A/N;; A few things everyone should probably know: I'm extremely indecisive, thats why it took me so long to put this up after it was already written months ago. I make many mistakes when I write. I'm trying to get better at first person, but I dont think it's working out too well..I'm trying very hard to keep these kids in character, including Kira because she's an old project of mine. I love it when you guys review :3. I'm semi-new so a that fancy lingo of yours, dont use it, or do if you plan on explaining it.
CHRYSANTHEMUM FLOWER BED
Kira,
Handle Lima how you see fit, see you at graduation,
Linda and Charles.
Not even a Mom, or Dad, just their names, their first names, like we were friends. Associates even; they left only leaving the damn keys and a fucking note, how cliché. Hesitantly checking to see if my brothers were home, all that met my presence were empty rooms, even my parents bedrooms, empty, cold, heartless. My younger brother wanted to be a Medical Examiner and my older a Pediatrician, and me? For a little while, a surgeon, but that soon came crashing down all at once, and telling my parent was the hardest thing. Obviously, if I couldn't conform to the life they wanted me to have; I would be left behind, with three empty rooms. They were kind enough to leave the furniture and food, but even still it felt so lonely, I felt so lonely. No friends, no family, just me a Lima, oh, and Azimio, fucking fantastic
I couldn't even properly rage about it, throwing a tantrum was too much of a mess and when the shock passed all I could do was cry, my emotions too heavy for words. Then the paranoia set it. I jumped from my crumbling spot on the floor and nearly crashed against the wall to activate the security system on the house, itt took maybe five times but I got it eventually. I frantically ran around the house and locked all the doors and windows, including the basement, that's where I stayed. Collapsing against the living room sofa after all that running, my hands searched for the small piece of paper and my cell phone, fingers dialing and dialing and dialing, mind unsure if this was the right thing to do, and when a busy yet calm male voice picked up with an impatient "Hello?" ,expecting that whomever was calling actually knew who they were intending to call. "Hello?" Will Shuster repeated and after about five seconds Kira instantly began crying against the phone. She could hear Will beginning to panic against his own phone, repeateyd asking who it was and if they alright.
"It's K-kira…" GASP.. " My family left." GASP.. "They left me here! They went back to Arizona without me!" She tried to form the words best she could and even still she wasn't sure what exactly came out of her mouth.
"Oh my God…"
3RDPERSONPOV. [actually I'm just gonna stop doing 1p, I'm not very good at it ; ]
Will Shuster was speechless, what more was there to say? He wiped to corners of his mouth too hard, sighed a little too light, and as Kira cried on the other en pf the line, his office had suddenly become a tense space of confusion and pity. He honestly didn't know what to do. It was around four in the afternoon, surely he was the only one left in the building. He sighed once again, trying to find something to say but knew that he needed time to let his options open up, he needed someone to buy him time. "Alright, Kira I'm going to send somewhere over there for the night okay, I can't because I'm a teacher, you understand that right?"
Kira had calmed on the other line and nodded physically, "Yes..."
"Alright now just be patient, OK?"
She was being talked to like she was a child but in a way it was more comforting than what her parents could have ever attempted, "Thank you."
"No problem." And then she hug up, wiping her cheeks and laying against the back of the couch like it was a white sandy beaches of Hawaii, and oh did she love Hawaii. It didn't stop her from crying still.
Will nearly dropped his phone on the desk as he thought about his options,and who to send over there, it had to be a girl of course, and maybe a guy too for some muscle, for precaution of course. He couldn't bother Kurt; God only knows what he needed to be dealing with at his own home, the same goes for Finn too. Definitely not Rachel, or Tina for that matter, he saw those looks they gave her. Quinn, Santana, and Brittany were off the list seeing as they'd more than likely say no, and Artie was just a no. That left Mike, Puck, no, and Mercedes. He sighed, his choices not very practical personality wise, but he had to at least ask. He dialed both of their numbers at the same time for a three way, and seeing as he didn't call very often, he hoped it wouldn't be too awkward.
"Hello?"
"Mercedes speaking..?"
Of course. "Hey guys this is Mr. Shuster, I know this is an awkward request but.." Breathe Schuster.. "- could you both stay with Kira tonight?" His words nearly overlapped in a pish posh attempt at getting it out.
"And that is..?"
"The new kid, Mercedes."
"Oh..why?" Well that didn't sound to exciting.
He sighed again, was there any oxygen left in his office by now? "Her family left her here by herself and went back to Arizona, do NOT tell anyone." Mercedes..
"What?" That one was Mike.
"Are you serious..?"
"Very. So if It wouldn't be any trouble – "
"I will."
A pause, "Mercedes?"
She hesitated but disappointment, and relief maybe, was apparent in her voice, "I'd love to Mr. Schu, but I have to baby sit my little sister tonight." Will was disappointed too. And maybe relieved. Just maybe.
"That's alright; thanks anyway, see you tomorrow. And thanks Mike, I can trust you right?"
"Of course!" He sounded offended but Will really didn't care at this point.
"Thanks Mike." And then he hung up, some how he didn't sound convinced either.
Meanwhile Kira had been calm enough to take a shower and order herself some PF Chang's anxiously awaiting who exactly Will was sending over, it was probably a girl, and she hoped it was that Quinn girl, she had been quite nice. She ordered for two some orange chicken, stir-fry rice, and four egg rolls, tossing a salad while she awaited it to be delivered, oh suburbia, you have so many perks. She set her IPOD on the stock player in the living room and of course the song to play was Fefe Dobson's Revolution song, she was an abandoned child too, so in a way she related a lot to a girl like her. After the food arrived, she tried to lay it out accordingly in white glass bowls to make it look like she actually cooked, but she wasn't shy about the box it arrived in, a kind of joke per say. Her anxiety built over the next few minutes as she waited for her guardian to show up, if there was one thing she hated, it was staying home alone. When the lovely Mika came on with his We Are Golden, the doorbell rang, a when the doorbell rang, she jumped, and when she jumped, she screamed, to which Mike began pounding on the door.
Hearing a male voice was the last thing she wanted to hear, and although she knew very well that it wasn't Azimio, she was still very unsure, in fact, she was scared.
"Hello? Kira! Kira you okay in there? Hello?" He sounded worried but as she crept to the peephole, she sighed in relief then tensed up to see Mike Chang standing there, with a duffle bag, pounding away at her door. This wasn't exactly happening right?
IAMALINE – begin drabble
As they slowly but surely got to know each other over dinner, which Mike was really quite humorous, he was hilarious with small witty comments and jokes, patient under pressure and very calm, almost cool if he didn't make such goofy faces to loosen up the tension, Kira found herself laughing a lot at that table. Then he was very understanding as she explained the situation, and although she wasn't willing to go into much detail, he was very patient with her and actually cared, he really cared, and unlike most people, he didn't hug her when she cried, because unlike most people, he knew she didn't want to be.
"Ya'no you're a good singer, Kira." Mike announced when all the food was gone, the tears were dry, and he got her laughing again.
Kira shook her head, "I hear you're a good dancer, Mike." She didn't like compliments, and no matter how conceded it was to say, she already knew they were true.
He chuckled and shrugged, "I practice."
"Likewise."
"That's good."
"True. But I've never actually heard you sing."
"Oh?" Raised eyebrow.
"Nope."
"Your not going to."
"Yes I will."
"Oh?" The other eyebrow.
"Yup."
"How do you figure?" Frown.
"Because I'm not dancing with myself..."
"So you dance?"
"Done change the subject, Chang."
"How long?"
"Whole life, let's go."
"Oh me too." Faux excitement.
"Coward."
He gasped, "How rude!" He put his hand to his chest as if his chastity had been broken with dick shaped pliers.
"Facts Chang."
"Fine!" He stood up reluctantly and Kira just smirked in succession as he stood there. "Are you just going to sit there?" Kira laughed again and shook her head. She grabbed his hand and set her other on his shoulder, his other falling to her waist and they waltzed smoothly as she started singing Dancing with Myself.
"On the floors of Tokyo-o
Down in London town's a go-go
With the record selection, and the mirror's reflection,
I'm-a dancing with myself.
Oh, when there's no one else in sight,
In the crowded lonely ni-ight,
Well I wait so long for my love vibration,
And I'm dancing with myself."
She kicked him in a side step seeing as he wasn't singing with her and promised that she'd do it again if he didn't sing chorus with her at least, eventually they were on the same page. Billy Idol would have been proud he was actually very good at the song, good enough to steal the second verse, but she wasn't mad about that at all.
"So let's sink another drink,
Cause it would give me time to think."
His voice was actually very jazzy and cool, refreshing from the normal summer surfer boy voices she had always heard back home.
If I had the chance, I'd ask the world to dance.
Finishing the last line wasn't enough for the two dancers, it wasn't anything sexual driving their need to be with one another, but it was the passion to dance with another person that made them both so eager to keep going. "Do you know how to tango?"
"I can learn." He smiled, she smiled, and this was the best.
She nearly dragged him down the stairs to her space after grabbing her ipod, the sound system downstairs was better and what was supposed to be a laundry room she figured, was converted to a large enough dance space, all walls lined with mirror except for the door and a ballet beam against the wall, the funny thing was that it was there before they moved there too. She pressed play and Ga-in's intro her Irreversible track allowed her some time to show him some of the basic steps, but she knew he was lying when they really started, either he was lying or he was a really fast improve learner.
The dance between the two had gotten fairly sexual in the tone of the song, and she had to explain mid-song that it was a deception song, and soon it turned more violent, a violent dance, that's just what she needed to get her mind off the reality of her life. He lifted her off the ground then immediately released her to her knee's, to which she would run her hands up his thighs until he was forced to pick up against and embrace her and spread her arms, turning her around and pushing her away, but pulled her back into a spin, wrapping his and her arms around her torso and he opened her up again; all that happened in eight seconds. . Watching them dance together in the mirror was incredibly sexy for an audience, but for them it was a sport of who could actually stay composed under the pressure of all the touching, grabbing, lifting, and doing what they did best. At the climax of the song he quite literally threw her across the room, it had become a story for the two of them, and it was perfect for a dry run of them both being strangers in some way. In those few moments, they had known more about each other than anything necessary.
When she assumed he couldn't keep up their pace, he challenged her with a hip-hop song, it wasn't her weakest area, but it wasn't her best either. After he strip searched her device for a suitable song, she was almost alarmed by his candid chuckle, of all the things on her ipod, what the hell could he have he found? He grabbed her hand and stood her next to him and finally pressed play, it took her a few seconds to stop laughing at T-Pain's Take your shirt off, but he pulled her out of her own humor as he krumped against her and she met him kindly. She spun around and suddenly he was shirtless, soon enough she was too, thankful that she had a very reliable sports bra under.
Basically, they went on like this for hours into the night, ignoring the time, the exhaustion, and all the world as the found release through what they did best.
IAMALINE – end drabble
Falling asleep against something so hard and warm was nothing short of the best sleep she had ever gotten, even if she couldn't remember when exactly she had fallen asleep, or rather, that they had fallen asleep. The music was still blaring, and something else, it sounded kind of like blaring, screeching, maybe an alarm, at this point she was drifting in and out of sleep. Her body was positioned at the most impersonal position with Mike Chang. Her dark caramel skin collided with his tan-ish asian flare, and while his head had found her pillows, she just laid her head on his stomach and keeled over right there, in exactly that position, in a T position for all those lacking imagination. She can hear him singing in Chinese in his sleep to Jay Chou's Chrysanthemum Flower Bed and even then he sounded amazing.
"La…Larm…Larm…...Alarm…Alarm! Shit!" If it wasn't Mikes arm that steadied her as she sat up all too quickly for her sore body she probably would have flown right into her nightstand. She slammed her hand on the electric alarm that blared out daft punk like every other morning and noticed the time, that God awful time. "TEN FUCKING FOURTEY-SEVEN?" Mike jumped up and crashed against her back to see the clock just so he knew she wasn't delusional, crazy, derranged.
"Great.." all she heard was him sigh and jump up from her bed to turn off her music, and then scurry halfway up the stairs and peek back down for a moment, "Full bathroom up here?" he asked, and all she could do was nod, looking for clothes herself. She heard him go on up and only grabbed her underwear and a pair of jeans then jumped in the basement shower. . . . . . Blowing her hair dry, she snatched on shoes and nearly forgot to put a shirt, but slid on a tank top and green bill cosby-esque sweater that hung from her shoulders and switched into a black pair of jeggings with her industrial boots, and those lovely neon blue scarf and hat. Her ultra curly black hair bounced as she ran up the stairs and met face to face with Mike Chang who was all ready to go, more than likely waiting on her though he didn't look like it. "Damn, you forgot to straiten your hair!"
"Don't start, Chang."
