Disclaimer: I do not own the Bishonen world that Songwind created. Nor do I own any of the characters from any/all of the various anime, tv shows, movies, books, etc. :( *sigh*
Empathy of Love
Written by: bonni3bunny
AN: if you would like to make a request for your character to be added into this story please feel free to leave a review/email listing your character's name, age, appearance, personality, and bishonen/bishojo they have (or will acquire, depends on how the story is progressing). Please, no more than 3/4 bishonen/bishojo per character. I can tend to get easily confused, and there probably will be more than a few characters/trainers in a situation at a given time. So you can do the math lol. I will email you when the time comes that your character is about to make a debut, probably a chapter before hand so you have a heads up. Thank you! :)
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Chapter 1: Questionable Tears
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I looked up at the dim night sky, not a star sparkling in the dark mass. With nothing to fill me with any hope, I dropped my face back into my hands and cried. Not a sob escaped my lips; I dared not make a sound in case my brother could hear me.
If someone asked me why I was crying, well...I wouldn't really have anything to say. I don't ever know why I cry every night. All I know is that I always do cry.
The roughness of the pavement scratched at my legs as I sat down on one of the porch steps. After some shuffling around, I found my prize that was hidden in my coat pocket. My trembling fingers pulled out a slim cigarette and lifted it up to my slightly thick lips. My other had quickly lit it up and I took a smooth hit to calm my nerves.
Yes, I know smoking is a bad and filthy habit, but aren't we all creatures of habit? Each person has their own bad habits they wield to, so why couldn't mine be smoking a few cigarettes here and there?
Exhaling another lungful of nicotine, I closed my eyes as the breathing chased away the tears. I had toyed with the idea that something had happened in my childhood that made me feel these emotions and I had just repressed the memories until I had actually forgotten them. Other ideas included how and when my parents had died, being an orphan growing up, or just being teased at school. However, I would've known if these had been the causes for the tears. Somehow, I just was always overcome with intense emotions at the oddest of times, and they were never convenient.
"Reilly, what are you doing still up?"
I jumped as my older brother's voice echoed out of my bedroom window that I had snuck out of.
"Um?" was the only answer that I could muster at being caught.
"You need to be in bed....WHAT IS THAT YOU'RE HOLDING IN YOUR HAND?!" he screamed as his eyes took in my cigarette.
My eyes looked at the little mass of tobacco in my fingers, and back at his face as my mind tried to process an answer that would get me out of trouble. I sighed fruitlessly. My mind wasn't having any success today.
My weariness was really starting to catch up to me. "Chase! Stop all this nonsense! You know that I smoke, so no need for all of this drama."
I stared at him unblinking as his face seemed to go into shock. I never talked to him in that kind of way, and I believe that his brain hadn't actually processed everything. Normally, I avoided talking at all costs and never inflicted anger into my voice. Today wasn't a normal day.
"REILLY KIANA REEVES! Get in this house this INSTANT!" he bellowed down at me, his cheeks turning bright red.
Uh oh. I was in deep doo doo now. Scowling, I lifted myself up on the windowsill and used my momentum to glide easily into my bedroom rather than walking all the way around to use the door. Flicking the butt of my cigarette out the window, I gently closed the window before turning to face my angry older brother.
As my eyes took in his form, my hands started to shake and I had to forcefully shove them in my coat pockets to get them to still. Trying to keep my thoughts from going to dark places, I started to recite an essay that I had to memorize for English class. Unfortunately, I hadn't done much memorizing so my plan proved ineffective.
Chase began to shuffle closer to me and I could feel his warm breath on my chilled cheeks, and I shivered uncontrollably. I still wouldn't let my eyes meet his.
Suddenly, a sharp pain laced out from my cheek and over the bridge of my nose as he pulled his hand away and out of sight. His slap hadn't hurt as bad as some of the things he had done in the past. I continued to observe the old carpet at my feet, trying to ignore the stinging pain in my face.
"LOOK AT ME!" he demanded, hot spit flying out to land on my forehead. Of course, I refused. I could feel my anger starting to overtake me, and I had to keep it in check in order to get out of this beating with as little pain as possible.
He roughly grabbed me by my hair that had been shoved into a ponytail and pulled me to the ground. As I landed, he began he kick me in the stomach...repeatedly. I could barely gasp to get enough air out of my lungs before the next blow landed. After a while, he must've grown bored and decided to throw and shove everything I owned off my desk and bookshelves. After everything was sufficiently broken or messed up, I heard his retreating footsteps and the door shut with a click.
At least an hour must've passed before I even dared to move my beaten body. The only thing registering in my brain was pain. Moving my head back slightly, I caught a gleam of bright light coming from a bit to my left.
After further inspection, I finally realized that Chase had shoved my laptop off the desk and it lay in a heap among some of my books. A long, lonely crack traveled down the screen, as if the computer was crying a single tear.
A program was running on the screen, from a random website that must've been clicked in all the chaos. A large ball decorated in a multitude of colors played on the screen, and the word Bishonen blinked in rapid succession. The rest of the text I couldn't read from where I was laying, but a button close to the bottom of the screen read 'Click Here For Your Journey to Begin!!!".
As if I was actually gonna click it! It was just yet another scam trying to get money out of naive idiots. Even if I could move without pain, I wouldn't even want to go near my laptop at the moment.
A dull thud resounded throughout the house annoncing Chase's departure.
Just then, from the vibrations of the door, a small marble rolled off the desk and bounced on the laptop, landing right on the enter button. The laptop went white, and all of my world went black.
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Yay chapy 1 done!!!! hopefully Ill have the nxt chappy up if not Sunday then in the next coupla days. Wats gonna happen? Wait to read and find out!!!
Bonni3bunny out!!!