudden hostility but I tried to continue my introduction, "Justin is a transfer student so he'll be living at mine," I said to Crona.
Crona being the polite person he is, extended his hand for a handshake but Justin ignored it, instead returning the gesture with a death glare, his blue eyes flickering with steely anger. Crona pull back and trembled slightly under the glare. He hugged his arms around his bag, whispering to me under his breath "I don't understand, what did I do?"
I shook my head slightly as I tried to discretely dart my eyes to the irritated boy sitting just behind us. I didn't know what to tell Crona. I had an inkling of why Justin could be behaving this way but I didn't want to confront him about the issue in such an enclosed space. Instead I tried to non-verbally reassure Crona, I placed my hand on his upper arm, squeezing slightly and I felt a little calmer myself. Crona had a way of grounding me. I pulled the seat belt around him, securing it easy. He gave me a thankful smile in return. I patted his arm once for finality.
I started back up the engine as I looked out the back window to check for cars, I threw a disapproving frown at Justin. He merely smiled nonchalantly and then coolly stared out the window. I shook my head and pulled out from the small hill top, inching back out onto the road. If I had thought it felt awkward in the car before, well then this was a whole new level of uncomfortable. Justin seemed to be emanating a dark angry aura and I knew it was aimed at Crona.
Crona was huddled into himself a sense of depression and anxiety weaving over him. To say those two hadn't hit it off would be an understatement. I hoped this kind of scenario wasn't going to be a permanent situation. Otherwise Justin could walk to college. Ugh my Father would disagree vehemently with that.
I kept one eye on the road as I glanced over at Crona, huddled up in the passenger seat. I confess that sometimes I found it rather difficult to look at him. His whole look, screamed unsymmetrical! Specifically the choppy layers in his hair, those were insanely uneven. The desire to secretly cut his hair into a neat pink bob could be overwhelming at times. However at the same time I knew it was good for me to be with him. Each day that I resisted the urge to shave him bald, I grew slightly better at tolerating my OCD. It was like exposure therapy. That and well, I liked Crona. I thought he was pretty and I got butterflies in my tummy when I saw him. Not to mention that we were dating, for just over half a year now.
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Liz and Patty were waiting for us in the College parking lot. The two girls were known as the infamous Thompson sisters and also my best friends. They had a bad reputation from their involvement in petty crimes when they were younger but they had mellowed out considerably now that they were older. In saying that they still had a badass vibe and a, 'you better not mess with us attitude'. The two were sisters yet they looked completely different. Liz was tall and slim with long brown hair whereas Patty was small and petite with short fluffy blonde hair.
Patty was lying stretched out on the hood of their blue Ford truck, her arms crossed lazily behind her head. Liz leaned coolly against it, her elbows resting on the hood as she stretched out her long legs. The two of them looked the picture of confidence wearing matching crop tops, jeans and sunglasses, even though it wasn't particularly bright out.
"KID!~"
Upon stepping outside my car I was tackled by the two girls and engulfed in a combined hug. They let go once they noticed the new guy -Justin- hop out the back of my car.
"Oh Yum! Who's that golden piece of candy, Kid?" Liz asked leaning seductively on the hood of my car.
"Candy!? Where?" Patty giggled, her hands cupped around her eyes, pretending she had binoculars.
Justin, the centre of this candy crazed talk seemed oblivious. Must be the earphones. Perhaps I should invest in a pair for myself. I turned to Justin and introduced him to Liz 'n' Patty. He gave them a sultry nod.
"Oooh~" Liz cooed overdramatically, her eyes replaced with two pink hearts.
"Are you the candy man?" Patty asked excitedly.
Justin ignored her question.
I turned to Crona and interlaced our hands despite his protests. He often felt uncomfortable and afraid of how the public would respond to two boys holding hands. I however refused to hide our relationship. The public could kiss my symmetrical ass! We walked hand in hand towards the College building with Justin, Liz 'n' Patty following behind us.
The college was a relatively new build and very modern in style. Its structure slotted together like a jumble of white and glass lego bricks. I was just admiring its unique architecture when-
-an unexpected force ripped Crona's hand from mine and knocked him SMACK into the pavement. The force caused me to stumble a little and was so sudden that I needed a moment to collect myself. What had just happened? I looked back to the others for some sort of explanation. The girls stood stock still, looking shocked. Justin had disappeared?
Crona made a distressed sound alerting me to his slumped form on the ground. I hurriedly dropped down beside him and tried to help him up, hauling him in my arms. Bewildered I looked up at the girls and asked, "Just what the hell happened?"
Patty looked dumbstruck and Liz was pointing to somewhere ahead of me. I looked to where she pointed, my hands still clutching Crona to my chest. I could hear him sniffling.
Justin stood there, just a bit ahead of us, the college building looming and dominating behind him. A wicked smile wrecked the symmetry of his face warping it to something almost ugly.
Patty started yelling, "What the hell!?" She looked at Justin, accusation building in her voice, "You pushed Crona!"
I couldn't believe it. I looked at Justin with shock slapped all over my face.
Justin neither denied nor confirmed the accusation. He just cocked his head to the side, amusement written in the languid way he held his body. He was the picture of ease as though he had gotten enjoyment from hurting someone.
"I saw it too," Liz said her voice riddled with disbelief, "You did… you shoved him."
Patty began marching, her tiny frame menacing. Every step she took, she slammed her feet harder into the pavement. I swore there would be foot prints left afterwards. She meant business; no one messed with her friends.
Justin smirked at her, not intimidated at all.
I thought to myself, you really should be. Patty might only be 5ft3 but she will beat the life out of you. Normally Patty was childlike and happy-go-lucky but once you crossed her, she instantly flipped and became terrifying. It was like she reverted back to her days as a petty criminal.
Liz rushed over to Patty, tugging on the back of her crop top, attempting to pull her off the war path. Liz was always very protective of her younger sister and had her best interests at heart. She was motherly, caring and sensible. Distantly I heard her say something about how Patty couldn't afford to get suspended again.
Crona was clutching my shirt and crying. I asked him if he was alright. He buried his forehead into my chest so I couldn't see his face. I gently cupped his chin to steer his face so I could examine him properly. His lip was bleeding from where he had face-planted the rough pavement and tears were rolling lopsidedly down his face. Gravel was embedded in his chin. I gingerly tried to remove a piece but Crona flinched away from me. The initial shock I had experienced wore off and was promptly replaced with rage, "I'll kill that bastard!"
"N-n-no d-don't," Crona placed his hands on my back, gripping tighter into my black jacket. I think he was trying to placate me. His eyes were watery and filled with tears he was trying to hold back. He sniffed and in an attempt to be strong he said, "It was just an acc-accident."
"No it wasn't Crona, we saw everything!" Liz shouted from where she was struggling to restrain Patty.
"I'll crack you open Candy Man and I'll eat your candy guts!" Patty screeched full of murderous intent.
Liz had her arms wrapped around Patty's waist and despite their size difference; Patty was managing to slowly drag Liz along with her. Liz had dug her heels into the gravel and there were two long scars marking the impressive distance managed. The sight of the two of them struggling would have been comical had I not been so angry.
Justin was nowhere to be seen. At some point he'd gone. I reasoned that Patty had managed to frighten him off after all and that he must have sought sanctuary in college. More likely he had just sauntered off, laughing to himself. This sadistic side of him was baffling and so different to the polite young man I had been introduced to in the study. Which was the real side?
Crona was still very upset, "N-no Patty! Please I don't want you to get in trouble for me!" He started wiggling in my arms; I tried to hold him still, "Crona, Crona it's ok, she won't," I tried to reassure him.
"No, l-let me go, p-please Kid," he fixed me with a desperate look that I couldn't refuse. I did as he asked, my arms falling limp at my side. He staggered to his feet, blood and tears still smeared horrendously over his face. I rose up after him, my arms hovering in the air. I wanted to reach out and steady him as I was afraid he'd keel over. He saw the concern in my eyes and he bit his lip to stop himself from crying. He clenched his fists at his side, his eyes downcast, "I-I'm fine," he bit out.
"Crona..." My hand was mere centimetres from his arm. I needed to touch him to offer some reassurance. I couldn't stand to see him upset.
He twisted away awkwardly, his head still downcast, "I-I said I'm fine!" He said with so much force that I immediately recoiled and stumbled back a step.
Without looking at me, Crona snatched up his fallen bag, clutching it like a lifeline to his chest and ran madly into the glass teeth of the college building.
He left me there standing alone with a broken expression on my face. I felt heavy and like I needed to lie down and never get up again.
Liz appeared at my side wrapping an arm around my shoulder. Her presence was instantly assuring. She offered me a sympathetic smile, strands of her soft hair brushing along my cheek.
I wasn't alone.
Patty showed up at my other side and bumped her hip lightly against mine, "I'm still cross," she huffed with a pout on her face, "and I really want candy now."
I had my friends.
The three of us stood and faced the college building; it brooded over us, its glass windows glinted menacingly. It was safe to say that I was no longer in the mood for education.
"Come on," Liz said nudging me gently, "class starts in five."
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In class I anxiously scanned the rows of students looking for a glimpse of pink hair to no avail. Had he ditched class? I felt uneasy sat at my desk. I shouldn't be here; I should be looking for Crona. This was pointless; I couldn't even concentrate on Professor Stein's usually invigorating lesson. My brain was swamped with thoughts of Crona and Justin. Why did he attack my boyfriend? Was Justin homophobic? Oh God I felt sick. If I hadn't of forced Crona to hold my hand would any of this have happened?
Finally the bell that signalled the end of the lesson rang. I headed outside the college, to the small garden on the grounds. Students milled about with text books and backpacks. I sat on a little wooden bench facing the smokers section and used my phone to call Crona.
I reached his answering machine again. Feeling reluctant to leave a 6th voicemail I hung up. Sighing miserably, I watched a smoker take a deep draw from her cigarette and then exhale. The smoke danced in the air, tantalizing and ethereal before it faded away. I didn't smoke but for a moment I envied her calmness. Right now I wished I had something that could fix my unsettled nerves.
My phone vibrated in my pocket.
I checked the screen, relief washing over me when I saw the name tag: Crona. I hurriedly opened the message.
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*11:04AM MESSAGE RECEIVED FROM: CRONA*
Don't worry about me. I saw the nurse and she sent me home. My Mother picked me up already so everything is okay.
I'll see you later. X
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I slammed my phone down on to the bench, "How can I not worry about you!" I cursed out loud.
A couple of students looked over at me oddly, whispering to each other as they hurried away. Just great, soon I would make a name for myself as the guy who talks to himself. I sheepishly pretended to fiddle with my phone in a vain attempt to save face.
My thoughts quickly returned to Crona. I couldn't believe he had gone home early with his Mother. She was evil incarnate! For starters her name was Medusa! Who actually named their child after a mythical monster!? Abusive parents do! And guess what? Those parents had passed on that trait because Medusa was definitely abusive. Unfortunately Crona was very defensive of his Mother. I blamed that bond they call unconditional love between a parent and child. Otherwise I would have convinced him to report her to social services ages ago!
I hammered out a lengthy text to Crona. One that was full of all my concerns and worries for him. Then I deleted it. I typed out a second attempt; it was more causal with a hint of concern. I deleted it too. Fuck, I was struggling; it was too difficult to express how you felt through text! I needed to talk face to face. I thwacked out a quick, talk to you later and hit sent. I instantly felt guilty that I hadn't even asked if he was alright.
*BRRRING*
The bell signalling the start of the next class bellowed obnoxiously. I reluctantly vacated my bench and headed to boredom. I wanted nothing more than to just go home.
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I leaned up against my car, my arms folded across my chest. Finally the college day was over, time to head the hell home. With no Crona to pick up, I was only waiting for one person: Justin Law. At the thought of the culprit who more or less attacked my boyfriend, I instantly felt irate. Fuck that bastard! He was the reason all this shit was happening. If Justin wanted to cause drama and hurt the people I cared about, then he could walk home! I furiously crammed myself into the driver's seat and slammed the car door shut. I muttered an apology to my car; feeling bad for mistreating it. The engine purred into life and I sped down the road. God save any old ladies who should step out in front of my car for I was not stopping for anything today!
The car sped along the country roads to my home; it was a little way out from the centre of civilization. The area was filled with lush green fields and farm animals. It had a nice feel compared to the monochrome static of the city. The further away from the College I travelled, the better I felt. As I reached the lane to my house the trees became more compact and rose up together on either side of the lane. Their branches met in an arch in the centre, like fingertips barely grazing each other. I felt safe inside its palms; it had a magic sensation, like I was entering another world, secret to the outside.
The trees broke into a clearing and there stood the Manor. Its red bricks were warm, welcoming and magnificent in contrast to the green landscape. It had been built sometime during the Georgian Period and a lot of work had gone into ensuring its history and architecture was preserved and not lost with time. I admit I often felt lucky and privileged to be able to live in such a house. In its heyday the Manor would have hosted grand parties, balls and banquets for all of the wealthy upper class citizens of the town. I admit a small dream of mine was to host a grand ball of my own, maybe one day.
I parked the car just behind the Manor under the canopy of trees. The fresh country air delighted my senses and playfully tousled my hair. I pandered decorously to the Manor, taking my time, enjoying the familiar homely surroundings. As I approached the white stone steps to the front door, I sensed a change in the air. It was difficult to describe but I got the feeling that there was electricity in the atmosphere. I looked up at the sky expecting to see heavy black clouds foretelling a lighting storm. Yet it was devoid of any clouds; instead the sun was setting, bleeding a brilliant red.
I unlocked the front door to a seemingly quiet house and climbed the staircase up to my room. I had just reached the top of the stairs when I stopped mid-step. I was horribly taken aback. There standing nonchalantly in the narrow hallway outside my room was Justin. My mind imploded from the incredulousness at his appearance. I had purposely left him behind at the college so how in God's name had he gotten home before me!?
He chuckled at my expression, "You look like you've seen a ghost."
I was dumbfounded and looked around myself in disbelief, "How did you get here?" I shook my head and pointed at him, "And you got here before me?"
"Some nice blondie with pigtails gave me a lift. Said she was a friend of yours called Maka? Wait Macy. No it was definitely Mack."
I questioned this boy's mental capability, would a girl really be called Mack?
"I think you were right the first time. Most likely, judging by your description, Maka gave you a lift," I explained to him and mostly myself.
It made sense now; Maka drove like a racehorse on meth! She even managed to beat me back to my own house. Had she driven through the fields again rather than along the winding roads? I wouldn't put it past her. Maka did parkour for a hobby and employed the rule of travelling as the crow flies to everything. I would have to ask Father to apologize to the poor neighbouring farmers on her behalf. I hope she didn't destroy any fences and let loose the sheep again like last time. Memories of hundreds of sheep flooding the manor grounds like a white cotton storm were hilarious upon reflection but not so funny at the time.
"By the way, Mack-"
"-Maka," I interjected.
"Mack-a," he said over exaggerating the extra vowel, "wasn't best pleased that you left me all alone at the college and on my first day too." He flashed his perfect teeth at me. I didn't respond, his tone irritating me. I held my head in disdain and marched closer to my room, equally marching closer to the annoying golden haired boy.
"Terrible accident wasn't it. Hope Mr. Pink hair is all right. Guess it was my bad, sorry~"
Every word was dripping with sarcasm.
I lost my cool at this point.
"What is your problem!? Have you got something against same-sex relationships! You need to open your eyes because if I hear one homophobic word from your mouth, I guarantee I will personally kick your ass out of this house!" I shrieked, shoving him.
He shoved me back with triple the same force, one hand on my shoulder pinning me against the wall. His other hand pressed firmly into the space beside my head preventing my escape. His tall form loomed over me; his eyes looked icy and dangerous. We were so close, with each breath my chest rose and almost touched his. I could feel the heat from his body rising to meet mine.
For a moment, his eyes roved over my body, lingering on my unusually long legs. I had chosen today of all days to wear tight fitting jeans that highlighted this fact. His hand dropped and fluttered down from beside my head. It hovered just above my knee before he placed an elegant finger on the small of my thigh. His eyes locked with mine and he slowly dragged his finger up my leg. I involuntary shivered as his finger gradually travelled higher and higher. His hand suddenly splayed out and gripped the top of my thigh and I gasped out loud, my chest brushing his.
"I'm not a homophobe. Far from it actually," He murmured, his voice soft and husky.
I shook my head slightly, confused by what was happening so suddenly.
"I like you," he breathed.
"But, you barely know me."
"Correct, yet I know you felt the electricity between us."
I gulped, it was true, and I had felt some obscene connection the moment our eyes had connected. However I wasn't going to let him know that.
"I'm with Crona," I tried to say with conviction but my voice shook slightly.
"Huh. I bet he doesn't put out." He stated, the hand still on my shoulder playing idly with a lock of my hair.
"..."
True Crona and I had been together for over half a year and all we had done was hold hands and place small chaste kisses occasionally. However what Justin was saying implied that there was something wrong with that and that was simply not true! Crona wanted to take things slow, and I was okay with that. Wasn't I?
Justin took my silence as a confirmation.
He closed the distance between us and smashed his lips against mine. His tongue demanding entrance jabbed at my lips sending little electric shocks tingling down my spine. I tried hitting his chest to get him off but my attempts were feeble thanks to a sudden decrease in oxygen. Yet I kept my mouth sealed shut until I felt his teeth clamp on my bottom lip. I yelped and Justin pounced on the chance, smothering my cries with a kiss. He explored every crevice in my mouth almost as though he were mesmerizing every detail. I attempted to push his tongue back and away with my own. He mistook this gesture for me reciprocating the kiss and weaved his fingers into my hair approvingly. He was a good kisser; I had to give him that. I felt myself beginning to melt into the kiss and even enjoy it. The muscles in my shoulder began to relax and I started to tentatively kiss him back. He growled softly in response pulling me closer trying to deepen the kiss.
BAM!
The front door slammed and two sets of footsteps intruded into the house.
Justin paused slightly at the disturbance and I seized my chance. I put all my strength into one shove and succeeded in removing him from me. I sucked in sweet air, panting for all I was worth. I rubbed my lips with the back of my hand, beginning to feel a twinge of disgust and regret at what had just occurred.
"KID! ~ are you upstairs?" Patty 'n' Liz called.
I went to call back, when two hands grabbed either side of my face, roughly stealing one last kiss, smothering the word that was about to escape. He broke away, his eyes lingering on mine. I stared back at him my mouth slightly ajar. He smiled the most beautiful smile and walked away from me. I stumbled away in the opposite direction; my mind spinning, I needed time to process what the hell had just happened. I ran my hand along the wall to steady and guide myself towards the girls.
"Yes, I'm upstairs" I called back, my voice cracked and sounded horribly off.
Two sets of footsteps could be heard racing up the stairs. I glanced back to check Justin's whereabouts -the last thing I wanted was the girls to find me alone with him- I caught a quick glimpse of him swiftly closing his room door behind himself, leaving me alone in the hallway. Thank God. I stopped stumbling and hunched over with my hands on my knees, breathing heavily.
"There you are Kid! ~" Patty was leaning precariously along the stair banister. I was too unsettled to even think of lecturing her about the dangers of heights.
Liz walked up the stairs like a normal person –thank God- and hurried over to me, noting my distressed form. I staggered back up to my full height which was only really equivalent to her chest.
"Hey are you all right? Your face is all red and your hair is kinda messed up," Liz said, voice laced with concern, she placed a hand on my forehead, "Are you sick?"
"Sick? No, no I'm not sick" At this point I wished I was sick, I could stay in bed for days and not come out ever. Then I processed the rest of her sentence, "My hair? What do you mean?" I placed my hand in my usually immaculate hair only to feel some unruly mess, "Oh my God my hair!" I screamed hyperventilating as I ran to the bathroom. I wildly ripped out all the drawers in the bathroom cabinet searching for a hairbrush. I grabbed a comb and compulsively rammed it along my crown. I wasn't going to stop until every strand was perfect. With each painful brush stroke I cursed Justin.
Justin.
Just what the hell had that been? He knew I had a boyfriend; I made that definitely clear in the car. I went over and analysed the event in my head. He said he liked me. I blushed a little at that. Justin was insanely attractive; he was to this date the most symmetrical person I had ever seen. I betted if I cropped half of his face and then mirrored it, it would be exactly the same, he was just that perfect. He was the total opposite of Crona. I paused my combing, the teeth snagging on a tat. Had I just cheated on Crona? Oh God.
xXx
An hour later and I had managed to take care of the hair pandemic. I tried to regain my composure and pretend the little hair panic hadn't happened at all. I walked out from the bathroom casually and said to the girls, coolly as I fixed my jacket, "What are you girls doing here?"
Patty appeared from a room down the hall; she jumped out and shouted, "PAR-TAY!"
Liz walked out from the room behind her, a groove to her step, she did a little excited dance and said, "Yeah tonight's Maka and Soul's party."
Patty stuck out her tongue and said in a teasing tone, "You didn't forget? Did'ya Kid?"
Shit, yeah I had but I wasn't about to admit that, "Of course not, Girls." I flicked my hair casually off my shoulder.
"Hey Kid?" Liz said conspiratorially.
"Can we-?" Patty said her tone devious.
"No."
"But but, you don't even know what we're going to ask!" Liz whined.
"I am not going to let you dress me for the party." I said with finality, turning my back to them to suppress the shudder I experienced as memories of past party dress mishaps flooded my mind.
"Pwease Kid, pwetty pwease!" Patty turned on her full cute childish charm as she ever so slowly started to approach me.
Liz followed suit, prowling like a lion stalking its prey.
"No, never again!" I darted full speed like a startled lamb towards my room, slammed the door shut and twisted the key, relieved with the lock clicked.
"Kid~!" The two girls called from outside the door, "Open the door," their voices sounded eerie and haunting, "we'll make you look pretty!"
"Hell no, I'll dress myself" I retorted.
No response. There was a silence that lasted so long I could no longer tell if the girls were even behind the door anymore. I hadn't heard any retreating footsteps, so surely they were still there? I was really tempted to crouch down and peep under the door to see if I could see their outlines but I was far to dignified to do that.
*Ding Dong Ding Dong*
The ominous ringing of the doorbell startled me.
Were Liz 'n' Patty ringing the doorbell in attempt to get me to leave my room? I gave into curiosity and removed the key from my door. I crept down till I was level with the door handle. I pressed my eye to the lock and right at that moment I had a creepy intrusive thought were I pictured a pin being rammed through the lock into my eye. I blinked furiously and told myself that that wasn't going to happen. I tried to steel my frayed nerves but I was too freaked out after the whole Justin ordeal. I decided to rely on my hearing instead so I held my ear over the key hole.
Nothing but silence.
Then I heard two girly voices followed by another new voice. This other voice sounded really familiar. I squinted my eyes, trying to concentrate. Then realisation slapped me, it was Crona.
I shoved my eye to the key hole, my eye roving around the lock, straining to see down the murky hall. Two muddily misshapen beings came into view at the top of the stairs. One was abnormally large and for a second I thought I was looking at some freakish monsters. As the abominations slowly staggered closer to the door, I figured out that it was in fact Liz and Patty. Liz was hunched over dragging Crona by the ankles; he was struggling and flapping, nails scraping along the floor. Patty had a huge black rucksack on her back which she and Liz liked to call their portable wardrobe.
SLAM. CLICK.
The girls locked themselves and Crona in the bathroom, the sound of girlish laughter and muffled protests from Crona emanated through the door and down the hall to me.
All I could do was wait it out. Once the girls had you captured, portable wardrobe in tow, there was no saving you. I slumped against my bedroom door, my head resting on my knees as my thoughts returned to what or should I say who, was troubling me most. Justin. I absentmindedly placed my finger on my lips, gently tracing their outline. Compared to the small pecks Crona and I had shared, Justin's kiss was on a whole different level. My hand smoothed the top of my hair again. I had already fixed it after he had manhandled it but I swore I could still feel his touch lingering along my crown.
I figured there was no point mulling it over on the floor. I got myself together and walked over to my wardrobe to sort out an outfit for the party. I sifted through my clothes, neatly hung on a rack. I pulled out a long black button up shirt and a pin stripe waistcoat. I thought about keeping on my black tight fitting trousers, deciding they matched my waistcoat. I stiffened remembering that Justin had clearly liked them too. Thanks to him my tight fitting jeans were flung in the wash basket. Hello baggy black jeans!
More protests from within the bathroom snapped me back from my thoughts. Said protest belonged to Crona.
Crona… My gut surged with terrible unpleasant guilt. To be exact, I felt as though I had swallowed a box which had expanded in my stomach. The sharp corners had managed to protrude though my stomach and were now slicing my insides every time my ribcage expanded as I drew a breath. I didn't cheat, right? That Justin bastard had initiated the kiss. I had tried to push him off. But I knew reasoning with myself was no good. I couldn't deny the flutter I got in my chest when I pictured Justin. I couldn't deny the feeling of time itself freezing as he and I locked eyes. I couldn't deny the electric tingles I had felt while we kissed. I had never felt anything like that with Crona. But I like Crona... right? I hung my head feeling slightly depressed and confused.
CLICK the sound of the bathroom door unlocking.
I unlocked my own door as well and stepped out into the hallway. The bathroom door opened and makeup powder swirled out into the hallway like a thick fog. At first I could only make out three silhouettes. As the makeup dispersed and a silhouette emerged followed by another two. Crona stood before me dressed in... Dressed like a-
Girl.
To my horror I felt a slight blush form on my face. I looked Crona from head to toe. He was wearing clunky black heels with black tights and a pink corset that complimented his hair. A large bow was attached at the back of a figure hugging black pencil skirt which showed off his pendulum hips. For a boy, Crona had rather curvy birthing hips and despite the fact that he had no chest, the corset fit him well. He stumbled over to me, not used to the heels. I tried to help steady him by placing my hands on his narrow waist. He was blushing madly clearly embarrassed at his dress predicament. "You look really handsome," he wheezed thanks to the corset constricting his breath intake.
"You look, um, ahem you look..." I racked my brain for some compliment but God damn it! Liz 'n' Patty are well aware of my sexuality. Why would they make Crona look like a girl? "Like a girl," I accidently spat the last word, my repulsion evident. I mentally slapped myself again as Crona's large black eyes welled up with tears.
"A pretty girl nonetheless!" I tried to console him, failing miserably.
"I don't wanna go dressed like this. I don't understand, why would you dress me like this?" Crona cried at Liz 'n' Patty.
"Girls – whoa..."
That was when I noticed what the girls were wearing. Short, short gold miniskirts (Patty was wearing gold hotpants actually) and matching pink boob tubes. Oh God. Crona got off lucky. They looked like they were going to a Night Club rather than a casual party. Nevertheless I reserved the right to believe that my girls had the right to dress however and as provocatively as they wanted and so I swallowed my urge to chant, "Ho, Ho, Ho!"
"Cough, Girls please could you fix Crona. I actually like my boyfriend, looking like a boy."
"Aw but he looks so pretty!" Patty huffed.
"Yes, while I admire your handiwork, I'm worried that some man will mistake him for a pretty girl and jump him in the street."
"Fine," The two girls said in unison, both pouting.
At least I think they were pouting under that vast amount of glittery makeup. They helped a teetering Crona back into the bathroom returning moments later. However the only difference being that they had replaced the pencil skirt with black puffy shorts that sat just above his knee. They also thankfully replaced the heels with flat black pumps. He was still wearing the corset though. The girls must have seen my face frown at that fact.
"Skirt = Girl. Shorts = Boy. And corset = pretty boy!" Patty explained animatedly.
I wasn't really convinced with her logic and I think it was evident on my face.
Liz ended the outfit dispute by wrapping her arms around Crona and me, leading us down the stairs as an awkward three legged party. I could feel glitter rubbing off her clothes and sticking to mine. More washing, I mentally complained. Patty bounced on ahead of us. Taking the stairs three a time, she roared, "Let's get ready to PAR-TAY!"
xXx
The girls vehicle, a blue ford truck was parked trashily right outside the front door.
"You couldn't have parked around the back like normal people," I complained.
Liz just laughed and hauled me bodily and I mean bodily -Liz worked out and hard some lean muscles on her arms- into the back seat of the Truck.
A little disorientated at being lifted like a rag doll, I shuffled over to allow room for Crona to be hauled in as well. The truck was quite large and you really needed to climb up in to it so I suppose Liz was doing us a favour. The seats were leather and felt cool and smooth against my back. My stomach dropped in horror as Patty climbed up into the driver's seat. I anxiously pulled a seatbelt over Crona and then myself, knowing just how reckless Patty was at driving.
"Oh God protect us on this dangerous car journey." I muttered and squeezed Crona's hand. It was possible that we could die tonight thanks to Patty's haphazard take on driving. The cool leather seats took on a deathly chill. To think I'd die in a truck, not classy at all.
"Okay, buckle up!" She ordered in her childish voice. The Ford truck roared into life and leapt into the road like a vivacious beast. Patty giggled manically, "Whee!" as she wove in and out of oncoming traffic.
"Patty we're in a 30mph zone. You're going at 60!" I shrieked the seatbelt cutting into my throat.
Crona's hand tightened in my own and I saw the fear of God in his eyes but I could also clearly see trust. Crona trusted me and I had cheated on him. Guilt stabbed my already somersaulting stomach.
THUD
"Patty get off the footpath! Cars go on the road!"
THUD THUD THUD!
Patty swerved violently and managed to hit every visible lamp and mailbox as though she were playing a game of Pinball. With every bump my head thwacked off the car ceiling, at this point any brain cells I might have had had been murdered.
"Yay HIGH SCORE!" She cheered.
I hoped to God that there were no pedestrians nearby. Imagining Patty purposely mowing them down just to get Bonus Points for her real life game of Pinball was not a pretty picture.
"Oppsies, missed one!"
My heart rose into my mouth as the truck swung around a full 180 degrees and THUD as it knocked over another mailbox.
"Gotcha!" Patty cheered.
Liz was no help whatsoever. She sat oblivious to everything in the front passenger seat skilfully painting her toenails magenta pink with her feet up on the dash board.
"Liz do something!" I pleaded as I unbuckled my seatbelt, ignoring Crona tugging my waistcoat in an attempt to pull me back. I reached forward, extending my arm. Desperately trying… to reach… the steering wheel.
BAM
Patty slammed on the brake and I flew forward, my face becoming more intimate with the windscreen than I would have liked.
"We're here!" Patty shouted gleefully.
Stars spinning around my head, I stumbled out of the truck and literally kissed the wonderful ground.
"Uh Kid? What are you doing?"
I looked up to see Maka and Soul standing outside their flat, both staring at me as if I had two horns growing out of my head. Which was understandable, I wouldn't have believed it myself if someone had told me that I, Death the Kid, would be kissing the ground later that day.
Dressed casually, Soul was wearing an orange shirt, a black hair band and black jeans that matched. Maka was dressed up in a petite red dress with white tights. Her hair was tied loosely in two pigtails that curled sweetly at the ends. The two were the opposites of each other, one hardcore and punk, the other formally dress and elegant. They lived together and everyone knew that liked each other yet they both vehemently denied it. I supposed only time would tell if the two would wake up and realise their feelings for the other.
The two hookers, ahem I mean Liz and Patty strutted up to my quivering form, grabbed an arm each and heaved me into the flat. They promptly disposed of me on the lumpy patchwork couch and I melted into the cheap fabric cushions. I became aware of someone sitting down beside me as the couch adjusted to their weight. My vision still obscured by stars, I assumed it was Crona. I reached my hand out only to entangle my fingers in some sort of wire. Blinking profusely, I soon discovered it was none other than Justin lounging next to me and I had managed to yank out his earphone.
"What are you doing here?" I hissed.
"Mack invited me earlier." He replied, fixing his earphone.
"How did you even get here?" I asked exasperated.
"Magic..." He gestured sarcastically with his hands.
An awkward silence grew between us. One I was glad for.
I gazed into the small kitchenette to see Maka peering into the oven checking her cooking. She had donned a cute little pink apron and matching gloves. Soul walked past me and headed into the kitchenette. It was a small and compact cooking area and looked squashed with just the two of them there. He leaned up against the counter top, his eyes on Maka. It didn't take long for the usual to happen; their voices became raised and Maka had her hands on her hips. Looked like another one of their famous little arguments or Lovers Tiffs as I liked to refer to them. Maka ended it by angrily stuffing a sausage roll into his mouth as she stormed out into the hallway. He stood there for a moment, sausage roll still rammed in his mouth. Then he slowly began to chew with his shark like teeth and followed out after her.
As soon as he was gone, the kitchen window flung open. Pots and pans clattered onto the floor as Black Star swung in through, ninja style, followed by Tsubaki. Being friends with Black Star for some time now, I had learnt that quite simply he didn't use front doors. Ever. Tsubaki daintily climbed over the sink and seemed panicked about the mess. She started lifting all the pots into her arms and apologizing to no one in particular. She tried to stack the pots neatly on the counter worktop. I laughed and shook my head. The rightful spot was actually the small rack above the window but all well, at least they were off the ground.
Black Star of course couldn't care less about the mess. That was simply collateral damage to his hero antics. His voiced boomed, "Infiltrate the buffet table!" He rolled and dodged in his unique skilled way into the living room which doubled as the party room. The other inhabitants of the room, the three girls: Liz, Patty and Blaire were standing with their back to him, rummaging through the tall messy stack of CD's. I knew they were trying to devise a playlist to get the party pumping which most likely meant night club music.
Blaire was the other roommate of Soul's and Maka's. She was womanly, cat like and seductive in everything she did. She worked at a hostess club down in the city and was very good at her job. She loved to party and have fun; her bubbly vibrant personality meant she got on well with everyone. Maka did like her but there was the occasional bit of jealousy between them concerning Soul; namely because Blaire liked to walk around naked after a bath and Soul always got a nose bleed!
I watched in amusement as Black Star's little ninja mission was a success. He arrived unnoticed, -well I noticed him but forget semantics- at the buffet table. He raised his fist to the air in victory and tucked into a chicken wing. Tsubaki after sorting out the pot fiasco to the best of her ability simply walked into the party room and to the buffet table. There really was no need for Black Stars antics. The two of them were best friends and had met through a mutual like in martial arts. Tsubaki was tall and almost plain but in a way her plainness made her beautiful. She was the embodiment of peace and the total opposite of Black star. He was short, muscular and tan. He had crazy bright blue spiky hair that matched his hyper active personality but in saying that, he was also very loyal to his friends.
It was then that I realised that someone was missing. I swept my eyes around the room in a mild panic until I spotted a pair of black pumps poking out from under the white lace cloth of the buffet table. I went to stand up to get him when a hand grabbed my arm and forcefully pulled me back onto the couch.
"Stay. I want to talk to you." Justin's silky voice ordered, his hand still firmly possessing my arm.
I glared at him, "let go of me."
Thankfully he did, "have you been thinking about our kiss?"
"Shut it," I spat anxiously, afraid Liz or Patty would hear.
He seemed to guess my thoughts because he leaned closer to me, his hot breathe tickling my ear as he whispered, "I can't deny myself, I want to taste more of you."
My whole face beamed red as the words, "taste more of you," seemed to play on a repetitive loop in my head. I slapped my hands up to my face trying to rid the blush. I was then very glad that Maka and Soul had dimmed the lights for the party.
Justin looked very satisfied with my reaction. He leaned in again. Nothing could prepare me for what happened next. He slyly poked his pink tongue out and licked the shell of my ear. I screamed and jumped in shock but by a miracle at the exact same moment, Blaire blasted the CD player on, muffling my scream. I took my chance to run again but I was stopped by Justin's iron grasp. "Want to dance?" He purred.
"Yes but not with you," I growled, slapping his hand off.
I rushed over to the buffet table. Black Star and Tsubaki had left at the sound of the music and were dancing with Liz and Patty. I lifted the table cloth to see Crona hunched up underneath, his arms wrapped around his legs. He looked so small, shy and awkward that my heart really went out to him and I wanted nothing more than to make him feel safe.
"Care to dance with me?" I smiled as a spark of delight filled his eyes. I took his hand and lead him out from under the table to the dance floor. Said dance floor was just a modest worn rug in the centre of the room. Soul had moved the table that usual sat there away to the side to double as the buffet table and give us room to dance. There was a small globe with different coloured pieces of glass that spun and illuminated the room with a multitude of tiny rainbow circles. It was quite atmospheric and easily set the mood for dancing.
I smiled at Crona and placed a hand on his waist. He blushed and held his arm out in an unsure manner towards me. I took his hand in mind and led it to my shoulder. We were both linked together like a couple doing the slow dance at a wedding. The music didn't match as it was upbeat and fast but I didn't care. I took a step forward following the steps of a traditional waltz and Crona followed suit. We got two steps in, when he stood on my foot and apologized profusely. I laughed, not caring in the slightest and he laughed back, his eyes sparkling with happiness.
I was really enjoying myself when I started to feel someone else's gaze burning into my back. I turned to see Justin dancing with Blaire. She was all over him. Shaking her large backside seductively and squashing her even larger chest against his arm as she coiled around him. Kudos to Blaire, she was a fantastic dancer and was really in her element. Justin caught me looking and smirked. I quickly looked away slightly embarrassed. If he wanted to play it that way then I would play it better.
I pulled Crona closer to me, wrapping my arms around his slim waist and in return he rested his hands on my shoulders. He leaned forward and rested his head on my chest as we slowly swayed together. Our dancing while slow was very intimate and affection. I glanced over Crona's shoulder at Justin to see his face darken. Blaire became aware that she was being ignored and grabbed his head and attempted to plant it in her hefty chest. Justin twisted out her grasp, his face filled with disgust. Blaire at first was startled by his rejection but that faded quickly and was replaced with cat like fury as she slapped him. No one messed Blaire around and got away with it. For a split second, genuine hurt flashed across Justin's features as he clutched his cheek tenderly. He spared me a last look and the expression on his face was despair and humiliation. I watched him flee from the dance floor into the hallway and faintly heard the front door open and slam shut.
Without realising I had stopped swaying. Crona looked into my eyes, confusion written on his face as to why I had stopped dancing. Without giving it a second thought, I dropped my hands from Crona's waist and hurried after Justin. Leaving Crona standing hurt and alone on the dance floor.
I meet Soul and Maka in the hallway, they stopped me in my rush, "You're leaving already Kid?" asked Maka.
"Yes, sorry but Justin just unexpectantly left and I've got to find him."
"Is your Dad making you look after him or something?" Quizzed Soul.
"Um yes, something like that," I called as I shut the front door behind me. I rushed out only to see Justin standing there. A huge glorious smirk playing across his lips seemed to say that he had been waiting for me.
xXx
Chapter One End
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