Differnt Forms - pt.5
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Author's note: Aha! I see! You don't know which way is best because I only posted the fantasy version! Well here's chapter 5-reality version!
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"I want to hear your voice. Which way...do I go? I can't make it back...alone."
~*~
Kenshou pulled over towards, what appeared to be a large stadium. "Welcome to... my second home," she announced, jumping out of the car.
"What is this place?"
The younger girl swung out her arms and gestured to the entire arena. "This," she said, "is where I spent alot of my childhood. It's also where I met Koji. This is the racetrack. I just wanted to show it to you. We don't have to go inside." She smiled and pointed back to the car. "So, where do you want to go m'lady?" she asked in a gentlemanly manner.
"Kenshou?"
Chishiki and Kenshou turned towards the voice, and they saw someone standing near them by a mototcycle, a dark helmet over his head. "Koji," Kenshou groaned, holding her head in her hands.
He pushed up the screen, his face screwed into a serious expression. "So," he said rather bitterly, "you're Chishiki, eh? Kenshou's tutor?"
She nodded, looking away, her face flushed. "I-i-i-i-i- Nice to meet you," she stuttered.
"What are ya doin' here Koji?" Kenshou snapped.
"I race here, ya got a problem with that?"
"Just stay outta this, will ya?"
"I wasn't even going to make a comment. You noticed me first."
"You fuckin' bastard Koji."
He snapped the plexiglass over his face, meaning the discussion was over. Mounting his bike, he revved it and took off. Kenshou spat on the ground, her hands stuck deep into her pockets. "What was that about, Kenshou?" Chishiki asked, slowly.
"He's just a damn shit--" she sighed and ran her fingers through her short hair.
"I'm so sorry... I wish there's something I could do. Friendship must have a stronger bond tha--"
Kenshou waved off the comment, even before she could finish it. She didn't want to hear anything about friendship. "Look, he's just as stubborn and pigheaded as myself. In fact, sometimes I think he's worse... but then again, that could just be my hatred towards boys speaking," she spat.
She sighed and climbed back into her car. "Well, let's go Chishiki..."
Chishiki blinked, and held a hand to her chest for a moment. This was the last thing she wanted to see. Two friends fighting, it tugged at her heart more than she could possibly imagine. Choking back a few tears, she stepped back into the car. Kenshou looked over at her, as the car started down the road slowly. "Hey, what's up Chishiki? Ya suddenly look really down!"
The older girl looked up and smiled. "I'm fine! But I really like this idea! You're far more open outside your house!" she chirped, suddenly looking very happy.
~*~
"Wait... you're kidding me. You've never been in a bar and club?" Kenshou asked, her jaw dropping in disbelief.
Chishiki shook her head, and then she started to poke Kenshou. "And you shouldn't have! You're far to you-"
An I.D waved itself infront of the older girl's face. "Says here I'm already 17 years old and it's perfectly legal for me to drink!" Kenshou said with a smile.
"B-b-b-but you're--" Before she could finish her sentence the firey haired girl was dragging her into the club.
It was a upbeat place, dark in color, save for a few awkward paintings splattered on the walls. Kenshou pointed to one and told Chishiki that it was her art. People were on the dance floor moving to the music. There were a few male and female bouncers on the floor as well, and the D.J. was seemed to be just as in to the music as the dancers.
Kenshou pointed to the bar. "A Suffering Bastard for me, and Sex on the Beach for my new friend of mine," she said, pushing Chishiki onto a stool.
The purple haired bouncer smiled, and started mixing drinks. Looking over his shoulder he said, "Good to see you here again Kenshou!"
Chishiki blinked at the sight of the bartender/bouncer. He was a petite, beautifully built man, who could have passed as a girl. He wore an outifit that seemed to have fallen off the clothes of a j-rocker. Tight leather pants, and a short black chain-mail shirt was accompanied by a pair of heavy black boots, dog collar and great long purple hair- simple, but a statement. "Ahh--" she said dumbly.
"Hey, Shigeki, my friend here is a bit afraid of guys, can ya try to convince her yer not the typical dude?" Kenshou asked with a laugh, as the drinks were set in front of them.
Shigeki set down the drink infront of Chishiki, and lowered his chin onto the bar. "Hello there," he said in his tenor voice.
Chishiki looked away.
"Hey, c'mon now... I'm not going to bite! Girls don't taste that good anyway!"
"Excuse me!?"
"I'm gay, so you don't have to be afraid of me. I'm really a girly guy!" The bartender smiled and started towards the others gathered around the bar to serve them.
Chichiri blinked.
Kenshou stiffled a laugh and pushed the alcoholic beverage closer to her. "Well?" she asked, gesturing to the drink.
The older girl sniffed at it. "What is this?" she asked.
"It's a drink called, 'Sex on the Beach' it's something like an alcoholic pink lemonade," Kenshou replied, taking a long draw from her own drink.
"I-I've never had anything like this..."
"You're not gonna tell me that you've never had alcohol, are ya?"
Chishiki was taken aback. "Excuse me, but I have communion wine every sunday, and I had champange at my engagement party!" she retorted.
Kenshou groaned. "Those don't coun-- wait... you're engaged?" she asked suddenly realizing what her tutor just said to her.
"Ah... Yeah, I suppose I was..." Chishiki murmured.
"'Was?'"
She smiled, and rubbed at her right eye, as if she were trying to push away tears. "I was!" she said happily, and she took a large gulp from the drink infront of her, ignoring the straw completely.
The firey haired girl looked down at her drink sadly. She never thought about how little she knew about Chishiki, and somehow the thought hurt. Kenshou never considered the fact that-that maybe she didn't like her! Glancing up she saw her tutor turning red in the face, as she guzzled back the drink faster than anything she's seen before. "AH! Chishiki!" Kenshou cried, pulling the glass from the older girl's hand.
"Huh...?"
"Don't tell me yer sensitive to alcohol!" she cried.
"I dunno... I never really had the stuff!" Chishiki slurred, and smacked her head against the bar.
Shikigeki smirked and sauntered over to the duo, and placed his hands on the bar. "Looks to me like you got a black out on your hands," he said with a grin.
Kenshou groaned, and lifted the girl into her arms. "Don't start Shigeki," she growled. "Put it on my tab, I'll be back tomorrow to pay it off," she added, and started off.
"Alright, but you already got one hell of a debt," the bouncer called after them.
Kenshou ignored his call, and contined outwards. She noticed how light and thin Chishiki's frame really was. She was careful to not hurt her as she put the girl into the back seat of her car, and buckle her in tightly. She thanked the gods for her high alcohol tolerance as she drove back to her home. Again she thanked the gods to find that neither her father or one of her brothers were home.
Removing the stole and shoes from Chishiki, Kenshou layed her gently her bed, pulling the covers over her. She sat back onto one of her chairs, and watched the girl. Even in a drunken sleep, she seemed to be elegant, but childlike. Kenshou brushed back the bangs infront of Chishiki's eye, which somehow didn't move through the entire ordeal, absentmindedly. Pulling her arm back with a jerk, she saw what had been hiding there the whole time: a pale, shiny scar that sealed her left eye shut. It was nothing like a birthmark, instead it looked like it was gouged out by something awful.
Chishiki groaned, and her breathing grew short. Kenshou held her breath, unsure of what to do. "T-t-tasuki," she moaned.
"Tasuki?" Kenshou echoed. Her mind reeled, trying to figure out what the word meant, but finally she decided that it was the name of her fiance. Her heart suddenly found itself aching at the thought that Chishiki was engaged... and yet she couldn't figure out why. She refused to accept the fact that she was gay, or rather a lesbian yet.
Suddenly there was a crash from behind her, and Kenshou turned around jerkily. One of her fans had fallen to the ground, the some of the spine broken. It had taken part of her desk with it, including the picture she had drawn earlier that week. Kenshou groaned inwardly and started removing the picture from it's frame. It was the picture of the pheonix, accompanied by what she drew to be its human form. Rolling up the picture, she stuffed it into her desk, and threw the papers back on it.
"Wh-why did I-- I-- do it--" Chishiki groaned.
Kenshou sat back down, and noticed something wet trail down her tutor's cheek. Taking her finger, she brushed back the tear whispering, "Shhh..."
It seemed like that one sound calmed her down, and her breathing went back to normal. "I never knew you were so sensitive... why didn't you tell me... of course! You never drank in the first place!" Kenshou scolded herself, practically beating herself in the process.
~*~
Chishiki ran through the rain, her heart beating angerily in her chest. "HIKOU!" she cried, catching the man running infront of her. "How could you!? How could you do this to me!?"
"Houjun! Listen to me!" Hikou shouted above the wind and rain.
Houjun... that name... that name isn't mine... and why.. why am I fighting Hikou?
Chishiki shook her head, refusing to listen to him. The two stood dangerously close to a deep river bed, water already whipping around their ankles. "Why didn't you tell me! Why'd you have to do this to us? To me!? Hikou... WHY!?"
No... I didn't... I didn't do this to Hikou.. I did to Kouran... why... why is this dream... WHY!?
Suddenly the scene shifted so slightly and it wasn't Chishiki fighting Hikou, but a tall lean man that looked alot like her. The two were dressed in the clothes of ancient China, and the storm warned of a flood.
Who... what is this?
The man pushed Hikou a little further, and suddenly he slipped, the edge of the ground giving way. Suddenly all anger was lost, and he gripped his best friend's hand tightly. His muscles were strained as he fought to pull him back onto land. "Just... just hold on Hikou!" he cried.
No... just like what happened to me... WHAT IS THIS!?
Suddenly a tree snapped from the force of water, and barrelled down towards them. A flash of red, and a cry. Hikou plummetted to the river bottom, while the man gripped his eye in pain. Blood flowed and was washed away by water. Again... again... again...
~*~
Author's note: NOW that you've read both directions this story is SUPPOSED to go in.. pick which one you want!
POLL
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oFantasy(previous chapter)
oReality(this chapter)
oThis story sucks, stop writing it((this would make ME cry!))
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Author's note: Aha! I see! You don't know which way is best because I only posted the fantasy version! Well here's chapter 5-reality version!
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"I want to hear your voice. Which way...do I go? I can't make it back...alone."
~*~
Kenshou pulled over towards, what appeared to be a large stadium. "Welcome to... my second home," she announced, jumping out of the car.
"What is this place?"
The younger girl swung out her arms and gestured to the entire arena. "This," she said, "is where I spent alot of my childhood. It's also where I met Koji. This is the racetrack. I just wanted to show it to you. We don't have to go inside." She smiled and pointed back to the car. "So, where do you want to go m'lady?" she asked in a gentlemanly manner.
"Kenshou?"
Chishiki and Kenshou turned towards the voice, and they saw someone standing near them by a mototcycle, a dark helmet over his head. "Koji," Kenshou groaned, holding her head in her hands.
He pushed up the screen, his face screwed into a serious expression. "So," he said rather bitterly, "you're Chishiki, eh? Kenshou's tutor?"
She nodded, looking away, her face flushed. "I-i-i-i-i- Nice to meet you," she stuttered.
"What are ya doin' here Koji?" Kenshou snapped.
"I race here, ya got a problem with that?"
"Just stay outta this, will ya?"
"I wasn't even going to make a comment. You noticed me first."
"You fuckin' bastard Koji."
He snapped the plexiglass over his face, meaning the discussion was over. Mounting his bike, he revved it and took off. Kenshou spat on the ground, her hands stuck deep into her pockets. "What was that about, Kenshou?" Chishiki asked, slowly.
"He's just a damn shit--" she sighed and ran her fingers through her short hair.
"I'm so sorry... I wish there's something I could do. Friendship must have a stronger bond tha--"
Kenshou waved off the comment, even before she could finish it. She didn't want to hear anything about friendship. "Look, he's just as stubborn and pigheaded as myself. In fact, sometimes I think he's worse... but then again, that could just be my hatred towards boys speaking," she spat.
She sighed and climbed back into her car. "Well, let's go Chishiki..."
Chishiki blinked, and held a hand to her chest for a moment. This was the last thing she wanted to see. Two friends fighting, it tugged at her heart more than she could possibly imagine. Choking back a few tears, she stepped back into the car. Kenshou looked over at her, as the car started down the road slowly. "Hey, what's up Chishiki? Ya suddenly look really down!"
The older girl looked up and smiled. "I'm fine! But I really like this idea! You're far more open outside your house!" she chirped, suddenly looking very happy.
~*~
"Wait... you're kidding me. You've never been in a bar and club?" Kenshou asked, her jaw dropping in disbelief.
Chishiki shook her head, and then she started to poke Kenshou. "And you shouldn't have! You're far to you-"
An I.D waved itself infront of the older girl's face. "Says here I'm already 17 years old and it's perfectly legal for me to drink!" Kenshou said with a smile.
"B-b-b-but you're--" Before she could finish her sentence the firey haired girl was dragging her into the club.
It was a upbeat place, dark in color, save for a few awkward paintings splattered on the walls. Kenshou pointed to one and told Chishiki that it was her art. People were on the dance floor moving to the music. There were a few male and female bouncers on the floor as well, and the D.J. was seemed to be just as in to the music as the dancers.
Kenshou pointed to the bar. "A Suffering Bastard for me, and Sex on the Beach for my new friend of mine," she said, pushing Chishiki onto a stool.
The purple haired bouncer smiled, and started mixing drinks. Looking over his shoulder he said, "Good to see you here again Kenshou!"
Chishiki blinked at the sight of the bartender/bouncer. He was a petite, beautifully built man, who could have passed as a girl. He wore an outifit that seemed to have fallen off the clothes of a j-rocker. Tight leather pants, and a short black chain-mail shirt was accompanied by a pair of heavy black boots, dog collar and great long purple hair- simple, but a statement. "Ahh--" she said dumbly.
"Hey, Shigeki, my friend here is a bit afraid of guys, can ya try to convince her yer not the typical dude?" Kenshou asked with a laugh, as the drinks were set in front of them.
Shigeki set down the drink infront of Chishiki, and lowered his chin onto the bar. "Hello there," he said in his tenor voice.
Chishiki looked away.
"Hey, c'mon now... I'm not going to bite! Girls don't taste that good anyway!"
"Excuse me!?"
"I'm gay, so you don't have to be afraid of me. I'm really a girly guy!" The bartender smiled and started towards the others gathered around the bar to serve them.
Chichiri blinked.
Kenshou stiffled a laugh and pushed the alcoholic beverage closer to her. "Well?" she asked, gesturing to the drink.
The older girl sniffed at it. "What is this?" she asked.
"It's a drink called, 'Sex on the Beach' it's something like an alcoholic pink lemonade," Kenshou replied, taking a long draw from her own drink.
"I-I've never had anything like this..."
"You're not gonna tell me that you've never had alcohol, are ya?"
Chishiki was taken aback. "Excuse me, but I have communion wine every sunday, and I had champange at my engagement party!" she retorted.
Kenshou groaned. "Those don't coun-- wait... you're engaged?" she asked suddenly realizing what her tutor just said to her.
"Ah... Yeah, I suppose I was..." Chishiki murmured.
"'Was?'"
She smiled, and rubbed at her right eye, as if she were trying to push away tears. "I was!" she said happily, and she took a large gulp from the drink infront of her, ignoring the straw completely.
The firey haired girl looked down at her drink sadly. She never thought about how little she knew about Chishiki, and somehow the thought hurt. Kenshou never considered the fact that-that maybe she didn't like her! Glancing up she saw her tutor turning red in the face, as she guzzled back the drink faster than anything she's seen before. "AH! Chishiki!" Kenshou cried, pulling the glass from the older girl's hand.
"Huh...?"
"Don't tell me yer sensitive to alcohol!" she cried.
"I dunno... I never really had the stuff!" Chishiki slurred, and smacked her head against the bar.
Shikigeki smirked and sauntered over to the duo, and placed his hands on the bar. "Looks to me like you got a black out on your hands," he said with a grin.
Kenshou groaned, and lifted the girl into her arms. "Don't start Shigeki," she growled. "Put it on my tab, I'll be back tomorrow to pay it off," she added, and started off.
"Alright, but you already got one hell of a debt," the bouncer called after them.
Kenshou ignored his call, and contined outwards. She noticed how light and thin Chishiki's frame really was. She was careful to not hurt her as she put the girl into the back seat of her car, and buckle her in tightly. She thanked the gods for her high alcohol tolerance as she drove back to her home. Again she thanked the gods to find that neither her father or one of her brothers were home.
Removing the stole and shoes from Chishiki, Kenshou layed her gently her bed, pulling the covers over her. She sat back onto one of her chairs, and watched the girl. Even in a drunken sleep, she seemed to be elegant, but childlike. Kenshou brushed back the bangs infront of Chishiki's eye, which somehow didn't move through the entire ordeal, absentmindedly. Pulling her arm back with a jerk, she saw what had been hiding there the whole time: a pale, shiny scar that sealed her left eye shut. It was nothing like a birthmark, instead it looked like it was gouged out by something awful.
Chishiki groaned, and her breathing grew short. Kenshou held her breath, unsure of what to do. "T-t-tasuki," she moaned.
"Tasuki?" Kenshou echoed. Her mind reeled, trying to figure out what the word meant, but finally she decided that it was the name of her fiance. Her heart suddenly found itself aching at the thought that Chishiki was engaged... and yet she couldn't figure out why. She refused to accept the fact that she was gay, or rather a lesbian yet.
Suddenly there was a crash from behind her, and Kenshou turned around jerkily. One of her fans had fallen to the ground, the some of the spine broken. It had taken part of her desk with it, including the picture she had drawn earlier that week. Kenshou groaned inwardly and started removing the picture from it's frame. It was the picture of the pheonix, accompanied by what she drew to be its human form. Rolling up the picture, she stuffed it into her desk, and threw the papers back on it.
"Wh-why did I-- I-- do it--" Chishiki groaned.
Kenshou sat back down, and noticed something wet trail down her tutor's cheek. Taking her finger, she brushed back the tear whispering, "Shhh..."
It seemed like that one sound calmed her down, and her breathing went back to normal. "I never knew you were so sensitive... why didn't you tell me... of course! You never drank in the first place!" Kenshou scolded herself, practically beating herself in the process.
~*~
Chishiki ran through the rain, her heart beating angerily in her chest. "HIKOU!" she cried, catching the man running infront of her. "How could you!? How could you do this to me!?"
"Houjun! Listen to me!" Hikou shouted above the wind and rain.
Houjun... that name... that name isn't mine... and why.. why am I fighting Hikou?
Chishiki shook her head, refusing to listen to him. The two stood dangerously close to a deep river bed, water already whipping around their ankles. "Why didn't you tell me! Why'd you have to do this to us? To me!? Hikou... WHY!?"
No... I didn't... I didn't do this to Hikou.. I did to Kouran... why... why is this dream... WHY!?
Suddenly the scene shifted so slightly and it wasn't Chishiki fighting Hikou, but a tall lean man that looked alot like her. The two were dressed in the clothes of ancient China, and the storm warned of a flood.
Who... what is this?
The man pushed Hikou a little further, and suddenly he slipped, the edge of the ground giving way. Suddenly all anger was lost, and he gripped his best friend's hand tightly. His muscles were strained as he fought to pull him back onto land. "Just... just hold on Hikou!" he cried.
No... just like what happened to me... WHAT IS THIS!?
Suddenly a tree snapped from the force of water, and barrelled down towards them. A flash of red, and a cry. Hikou plummetted to the river bottom, while the man gripped his eye in pain. Blood flowed and was washed away by water. Again... again... again...
~*~
Author's note: NOW that you've read both directions this story is SUPPOSED to go in.. pick which one you want!
POLL
---------
oFantasy(previous chapter)
oReality(this chapter)
oThis story sucks, stop writing it((this would make ME cry!))