I do not own Ouran, nor anything copyrighted that I may use.
"What do you mean, not your best?" the noisiest asked.
"Here, we'll show you!" I said. I picked up my Mp3, hooking it up to the flat screen LCD TV, rummaging through our videos before finding our best performance.
The video started with Berra and me taking the stage. I had on a royal blue dress in an almost Chinese-style, while Berra wore a strapless number in emerald green. It was tight at the bodice, before flowing gracefully around her feet.
"She put him out like the burnin' end of a midnight cigarette
She broke his heart he spent his whole life tryin' to forget
We watched him drink his pain away a little at a time
But he never could get drunk enough to get her off his mind
Until the night
[1st Chorus]
He put that bottle to his head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away her memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength he had to get up off his knees
We found him with his face down in the pillow
With a note that said I'll love her till I die
And when we buried him beneath the willow
The angels sang a whiskey lullaby
(Sing lullaby)
The rumors flew but nobody knew how much she blamed herself
For years and years she tried to hide the whiskey on her breath
She finally drank her pain away a little at a time
But she never could get drunk enough to get him off her mind
Until the night
[2nd Chorus]
She put that bottle to her head and pulled the trigger
And finally drank away his memory
Life is short but this time it was bigger
Than the strength she had to get up off her knees
We found her with her face down in the pillow
Clinging to his picture for dear life
We laid her next to him beneath the willow
While the angels sang a whiskey lullaby
(Sing lullaby) "
At the end, our eyes glistened in the roiling stage lights.
Another video started.
"We're gonna pump things up!" I yelled into the crowd. We sang the whole song together.
"[Verse 1]
Everybody look at me, me
I walk in the door you start screaming
Come on everybody what you here for?
Move your body around like a nympho
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
I want to see you all on your knees, knees
You either want to be with me, or be me!
[Chorus:]
Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
make you fall, real hard in love
She's a Maneater, make you work hard
Make you spend hard
Make you want all, of her love
She's a maneater
make you buy cars
make you cut cards
Wish you never ever met her at all!
[Verse 2]
And when she walks she walks with passion
when she talks, she talks like she can handle it
When she asks for something boy she means it
Even if you never ever seen it
Everybody get your necks to crack around
All you crazy people come on jump around
You doing anything to keep her by your side
Because, she said she love you, love you long time!
[Chorus]
[Chants]
[Chorus]
Never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all!
You wish you never ever met her at all! "
"NEXT IS 'DO IT LIKE A DUDE'!" I yelled into the crowd. I was a more charismatic person when dealing with crowds.
"Stomp, stomp, I've arrived Drop the beat, nasty face, why ya lookin' at me? Flyin', flyin', flyin', flyin' through the sky In my spaceship, I'm an alien tonight
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty sucka You think I can't get hurt like you, you motherfucker
I can do it like a brother, do it like a dude Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you Do it like a brother, do it like a dude Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem We can do it like the man'dem, sugar, sugar, sugar We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem We can do it like the man'dem, sugar, sugar, sugar
Boom, boom, pour me a beer No pretty drinks, I'm a guy out here Rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin' money like a pimp My B-I-T-C-H is on my dick like this
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty sucka You think I can't get hurt like you, you motherfucker
I can do it like a brother, do it like a dude Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you Do it like a brother, do it like a dude Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem We can do it like the man'dem, sugar, sugar, sugar We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem We can do it like the man'dem, sugar, sugar, sugar
Boys, c-come say what you wanna Boys, y-you need to lick my dollar Boys, gettin' hot under the collar Holla, holla, whoa
Boys, come say what you wanna Boys, y-you need to lick my dollar Boys, gettin' hot under the collar Holla, holla, whoa
I can do it like a brother, do it like a dude Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you Do it like a brother, do it like a dude Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
We can do it like a brother, do it like a dude Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you Do it like a brother, do it like a dude Grab my crotch, wear my hat low like you
We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem We can do it like the man'dem, sugar, sugar, sugar We can do it like the man'dem, man'dem We can do it like the man'dem, sugar, sugar, sugar
Do it, do it like a dude Do it, do it low like you Do it, do it like a dude Do it, do it like a dude"
I sang, Berra doing backup. They all looked severely shocked at the song. I smirked.
A different setting.
"ANGEL OF DARKNESS"!
"Angel of darkness Angel of darkness The world is in your hand, But I will fight until the end. Angel of darkness Angel of darkness Don't follow your command, But I will fight and I will stand.
When darkness falls, Pain is all, The Angel of Darkness will leave behind, and I will fight.
The love is lost, beauty and light, have vanished from garden of delight. The dreams are gone, midnight has come, the darkness is our new kingdom. Yeah-eah...
Chorus: Angel of darkness Angel of darkness The world is in your hand, But I will fight until the end. Angel of darkness, Angel of darkness Don't follow your command, But I will fight and I will stand.
Hunt goes on, deep in the night, time to pray, down on your knees, you can't hide from the eternal light, until my last breath I will fight (I will fight...)
Now realize, the stars they die, darkness has fallen in paradise. but we'll be strong, and we will fight, against the creatures of the night.
Chorus:
Angel of darkness, Angel of darkness, The world is in your hand, But I will fight until the end. Angel of darkness, Angel of darkness Don't follow your command, But I will fight and I will stand."
Berra sang the chorus' but I sang everything else.
And the last.
"FINALLY, WE HAVE PON DE REPLAY!"
"Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up? All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more watts Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up? All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more watts Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
It goes one by one, even two by two Everybody in the floor let me show you how we do Let's go, dip it low, then you bring it up slow Wind it up one time, wind it back once more
(Come) Run(Run) Run(Run) Everybody move(Run)Lemme see you move(And)Rock it to the groove(Done)
Shake it 'til the moon becomes the sun(Sun)Everybody in the club give me a "run"(Run)If you ready to move say it(Yeah) One time for your mind say it(Yeah, yeah)
Well I'm ready for ya Come let me show ya You want to groove Im'a show you how to move
Come, come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up? All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more watts Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up? All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more watts Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
Hey Mr. Please Mr. DJ Tell me if you hear me Turn the music up
Hey Mr. Please Mr. DJ Tell me if you hear me Turn the music up
It goes one by one, even two by two Everybody in the club gon be rockin' when I'm through Let xthe bass from the speakers run through ya sneakers Move both ya feet and run to the beat
(Come)Run(Run)Run(Run)Everybody move(Run)Lemme see you move(And) Rock it to the groove(Done)
Shake it 'til the moon becomes the sun(Sun)Everybody in the club give me a "run"(Run)If you ready to move say it(Yeah) One time for your mind say it(Yeah, yeah)
Well I'm ready for ya Come let me show ya You want to groove Im'a show you how to move
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up? All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more watts Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more watts Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
Hey Mr. Please Mr. DJ Tell me if you hear me Turn the music up
Turn the music up right now
Hey Mr. Please Mr. DJ Tell me if you hear me Turn the music up
Turn the music up right now
Okay everybody get down if you feel me Put your hands up to the ceiling Everybody get down if you feel me Come and put your hands up to the ceiling
Everybody get down if you feel me Put your hands up to the ceiling Everybody get down if you feel me Come and put your hands up to the ceiling
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay, Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up? All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more watts Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up?
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay, Come Mr. DJ, won't you turn the music up? All the gyal pon the dance floor wantin' some more watts Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up?"
I sang this one solo. I always did the more upbeat songs, while Bella did the medium-slow songs, unless it was a duet. She did enjoy the faster ones. While the movie was playing, I had changed into some sports shorts, and a tee.
"Those are our better ones. " I said with a smile, the video ending.
"Wow, you guys actually had concerts?"
"Yup! Some of our best days… Really stressful though…" I frowned. I imagined Orihime putting two fingers to the corners of my mouth and pulling them up into a smile.
I burst out laughing, getting strange looks. Berra just smirked, knowing what I was thinking about.
"You people are totally uneducated!" I giggled. I grabbed them all, pulling them to my bed, going over to my collection of DVDs and pulling out a certain anime. Bleach is fucking amazing… I thought.
I pushed it in, explaining the events thus far. We had skipped into the Arrancar arc, my very favorite part. And we were watching the episode when Ulquiorra died.
Ichigo cero'd him, and I started cursing. I was fucking pissed as hell as I normally was watching this part, a few tears leaking out as he faded away, reaching for Inoue. She made a grab, but his hand turned to ashes.
DAMN YOU TO HELL, ICHIGO! I screamed in my head. I said worse than that out loud.
"And now, for the ridiculously funny filler episode!" I chimed.
I pulled out a separate disk. Berra had already seen this episode, as had I, a million times, but it was still funny as hell.
All I could say was, "The beach episode!"
The boys had blushed through many parts of the hilarious episode, and when it was over, I pushed in another.
Episode 132!
The boys got excited over the awesomeness of Toshiro's soccer skills, and had laughed at the 'grade-schooler bit'. They had all flipped when the Adjuchas showed up. I ended up dying of laughter as they exhibited different emotions every second.
After the fillers, we went back to the Winter War.
When Tia turned into her Resurrection, the boys all had fairly consistent blushes, as the greater part of her boobs were hanging loose.
Toshiro pwns though. Midgets are officially the best thing in the world.
I began to yawn, and so did the others. We just laid there, watching Bleach until we fell asleep. I woke up first, to my surprise. And to my embarrassment, I was cuddled into Mori's chest, hands clutching his shirt, his arms around me. I was in the fetal position. I saw the twins curled up together, which I had expected. Somehow, Tamaki and Haruhi had gotten tangled up in the same sheet, while Kyoya was in a relaxed sitting position. Hunny was behind Mori, his fists also in Mori's shirt.
I snuggled further into his chest. It- He was nice and firm, but warm and soft. My feet were freezing, so I curled myself up further, pressing my frozen appendages into the warmth that was Takashi. He jumped slightly, and I felt him look down. I pretended to be asleep. He was so warm… It was almost like he was a space heater!
I dozed off again, the warmth comforting and making me drowsy. I woke up with the majority of the host club staring at me.
"What?" I said. I didn't growl, or glare. I was shocked. It had been forever since I had woken up in a decent mood.
Tamaki 'Kyaa~'ed, and I rolled my eyes.
"You're going to put me in a bad mood." I warned him. He immediately stopped, and went and cowered in a corner.
"If any of you so much as opens this door a quarter of a centimeter, I will chop your heads off, got it?" I yelled. I was changing. I put on a pair of dark boot-cut jeans, and a tee with "My face is up here" on it. I pulled on a pair of black motorcycle boots, walking out.
"Let's go!" I called, taking off.
"Go where?" they asked.
"Hmmm… I dunno." I shrugged, going out to the garage and getting on my Ducati, sliding on. Their eyes were huge.
"WE DIDN'T KNOW YOU HAD A MOTORCYCLE!" the twins yelled.
"You never asked. And yup, this is my child. My Sweet Sixteen present. They just delivered it." I smirked. My Ducati was silver with black and cyan detailing, built for speed.
"Bye!" I said, popping my helmet on, sliding the key in, and smoothly turning it. I stuck my tongue out, winking as I sped off.
I headed to the mall, needing to do some shopping. Why? Because I'm a girl.
I looked back, and saw a limo following me. I smirked at them as I wove my way through traffic.
I got to the mall, and pulled in a sharp turn, doing almost parallel to the ground. What can I say? I love stunt riding.
I got out and went to a vendor, and read 'Taiyaki' on his sign. I ordered a chocolate-filled fish, and ate it from the head up.
"Wow, Ari-chan, you really are like a kitty!" I heard Hunny call as he ran and glomped me. I held him on my hip.
"Want one?" I asked. He nodded, and I bought some more, giving them to him, keeping one for myself. I ate it slowly, savoring each chocolaty bite. I licked my lips afterward, going towards the Japanese version of Victoria's Secret. Hunny had already gone and climbed up Mori. Well, at least he wasn't going down on Mori. I smirked at my inside joke.
I walked in, looking around until I found the equivalent of a 32D.
I plucked a lacy, light blue bra from the rack, finding the matching underwear easily. I went and tried it on; soon finding the cups wouldn't support my breasts properly.
I replaced my clothing, walking out of the dressing area, browsing until I found a 32DD, hoping that it would cover and support more. It was a push-up, so…
I walked back into the room, putting it on. Thank God, it covered most everything. I got the matching underwear, and found several more prints in the same style. I carried those as I browsed the perfume. I picked out one, and went up to the counter, paying for my items with my Chase card.
I walked out with the bags, spotting the others. They hadn't followed me into Victoria's Secret, thank God almighty.
I walked towards them, turning and going into Bath and Body Works, getting the complete Midnight Pomegranate collection. It was my 'signature' scent.
I walked back out, going into an 'Adult' store, picking out three or four new full corsets, two cosplay corsets, three under-bust, along with two new garter belts.
Then I went into a Halloween shop, getting five pairs of thigh-highs, and four petticoats.
Along the way, a Lolita shop appeared and I spent a good two hundred US dollars in the thing! I got two new coats, four new gothic Lolita shirts, two pairs of pants, three skirts, four pairs of shoes and boots, and eight pairs of gloves.
By the tie I was done shopping, I had amassed about fifteen stuffed shopping bags. I regret the fact that motorcycles have no trunks at times like these.
"Hey, can you guys please carry these in the limo?" I asked politely.
"Sure!" the twins grinned. I knew they would look through it, but why did I need to hide any of it?
"Here ya go!" I said, handing them the bags. They sagged almost to the ground under the weight of the clothes and other things.
"How can you carry so much?" they practically shouted.
"What do you mean? My normal amount of bags is twice that." I frowned.
Their eyes widened, the twins yelling, "WHAT?"
"We thought you were poor!" Tamaki shouted.
"Not exactly. In the US, my family is comfortably middle-classed. But all my grandparents are very well off, and they spoil their oldest biological grandchild. My monthly allowance is a hundred dollars, and 1500$ at the beginning of a year." I said, my head tilted as I thought.
"How much yen is that?" Hikaru asked.
"Well, Hika-chan, I believe it is the equivalent of 117,860¥, not adding the 100USD per month." I told them.
"How did you know I was Hikaru!"
"Easy. I did tell you I have twin sisters. They have a nasty way of switching classes with each other. I, unfortunately, have to be there on test day, because I'm the only one who can tell them apart. They have colored contacts, and sometimes they'll wear blue or red to fool everyone." I shrugged.
"We're all we got in this world
When it spins, when it swirls
When it whirls, when it twirls
Two little beautiful girls" my phone rang.
"That's them now!" I said, snapping my phone open, putting it one speaker.
"Hey boo-boo's!" I teased.
"Hey, Orihime-chan!" they said together in Japanese, and I could they were smirking.
"I hate that damn nickname!" I cursed.
"Well, now you know how we feel." They snarked.
"So, what's up?" I asked.
"Eh, not much. Your cats are giving us hell. Ichi won't shut up. He stays in your room pretty much all day." Rire said.
"Well, Tai went to the Vet today. He had a mild cold. It came out of your card." Ravi said.
"Fine. But I hate it when ya'll use my card without telling me! It's rude!" I pouted.
"Card?" the male twins asked. I held up a finger.
"You guys are on speaker! Say hi!" I told them.
"YOU JUST TOLD US NOW!" they yelled.
"Yup. And that wasn't hi." I said, a smirk curling my lips.
"Dammit. HEY! So, what've you been doing?"
"Oh, I joined a host club, just went shopping, and got a new tat and a tongue ring and another set of cartilage piercings."
"You joined a what? And mom and dad are gonna be pissed; they told you no more tats or piercings."
"Dad only said we couldn't get any facial piercings or he'd rip them out. He didn't say anything about tongue piercing or cartilage piercings."
"He still told you no more tats." They deadpanned.
"Eh, oh well. He'll get over it. Hell, Ms. Liza had more than I do! She has about twenty!"
"But you aren't Mrs. Liza."
"Dammit."
"We won't tell. You need to send us some pics!" they whined.
"Fine." I said. I turned the phone around, put it on camera mode, stuck my newly-pierced tongue out, and took a picture. I texted it to them.
They laughed as they received it.
"You know dad said you don't look like yourself unless your tongue is sticking out!" I heard Rire chime.
"Yeah. After my 8th grade Award's Ceremony, he made me pose in front of the school with my tongue out and said the same thing." I said, laughing.
"How… how's mom?" I murmured.
"She… she's getting worse. She barely gets out of bed. She doesn't eat any more than maybe once a day, and then it's light, even lighter than her normal ice cream. The doctors said maybe three months, if the surgery isn't done. Even with the iron treatments, it would only postpone it…" Ravi sniffled.
"Oh my God…Three months…" I said.
A tear dripped down my cheek and I felt my hearing go away, and I got dizzy, swaying. My sight went black.
"Where… where am I?" I blearily mumbled.
"In your room." The twins answered.
"Why did you faint, Princess?" Tamaki asked, concerned.
"My mother… the doctors said she only has three months left…" I spoke softly.
Their eyes got huge, and their mouths opened in shock and sorrow for me.
I started sobbing. She's gonna die… in three months. Three months, and I'm not gonna be there.
I felt large arms envelope me. I looked up through blurry eyes.
It was Mori. He was hugging me. I flushed.
"God. I hate crying!" I fussed.
"What's wrong with your mother?" Tamaki asked gently.
"Soon after I was born, my mother had a weight-loss surgery, where they put a band on her lower esophagus to cut down on food. She didn't follow the instructions or something, and now she can't eat. She's been like this for nearly seventeen years. The only things she could eat without it coming up was ice cream. Only the ice cream and drinks kept her running. But she has severe anemia now, and if we can't pay over thirty thousand dollars to fix it, or pay two hundred dollars a week, she'll die." I whispered.
"How many yen is that?" they asked.
"For the surgery, it would be 2,357,214." I answered absently, rubbing my eyes furiously.
"We'll have a fundraiser! We'll raise the money!" Tamaki proclaimed.
"Thank you, Mori-sempai!" I said, pecking him on the cheek, not noticing how he blushed.
"You would do that for me?" I asked, astonished.
"Of course! You're part of the family now!" he said.
I started crying again, glomping him and kissing him on the cheek. He flipped.
"They started from my left eye, they're happy tears." I chuckled.
"Hunh?"
"It's been proven that sad tears will start from the right eye, and happy tears will come from the left or something like that." I explained, laughing.
"Ah…That's strange."
"Yeah, but it's true."
"Anyway, what do you think we should do for the fundraiser?"
"Hmmm. I was thinking a series of events. Maybe some auctions and dances?" I suggested.
"Go on." Kyoya encouraged.
"Well, we could have a bigger version of the online auctions, and have an auction for an hour with each host, Berra and I. And we could have a Masquerade, a traditional ball, and a Social." I continued.
"A social?" they asked.
"Oh, it's something we did in Junior High. We basically went to a huge party, with lots of music and food, and you basically talk and dance with your friends the whole time." I explained, "You normally have to pay a certain amount to get in and have to pay for what foods you want." I explained, "Usually some of the most popular songs at the time are played. For example, at one of ours, we had 'Dynamite', which used to be a really popular song in America. They're really fun."
"Ah." Was the general consensus.
"That sounds interesting." Haruhi said. Everyone was shocked.
"Yup! So with your permission, King and Prince, I'll get started planning!"
"You?" Kyouya asked, an eyebrow rising into his hairline.
"Un hunh. I throw the best parties! You can deal with the auctions, etc." I smiled.
"All right." He agreed.
I grabbed my notebook, and opened it to a blank page, wanting to start planning the Masquerade.
Hmmm… Color themes? Well, my color royal blue/navy, Tamaki's is scarlet/gold, Kyouya's is violet/black, the twins are sky blue and orange, Hunny's is pink, and Mori is silvery gray. Berra, of course, is emerald green.
So… since this is a masquerade, we should invite the guests to dress in their favorite host's color! And the most favorite'd host will… I don't know, sing, or something?
Next… what food? Well, baked goods, seafood- eugh-, maybe some foreign food?
Now, our clothing should reflect not only personality, but looks too. I'll have the twins sew up the costumes I make.
First, I'll wear a dark, peacock blue dress made of velvet. The top will be straight across, and the straps will be fairly thick and straight, with crisscrossing straps in the back, and one will be like a choker. Floor length. The boys will all wear the same tuxes, maybe with different colored vests and ties or bowties?
"Hikaru! Kaoru! Now!" I ordered.
"Yes Ma'am!" they said, saluting. I glared for a moment, before showing them the designs I had come up with. They approved, with a few minor adjustments, mainly to my dress. I agreed warily.
For the traditional balls, we would all wear kimonos, etc.
I already had mine, so I just carefully designed the boy's, handing the designs off to the twins.
They took them easily, liking them.
Now, there will be a seated dinner with a seven-course meal at the traditional ball, so no planning needed.
"Ok, I have everything planned." I addressed them.
"How?" Kyouya asked in disbelief.
"Easy. Now, listen," I commanded, "During the Masquerade, everyone must wear masks at all times. Each host and hostess will wear a certain color that will be announced publically. This color is predetermined. The host- or hostess- with the most girls wearing their color, therefore signifying their favored host, will have to perform, by A) Playing an instrument, or B) Singing.
For the Seated Dinner and Ball, everyone will wear traditional clothing, hakama and kimonos. They will also be in some variations of your designated color. There will be a traditional seven-course meal and a band of course, with all classical music.
Finally, for the Social, everyone will be able to wear what they choose, but it can be semi-dressy, and it cannot look trashy. Not that any of you would do that anyway… But there will be concessions sold, such as homemade baked goods and foreign foods." I finished, letting my breath out.
"Wow, you can really plan things well, and fast." The normal culprits- AKA Mitsukuni, the twins, and Tamaki- cheered.
"Thank you." I said, bowing.
"For the auction, I suggest you bring some highly valued personal items. There will be bidding for the items. Afterwards, food will be served.
For the hour, there will be bids, and then the hour will happen. There will be limits as to what they ask you to do." Kyouya imparted.
"Very good. Now we need to announce it to the school. What order are we having them in?" I asked.
"I believe we should have the Social, Hour, Bidding, Masquerade, and Formal." Berra injected.
"That will suffice." Kyouya approved.
"My little minions, how soon can you have the outfits done?" I questioned.
"Hmmm…. By next Tuesday." They collaborated.
"Ok. Then I guess we'll have one event per week, all on Fridays. Normal hosting hours will be canceled on those days. Pictures will be taken at a cost, etc." I decided. They all nodded.
"I'm sleepy… I need a nap. Planning always makes me tired and impatient." I grouched. Mori's eyes flashed in amusement, and they laughed. I pouted.
"Night…" I mumbled, stumbling my way to my bed, collapsing onto the softness, lazily rolling over and pulling the thick comforter over myself, snuggling into the bed. I drifted away…
"Get up, Ari! We have school today!" I heard the twins call.
"Fine…" I growled, rolling out of bed. I went to the closet, grabbed a long-sleeved white shirt, grabbed my new red and black under-bust corset, adjusting the straps. I grabbed a pair of black satin capris, pulling those on, settling my feet into a pair of soft black heels.
I brushed my hair until it was silky, letting it down, and pinning it with two ruby and onyx hair pins on either side.
I walked downstairs, grabbing a plum.
I ate it and tossed the pit into a trashcan in the garage, mounting my Ducati before taking off, bag and books in hand.
I arrived at school by screeching to a halt in front of it, shocking most of the present population.
I hopped off, signaling one of the valets, slipping off my helmet and tossing it to him.
I sauntered up the steps with my bag, going to my classroom. I pulled out a thick, hard cover book with 'Infinity' on the front. It was blue with a teen guys' silhouette on the front. I love that series…It is awesome! He's such a smartass, in the funniest way possible. And Ash is a total badass!
I got started on reading it again, and Kyoya and Tamaki entered the room.
"Hey, you guys! I have a cosplay idea!" I told them.
"What is it!" Tamaki asked.
"I'll tell you after club, ok?"
The teacher came in, beginning another boring day of stupid crap.
During club, it was just the general, "Sing for us!" "Play for us", no cosplay.
Club was over quickly, and Tamaki burst out, "SOWHATISYOURCOSPLAYIDEA?"
"Ummm… Black Butler, the Circus arc vs. the First season. It can be to kick off the Social!" I said.
"What's Black Butler?" they asked. I pulled down the TV screen, popped in the first season and brought out popcorn.
We immediately sat down, watching how Ciel ordered around Sebastian- SEXY! - and how Sebastian-SEXY! - did them with perfect poise- SEXY!-.
I was a total yaoi fan girl for Ciel and Sebastian, it was true. It was funny when Ciel dressed as a girl, and equally funny when the good Viscount Druid hit on him.
I swear, Tamaki just about pissed his pants ten times. I love Pluto, but I hate Angela.
After we finished both seasons- yes, I forced both on them- (They nearly died when Alois licked Ciel's ear…), I showed them the manga, skipping Volume 5 –as it's basically a filler- and moving on to the circus arc, which was one of the best. I also showed them the next, and the newest, incomplete School arc.
"I like Violet!" I told them.
"Ah. He is the patron of the Art house." Kyouya stated, pushing his glasses up.
"Uh... that too, but maybe 'cause he's hot and emo? But I have to admit, I like Sebastian better. Agni's cool too, but Snake's my favorite!" I enthused.
"So, who will be who?" Tamaki asked.
"Oh, that's easy!" I said.
"I'm Doll, Berra's Celia, the female version of Ciel, Kyouya's Sebastian, the twins can be Joker and Dagger, Hunny-sempai will be Finny, Mori-sempai can be Vincent, and Haruhi can be… Freckles! Tamaki… you're the hardest one to place…" I muttered.
"Hmmm… Tamaki... You can be Pluto!" I decided. He flipped. I held out a hand, giving him an evil look.
"Twins!" I snapped, "I want them to be perfectly accurate, got it!"
"Yes, Mistress!" they said, saluting before running off.
I got online, and ordered the appropriate wigs, and accessories, like Sebastian's pocket watch, a Pluto-collar, the Phantomhive rings, and clip on earrings, as I doubt Mori or Kyouya would get their ears pierced, and colored contacts, for Berra, Kyouya, the twins, Hunny, Haruhi, and Tamaki, and Mori. I, on the other hand, would have to wear all that crap, just without contacts.
Soon enough the cosplays were done and it was decided that we would dress up in Friday.
"MAKE SURE YOU PRACTICE YOUR ACCENTS!" I yelled after them. I had ridden to school on my bike, along with Berra.
*** FRIDAY***
Friday afternoon came, and I picked my costume up off the rack in the back, going into a changing room, taking my clothes off, binding my breasts, and slipping the costume on, pulling my hair up into a swim cap before putting the rose head-covering on, and slipping the dress on, pulling the arm warmers on, the stockings, the neck-covering, and the shoes, before tying the black-and-white striped cloth around the middle of the dress.
I came out, and the twins were already dressed as their respective characters. Kaoru did my makeup, making me look very beautiful. My eyelids were pale silver, and my lashes were extremely long and enhanced with black mascara.
I walked out of the changing rooms and into the main room, where everyone was dressed. Mori caught my attention first; he looked exactly like Vincent, who despite being a father and probably at least ten years older than me, was sexy as hell. He had blue studs in his ears, a blue-gray wig on his head, and deep blue contacts. He looked wonderful. I wish we had a Diedrich; it was one of the most popular yaoi pairings, I had quickly found out. I almost had a nosebleed.
Celia came out, her long pigtails hanging down cutely, her dress lovely and fitting, her hat covering one eye, almost like mine. She was so cute! Just like a robin, in the immortal words of Viscount Druid.
Next to catch my attention was Kyoya, who looked uber-sexy as Sebby-kun.
Haruhi looked great as Freckles, pulling off the nervousness easily.
The twins looked great; very fitting, as Hikaru was Joker and Kaoru was Dagger. It was amusing, because the pairing was pretty popular, so it wouldn't be too off base.
Hunny looked adorable as Finny, although a tad odd sitting on Vincent's shoulder, as Vincent had died before Finny had come into their employ.
Pluto bounded into the room, wild silver-white wig swaying as he bounced around, thankfully not naked, but in a suit.
"This reminds me of Mecca-con with Lizzie and Lonnie!" I gasped to Berra.
"Yup. Remember?" she said, smirking.
"Man whore!" I pronounced in a perfect English accent, before Berra responded,
"Virgin!" also in a perfect English accent.
"Let's call them up and send a picture!" I happily said. I snapped one, texting it to them.
"T-t-tongues always pressed to your cheeks
While my tongue is on the inside of some other girl's teeth
You tell your boyfriend, if he says he's got beef
That I'm a vegetarian and I ain't fucking scared of him" my phone rang.
"Hey Lizzie!" I chimed, while Berra just said, "Hi!"
"So, why're you and hot guys dressed in Black Butler cosplay?" she asked.
"My idea! We did the traditional thing, ya know, the 'man whore vs. virgin' thing? We wanted to show them the real thing." I said.
"Open your laptop." She commanded. We did as she asked, and she and Lonni popped up on the screen.
"Oy! Hey, Lonnie!" we called.
"Let's get started!" they said, Lizzie in her Alois cosplay, and Lonnie in her Ciel costume, with wigs, etc. on.
"Man-whore!" I glared.
"Virgin." Alois teased.
"Slut."
"Bitch."
"Love!"
"SMILE!"
"What?" Ciel snapped, his face irritated.
"He won't stop it!" we said at the same time, but Alois said 'it'.
"Both of you, shut up!" he sounded.
"So, Ciel, when are you going to out with me?" Alois pouted.
"Never, you stupid spider. Now get off of me!" During the dialogue, Alois had climbed into Ciel's lap.
"You're no fun." Alois said, smirking, "You need to loosen up a little, Ciel."
"Hell no! Now get off!" Ciel shouted, standing up, ending with Alois on the floor, where he pulled Ciel down on top of him, before switching their positions so Alois was on top.
"Get off, damn it!" Ciel yelled.
*** THIS HAS BEEN CENSORED***
The Host club looked slightly green, as Alois had just been thrown out a window.
"Don't worry!" I said, "This is a daily occurrence for them! You should have the first time we had Anime party! Unfortunately, we were all in our pajamas… They scared the fuck outta me when we went to her mom's bedroom. They had me on the floor, Lonnie had on arm around here," I indicated beneath my chest, "And they started talking. It basically went like this, starting with Lizzie- "I want to play with her!" "You can't touch my toys." "Why not? She's my toy too!"- And then, she basically hover over me, and they were so close it looked like they were going to kiss!"
"Yeah! I walked in during it, and her eyes were huge, and she was the color of a ghost! But after that, we started messing around. I believe we tied Lonnie to the headboard with a necklace chain and a scarf. And at the end, Sara fell asleep to sex noises…." She said thoughtfully.
The club's dignities –not to mention jaws- were on the ground, their eyes bugging out.
"I still have the pictures! See?" I said, showing them the laptop. I noticed the fact that Mori either covered Hunny's eyes and ears.
Lonnie tied to the bed, me being accosted as a toy, both of them straddling one another, pinning each other to the floor, Lizzie pulling Lonnie into a chair, a video where Sara fell asleep with the girls moaning and panting- it was amusing, actually.
"We need to tease her about that again…" I said.
I dialed her number, getting a sleepy, "Wha-"
"Hey Sara- Mistress we just watched the video, so we wanted to call you!"
"Mistress?"
-In the Background-
"We went to school together in Middle School. I'm not sure what exactly happened to make her call Sara Mistress, but she did. She even wore a collar sometimes. Lots of guys thought it was hot." Berra shrugged.
"Wait, is she-"Kaoru asked.
"A lesbian?" Hikaru finished.
"HELL NO! I told you that already! I might swing both ways, but me and Sara are just good friends!" I yelled, covering the phone with a hand.
"Swing both ways?" they asked.
"I'll let her explain that to you guys." Berra said, covering her mouth as she started laughing.
-MAIN-
"Bye." I hung up the phone.
"Hey, Ari, they want to know what 'swing both ways' means." She chuckled.
I turned, giving them a 'Where the hell have you been?' look.
"To swing both ways means to be bi." I said.
"Bi?"
"Bisexual. As in, I like both sexes. I, however, prefer guys, but I haven't gone out with a girl before though." I lectured.
"…" Their eyes were wide, and I started laughing.
"You couldn't tell?" I asked.
"Uh… no... not really." The twins said.
"OH MY GOD! MY DAUGHTER LIKE GIRLS AND BOYS!" Tamaki yelled.
"I DO NOT want that broadcast through the school, got it?" I threatened, "And you, ya damn perverted bastard, shut the fuck up! I am not your daughter!"
"Hmmm… Pedo-bear." Berra said, grabbing her stomach. I looked at her, and started laughing.
"He's not creepy enough for pedo-bear!" I gasped.
"Debatable!" Berra chimed.
Kyoya cleared his throat.
"I believe it would be an excellent idea for the two of you to sing at each of the balls and dance. I have calculated that it would increase profits by 43.56398 percent." He said, adjusting his glasses, the gleam shining to where you couldn't see his eyes.
"Sure. It would be fun!" we shouted, "We're picking the songs."
"All right. Places!" Kyoya said.
The door opened, "What are your orders, Mistresses (Master- Berra and I, we were now a double act)"
They cooed over our costumes, accents, the show, etc. as we poured tea.
*** At the Social***
I was dressed to the max in a pair of short black shorts with my knee-high boots. I wore my hair in a ponytail, with a long, sleeveless sky blue tunic that flowed breezily as I danced. Berra wore a short black skirt, black leggings underneath, a hot pink halter top, hot pink contacts, and her hair was put up in a side ponytail. She wore black ballet flats.
Mori was the second other person I noticed. Why wouldn't I? Not only was he eye-candy, he was huge!
On that note, he was wearing a black pair of jeans, a button-down shirt in dark blue, and a matching hoodie. Black shoes adorned his feet. He looked hotter than normal, or maybe it was just me…
On his shoulder was Hunny, who looked adorable in a soft pink polo and a hoodie with floppy ears just like Usa-chan's. He wore designer jean shorts, with brown leather loafers.
Next to him was Kyoya, who was dressed in black slacks, black shoes, and a black long-sleeved shirt with a crimson satin tie.
Tamaki was blubbering about Haruhi being grown up. He was dressed much like Kyouya but all in white, with a lavender tie.
Haruhi was dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a chocolate-colored short-sleeved shirt. She wore brown cowboy boots- borrowed from me- and looked really nice.
Kaoru and Hikaru were dressed in their normal out-of-school outfits, meaning off the shoulder shirts in orange and blue, with hoodies and jean shorts.
It was almost time for us to go on, so we went to the hosts' room, getting our outfits, which looked awesome. I slipped mine on.
The top was high-collared, and black. Partially detached sleeves left my shoulders bare, a thick piece of black material on the both ends, the rest black lace.
It looked split down the middle with two thin leather strips, while just across the bust there were more leather strips, with four silver studs on each side, and above the one-before-last on the outer ends, there was a thick strip of black material under a leather cord, much like a corsets'. My skirt was long, and black, but layered with spiky pieces of material, with holes and strips of cloth connecting the layers. My boots were what I called my 'hooker boots', which meant kick-ass thigh-highs with thick buckles every half-inch, with five-inch platform bottoms.
Berra's outfit was also punk-Goth, with off-the-shoulder sleeves like mine, but hers were solid black, with lace ruffle cuffs. Two rings of cloth with eyelet holes rimmed with silver metal, much like the two strips to either side of her bust, which had thin silver chains on the inner eyelets, as it had two columns of them. A leather cross design was inconspicuous under the chains.
Her skirt was a waterfall, put simply. It had cobweb-style lace over its shags of material that gradually got longer from right to left. A collar loosely sat on her neck, eyelets on it, a buckle keeping it in place. Her ankle-length boots lifted her up almost nine inches.
"Time to do this!" I said, grabbing her. We put long, black leather coats on over our outfits, our hair now up and makeup done.
We got to the stage in the ballroom, and we grabbed a mike each, giving each other a look.
"Nothing I say comes out right
I can't love without a fight
No one ever knows my name
When I pray for sun, it rains
I'm so sick of wasting time
Nothing's moving in my mind
Inspiration can't be found
I get up and fall but...
[CHORUS]
I'm ALIVE!
I'm ALIVE! Oh, yeah
Between the good and bad's where you'll find me
Reaching for heaven
I will fight
And I'll sleep when I die
I live, my life, I'm ALIVE!
Every lover breaks my heart
And I know it from the start
Still I end up in a mess
Every time I second guess
All my friend's just run away
When I'm having a bad day
I would rather stay in bed
But I know there's a reason...
I'm ALIVE!
I'm ALIVE! Oh, yeah
Between the good and bad's where you'll find me
Reaching for heaven
I will fight
And I'll sleep when I die
I live, My life, I'm ALIVE!
When I'm bored to death at home
When he won't pick up the phone
When I'm stuck in second place
Those regrets I can't erase
Only I can change the end
Of the movie in my head
There's no time for misery
I won't feel sorry for me
[CHORUS]
I'm ALIVE!
I'm ALIVE! Oh, yeah
Between the good and bad's where you'll find me
Reaching for heaven
I will fight
And I'll sleep when I die
I live, My life, ohh!
[CHORUS]
I'm ALIVE!
I'm ALIVE! Oh, yeah
Between the good and bad's where you'll find me
Reaching for heaven
I will fight
And I'll sleep when I die
I live, my life x2
I'm ALIVE!" We sang, cheers ringing out, screaming about how great we were.
"Do you know why we're hosting these parties and the auctions?" I asked.
"No…" was the answer.
"My mother is dying, and unless we raise over two million yen, I will be motherless in less than three months." I quietly told them, a tear slipping out.
"Oh my God…" "How sad…"
"So please, donate and have a good time!" I yelled. I pulled up a picture, putting it on the big screen.
"This is my mother!" I yelled.
A woman with a slim face and dark brunette hair tinted red came up, smiling, her billowy hair just past her shoulders. Her eyes were beautiful, a dark turquoise with veins of chocolate in them, with the occasional little ball of chocolate. She had lots of freckled, light and dark, and her lips were magenta. She wore no makeup, but still looked lovely. Next was her in a darker picture, super slim and in a plum suit, on the arm of my stepfather. Her hair was cut short, making her look like a pixie.
She was at my third birthday party, leaning over me as I blew out the candles, a plastic tiara on my head, a Barbie-themed cake on the table. I had shorter and lighter hair, light skin, and no freckles. My eyes were a bright blue. I was tiny.
Two little babies in her arms, one with sapphire eyes and the other with scarlet, snowy hair downy on their little heads, just looked up at her.
My older brother, kissing her on the cheek, when she was in a hospital bed, tears leaking from her eyes, his light blue eyes and dark blond hair contrasting against her moon-pale skin, my stepfather in the background.
The family picture I had shown to Hunny, the cats in our laps, and on our shoulders. Ichi sat in my lap, Houdini on my neck like a stole, his paw on Ichi's head. Rire held Kole, my mother Gray Baby and Mae, my dad Dude, and Ravi held Tai. The tank sat in the middle of us, Eruka and Kermit floating through the waters while the long-finned, silvery blue beta Suiren swam gracefully between them.
Her when she and my aunt were little.
"Times have changed and times are strange
Here I come, but I ain't the same
Mama, I'm coming home
Times gone by seem to be
You could have been a better friend to me
Mama, I'm coming home
You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized, Yeah
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes
You made me cry, you told me lies
But I can't stand to say goodbye
Mama, I'm coming home
I could be right, I could be wrong
Hurts so bad, it's been so long
Mama, I'm coming home
Selfish love yeah we're both alone
The ride before the fall
But I'm gonna take this heart of stone
I just got to have it all
I've seen your face a hundred times
Every day we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause Mama, Mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
(Solo)
You took me in and you drove me out
Yeah, you had me hypnotized
Lost and found and turned around
By the fire in your eyes
I've seen your face a thousand times
Every day we've been apart
I don't care about the sunshine, yeah
'Cause Mama, Mama, I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home
I'm coming home" I sang solo. I was crying softly by the end of the song.
I stepped off the stage, mobbed by tearful fan girls and boys, telling me about the donations they had made.
I thanked them all for their generosity before meeting up with Berra.
"Berra, she's your Aunt. You should have said something!" I scolded.
Only Hunny and Mori were around.
"Aunt?" Hunny asked.
"You guys didn't know? Berra is my cousin." I told them, my eyes wide.
"We just thought you guys were really close friends." Hunny said.
"Nope, Cousins for life." I smiled.
"Takashi and I are cousins!" he happily bounced. I raised an eyebrow.
"Really? You guys look nothing alike…"
"Yup! Just like you and Berra-chan." Hunny clapped, "I'm going to go eat cake!"
"Bye!" we called.
We grabbed each other and danced around for a bit. I was close to having a break down. Everyone leaves me, one day, first my father, my cousins, friend, then the animals, mother, stepfather, and siblings.
Berra let go of me, and I made my way towards a random room far from the party with little to no likelihood of being found.
I curled into a ball, tears steaming. I silently cried, thanking God for wearing waterproof makeup.
It's insane how I kept crying, and crying, but I couldn't stop. I mumbled around, trying to find the words I wanted.
When I cried, I generally state my problem and harp over them before stopping.
I heard the door opening, and I instantly quiet.
"Arianna." I heard a deep voice say into the silent room. My gasping breaths had stopped.
The voice moved around the room, shuffling around a bit.
I saw long longs with dark jeans on, and I sighed silently. A head of black, spiky hair appeared, silver eyes glinting in the dark.
He knelt to the ground, reaching out and picking me up bridal style. I curled up further. I buried my tear-streaked and stained face into his hoodie, grasping it with all I had. I felt awful, a migraine making itself present, a dull throbbing exploding in my head, my throat protesting. My stomach felt heavy and my mouth was dry, and I felt emotionally exhausted. Mori seemed to understand, as he brought me to the Host Club rooms, laying me on the mattress, taking his hoodie off and covering me with it.
I embraced the blackness, the numb feeling suffocating me.
*** MAIN CLUB ROOMS***
"I found her." Mori reported quietly.
"Good." Berra said, the rest looking at her questioningly.
She took a deep breath, letting it out slowly.
"Ever since we were little, she's always had the most stress put on her. I was a close second. Her parents are divorced, and she gets to see her dad, my uncle, three times in a good year. Other times she's lucky if she sees him once.
Her stepfather is good to her, but all three of them have very high expectations, and she works hard to achieve those. Her stepfather expects excellent grades, as in, no C's. While this may seem easy, she has always excelled more in the arts, as you all know. She tries to excel at everything, giving herself more pressure. She spreads herself too thin, which makes her health decline. She got strep, tonsillitis and an ear infection all at the same time three times in six months, making her stay out of school for three weeks, which impacted her grades. Not only the academics, but the emotional blows are what are hurting her the most.
Her mother has been ill for a while, and her stepfather has been cut loose several times, meaning there was very little income coming in, and she always supports people the best she can. If she gets money, she buys everyone else something first. She also shoulders her mother's role in the family most of the time.
But the thing that bothers her the most is that, in her words, 'everyone leaves her'.
Which is partially true. Her mother might die, leaving her. He father left her when they got a divorce, and I and my siblings had to go when our parents split up and her family moved. When she moved, none of her friends really contacted her, she barely ever saw anyone, and to make matters worse, she began being bullied and teased for her personality. She ended up changing, a lot. She used to be almost angelic. She always spoke nicely to people, never cursed, and was perfectly well behaved, getting all A's and the occasional B. When this started, she grew an outer shell to protect her from people who might hurt her. Including us. She got more prickly and ill-behaved, and when she finds friends, her shell cracks, but eventually they leave, by going to a different school or abandoning her, which breaks her armor and leaves her tender. With all the stress, her shell is cracking, making her more emotional than most.
This happens every so often until she thickens her shell. Everyone she cares about ends up leaving her, one way or another.
Her parents push her, her teachers and friends too, and this pushing is hurting her. She's delicate, but her wrath is something no one wants to incur, because trust me, it's horrifying.
She protects the people she loves with all her might, and this is something very good about her. However, she tends to over-react, and gets angry easily, though she has a rash temper, her worst times are when someone is threatening her friends or family.
Several years ago, in Middle school, there was this one boy verbally attacking my boyfriend and me, calling me awful names. At the time, I was living separate from her, about two hours away, and my boyfriend and I had a long- distance relationship. When the guy threated me and him, she went up straight up to him and slapped him, uncaring of the consequences. He slapped her back. I remember Avery, my boyfriend, telling me that it was a solid red handprint, and it must have hurt something awful, but she didn't complain, she just took it, like she always does.
She has two ways of reacting: lashing out, which is her normal way, or closing herself in.
This happened when a girl in her and Lonnie's class abused Lonnie. The girl said something stupid, and when Lonnie tried to tell her different, the girl lashed out. Ari, however, just coldly retorted, and ignored the girl. This is when she's the angriest.
The other way that shows she is extremely angry is that she screams at people. I remember her telling me about the year when her mother said she couldn't see her father for something stupid she did, that wasn't even worth the punishment, thereby saying she couldn't see me, my sister and brother, her friends, our grandparents', and uncles. It was Christmas, too. Not only that, but her mother called and made him tell her that she couldn't come. After that, she threw a tantrum so bad I couldn't believe it. Her mother told me about it too. Apparently, Andy, her mom, called her back, and she wouldn't listen, screaming until she was hoarse before collapsing on her bed after slamming the door as hard as she could. She cried for over two hours straight. But she always thought of everyone else.
That night her stepfather took her, the girls, and Ash to Barnes and Nobles, which is a big book store with knickknacks and plushies and stuff. Even then, she picked out her mom a stuffed Eeyore, which was her mom's favorite character.
She's very full of contradictions, but there are so many cracks that the only thing holding her together is the stress. She needed to break, so that she could build herself up again. Her life has been so full of disappointments that I know she's actually surprised when something works out.
Her trips, for example, are the same way. One day it'll be, 'Oh, we're coming to get her tomorrow.' And the next day they'll call and cancel, and she'll maybe have one or two tears, if that. The day after they said they would, they came, and she was surprised, even though she knew that they were. It's sad, really.
Her dreams are either ridiculous, or horrendously upsetting when she remembers them. One morning she woke up crying, because in her dream, her Aunt Amy had a set of twins in her arms, and apparently one was a girl, with her aunt's blonde hair and light blue eyes, while the boy had dark hair, with sapphire eyes. Her aunt kissed them both on the forehead crying, before dying. Several days later, we found out that the In Vetro her Aunt had tried failed, the baby dying at three months. As you can see, it was very upsetting to her. Ever since that and finding out about her older brother, she has always had the fear of either no being able to have children, or her children dying. That's why she's so mature and maternal. You didn't see how she acted around the kids? "
They all looked at her sleeping form, her eyes wet from the tears. Her hair was slightly messy, down and pooling across her like a blanket. Her skin was paler than normal, eyes puffy and nose red. She was clutching onto the hoodie like a lifeline. She seemed ethereal; withdrawn and ghostly against the black of her clothes.
"Her brother?" they asked.
Berra looked saddened.
"Her older brother, Tomas. He was born about two years before her, but died minutes before the doctors got him out. He was adorable; from the picture I got when she showed me the first time seeing it. He had pitch-black hair, and dark eyes. But he had patches of skin that were peeling and red, and he looked so helpless, hopeless. She saw his grave and obituary before a picture. That was mildly traumatic to her, and that, paired with her Aunt's inability to have children, are what gave her that fear.
That and abandonment are her two greatest fears. Sure, she has smaller ones, like being terrified of heights, but besides that, those are her most horrifying ones. Despite abandonment being one of her worst fears, it seems to happen all the time.
I believe one of her others is getting sick with a deadly disease or something unknown and dying. All four of her grandparents have had cancer, therefore leaving her at an extremely high risk. In fact, her grandmother on her mother's side, her Nana, contracted Ovarian cancer just a few months ago. Apparently she's doing chemo now. Just before that, her husband had Prostate cancer. "
She looked ill, but they all looked mildly sick at this news.
They peered at her again. Berra took out a picture.
"This is him." She said, showing them a picture, patches of angry red skin all over his arms and torso, his hair thick, glossy and black. His eyes were mostly closed, but it said he had black eyes. He was adorable.
They were all slightly scared when she began stirring, moving around under the hoodie, tossing and turning, moaning.
"Rire! No, stop it! Don't leave me! Not again, please, don't go! It's my fault! Ravi, stay with me! Don't go, it was my fault! Don't die on me!" she cried, her puffy eyes streaming tears.
Berra ran over to her, brushing her hair back and settling the disturbed girl into her lap, holding her close.
"Ari… Ari, wake up. It's just a dream." She said sweetly.
"They... they died on me. They got shot! It was all my fault! I told them to get in the trunk! They listened, and they died." She screamed, crying hysterically.
They all looked lost as the girl sobbed into her cousin's chest, mumbling and crying out about her twin sisters that had died in the truck, which they took to mean the trunk of a car.
"It's ok… It's ok, look, I'll call them." Berra soothed, pulling her phone out.
She dialed the twins' number, and a voice answered.
"Who is this?" a heavy, stiflingly grieving voice growled, obviously male.
"Mr. Ben? Is that you? Is everything ok?" Berra asked.
"Daddy?" the girl cried.
"No. The… the… twins... they were out with friends skiing. There was a landslide... They don't think they made it." He growled, obviously very, very upset, "Andy is extremely distraught. I have to go. Bye, Berra."
"Oh my God… They left me!" Ari cried, while Berra sat there, in shock. The whole club was numb.
The girls, who were just fourteen, who they had talked to on the phone and heard, teasing their older sister, were dead.
How did you like it? It was very upsetting to write for me, as some of this is true for me. Especially the fears, episodes and history. My mother dying is partially correct. She did have the surgery, etc. But the doctors haven't given her a time… Bye!