Color Me Emotional *Chapter 2* Apricot
*((Revised!))*
By: Kitty Amani
When Tylina entered her house, it was around midnight. She was greeted by the familiar sound of raised voices, one male, and one female. She sighed heavily as she kicked her shoes off and ventured into the kitchen, or what at the moment was a war zone. On one side of the table that was placed in the middle of the room, set a sixteen year old blonde. The girl had wavy hair stopping at her waist, and her emerald green eyes flaring with a fire of annoyance. She wore a white sundress that didn't cover much of her thighs, paired with a black pull over, the sleeves of which stopping just above her elbows. Opposite of her set a boy about two years older, his violet eyes reflecting the same emotion hers did as he ran his hand through his shoulder length, icy blue hair. His outfit contrasted hers with tight, black pants and a crimson colored t-shirt that fit loosely on his thin, yet slightly muscular body. Both glanced up at their friend as she made her way to the refrigerator, snatching out a bottle of water.
"Hey, Tylina," The young girl greeted her in a soft voice, bowing her head in a respectful manner.
"Sunshine," She nodded in her direction before taking her usually seat, both physically and metaphorically between the two of them. Her eyes flicked in the young man's direction, locking with his for a brief second. "Yukio."
"Where have you been?" He snapped unintentionally. His face turned a light pink from embarrassment and he forced himself to look down at his bare feet. Tylina ignored his tone, knowing that he hadn't meant to use it, as she opened her water and took a drink.
"I went out to eat with Gaara and Kankuro tonight," She informed her two companions as she screwed the lid back on the bottle. "After sitting all day in Gaara's office, I figured I'd let the Kazekage and his brother treat me to some dinner." She said the last part with a small smirk on her face, showing that she was attempting to lighten the mood. However, neither Sunshine, nor Yukio, even cracked a smile.
"Sounds nice," Sunshine nodded politely, but there was a hint of jealousy in her voice. "Kankuro kept his hands to himself, I presume?" Tylina rolled her eyes at the question.
"Why must you always do that?" Yukio glared, pointing a finger at her. Sunshine let out an angry growl, rising to her feet so fast and unexpectedly that it nearly caused the other two to jump.
"What did I do wrong now, Yuki, huh?" Her voice wavered as if she was about to cry and her eyes grew misty. For a second, Tylina wanted to pull her friend into a tight hug, but she had to stay out of it. Comforting one party and not the other would be a terrible idea.
"Maybe you should stop being such a whore," He quickly rose to his feet as well. They both leaned over the table toward each other, a sort of static electricity developing between them, eyes flaring. "You bring a new little slut in here almost every night, and not only that, but then you have the nerve to make passes at Tylina, and even claim to love her!" Sunshine's fist slammed against the table and she hung her head, gasping as if she was about to just start bawling. Then, without another word, she turned on her heel and glided from the kitchen, hands over her face. Tylina set there, staring up at Yukio. He gazed after Sunshine in silence before sighing loudly and collapsing back onto the red stool.
"Harsh, don't you think?" Tylina raised an eyebrow at him, but he just shook his head.
"I came home to a red head making herself perfectly at home, going through our shit and eating our food," He scratched the back of his head, glancing over at Tylina. "I just snapped."
"I understand that," Tylina sighed before chewing on her bottom lip nervously.
"So how was your dinner?" Yukio asked, changing the subject. He seemed interested, but it also seemed as if his mind was elsewhere. Tylina figured he was replaying the scene of what had just gone down in his head.
"I enjoyed it a lot," She smiled, setting her elbow on the table and resting her chin in her hand. "Gaara is so much more bearable out in the world, away from work. He smiled a lot tonight."
"Good, good," Yukio nodded as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Gaara needs to be getting out and doing more, and definitely needs to start being more social, as the leader of the village and all."
"Do you or Sunshine have guard duty tomorrow?" Tylina asked, attempting to remember the schedule. Each day was divided up between the three of them, Kankuro, and Temari when she was around; to stand guard over Gaara, and make sure he was kept out of harm's way. Though he had become more popular as the sand's leader, due to Shukaku, there were still many who feared and hated him, so from sun up to sun down, two of them were assigned to watch over him, and then of course Kankuro and Temari would keep watch at their house overnight.
"Sunshine and Kankuro," Yukio replied, his face suddenly taking on a different expression, one of guilt. She knew he had been thinking, processing the words that had come out of his mouth not even five minutes ago, and now he was beginning to feel bad for the way he had spoken to Sunshine. Tylina watched him in silence for a while before reaching forward and squeezing his arm.
"Go apologize," Tylina encouraged with a smile. "And I'll be sure to have a conversation with her later about how her lifestyle hurts not only us, but herself as well." Yukio glanced over at her as a slight smile appeared on his lips.
"How many times have you given her that lecture now?" He couldn't help but chuckle.
"More times than I can count," Tylina shook her head. "I don't understand the pleasure of going out and sleeping with whoever you can."
"I think she's trying to find the perfect girl, you know, since you aren't interested," He gave her a wink, before standing up and stretching is arms above his head as if he were exhausted.
"Ugh," Tylina groaned, picking her water bottle up off the table and unscrewing the lid again. "What's so special about me? I have Kankuro on my ass, too."
"Your worth more than you think," He complimented before walking up behind her and placing his hand on her shoulder, squeezing it gently. "Why else would I have given you my virginity?" Tylina snorted, smirking up at him.
"And i guess you must be somewhat of something since I gave you mine." She said teasingly before taking a small sip and screwing the lid back on.
"Good thing, too, because if it had been Kankuro, you wouldn't have heard the end of it," Yukio shook his head as he started out of the kitchen, holding his hand up in a 'goodbye' gesture.
"I guess that's what best friends are for," Tylina giggled. "They help get all of the scary things out of the way." Yukio laughed loudly, glancing over his should one last time.
"Goodnight, Ty," He said as he disappeared around the corner, most likely heading for Sunshine's room so that things could be resolved, at least for that night.
"Goodnight, Yuki," Her voice came out as just a whisper. She then sighed loudly as she began twirling a piece of her hair between her fingers. She thought about tomorrow night, and how she was supposed to go out with Kankuro. Maybe, just maybe, Yukio could help her think of a way to get out of it. Especially, since Temari was still away, Yukio was definitely not going to want to go over and watch Gaara for half the night. Reaching up and letting her hair loose from its tie, she began to wonder what exactly she did want in a guy. Did she even have a type? She sighed again before grabbing her bottle of water and standing up to head toward her room.
"Goodnight, Sunny," Yukio's voice came from the hall, sounding more joyful then before.
"Goodnight, Yuki," She called back before the sound of a door sliding shut and Yukio's retreating footsteps down the hall. Tylina smiled to herself, thinking of how lucky she was to have the two of them and the siblings as her friends, for they would always take good care of her no matter what. She glanced around the kitchen of the house she shared with the two fighting teens. The apricot colored walls seemed so dull and boring. If she asked Gaara, he might let her paint them a happier, brighter color, which could possibly bring up the moods of her roommates. And since Gaara was the owner of the complex, she would definitely let him help pick out the color.
'Apricot is so traditional, so overused, only reminding us of how we all live the exact same way, every day, with no new thrills or chills,' She thoughts to herself before flipping her dark hair over her shoulders and heading off to bed.