This story is really starting to get fun~! Even if this is only the second chapter~~
I don't own any of the vocaloids featured in this fanfiction...i wish I did T.T
Chapter Two
I woke up the next morning and fully realized what the spare bedroom looked like. I was sleeping on a queen sized bed with a red tinted overhang all around the bed, and the bed was dressed with rich cranberry red sheets and covers. I looked around and saw a red wood dresser with a full body mirror and wardrobe.
This room is really very elegant. I thought as I continued marveling at the gorgeousness of the room.
As I was examining the room I spent the night in, I heard a knock at the door which brought me out of my marveling state.
"Yeah?" I said.
"I left your uniform in the top drawer of the dresser. I'll wait out here until your done changing and then we'll go eat some breakfast." Isamine said sounding completely bored out of his mind.
"Oh, o.k." I walked to the dresser, and opened the first drawer of the dresser, and sure enough my uniform was nicely folded and ironed, waiting for me to put it on.
I yanked the T-shirt and sweat pants off, and slipped into my white undershirt and white button-up on first, then I pulled my black and white short plaid skirt on. Finally, I pulled my black thigh-high socks on. After I examined my appearance in the mirror and fixed my hair I walked to the door and opened it up to reveal Isamine leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest.
He smirked, "Now that I've got a nice look at you, your actually kinda cute, sweet heart."
All at once I remembered the events that unfolded last night, including the kiss.
"Hmph." I grunted and walked past him my hands balled into fists at my sides.
Why am I acting like this? I mentally questioned myself. I mean it's not like I have a boyfriend keeping me from doing anything with anyone else!
I stopped suddenly at the last thought that entered my mind because it was true, I didn't have a boyfriend hindering what I did, but that very truth hurts. A lot.
He grabbed me pulling me to his chest from behind; I felt the rise and fall of his chest as we stood there. "So your gonna lead the way in a house you don't even know? Sweet heart you could lead yourself to a dead end and then I could assault you, then where would you be? Baka." He breathed in my ear and I blushed.
"Wh-what the hell? Then, you lead! And my names not sweet heart or baka! I told you my name last night!"
He released me and lead the way. "Just because you told me your name doesn't mean I'm gonna use it, sweet heart."
We arrived in a truly elegant dining room. The table and chairs were made from the same glossy red wood as the dresser and wardrobe in the spare bedroom. I looked up and gawked. There was a silver sparkling chandelier hanging from the ceiling right above our heads. Needless to say the dining room was beautiful just as the spare bedroom was.
"Done gawking yet, sweet heart?" Isamine said with an amused look on his face.
"No. This place is beautiful." I said still gawking at everything.
"Yeah we get that a lot." He ran his hands through his tousled blue hair.
"Your parents must be rich."
"My parents don't live here with us, so they're not the reason that this place is so magnificent. They're too busy working overseas and stuff."
"Oh. I'm sorry. Then who else lives here with you?"
"Don't be sorry its what they want to do and they seem to enjoy it, and its me and my sister and brother. We live here and take care of the place all on our own."
"Oh I see. That's...amazing." I truly tried to smile, but still couldn't. A pang ran through my heart and I gasped and crouched down clutching at my heart as tears started welling up in my eyes.
"I will NOT cry. I will NOT cry, not anymore." I chanted to myself over and over again in a whispered tone.
"H-hey whats the matter, sweet heart?" Isamine crouched down next to me. "Shhhh, its ok. It'll all be fine. Let it out ok? It's ok to cry about it, baka." He said holding me to his chest and stroking my hair.
I grabbed his shirt and once again cried into his chest for the second time, except this time he wasn't exactly a random stranger anymore.
When I was done crying he continued to hold me and said, "Look if it'll help just talk to me about it I hate seeing you like this, sweet heart."
I nodded into his chest. "Ok. I should probably talk about it...it might make the pain hurt less..." I mumbled into his chest reasoning more with myself than him.
"Alright then we should go to a different room to talk. This room is pretty open, and you don't want anyone asking you unnecessary questions, do ya sweet heart?"
"I shook my head."
"Ok then we're on our way. Hold on tight, sweet heart." He said hoisting me up and carrying me bridal style.
"I-I can walk on my own!" I said clutching onto his blue jacket for dear life.
"But that's not as fun now is it?" He smirked. "Besides this way I have better access." He ran his hand along my thigh as he started climbing the stairs.
"What the hell? No! Let me down!" I yelled pounding my fists into his chest causing him to loose balance and fall backwards.
I gasped closing my eyes ready for the impact that never came. A few seconds later I opened my eyes and saw I was laying right on top of Isamine, who had an amused face on.
"I-I'm sorry!" I said sitting upright straddling his waist.
He smirked, grabbing the base of my neck and pulling my face down. He kissed me passionately, and after a few seconds, I kissed back. His kisses had so much more passion to them than Mikio's ever did and that surprised me. I always thought Mikio put his all in our relationship, but...maybe...I was wrong?
The kiss finally broke when we both came up for air. I looked down at him and came to full realization of our position.
"I-I'm s-sorry." I stuttered and scrambled off him.
"Well I'm not sorry." He sighed getting up, and continued to walk except this time he wasn't carrying me with him, he was leading the way, and not once did he look back at me to make sure I was following.
D-did I make a mistake when I apologized...? I thought, but quickly brushed the thought aside as we started to slow our pace.
He opened a door and walked in I followed and gawked yet again at what I saw. This room was the complete opposite of the spare bedroom. The bed was dressed in a rich blue, the walls were completely black, and the dresser, desk, and T.V. stand were a dark almost black wood. There were two other doors that I almost didn't see because they were painted black as well that, I imagined, led to a closet and a personal bathroom.
"Once again you're at that gawking thing again, you really should stop that, sweet heart." He smirked. "It doesn't flatter you at all."
"I'm sorry that this house just keeps getting even more beautiful and amazing." I retorted in a huff, crossing my arms, and pouting.
He sat on the bed and looked at me smirking, "That pouting suits you better. Sit down where ever, make yourself at home, sweet heart."
I nodded and pulled out the chair sitting at his desk, no one said anything for a while and the silence agonizingly stretched out.
"Aren't you gonna talk about it, sweet heart? That's the whole point we came here, unless you wanted to come here for another reason; if so, I'll fill your needs." A bigger smirk crossed his face and I blushed.
"Oh! Right. Uhm...W-where do I start...?"
"How about from the start?" He said laying down on his bed staring up at the ceiling.
I explained from the start to the point where he found me in the park.
"Wow...that's...rough..." He said looking down.
"Yeah...I Know...But I can't do anything about it now..." I said looking down as well.
"From what you told me I don't think you ever could do anything about it. He obviously went to that Lenka chick 'cuz he didn't find you appealing enough which is a foolish mistake I must say." He picked up my head holding my face in between his hands and looked into my soul with his beautiful blue eyes. "So don't get yourself down about it, ok sweet heart? There will be more, much better partners for you that will enter your life, and then you'll be thankful that jack ass is gone."
I looked away blushing. "My names not sweet heart!...A-and thanks...for the pep talk."
"Do you want to forget all about him?" He asked.
"What?" I turned to face him shocked. Why would he ask that? I'd never want to forget all about Mikio even with how much he's hurt me! He was still a very important part in my life!
"Forget you love him, and forget all about that stupid mistake he made, I mean. You still seem to love him and all..."
O-oh that's all he meant. "Yeah I do still love him, but I can't just turn my feelings off like some robot, or like some of those heartless bitches in my school."
"But do you want to forget you love him... Let me put that in better terms, do you want to stop loving him and love someone else?"
"Yeah I'd like that, but unfortunately I ca-" I was cut off by our lips suddenly crashing together in a series of hot kisses one after another with no time to breathe in between.
My mind went blank and my hands tangled in his hair trying to bring him closer. He gently licked my bottom lip for permission to enter, and I opened my mouth to feel his tongue caress and explore my wet, moist cavern. He suddenly broke away leaving a trail of saliva from my mouth to his. He then moved to my neck unbuttoning the first button on my shirt, he kissed, licked, and lightly, almost teasingly nibbled at the surface area of my neck causing me to shudder a little bit as his trail of kisses made my whole body heat up.
"Aaaaahhhhhhh..." I moaned breathless at his actions.
I felt him smirk on my neck as he ran his hand up my thigh and under my skirt groping my ass.
That broke me out of my trance and I was the first to pull away from our actions even though as I did my hot body protested, and yearned for his touch. "Wh-what th-the hell w-were you p-planing to d-do?" I asked almost incoherently gasping for breath.
"That was an example. You forgot about him for a while right?" He blushed and looked away seeming almost flustered by our previous actions, but I brushed it off as nothing.
I nodded.
"Well there's your solution. Also, by curing yourself of love sickness you'll make him jealous and that face, will be worth it all, sweet heart." He turned back to me smiling and winked at me.
I smiled back a smile that, I swear, was brighter than any other smile I had smiled before.
"Your smile is beautiful, sweet heart. Don't stop smiling ok?" He said caressing my cheek.
"I promise."
"I should get you home. Don't want anyone to worry about you, sweet heart."
"Ok" I nodded still smiling not wanting to stop for fear I might forget how to smile again after I had just learned to smile again.
This is only my first fanfic, so if you have any suggestions or comments on my story please reveiw~~~
