I HAVE NOT ABANDONED THIS STORY! I wanna do more fluffy oneshots :3 Here's one with one of my favorite OCxOC couples: KaiTigurr! They're relationship will eventually be elaborated in Bleu Leather when the second book comes out that is more of a second part; It will be called Dining Tables Tacked to Ferris Wheels. I'll give you macadamias... or muffins or...something if you can figure out the meaning behind the title XD
Well!... It's obvious I like Selene Gomez, I can tell you that! ENJOY! :D
Rock God by Selena Gomez
Preacher man walked into the club and he said, he said
Hey girl can't you walk a mile straight?
Father I'm torn, and I'm selling my soul
To the rhythm, the beat and the bass
Kaitoia lounged languidly on the couch, not finding anything today that would even mildly pique her curiosity or interest. It was odd, since she didn't know when the last was when she was bored to this level. She was bored to insanity. She hated it, oh the just DESPISED the feeling so much.
Megamind was out doing his hero thing, which prided Kaitoia, but no Megamind meant no life to a party. There was another life of a party, but he had this stupid photo shoot he had to do, and he'd be occupied with his agents all day due to a recent demand from the public to see Skritch, the outrageously photogenic alien, on the cover of even more magazines as if he hadn't already appeared on the cover of Vogue and Sports Illustrated enough times. He had been chosen three times as the special swimsuit model for teen gossip magazines, and Kaitoia would've been proud of him if he had a better, kinder attitude more often. Minion had endless chores to do today, and Kaiotoia was off-limits for that. She supposed she inherited the clumsiness with those stupidly simple tasks from Megamind, since she could barely even toast bread without either the bread or the toaster being reduced to charcoal. Just like her brother.
No brainbots. They were charging, and some helping Megamind out. No Roxanne; she was out with her blue boyfriend covering the report on his heroism. Not even Kaitoia's minion, Vixen, was around since she was taking a rather long nap that was not to be disturbed under any circumstance.
Ho-hum.
Kaitoia tried propping herself upside-down on the couch in front of the enormous TV to see if the blood rushing to her large azure head would stimulate her brain with…something. Anything. But the last thing she wanted to do was actually turn on the TV, because that was what she had been doing for hours before: aimlessly watching reruns of How I Met You Mother and the 2002 edition of American Idol on my13 until her eyeballs felt about to pop out of their sockets and roll away to find something else to do. If she didn't find anything to do soon, she swore, she would tear out…
Wait.
Cuz' I can confess my rock and roll ways
But I'm so possessed with the music, the music he plays.
Agh, and she thought she had an obscenely large memory! The only other interesting person in the Lair was none other than Tigurr, the very alien Kaitoia fancied, in fact. Sitting bolt upright from the squishy couch, and in one agile move, landing feet on the ground in the back of it, she decided to see if he wasn't busy too. If anything, he was lying on his bed, tongue lolling out and drooling with Kaitoia's intensity of boredom. That is, if he was finished with the compilation of songs he had written and worked his butt off making one-man-bands for.
Kaitoia considered her options. Most people were not allowed in his room for some reason, and Kaioita had never actually seen it. The only sign that consoled her was the fact that the usual high-volume music belting out from his sanctuary was dead silent. Maybe he wasn't in there at all.
If he was, she thought, she might just burst in anyway, since she hated the boredom gradually expanding inside her. Just some simple small talk would relieve her. She was brave enough to barge in anywhere, pretty much, considering her being a rogue in the past.
Nearly sticking her tongue out with anticipation, she marched over to the elevator that led to the third floor of the Lair, and crossed her fingers as it steadily rose up to the more housey corners of the complex that held everyone's bedrooms except from Megamind and Roxanne's bedroom. That room was especially private.
The alien beauty had to refriain from skipping jovially as she passed the ominous essence of Skritch's precarious bedroom that hung over the two floors below and was surrounded by midnight black curtain on the outside so no one could see in. Cozy alcove, but creepy.
She passed Eckere's small chamber where she charged and played when no one was around. She had to charge just like the brainbots today, so she wasn't company now either.
Kaitoia somehow made it through the confusing labyrinth of corridors and eventually got to the vicinity of Tigurr's room, where she could glimpse an inkling of sunlight trickling out of the hairline amount that the door stood ajar. She heard no sound, no music, just some scuffling around and rustling of papers that signified there was sentient life inside.
She had a greeting so on the tip of her tongue, that she was afraid it would plummet over at the wrong time, but as soon as Kaitoia's blue fingertip grazed the door, she was halted.
Halted by the sounds inside the supposedly forbidden room.
She heard the most beautiful series of guitar strums she had ever heard in her life… and for once it was not a bass or electric guitar.
It was gentle, romantic acoustic that pierced her heart with every flick of the strings, and she knew so well the gentle, lilac fingers creating it.
Every ten fingers belongs to two hands. And every hand has an arm, which leads to a shoulder, and neck, and then a face.
And upon every face is a mouth. But this mouth was different… it was heartbreaking and sensitive, comforting… and plumply purple.
Tigurr was singing, but that was not what surprised her. What surprised her were the lyrics of the never-before-heard song.
I can't stop my feet from dancing to the sound of his drums
I fell in love with my rock god
K-A-I-T-O-I-A
What to think of you today?
I must admit it's not a first…
Time giving myself your just desserts.
Perfect from the crown to toes…
Your lips, your curves, your button nose
If I were a cannibal I'd eat you up
But first with our lips we'd tease and we'd suck…
Kaioita suddenly felt as if there were a heating element right below the skin of her face. Fuschia dotted her ears, sending them on fire, and her stomach clenched. She'd never gotten this exact type of feeling.
No one had ever sung about her before.
She listened with hunger to hear the rest of the tune he was singing so quietly and gently, in hopes that no one would hear it. He continued strumming.
My good intentions were never steered wrong
From the first time I met you amid the smoke and the bombs
It was nothing but chaos, tragedy and death
But you kept me going through trickles of breath
We almost were goners, and that was a fact.
But if we did pass on, I'd have followed your spirit back…
From where we came from.
Wherever that may be.
Someday in the future…
Just you and me.
Kaioita clapped a hand over her mouth and tried to keep from crying. She didn't cry. The last time she cried was when she was a toddler, losing all hope of ever seeing sunlight and happiness again, and doomed to one day aid in Narcissa's controlling of Earth. That had been twenty-eight years ago, but now she felt the unfamiliar, burning feeling of salty fluid rising from her eyelids. She couldn't swipe them away, and soon there were two little wet spots on the thighs of her boots.
He did feel the same way. It was obvious, and Kaitoia knew it. At last, some solid evidence as to why Megamind, Minion, and Eckere sometimes got very bad cases of foot-in-the mouth keeping Tigurr's secret.
Not a secrect anymore. Determination sidled right up against her moved feeling. She was not afraid to walk right into Tigurr's room and announce the good news.
Kaitoia got up from where she had slid down to her knees and pushed the door open to reveal a slightly messy room, but the surroundings were so much less noted than the form of life sitting smack-dab in the center of it, back to the entrance. He seemed not to notice Kaioita's prescence, which was odd, since he did have catlike senses.
"Hey."
Tigurr screamed and dropped his guitar to the carpet, literally hitting the ceiling with his also cattish jumping abilities.
"Ow! Kaitoia, how long have you been standing there?"
She didn't mean to cause such a scene, and it almost made her laugh, were it not for the touching song still lingering in her head. But now, when she saw his beet red face, she felt a bit remorseful. He looked like he wanted to disappear into the floor and fall three stories all the way down until he crashed to the ground. She saw him revert to his shy side, his booted foot tapping against his other one, tail swinging, and eyes staring at the floor.
"I… heard what you were singing."
Kaitoia cursed herself for not coming up with something more consoling to his tiny, bruised ego, because he turned his head partially away and weakly meowed. It was kind of cute, but he felt ashamed and guilty.
"It's not a bad thing!" She quickly amended. She was bad at saying the right things at the right times.
"It's not?" Tigurr asked in bewilderment, playing with his tail. Kaitoia smirked and shook her head at him. It was so aborable the amount of complete innocence he could play just like her brother. That added with the fact that he was part cat made him way too irresistible to have power over her feelings for him. These feelings went all the way back to when she was merely a teen struggling in the grip of Narcissa's evil, with only the strange purple boy that visited her every so often when he could.
He returned the affection, and that was all that mattered to her right now.
"No. It's not bad at all." Kaitoia's voice was silky and calm as she regained her confidence and swaggered over closer to that piece of romantic little lavender alien, who timidly took a few steps backward before holding his ground as she drew nearer.
"By the way," she added, "What was that line about giving yourself my just desserts? Didn't make an awful amount of sense to me."
Tigurr gulped and she watched his Adam's Apple bob before he answered. "Well, yeah that didn't seem to clear to me either… but to put it simply…"
His imminent stammering was prematurely put to a stop when he gazed even deeper into Kaitoia's garnet eyes that sparkled like the red wine she drunk on special occasions. He gasped quietly, then received a dose of his own proper buoyancy to spill anything he could.
"Well, it was just a little code for the fact that… I think about you everyday. A lot. Maybe an unhealthy amount of time a day, but you are entrancing."
Kaitoia took another step forward and then was immediately placed in his muscular arms, which happily draped around her.
"I feel the same, kitty cat," she smiled, rubbing the top of his giant head. He normally hated that name, but when Kaitoia called him that… it was just…
"You think about me?" It was as if he thought this some sort of surrealistic dream; one he would wake up from and scream into his pillow when he hugged the air and Kaitoia wasn't there. Those dreams had happened before, and they had frustrated him to the point of sleep deprivation.
"Of course, you silly little feline. This is reality. I can pinch you if you want."
Before he could react, he flicnhed when the skin of his shoulder stung for an instant, indicating that yes, this was happening. This was actually happening.
"I'm convinced," He said.
Kaitoia kept on grinning at him, and he grinned back. It went on for ages, embracing and smiling, Tigurr mainly being the one afraid to break this moment.
So the female alien decided to seal her little visit with something unforgettable.
When their faces were inches apart, she leaned in the remaining distance and kissed him right on the lips, softly with her own damp ones. His eyes jumped open momentarily, but then drifted closed as the surprise faded into love. They kissed for a few more seconds before separating.
I can't keep my hips from swaying to his sweet melody
You see, I fell in love with my rock rock god.
Tigurr's face was frozen in wonder, and Kaitoia's was affectionate and sweet. She had just kissed him. Right on the mouth. Walked into his room and kissed him.
This was just the beginning of something beautiful.
Kaitoia reached up to pat his face softly. "I'll meet you at the Rillian at six o' clock tonight. No Megamind, no Skritch, no anyone is tagging along. Sound good?"
"Yes." He had no other reply.
"Okay. See you there." She kissed his cheek one more time for good measure, and departed the room just like that.
Kaitoia had just asked him out on a date. It had been so straightforward, but so easy at the same time.
He was officially dating Kaitoia, the woman of his dreams.
Tigurr bent over to pick up his guitar, looking over the broken string. Before he sauntered over to his desk to get a new string, he gave himself a little fist pump.
He couldn't wait.
HAHAHAHAH I MADE UP THAT SONG ALL BY MYSELF OFF THE TOP OF MY HEAD! (Not Rock God, duh, Tigurr's serenade...) I'M SO CREATIVE! *DERP* D'awwww, Tigurr's such a cutie... when he's not angry! When he's ticked, watch your back... you'll need stitches across your face and then you'll look like Jhonny Blue! I'd elaborate how the date goes and then go into this dramafest of a new story, but I GOTZ NO TIME! D: I have so much to write and draw, you don't even know! You'd thinkk it would be easiaer with spring break, but it's not!
Tune in for the next installment! MAYBE SKRITCH WILL FIND A GIRLFRIEND... or maybe I'll sway off topic and make a story of insanity and surrealisticness! Depends on what shuffles out of my playlist or rouses me on Youtube ;D