Differnt Forms - pt.6
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Author's note: ............... AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! This is such a bad chapter! I'm so sorry!! *pokes reviews* And as you may be able to tell... Reality won.
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"You taught me that life doesn't last forever. That's why we have to help each other and live life to the fullest."
~*~
Chishiki opened her eyes, her head was swimming in confusion. "An unfamilar ceiling," she murmured noticing her surroundings. Pushing the heavy covers off of her, the previous night seemed to flood back into her memories, bringing the nights dreams with it. For a moment she thought back to the dark dream about Hikou, and the "male-version" of herself. As she pondered over this she felt herself reach a sort of mental barrier, keeping her from learning anymore. Still, she attempted to poke and prod at it, when suddenly she was pulled away at the sound of a rather loud snore.
She sat up and glanced to her right, only to see Kenshou sleeping, her back bent slightly backwards over the chair, her mouth open. Chishiki stiffled a laugh, noticing drool at the corner of the younger girl's mouth. She pushed herself into a sitting position, wondering why Kenshou had sat next to her all night.
The younger girl snorted, and jerked awake, looking around for a moment her gaze fogged over. Rubbing her eyes she yawned, "Chishiki, ya all better now?"
"Better?"
"I'll bet ya got one hell of a headache, so sit there and I'll get ya my special hang--"
"I don't have a hangover," Chishiki interuppted.
Kenshou was taken aback, and her face expressed every bit of shock. "You don't!?" she asked, her voice cracking.
Chishiki held out her hand and started counting off on her fingers. "I don't have a headache, lights aren't bothering me, loud noises and noises in general aren't making things worse, and I feel totally... fine," she listed slowly. As if to prove this, she climbed out of the bed, her knees knocking together as she steaded herself. "See? Fine!" Then, as if to contradict this fact, she fell into Kenshou's arms.
The younger girl pushed her back onto the bed, her brow furrowed in worry. "These.. aren't very typical signs of a druken black-out," she noted.
"I noticed." Chishiki stood up again, this time not faltering in her steps. "I gotta get back home... I have a class today," she murmured, swining her bag onto her back. "I'll see you tomorrow for our session."
~*~
"Hey Chishiki! You're late deshi!"
She bowed towards her partner apologetically. He was a young man, maybe twenty years old with long blond hair. Oddly enough he looked alot like a woman rather than a man, and he had a very strong accent. Chishiki slid into the seat next to him and sighed heavily.
Alec, which was short for Alexander O. Howell, lifted up her ponytail teasingly. "Since when do you wear ponytails deshi?"
"I had a hard night, don't get on my case," she grumbled, sifting through the piles of papers.
"Oh... I see..." he said with great skeptisim. "You got drunk and passed out didn't you deshi?"
"Hey now," she said looking up at him, "where'd you ever get that idea?"
"Truth or not deshi?" Alec persisted.
Chishiki buried her face in her arms, not wanting to look him in the face. "I don't really know to be perfectly honest."
He placed a hand on her back carefully. "You know deshi... we got work to take care of deshi." She looked up at him, his expression brutally honest. They did have a project to work on. She rubbed at her eyes, clearing her vision slightly.
"Alright," she said, "let's get started."
~*~
"Ooi! Shigenki!" Kenshou sat by the bar, where the young man was standing. The club was closed during the day and the bar was the only thing open. It didn't help that it was quiet and empty, save for a few workers. The purple haired bartender's outfit was just as outrageous as the previous night. His hair was pulled into a spiky bun, the tips of his hair died bright red. A rather mutilated female kimono decorated the rest of him. The sleeeves were torn and ripped, and half of the skirt was missing. The obi was half tied, the ribbon circiling one of his arms.
He waved, the silver bangles around his wrist clattering together musically. "So, you here to pay your debt to society?" he said in his almost alto voice.
"Haa haa," Kenshou said sarcastically, "very funny." Her face turned very serious as she reached into her pocket to pull out the money she owed. "Look," she began, "my friend didn't exactly suffer the normal druken side effects this morning. In fact there seemed to be something very wrong and differnt about what happened last night."
"Oh?" Shigenki looked very innocent, his large mauve eyes blinking. "What do you mean by that?"
"What as in that drink?" she asked suddenly and very forcefuly.
The bartender looked stepped back, a hand to his chest. "Nothing! I didn't do anything to it! I served the same stuff I always serve!"
Kenshou groaned, and hit the bar with her head, her fingers tapping at the wood. "I'm just worried about her," she said after a while, "she... she seemed... it didn't seem normal last time. It was also like she could have died."
"Maybe she's allergic to alcohol..."
"No! She's drunk before, champange--"
"Alright then, she's allergic to lemons... I don't know! Maybe you should talk to her yourself!" Shigenki snapped, pressing his palms against the surface, his chest heaving.
The firey haired girl pushed out of her seat, her hair falling infront of her eyes. "You- yer right, I should talk to her myself," she said numbly, throwing the bills on the bar and walking away.
~*~
"Ah... Hello?" Kenshou answered her cell phone, on her way home from summer school. Kouji looked at her for a moment, before they had to go their seperate ways.
"Kenshou?"
"Chishiki?"
"Yes, I... need to take a day off from tutoring you today. I already informed your father, it's all set. You can have a day off--"
"Wait..! Are you alright?"
"...... ah... I'm fine, just a little ill."
"Wait! I'm sorry about what happened the other day... I shouldn't have brought you to that place! Yer not like my other friends, I ju--"
"No, don't apologize. I'm just coming down with a cold or something. I'll get better in a day or so."
Kenshou stood there numb, unsure of what to make of this. Slowly she found herself asking, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"..."
"Chishiki!?"
Soft, yet heavy breathing could be heard from the other end of the line. It sounded almost strained, as if she were fighting to say something. "Ah, no," she said after a while, and hung up.
She stared at the cell phone, her tutor's words running through her head, over and over and over. She didn't quite understand it, but she found herself yearning to see Chishiki again... outside of their sessions. Her steps were slower, her body wanting to go in another direction. Finally she stopped short, and turned around swiftly before running down in the opposite direction toward Kouji's house. She ran into him, as he was outside in his driveway working on his motorcycle, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Ahh-- Kenshou! What's wrong?" he asked, falling backwards onto the asphalt.
For the first time, his friend was over taken by emotion, an effeminate emotion. She was crying into his chest, babbling incoherently. Rubbing a hand on her back, he asked again, "What's wrong?"
She gulped for air, gasping, "I don't know!"
Kouji lifted the sobbing girl to her feet, carrying her into his house, and up the stairs to his attic bedroom. The two collapsed on his bed, or rather Kenshou's knees buckled, sending them sprawling onto the bed. She fought down the sobs bursting from her chest, all the while her dearest and closest friend asked, "What can I do? How can I help you?"
She choked back the last of her tears, biting down hard on her lip as to stop crying. Kouji took his sleeve and wiped away the crimson blood streaking down her chin. She looked at him, for a moment, before wrapping her arms around him, nestling her head in the crook between his shoulder and his chin. Kouji pressed a hand against her back lovingly, but quickly he recoiled, staring at his palm, which was red from the heat radiating from Kenshou's skin.
~*~
Chishiki stared at the phone in her hand, before letting it fall uselessly to the floor. She spent the rest of the afternoon calling her friends telling her that she was too sick to do anything, but the last call drained everything out of her. She could practically see Kenshou's expression: something almost pained. She closed her one eye, brushing back her bangs casually. Suddenly she saw a bolt of lightning streak across her inner eye, storm clouds loom in the distance... and Hikou's face. She bolted back to reality, a hand to her chest.
She looked down at her hand, staring numbly at the golden band and diamond wrapped around her finger. She hadn't bothered to take off the ring, even thought Hikou was already dead. In her mind, she was still dedicated to him... but yet... something about that girl Kenshou... she made her heart ache. She vaugely remembered, in the back of her head, that she had met her before, under much differnt pretenses. Groaning, she pressed her hands to her head. Ever since that night out she found that her memories were confused, and she saw things that made little or no sense.
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author's note: I purposely made this short because I didn't want to keep going during this chapter. Unfortunately, It was written during a case of bad writer's block... so it sucks. I offer much apologies... and please review... cuz I don't find myself driven to finish this anymore...
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Author's note: ............... AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!! This is such a bad chapter! I'm so sorry!! *pokes reviews* And as you may be able to tell... Reality won.
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"You taught me that life doesn't last forever. That's why we have to help each other and live life to the fullest."
~*~
Chishiki opened her eyes, her head was swimming in confusion. "An unfamilar ceiling," she murmured noticing her surroundings. Pushing the heavy covers off of her, the previous night seemed to flood back into her memories, bringing the nights dreams with it. For a moment she thought back to the dark dream about Hikou, and the "male-version" of herself. As she pondered over this she felt herself reach a sort of mental barrier, keeping her from learning anymore. Still, she attempted to poke and prod at it, when suddenly she was pulled away at the sound of a rather loud snore.
She sat up and glanced to her right, only to see Kenshou sleeping, her back bent slightly backwards over the chair, her mouth open. Chishiki stiffled a laugh, noticing drool at the corner of the younger girl's mouth. She pushed herself into a sitting position, wondering why Kenshou had sat next to her all night.
The younger girl snorted, and jerked awake, looking around for a moment her gaze fogged over. Rubbing her eyes she yawned, "Chishiki, ya all better now?"
"Better?"
"I'll bet ya got one hell of a headache, so sit there and I'll get ya my special hang--"
"I don't have a hangover," Chishiki interuppted.
Kenshou was taken aback, and her face expressed every bit of shock. "You don't!?" she asked, her voice cracking.
Chishiki held out her hand and started counting off on her fingers. "I don't have a headache, lights aren't bothering me, loud noises and noises in general aren't making things worse, and I feel totally... fine," she listed slowly. As if to prove this, she climbed out of the bed, her knees knocking together as she steaded herself. "See? Fine!" Then, as if to contradict this fact, she fell into Kenshou's arms.
The younger girl pushed her back onto the bed, her brow furrowed in worry. "These.. aren't very typical signs of a druken black-out," she noted.
"I noticed." Chishiki stood up again, this time not faltering in her steps. "I gotta get back home... I have a class today," she murmured, swining her bag onto her back. "I'll see you tomorrow for our session."
~*~
"Hey Chishiki! You're late deshi!"
She bowed towards her partner apologetically. He was a young man, maybe twenty years old with long blond hair. Oddly enough he looked alot like a woman rather than a man, and he had a very strong accent. Chishiki slid into the seat next to him and sighed heavily.
Alec, which was short for Alexander O. Howell, lifted up her ponytail teasingly. "Since when do you wear ponytails deshi?"
"I had a hard night, don't get on my case," she grumbled, sifting through the piles of papers.
"Oh... I see..." he said with great skeptisim. "You got drunk and passed out didn't you deshi?"
"Hey now," she said looking up at him, "where'd you ever get that idea?"
"Truth or not deshi?" Alec persisted.
Chishiki buried her face in her arms, not wanting to look him in the face. "I don't really know to be perfectly honest."
He placed a hand on her back carefully. "You know deshi... we got work to take care of deshi." She looked up at him, his expression brutally honest. They did have a project to work on. She rubbed at her eyes, clearing her vision slightly.
"Alright," she said, "let's get started."
~*~
"Ooi! Shigenki!" Kenshou sat by the bar, where the young man was standing. The club was closed during the day and the bar was the only thing open. It didn't help that it was quiet and empty, save for a few workers. The purple haired bartender's outfit was just as outrageous as the previous night. His hair was pulled into a spiky bun, the tips of his hair died bright red. A rather mutilated female kimono decorated the rest of him. The sleeeves were torn and ripped, and half of the skirt was missing. The obi was half tied, the ribbon circiling one of his arms.
He waved, the silver bangles around his wrist clattering together musically. "So, you here to pay your debt to society?" he said in his almost alto voice.
"Haa haa," Kenshou said sarcastically, "very funny." Her face turned very serious as she reached into her pocket to pull out the money she owed. "Look," she began, "my friend didn't exactly suffer the normal druken side effects this morning. In fact there seemed to be something very wrong and differnt about what happened last night."
"Oh?" Shigenki looked very innocent, his large mauve eyes blinking. "What do you mean by that?"
"What as in that drink?" she asked suddenly and very forcefuly.
The bartender looked stepped back, a hand to his chest. "Nothing! I didn't do anything to it! I served the same stuff I always serve!"
Kenshou groaned, and hit the bar with her head, her fingers tapping at the wood. "I'm just worried about her," she said after a while, "she... she seemed... it didn't seem normal last time. It was also like she could have died."
"Maybe she's allergic to alcohol..."
"No! She's drunk before, champange--"
"Alright then, she's allergic to lemons... I don't know! Maybe you should talk to her yourself!" Shigenki snapped, pressing his palms against the surface, his chest heaving.
The firey haired girl pushed out of her seat, her hair falling infront of her eyes. "You- yer right, I should talk to her myself," she said numbly, throwing the bills on the bar and walking away.
~*~
"Ah... Hello?" Kenshou answered her cell phone, on her way home from summer school. Kouji looked at her for a moment, before they had to go their seperate ways.
"Kenshou?"
"Chishiki?"
"Yes, I... need to take a day off from tutoring you today. I already informed your father, it's all set. You can have a day off--"
"Wait..! Are you alright?"
"...... ah... I'm fine, just a little ill."
"Wait! I'm sorry about what happened the other day... I shouldn't have brought you to that place! Yer not like my other friends, I ju--"
"No, don't apologize. I'm just coming down with a cold or something. I'll get better in a day or so."
Kenshou stood there numb, unsure of what to make of this. Slowly she found herself asking, "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"..."
"Chishiki!?"
Soft, yet heavy breathing could be heard from the other end of the line. It sounded almost strained, as if she were fighting to say something. "Ah, no," she said after a while, and hung up.
She stared at the cell phone, her tutor's words running through her head, over and over and over. She didn't quite understand it, but she found herself yearning to see Chishiki again... outside of their sessions. Her steps were slower, her body wanting to go in another direction. Finally she stopped short, and turned around swiftly before running down in the opposite direction toward Kouji's house. She ran into him, as he was outside in his driveway working on his motorcycle, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Ahh-- Kenshou! What's wrong?" he asked, falling backwards onto the asphalt.
For the first time, his friend was over taken by emotion, an effeminate emotion. She was crying into his chest, babbling incoherently. Rubbing a hand on her back, he asked again, "What's wrong?"
She gulped for air, gasping, "I don't know!"
Kouji lifted the sobbing girl to her feet, carrying her into his house, and up the stairs to his attic bedroom. The two collapsed on his bed, or rather Kenshou's knees buckled, sending them sprawling onto the bed. She fought down the sobs bursting from her chest, all the while her dearest and closest friend asked, "What can I do? How can I help you?"
She choked back the last of her tears, biting down hard on her lip as to stop crying. Kouji took his sleeve and wiped away the crimson blood streaking down her chin. She looked at him, for a moment, before wrapping her arms around him, nestling her head in the crook between his shoulder and his chin. Kouji pressed a hand against her back lovingly, but quickly he recoiled, staring at his palm, which was red from the heat radiating from Kenshou's skin.
~*~
Chishiki stared at the phone in her hand, before letting it fall uselessly to the floor. She spent the rest of the afternoon calling her friends telling her that she was too sick to do anything, but the last call drained everything out of her. She could practically see Kenshou's expression: something almost pained. She closed her one eye, brushing back her bangs casually. Suddenly she saw a bolt of lightning streak across her inner eye, storm clouds loom in the distance... and Hikou's face. She bolted back to reality, a hand to her chest.
She looked down at her hand, staring numbly at the golden band and diamond wrapped around her finger. She hadn't bothered to take off the ring, even thought Hikou was already dead. In her mind, she was still dedicated to him... but yet... something about that girl Kenshou... she made her heart ache. She vaugely remembered, in the back of her head, that she had met her before, under much differnt pretenses. Groaning, she pressed her hands to her head. Ever since that night out she found that her memories were confused, and she saw things that made little or no sense.
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author's note: I purposely made this short because I didn't want to keep going during this chapter. Unfortunately, It was written during a case of bad writer's block... so it sucks. I offer much apologies... and please review... cuz I don't find myself driven to finish this anymore...