Well, here's more because I'm on a roll, not really. Please review.
The Real Thing
"Look out!"
Kage flung himself to the side, Kul would have followed him if it weren't for a pair of strong arms that encircled her and swung her out of the way. As she sailed through the air, her only anchor the hands on her waist, she turned her head and watched the musk ox barrel down the crowded hallway. It was amusing to see all the people throw themselves out of the way, crashing into an assortment of obstacles.
"Are you alright?" She found herself cradled in the hard arms of an incredibly handsome man. All she could do was blink stupidly, her brain screaming for her to make some sort of witty reply.
"Huh?" Mentally she smacked herself over and over for her stupidity. If only this were a play or a movie then she would automatically know what to say. The perfect little comment that would make the hot guy holding her laugh and think her incredibly brilliant.
"You should be a little more careful, Tenjou," he told her smiling. What had he just called her? Well he did sound foreign so perhaps it was some sort of cute little term that meant something like 'little girl' or something.
"Kul are you all right?" she heard Kage call. "What happened to you hair?"
"My hair?" she cried, twisting around in the guy's grasp to face her friend. The man let her go, slowly so that she slid down his body. She was momentarily distracted by that, okay she was more than distracted, but she still wanted to know what Kage was talking about.
"It's...pink," he told her with a helpless shrug.
"Pink?"
"That's what I said."
She fumbled with the catch of her purse before finally opening it. She was all worried agitation as she searched through the contents for a pocket mirror or some sort of compact. Finally she found one and looked at her reflection. A soft gasp escaped her lips and she automatically touched the pink locks framing the face that appeared in the silver glass. That wasn't her, she had never looked like that. Her eyes were blue and her hair was pink, what the hell was going on?
"My hair..." her voice trailed off as she finally noticed her friend's appearance. He had changed as well, his hair had gone from a deep chocolate brown to a pale golden color that hovered between silver and bronze. His eyes too had changed, changed to a brilliant emerald green. He was taller now and much more slender, not that he had been fat before.
"What?" he asked, sounded uncomfortable under her close scrutiny. She didn't say a word as she tossed him the compact. "Oh my god!"
"Yeah," she replied with knowing sympathy.
"I look...hot."
She smacked herself in the forehead and reminded herself that that was a typical guy reaction and he was certainly a typical guy. Of course he would look pleased with his appearance, he was almost as vain as she was.
"No seriously. I look so incredibly hot," he repeated, primping his hair and checking out his face from different angles.
"Sure, you're on fire," she told him dryly. "Now give it back." A small struggled ensued, but she managed to wrest it from his narcissistic grasp.
"Utena are you alright?" a feminine voice shrieked.
"Oh no," Kul muttered, covering her face with her hands, hopping to avoid detection.
"What?" Kage asked looking around in patent bewilderment. "Oh..." He must have seen the girl who was more dangerous to her health than a heard of musk oxen.
She grunted as she was attacked by a sudden weight and staggered a little. She heaved a resigned sigh and stood there looking incredibly miserable.
"Hello Wakaba," the hot man she had momentarily forgotten said with amusement. The girl stuttered a reply and slid from Kul's aching back.
"Help," she wheezed as she grabbed Kage's sleeve. He patted her shoulder indifferently, staring openly at the auburn haired girl, Wakaba was it?
"So she's the one. I wish she would jump me like that," he said wistfully. She smacked him and he lost that dazed-by-an-attractive-girl look he always got when around other females. "What?"
"You were drooling," she sniffed like a dignified old lady.
"Utena, who's he?" the girl asked pointing at Kage.
"I'm not a tuna and I don't know who all you people are for the last time," she snapped, quickly losing patience with the whole absurd situation.
"I didn't call you a tuna, I called you Utena, that's your name," the girl, Wakaba, told her sounding deeply hurt.
"I don't know who this 'Utena' girl is, but she ain't me," Kul told her, regretting her harsher-than-necessary tone.
"Yeah her name's Kullara, but she does kind of look like a tuna," Kage inserted helpfully.
"But you look like her," the man said, his amusement turning to interest. "Exactly like her in fact."
"Well, I'm not, sorry."
"So what are you doing here then?" he asked softly, Wakaba was looking between them with confusion evident in her gentle brown eyes.
Kage and Kul exchanged a look of uncertainty, neither knowing why they were there. Kage decided to speak: "Escaping wild animals?"
* * * *
"So, you're from the states?" the hot guy, Touga Kiriyuu, asked as they walked to the dean's office.
"Yeah," Kul replied. She glanced back at her friend who was being escorted by the jumpy auburn haired girl. Her hand was resting on Touga's arm in a totally Victorian ball-like way; she was kind of enjoying it.
"It is truly amazing that you resemble Utena Tenjou so exactly, like a twin or a clone," he commented, giving her a knee-melting smile. She felt a small blush creep across her cheeks and her lips turning up involuntarily in a goofy grin.
She would have to watch him closely; he was the kind of charming guy that all the girls threw themselves at. With his long red hair and deep blue eyes, not to mention the hot body and face, he was the ideal male specimen. She would also bet that he was something of a playboy, the type of guy who went through girls by the dozens, in a week. None of the girls probably cared so long as they got to bask in his presence for a time, how ever short. She was determined not to become one of the multitude of discarded females, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy her brief stroll with him.
"So the dean's an okay guy, right?" she asked for the hundredth time, she really hated confronting any sort of authority figure. Adults easily intimidated her.
"He's a good man," Touga replied nonchalantly, a knowing smile curving his perfect lips.
"Even if we don't have transcripts and don't know how the hell we got here, he'll still let us stay?" she asked incredulously. "He won't kick us out?"
"Of course not, besides I'll push as hard as I can to get you two in," he informed her with a confidence she found admirable and very sexy. Yes, she was going to have to watch herself around him.
"Great, more school," Kage muttered softly. It was obvious that he was less thrilled about attending Ohtori Academy than she was.
"You'll enjoy it, there's many things one can do around here," her escort remarked silkily. There was something so sensual about his voice that set her on her guard. It seemed that everything that he said was laced with some hidden innuendo that she wasn't sophisticated enough to understand. Of course she could just be incredibly paranoid.
They came to a rather official looking building with Doric columns and their guides motioned them to follow them inside. Wakaba had been oddly quiet during the whole thing; she seemed to be faintly troubled by something. If Kul had known her better she might have asked what was wrong, but she didn't so she remained silent. She didn't want to appear intrusive.
"His office is at the top," Touga told them as they approached an elegantly aged staircase.
"Yay, stairs," Kul groaned staring at the upward climbing spirals. All she could think of was the film Vertigo. When the main guy is looking down the stairs everything starts spinning like crazy. She hated heights as well.
* * * *
"Kill me now, please," Kul groaned miserably, leaning on Kage, half dragging him to the ground.
"Gladly if it would get you to let go," he growled, trying to shake her off. She was feeling nauseous and physically sick from the arduous climb. Kage had dared her to look over the edge of the staircase she had been carefully avoiding, so she had and now she felt close to hurling.
"Some friend you are," she muttered, punching him in the stomach so he could feel the same pain she was feeling. He made an animalistic grunting sound and shook her loose. She would have fallen on her butt if Touga hadn't rescued her at the last minute.
"You shouldn't be so rough when she's so obviously not feeling well," he chided her friend amusedly.
"Yeah," she concurred, glaring at him. The guy held onto her a little longer than necessary, even after she had regained her balance. Was he trying to put the moves on her? She really wouldn't be surprised.
She was kind of concerned about her friend though, he should've been flirting with the girl Wakaba like crazy. Instead he just muttered random things under his breath and tried to make her sick. Well the last part was normal enough, his main goal in life was to make hers miserable and vice-versa.
"Whatever, she's got a constitution like a bulldog," Kage remarked, returning the glare. Simultaneously they stuck out their tongues at each other and then burst out laughing.
"And you look like a renegade Backstreet boy," she retorted, giggling.
"A what?" Wakaba asked, speaking up for the first time since they had headed for the dean's office.
"Pop culture reference," Kage remarked straightening up. He ran a hand through his tousled locks making them even more disorderly. She had to admit that his new look was pretty, as he put it, hot.
Touga knocked on the large pair of oak doors facing them, drowning out whatever Wakaba might have said. There must have been some sort of reply, though Kul couldn't hear it, and he ducked inside, motioning for them to wait there for a moment.
"Does he have some sort of pull with the dean here?" Kage asked Wakaba, leaning against the railing, intentionally reminding Kul of their current altitude. She really wished he would go to hell sometimes.
"I think he might, they're pretty close," the girl replied with a distant air of dissatisfaction. Since learning that Kul wasn't that Utena girl, whoever she was, Wakaba had been distinctively sober. Though she really didn't know her, she sensed that that wasn't normal.
"So," she began, noticed that no one was particularly interested in starting a conversation, and subsided. A kind of heavy silence that was both awkward and impenetrable descended upon the three people until Touga came back out, which was a while later.
"I talked it over with him and he says it's okay, but he would like to see you two," he told them kindly, smiling with a confident charm.
"Okay, sounds good," Kul remarked rubbing her hands together like a racer about to start or a gambler who was going to bet more than she had.
"We're not storming the Bastille," Kage reminded her as she began to do warm up stretches.
"We aren't?" she asked innocently, her now-blue eyes widened frightening proportions.
"Ew, don't do that," he cried shielding his eyes with his hands. "That's scary girl."
"So I do have super powers," she exclaimed excitedly.
"If you two would pause for a moment, the dean does have a busy schedule," Touga reminded them his voice laced with indulgent amusement.
"Oops, almost forgot," she remarked with chagrin, a light blush sweeping across her cheeks. "After you, renegade BS boy." Kage gave her a look and walked past her with an air of wounded dignity. She burst out in a fit of giggles and before he disappeared he gave her a knowing wink. He always made her laugh at the most inopportune moments.
Touga motioned for her to follow, which she did gladly, and rested a light hand on her shoulder as she passed by. He was definitely flirting with her; in fact he probably did it so often that he wasn't even aware of it anymore. She cast a covert look at him and met his eyes; he winked and stepped into the room behind her. On the other hand he probably made every move with careful deliberation.
"It is remarkable," a new voice announced and she turned attention from the hot guy behind to the one in front of her.
One part of her mind promptly shut down, unable to handle the intense hotness before her, while the other babbled incoherently. Somehow she kept her jaw from slamming into the floor, though it cost a lot of energy.
"She looks close...no, exactly, like Utena Tenjou," the dean remarked, he lifted a dark-skinned hand and gently traced the contours of her face. She was shocked into immobilization, staring unabashedly at his handsome face and pale, lavender hair.
Wait a minute...lavender hair?
She recovered from her sudden trance and paralysis so suddenly her body jerked slightly. Stammering something that could have been interpreted many ways, possibly even into other languages, she edged away from him. She was keenly aware of his predatory green eyes as she inched closer to Kage who seemed just as surprised as she.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here to help," the man told them reassuringly, his rich voice flowing through their veins. She felt her body's reaction immediately and was mildly annoyed at how easily it relaxed simply because he commanded it to.
"Thank you," Kage said softly, looking anywhere but at the dean. He seemed acutely uncomfortable in the man's presence.
"Kiriyuu explained some of the events of your arrival and, though it is highly unusual, I would be happy to welcome you into this community. Of course we'll get everything straightened out if you will be patient," he informed them with sincere concern and kindness, or at least that was how he sounded to her. Kage muttered something and took a protective half step in front of her. It was such a slight, almost instinctive, movement that no one noticed it, or at least shouldn't have.
Beneath lowered lashes, because she wasn't brash enough to stare outright anymore, she noticed the identical predatory smiles that curved the two men's lips before them. Suddenly she didn't feel that safe anymore. If anything she felt like a plump rabbit placed in the path of a ravenous cougar.
"Okay, thank you," Kage said coolly. "Is there a place we could stay?"
"Certainly, Kiriyuu here will show you your respective dorms," the dean told them, smiling graciously. "Books and uniforms will be sent to you presently."
"Uniforms?" Kage and Kul asked simultaneously, displeasure obvious in their voice.
"You mean the teal?" Kul added with revulsion.
"You don't approve of the color scheme?" the dean asked with a soft laugh.
Sensing that she could easily overstep the line with the uniform issue, because she usually did, and get thrown out, which would most likely happen regardless, she decided to hastily reassure everyone present that she 'adored' uniforms.
"Suck up," Kage muttered.
"Waffle brain."
* * * *
Okay that's the second. Long isn't it? Well, it was all because of the whole shut down thing with the site. Anyways pleas review and tell me what you think.
The Real Thing
"Look out!"
Kage flung himself to the side, Kul would have followed him if it weren't for a pair of strong arms that encircled her and swung her out of the way. As she sailed through the air, her only anchor the hands on her waist, she turned her head and watched the musk ox barrel down the crowded hallway. It was amusing to see all the people throw themselves out of the way, crashing into an assortment of obstacles.
"Are you alright?" She found herself cradled in the hard arms of an incredibly handsome man. All she could do was blink stupidly, her brain screaming for her to make some sort of witty reply.
"Huh?" Mentally she smacked herself over and over for her stupidity. If only this were a play or a movie then she would automatically know what to say. The perfect little comment that would make the hot guy holding her laugh and think her incredibly brilliant.
"You should be a little more careful, Tenjou," he told her smiling. What had he just called her? Well he did sound foreign so perhaps it was some sort of cute little term that meant something like 'little girl' or something.
"Kul are you all right?" she heard Kage call. "What happened to you hair?"
"My hair?" she cried, twisting around in the guy's grasp to face her friend. The man let her go, slowly so that she slid down his body. She was momentarily distracted by that, okay she was more than distracted, but she still wanted to know what Kage was talking about.
"It's...pink," he told her with a helpless shrug.
"Pink?"
"That's what I said."
She fumbled with the catch of her purse before finally opening it. She was all worried agitation as she searched through the contents for a pocket mirror or some sort of compact. Finally she found one and looked at her reflection. A soft gasp escaped her lips and she automatically touched the pink locks framing the face that appeared in the silver glass. That wasn't her, she had never looked like that. Her eyes were blue and her hair was pink, what the hell was going on?
"My hair..." her voice trailed off as she finally noticed her friend's appearance. He had changed as well, his hair had gone from a deep chocolate brown to a pale golden color that hovered between silver and bronze. His eyes too had changed, changed to a brilliant emerald green. He was taller now and much more slender, not that he had been fat before.
"What?" he asked, sounded uncomfortable under her close scrutiny. She didn't say a word as she tossed him the compact. "Oh my god!"
"Yeah," she replied with knowing sympathy.
"I look...hot."
She smacked herself in the forehead and reminded herself that that was a typical guy reaction and he was certainly a typical guy. Of course he would look pleased with his appearance, he was almost as vain as she was.
"No seriously. I look so incredibly hot," he repeated, primping his hair and checking out his face from different angles.
"Sure, you're on fire," she told him dryly. "Now give it back." A small struggled ensued, but she managed to wrest it from his narcissistic grasp.
"Utena are you alright?" a feminine voice shrieked.
"Oh no," Kul muttered, covering her face with her hands, hopping to avoid detection.
"What?" Kage asked looking around in patent bewilderment. "Oh..." He must have seen the girl who was more dangerous to her health than a heard of musk oxen.
She grunted as she was attacked by a sudden weight and staggered a little. She heaved a resigned sigh and stood there looking incredibly miserable.
"Hello Wakaba," the hot man she had momentarily forgotten said with amusement. The girl stuttered a reply and slid from Kul's aching back.
"Help," she wheezed as she grabbed Kage's sleeve. He patted her shoulder indifferently, staring openly at the auburn haired girl, Wakaba was it?
"So she's the one. I wish she would jump me like that," he said wistfully. She smacked him and he lost that dazed-by-an-attractive-girl look he always got when around other females. "What?"
"You were drooling," she sniffed like a dignified old lady.
"Utena, who's he?" the girl asked pointing at Kage.
"I'm not a tuna and I don't know who all you people are for the last time," she snapped, quickly losing patience with the whole absurd situation.
"I didn't call you a tuna, I called you Utena, that's your name," the girl, Wakaba, told her sounding deeply hurt.
"I don't know who this 'Utena' girl is, but she ain't me," Kul told her, regretting her harsher-than-necessary tone.
"Yeah her name's Kullara, but she does kind of look like a tuna," Kage inserted helpfully.
"But you look like her," the man said, his amusement turning to interest. "Exactly like her in fact."
"Well, I'm not, sorry."
"So what are you doing here then?" he asked softly, Wakaba was looking between them with confusion evident in her gentle brown eyes.
Kage and Kul exchanged a look of uncertainty, neither knowing why they were there. Kage decided to speak: "Escaping wild animals?"
* * * *
"So, you're from the states?" the hot guy, Touga Kiriyuu, asked as they walked to the dean's office.
"Yeah," Kul replied. She glanced back at her friend who was being escorted by the jumpy auburn haired girl. Her hand was resting on Touga's arm in a totally Victorian ball-like way; she was kind of enjoying it.
"It is truly amazing that you resemble Utena Tenjou so exactly, like a twin or a clone," he commented, giving her a knee-melting smile. She felt a small blush creep across her cheeks and her lips turning up involuntarily in a goofy grin.
She would have to watch him closely; he was the kind of charming guy that all the girls threw themselves at. With his long red hair and deep blue eyes, not to mention the hot body and face, he was the ideal male specimen. She would also bet that he was something of a playboy, the type of guy who went through girls by the dozens, in a week. None of the girls probably cared so long as they got to bask in his presence for a time, how ever short. She was determined not to become one of the multitude of discarded females, but that didn't mean she couldn't enjoy her brief stroll with him.
"So the dean's an okay guy, right?" she asked for the hundredth time, she really hated confronting any sort of authority figure. Adults easily intimidated her.
"He's a good man," Touga replied nonchalantly, a knowing smile curving his perfect lips.
"Even if we don't have transcripts and don't know how the hell we got here, he'll still let us stay?" she asked incredulously. "He won't kick us out?"
"Of course not, besides I'll push as hard as I can to get you two in," he informed her with a confidence she found admirable and very sexy. Yes, she was going to have to watch herself around him.
"Great, more school," Kage muttered softly. It was obvious that he was less thrilled about attending Ohtori Academy than she was.
"You'll enjoy it, there's many things one can do around here," her escort remarked silkily. There was something so sensual about his voice that set her on her guard. It seemed that everything that he said was laced with some hidden innuendo that she wasn't sophisticated enough to understand. Of course she could just be incredibly paranoid.
They came to a rather official looking building with Doric columns and their guides motioned them to follow them inside. Wakaba had been oddly quiet during the whole thing; she seemed to be faintly troubled by something. If Kul had known her better she might have asked what was wrong, but she didn't so she remained silent. She didn't want to appear intrusive.
"His office is at the top," Touga told them as they approached an elegantly aged staircase.
"Yay, stairs," Kul groaned staring at the upward climbing spirals. All she could think of was the film Vertigo. When the main guy is looking down the stairs everything starts spinning like crazy. She hated heights as well.
* * * *
"Kill me now, please," Kul groaned miserably, leaning on Kage, half dragging him to the ground.
"Gladly if it would get you to let go," he growled, trying to shake her off. She was feeling nauseous and physically sick from the arduous climb. Kage had dared her to look over the edge of the staircase she had been carefully avoiding, so she had and now she felt close to hurling.
"Some friend you are," she muttered, punching him in the stomach so he could feel the same pain she was feeling. He made an animalistic grunting sound and shook her loose. She would have fallen on her butt if Touga hadn't rescued her at the last minute.
"You shouldn't be so rough when she's so obviously not feeling well," he chided her friend amusedly.
"Yeah," she concurred, glaring at him. The guy held onto her a little longer than necessary, even after she had regained her balance. Was he trying to put the moves on her? She really wouldn't be surprised.
She was kind of concerned about her friend though, he should've been flirting with the girl Wakaba like crazy. Instead he just muttered random things under his breath and tried to make her sick. Well the last part was normal enough, his main goal in life was to make hers miserable and vice-versa.
"Whatever, she's got a constitution like a bulldog," Kage remarked, returning the glare. Simultaneously they stuck out their tongues at each other and then burst out laughing.
"And you look like a renegade Backstreet boy," she retorted, giggling.
"A what?" Wakaba asked, speaking up for the first time since they had headed for the dean's office.
"Pop culture reference," Kage remarked straightening up. He ran a hand through his tousled locks making them even more disorderly. She had to admit that his new look was pretty, as he put it, hot.
Touga knocked on the large pair of oak doors facing them, drowning out whatever Wakaba might have said. There must have been some sort of reply, though Kul couldn't hear it, and he ducked inside, motioning for them to wait there for a moment.
"Does he have some sort of pull with the dean here?" Kage asked Wakaba, leaning against the railing, intentionally reminding Kul of their current altitude. She really wished he would go to hell sometimes.
"I think he might, they're pretty close," the girl replied with a distant air of dissatisfaction. Since learning that Kul wasn't that Utena girl, whoever she was, Wakaba had been distinctively sober. Though she really didn't know her, she sensed that that wasn't normal.
"So," she began, noticed that no one was particularly interested in starting a conversation, and subsided. A kind of heavy silence that was both awkward and impenetrable descended upon the three people until Touga came back out, which was a while later.
"I talked it over with him and he says it's okay, but he would like to see you two," he told them kindly, smiling with a confident charm.
"Okay, sounds good," Kul remarked rubbing her hands together like a racer about to start or a gambler who was going to bet more than she had.
"We're not storming the Bastille," Kage reminded her as she began to do warm up stretches.
"We aren't?" she asked innocently, her now-blue eyes widened frightening proportions.
"Ew, don't do that," he cried shielding his eyes with his hands. "That's scary girl."
"So I do have super powers," she exclaimed excitedly.
"If you two would pause for a moment, the dean does have a busy schedule," Touga reminded them his voice laced with indulgent amusement.
"Oops, almost forgot," she remarked with chagrin, a light blush sweeping across her cheeks. "After you, renegade BS boy." Kage gave her a look and walked past her with an air of wounded dignity. She burst out in a fit of giggles and before he disappeared he gave her a knowing wink. He always made her laugh at the most inopportune moments.
Touga motioned for her to follow, which she did gladly, and rested a light hand on her shoulder as she passed by. He was definitely flirting with her; in fact he probably did it so often that he wasn't even aware of it anymore. She cast a covert look at him and met his eyes; he winked and stepped into the room behind her. On the other hand he probably made every move with careful deliberation.
"It is remarkable," a new voice announced and she turned attention from the hot guy behind to the one in front of her.
One part of her mind promptly shut down, unable to handle the intense hotness before her, while the other babbled incoherently. Somehow she kept her jaw from slamming into the floor, though it cost a lot of energy.
"She looks close...no, exactly, like Utena Tenjou," the dean remarked, he lifted a dark-skinned hand and gently traced the contours of her face. She was shocked into immobilization, staring unabashedly at his handsome face and pale, lavender hair.
Wait a minute...lavender hair?
She recovered from her sudden trance and paralysis so suddenly her body jerked slightly. Stammering something that could have been interpreted many ways, possibly even into other languages, she edged away from him. She was keenly aware of his predatory green eyes as she inched closer to Kage who seemed just as surprised as she.
"Don't be afraid, I'm here to help," the man told them reassuringly, his rich voice flowing through their veins. She felt her body's reaction immediately and was mildly annoyed at how easily it relaxed simply because he commanded it to.
"Thank you," Kage said softly, looking anywhere but at the dean. He seemed acutely uncomfortable in the man's presence.
"Kiriyuu explained some of the events of your arrival and, though it is highly unusual, I would be happy to welcome you into this community. Of course we'll get everything straightened out if you will be patient," he informed them with sincere concern and kindness, or at least that was how he sounded to her. Kage muttered something and took a protective half step in front of her. It was such a slight, almost instinctive, movement that no one noticed it, or at least shouldn't have.
Beneath lowered lashes, because she wasn't brash enough to stare outright anymore, she noticed the identical predatory smiles that curved the two men's lips before them. Suddenly she didn't feel that safe anymore. If anything she felt like a plump rabbit placed in the path of a ravenous cougar.
"Okay, thank you," Kage said coolly. "Is there a place we could stay?"
"Certainly, Kiriyuu here will show you your respective dorms," the dean told them, smiling graciously. "Books and uniforms will be sent to you presently."
"Uniforms?" Kage and Kul asked simultaneously, displeasure obvious in their voice.
"You mean the teal?" Kul added with revulsion.
"You don't approve of the color scheme?" the dean asked with a soft laugh.
Sensing that she could easily overstep the line with the uniform issue, because she usually did, and get thrown out, which would most likely happen regardless, she decided to hastily reassure everyone present that she 'adored' uniforms.
"Suck up," Kage muttered.
"Waffle brain."
* * * *
Okay that's the second. Long isn't it? Well, it was all because of the whole shut down thing with the site. Anyways pleas review and tell me what you think.
