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Slave
Chapter four - Let the game begin
By Memphizz
Shutting the door behind her, the redhead gave a sigh of relief. "Home."
Her face collapsed as if it were a pricked balloon. Her crimson orbs spouted exhaustion and fatigue from the especially stretched out day, and all thanks to a certain blond male, whose sense of time fails to exist. Dark bags loomed under her weary eyes, the balls of her feet ached. She rubbed her taut neck, attempting with failure to loosen the torrent stress that lingered like a loathed guest. She knew without qualm that this day will multiple into another thirty more days of restraining herself from developing a mental illness. The thought of surrender came and went, as she knew that she had to stand steady and persevere at any cost. Taking in a deep breath, she scrapped all thoughts of him.
As she entered her apartment, she removed her coat, hanging it on the coat hanger and ambled towards her answering machining with reluctance. The space held an urbane ambiance, with off-white walls, simple and streamlined kitchen and a spacious dining area, but it still offered a sense of relaxation. She pressed the play button on her machine.
You have twelve messages.
"Oh Mimi," she sighed, removing her shoes and began to rubbed her sore feet.
Message one: 'Sora! Sora! Are you home…I guess not yet. Call me! Xoxo.'
Message two: 'Are you home yet? Oh this is Mimi, hehe. Bye!'
Message three: 'Sora-chan! Sto-'
She hit delete.
Messages deleted.
Sora pinched the bridge of her nose. The repetitive sound of Mimi's piercing voice stemmed a headache. Her persistence does leave something to be desire, but she did mean well. Feeling the vibration of her phone in her pocket, she gave a growl. Pulling out the mobile, she gazed down at the small outer screen and presented an irritable scowl on her jaded face.
Of course…who else.
Ignoring the call turned into a welcoming temptation, but grasped at the inevitable truth that its tenacity would only resume until she answers.
She flipped open the phone and pressed it against her ear. "Hello Mimi."
"And why aren't answering her phone? Are you ignoring me? I mean if you don't want to talk to me anymore, that's fine with me. I could live with that, I do have other friends I could talk to, for your information," the brunette rambled on the other side.
Sora's eyes darted up towards the ceiling and she took a moment, allowing for her friend to settle down. "Do you feel better now," she inquired calmly.
"Yeah, I do actually. But please don't stop talking to me, I need you Sora, our friendship means everything to me, I would die of boredom without you, so plea-"
"Calm down Meems before you hurt yourself," interrupted Sora. "I'm not ignoring you and I'm sorry I haven't returned your calls, but I just got home. I was going to call you back, really."
In a matter of speaking.
"Thank God. I don't know what I would do without you," Mimi said releasing her relief. "Why did you get back so late?"
"Because Mr. Rocktstar was late," replied the annoyed redhead as she entered her open plan kitchen, in the pursuit of nourishment for her unfilled stomach.
"Oh...and? How was it meeting Yamato Ishida in the flesh?"
Wedging her phone between her shoulder and her ear, Sora inspected her bare fridge. "Well," releasing a sigh. "My predication was correct, he is an obnoxious prick."
"So it went well."
A frown flawed the redhead's features. "Ummm…yeah, kind of I guess," she responded with slight uncertainty and shrugged. "We didn't exactly threaten each other…that's a good thing right?"
"That's definitely a good thing. No risk of endangerment or humiliation," Mimi stated optimistically. "It's a positive start to an auspicious relationship."
"Ha, more likely like a hazardous relationship," Sora sneered, examining the edibility of last weeks Chinese take-away. "But he is still the most vulgar person I have ever met."
"At least he isn't the only one you've met. But you know that the world isn't good enough for these rich and famous types, besides he can't be that bad, right?"
"He's like a toxic mold to me," Sora replied bluntly.
"That bad huh," Mimi sighed.
"No, not really," Sora added. "I just would rather douse myself with fuel and set myself a light than be around him."
"Ok, very bad then," the brunette rephrased hastily.
"He thinks this whole set up is a game," Sora growled displeasingly as she dispose of the spoiled noodles and strolled towards her living area, plopping herself on her sofa. "Just another game, a game to keep him self amused and as a result plugging me into a journey of suffering. Destination…insanity."
"How do you know that? It could be fun."
Sora shook her head with a smile. Mimi's optimistic outlook fills life up like a cup with sparkling liquor, dissolving away the hopelessness. Anything that translates into a negative, her urge to twist it into a positive always prevailed. "I think you dialed the wrong planet Meems," she chuckled, leaning back against the sofa. "No game he constructs in that sick mind of his will be of any fun…but it doesn't mean I won't play along."
There was a deafening silence from the other side, but it was only for a brief moment. "What do you mean? What are you plotting?"
A sly grin marked the redhead's face. "I'm not going to let him win," she said casually. "To let him relish in victory is like allowing the eruption of an uncontrollable rage of madness. To let him triumph over me would be an insult to all women who have worked even harder in a man's world to achieve their dreams of being successful or trying to make something out of themselves, like for instance an international recognized fashion designer."
"Wow Sora…that was inspirational…I think I'm inspired, but I'm not sure why though." Mimi said honestly.
Sora arched a brow. "Thanks…I think."
"Don't mention it, but during your very inspiring speech, you didn't exact state how you're going to be triumphant," Mimi noted. "You aren't going kill him are you?"
"Well, I must confess the thought did occur to me," Sora admitted. "But no. I have something else better in mind."
Let the game begin…
Knock, knock, knock, knock!
With a cheerful grin plastered upon her face, Sora stood outside Yamato's apartment waiting for the soon-to-be aggravated leader-singer to open up for her and to welcome her with discontentment. The redhead could not help but envision the look that would appear on his face when he discovers the person who is excessively banging against his door was she. Priceless she thought waywardly. Her revenge descends perfectly like a curse from heaven and to her it would be sweet.
Pulling an unsatisfied face, she processed to pound her knuckles against the wooden barrier without hinder. Stubborn son of a bitch. Suddenly without warning, the door swung open and a disgruntled blonds' scowl greeted the female visitor with infuriation. It was like poetry in motion to her. "Good morning Mr. Ishida, this is your early wake up call. How are you feeling this glorious morning?"
He did not respond.
Adding to further injury, the corners of her mouth curved into a broad smile. "That's good to hear and I am doing great thank you ver-"
"Do you have any idea what time it is," he interrupted with a peeved tone, his glower unobstructed.
She dipped her head to her wrist watch. "6am on the dot," she informed cheerfully and took a more observant look at the guitarist. He stood shirtless before her, his thick mane trekking in all direction and his scent reeked of alcohol and cigarette smoke, but still his eyes glowed like blue coals. "Rough night?"
"Why are you here?"
"Well," ducking under his outstretched arm, she invited herself inside his apartment. As she entered, the intermingled smells of cheap perfume and whisky instantly assaulted her nostrils. "You have a 9 o' clock editorial shoot with the magazine and straight after that you have an interview."
Turning around to face his new guest, the irritable male folded his arms in font of his exposed chest. "So I will rephrase my question. What the hell are doing here?" Yamato asked crudely.
"Oooo…crabby today I see," she remarked, her orbs displaying a shimmer of glee.
Standing unmoved, he began to tense up slightly. Her snidely comment fell short to his amusement and her cheerfulness only added fuel to his fury. His feelings of contentment towards her had quickly fled to displeasure.
His lingering silence, suggested to her that he was waiting for her answer to his query.
"Well, I don't know how long it takes for you celebrity types to get ready," she answered in a standoffish manner as she darted her crimson eyes around the messy apartment. Empty beer cans and half full shot glasses littered the floor, items of discarded clothing laid scattered everywhere. The space represented anything but order and efficiency. A frown shadowed her face when she noticed a pair of lacy red panties resting on the kitchen counter. "For all I know it takes you two hours for you to tame that…whatever you call that thing resting upon your head."
Untangling his arms, Yamato walked up to Sora and tipped his head towards hers. "Are you trying to get under my skin?"
Well, of course.
"What," she exclaimed as her eyes widened in disbelief. "Why would I do something so silly and childish? Who do you think I am? A show off that has nothing else to do but annoy the sane people around me with my egotistical aura and foolish beliefs that they all love and adore me."
His gazed hardened and his jaw tightened as he pushed himself not to let his impatience be made evident. "Well you are failing miserably."
She offered him a wry smile. "Oh, but the day has only begun," she enlightened, narrowing her eyes.
Unwilling to back down from conceded defeat, the two figures stood firm with their arms folded by their chests. Silence brooded over as they exchanged daggers of odium at one another and both were unaware of the third party in the room.
"Dude, who the hell's at the door?" A disgruntled voiced called, breaking the silence.
Turning her attention to the direction of the familiar baritone voice, Sora's expression instantly dissolved into bemusement. "Tai?"
Hung over, the chocolate haired male blinked his lethargic eyes as he tried to focus them on female's face. "Sora…is that you? What you doing here?"
"I could ask you the same thing," she scratched the back of her head, trying to comprehend her childhood friend's presence at Yamato's apartment.
The hazel eyed male's mouth broke into a goofy grin. "Well, Matt and I are best friends," he updated the clueless redhead. "We go along way."
"You actually friends with this chromosomally challenged blond bimbo."
"Ummm…ok, I am still in the room you know," Yamato informed of his company.
"Yip," Taichi confirmed. "So you know Matt too?"
She gave a snarl. "Only through work, he and his band are the new faces of Rei's male collection. And I'm stuck to him unfortunately, taking his orders and making sure he actually pitches up for his fittings and photo shoots," she huffed. "He's like a colossal waste of my time."
"Still here," the blond informed again, raising his hand.
"No way, so you're Matt's eternal slave," Taichi laughed.
"Why does everyone say it like that," she mused to herself, the repeated phrase sprung annoyance. "Besides it's only for a month, thank God."
"A month," Taichi repeated.
"Yeah, well actually now it's twenty-nine days, seventeen hours, forty-two minutes and nine seconds," Sora said gazing at her watch. "I'm counting down the seconds to my freedom."
"Ha, by the sound of your tone, I take it that you guys don't get along."
"Like God and science," she groused, rolling her eyes and digressed. "So, what happened here? Looks like a meteor landed here and wiped everything out besides blondies toffee-nosed attitude."
"Matt threw one of his legendary parties last night, which was off the hook by the way," he erupted into excitement. "Although it's like blur to me now, but you should have been here Sor."
Before Sora could respond, Yamato cut in into the dialogue. "Yeah…I would have invited you, but I only invite people that actually like me and are attractive," he said with a smirk.
Giving a quick 'hmmm', Sora patted her rosy lips with her fingertips as she pondering to herself. "Numerous orgies, drunken men groping me, dull conversation, you," she said listed last night possibilities. "I feel fortunate."
Taichi's snickers commenced.
"I don't get you," Yamato divulge openly. "I don't understand why you don't like me. I mean what's not to like, come on!"
"Actually, its border lining towards despise now, I thought I would personally inform you of that. And if conceitedness was a criminal offence, you would be sentence to life imprisonment," she retorted. "Your complacency is an eyesore."
Yamato chortled. Sora's bluntness surprisingly earned her his amusement and yet his deference too. To have met someone as feisty as this fiery creature was a rare discovery. No one, until now, has ever stood up against him or has openly affronted him in the most colorful and expressive way. Being subjected to everyone's obsequious behavior and ingratiation to win his approval has uprooted boredom and loss of his respect. Lacking the enthusiasm to praise him was a quality of hers he could appreciate and accept, but the adjustment he would still have to master. "You're not like other girls."
"Give the boy a prize," sarcasm oozed out the lone female.
"Well then," he ambled around her and whispered into her ear, "I guess just have to use a different tactic to making you fall in love with me."
She raised a brow. "Like that would ever happen," she sneered, supplying a confident smile.
"Please, your denial bores me…you so want to tap this right now."
"Don't flatter yourself, Ishida," she snickered, his statement laughable. "To involve myself in a sexual relation with you, I would have to be mentally unstable or stupid, and I'm happy to say that I don't possess any of those two attributes."
"We will just have to see…because no one is perfect in this world, not even you, my dear and I'm happy to say that you will screw up." his spoken breath stroking the back of her neck.
"We will see," she said turning around; her eyes met his and offered him a grimace. "So, what are you still doing here? Go do something about that smell you're setting off. It's suffocating."
"Yes dear," he mocked and as he ambled toward the direction of the bathroom, he could feel her eyes orbit up to the ceiling.
"Whatever," she growled under her breath. It was going to be a long twenty-ninth day and living it would be like trying to slit your wrist with a well-polished silver spoon. If only this was a dream.
If only.
"You two", Taichi chuckled, his face presenting mirth. "For once I can say I'm speechless and yet strangely entertained at the same time. It's like watching an episode of Montel."
"I'm glad you're amused."
"You guy's are so going to have insane, crazy monkey sex," he blurted out tersely.
"What! Don't make me throw up," she exclaimed. "It's so uncharacteristic and not…well, me. I do have morals and he is like complete opposite of everything I am and believe. He disgusts me."
"Yeah, yeah," he arched a skeptical brow. "Your 'I have morals and ethics' speech ain't fooling me Sor, I've known you forever and what I have conveniently witness here was the beginning of something beautiful and wonders that will eventually lead to insane, crazy monkey sex."
"You know, I would laugh in your face right now, but you don't even deserve that because you are clearly incapably of logical thinking. So therefore I feel sorry for you."
He smiled. "Same old Sora, unafraid to speak her mind freely, but Matt was right though. Your denial is becoming a bore."
"I am not in denial," she folded her arms defensively at her chest, feeling slightly outnumbered. "Besides, I can't get involved in another relationship right now."
"Because of Shin?"
She stood still, her eyes shifted to the cluttered floor and her muscle tensed up, and began to feel uncomfortable. Just the sound of his name rendered her soundless and edgy. His entire existence still clung to her like a recurring nightmare; you could never shake off the surreality.
Her aberrant silence answered Taichi's question. "Shin was an asshole."
"And what is he…prince charming."
"Matt's not a bad guy once you get to know him," Taichi explained, attempting to defend his friend. "I know he's makes himself out to be this god, but just give him a chance and might actually get to like him."
"You're starting to sound like Mimi," she growled, spilling out irritation. "Both your optimistic outlooks on this self-loving womanizer is starting to make me have second thoughts about your guy's and the rest of the world's rationality."
"Ok, I'm ready and looking incredible as always," interrupted the blond, as he walked up in confidence to two friends, showing off his pearly whites. "Let's do this thing."
"Well that just took like forever," commented the disgruntled redhead. Unconcerned with his attire, she marched off to the front door, eager to conclude the day. "Let's go."
Yamato looked his best friend with an expression of genuine bewilderment and pointed his index finger to the Sora. "Does she know how to make a nice remark?"
Taichi shrugged his shoulder. "It does happen once and awhile, but it's very rare," he answered. "Have fun."
"If that's possible with her around," Yamato said as he followed Sora, but paused suddenly by the front door. "Oh and Tai."
"Yeah?"
"Thanks for cleaning up my place today," smiled the lead-singer and shut the door behind him.
"Pleasure," Taichi called, returning the smile. Stretching his arms up to the ceiling, the tired male giving a yawn and entered the kitchen. Opening the two-door fridge, like a bolt of lightening it suddenly hit him. "Huh what?"
"Wait up," he yelled out to Sora who was conveniently ignoring him. Departing his apartment, Yamato rushed down the fleet of stairs, attempting to catch up to the redhead. The sounds of early morning rush hour surrounding him like unfamiliar clutter of noise, it offended his ears. The cool wind hit his warm face, furnishing his dissatisfaction to his current position. Knowing he could be in the warmth of his bed sourced resentment, she secured his exasperation, but her deed will not go unpunished.
He breathed in the populated air. "Hey! Did you hear me?"
"No," she answered tersely with her back facing him, eyeing out for a taxi cab and gestured her arm.
He shook his head and inquired, "What are doing?"
"Would you like to walk," she answered his question with a question. "There must be a mute button on you somewhere. No one could be this obnoxious."
"I do have a car," he raised his voice.
She paused for a moment and turned around. "You own a car, are you crazy?"
"Did you think I would really ride in a taxi," he offered her a disdainful expression as he ambled towards a parked silver Audi TTS.
Wide eyed, Sora walked up to the high performance sports vehicle. "This is your car…of course this is your car, it has pretentiousness written all over it."
"At least I have style, unlike yourself."
She awarded his comment with a miffed face. "Whatever," she barked, turning her attention back to the German manufactured car and noticed something a miss. "So, no driver hey? Too bad…but I must say, I am now disappointed, I feel let down. You are a let down."
"Oh, but I do have a driver," he said and his gaze set upon Sora.
The content redhead looked up at Yamato and her expression changed with the rapidity of a kaleidoscope. "What? No!"
"Oh yes," his beam shone with retribution. He took a brief moment to memories her expression as it was something he would treasure forever. A beautiful thing. "Now, this is the part where you open the door for me."
Her mind went a blank, the words struggled to sound. "But, but…I-"
He interrupted her with sternness. "I'm waiting."
No, this must be a dream, she thought. She did not envision her future like this; it cannot be playing out like this. She had meaningful dreams and aspiration that she thought would make a prominent impact on the fashion world and it would define who she is. So when did that reduce to her being an over-glorified rockstar's chauffer, where did she go so wrong?
Her eyes burned pure hate and then at that time, only one thing made sense.
This was no longer a game anymore.
It was war.
Song Playing – 'Blackout' – Linkin Park
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