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Author's notes: I am completely discouraged by the lack of replies on this story. I am completely aware that my story isn't written all that well. I don't want you to lie to me, just tell me what you like or what you want me to improve. If you don't feel like saying that much…well, hell tell me your dog's name, or your favorite movie, I don't care. I just feel so lonely out here. =( I would however like to thank Miko no Hoshi for her undying support of my pitiful stories. This is for you.
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Shit. That was about all that Carrot could think at this point. If only he had kept his huge and uncontrollable mouth shut. After a stupid compliment like the one he had just given Tira, he would be expected to follow up with some sweet thing to say. And the worst thing was he couldn't think of anything. Shit. This was great just great.
Tiramisu's cherub face blushed a pink similar to her hair. Awkwardly she look down, trying to think of a way to say thank you for the compliment and return it too. Her mind stumbled over the wonderful fulfillment of knowing that Carrot liked some aspect of her. A part of her, the part that said she was her own woman, scolded her for putting so much value into a flattering remark directed at her dress and not her. Even though, she couldn't think of anything. She was in a love haze and her mind's eye was blinded the only reply she could think of was something cheap like 'Your's is nice too,' and even in her muddled thought she knew that wasn't right. Great just great.
With both of them silently pondering what to say, an uncomfortable hush settled over them. At least that was what Gateau saw when he caught up with the two.
Gateau was never one to mince words and so with open opinion he blabbed, "I thought I'd never see meathead Carrot quiet for more than twenty seconds! What, did you swallow a bug or something? At first when I saw you guys standing here like wax in a mausoleum, I thought that maybe Jackass here had insulted you Tira. But then I noticed that you weren't whipping him…so I ruled that out. So come on, get it out. What did you say idiot?" Gateau finished eyebrows brushing his hairline. Unknowingly Gateau's comment had dimmed the sparks for a romantic atmosphere.
"I didn't say anything I meant," and Carrot stalked off.
"Well that didn't go so well, eh Tira?" Gateau slyly questioned the heartbroken Tira.
Tira didn't even here him. She was fed up! Words floated to her mind, one's Apricot would have punished her for as a child; asshole, bastard, mother… Not one of them accurately described her feelings for that empty- headed Carrot. Her fists clenched as a part of her whispered an 'I told you so.' It was bad enough facing obscure rejection from a man she had loved for years, but now she was so far gone that she was forcing it on herself. In a moment of pure self-pity and hate she made up her mind; she was leaving the Sorcerer Hunters, for good. Maybe she could find some room at a local inn. Tira knew she had some money saved up. Nobody would miss her too terribly; who would miss the shy and quiet one? Tonight after dinner she would---
"…Tira did you hear anything that I just said?" Gateau searched the small girl's face for comprehension.
"Yeah. I mean, no. I don't really want to talk right now Gateau if that is okay with you. I guess I'll see you back at camp," Tira staggered along the beaten path, rejection apparent in every step.
"Wait! Let me walk you back. Please? It's the least I can do," Gateau offered feeling a more than a little guilty over the reason for her depression.
"Okay," Tira replied, a false smile stretched across her wane face. She tugged on his muscular arm and cried silent sobs into his denim vest the blue jean absorbing the moisture, but not the sorrow.
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"Give me the damn stick! You already cooked one! I haven't eaten at all!"
"If you want it Darling you have to take me too!"
"Like hell I will!"
Carrot and Chocolat argued over the roasting stick. Both had stomachs nearly as large as their respective sex drives. Sometimes Tiramisu enjoyed watching their antics, like toddlers arguing over ice cream. Tonight wasn't one of those nights. Tira wasn't hungry at all; the food and the company presented themselves as totally unappealing. But she didn't want to draw attention to herself. As silently as she could manage she choked down the meal, careful not to meet anyone's eyes.
Carrot munched on his dinner happily. After having wrenched the cooking stick out of Chocolat's grasp with his virginity still in tact he was feeling mighty proud of himself. Might proud. He turned on his hundred- watt smile, the smile he knew that the ladies loved. Looking around the bonfire he scanned the faces of his friends; Marron, his devoted brother sat in solemn contemplation until Gateau whispered some lewd joke into his ear when a smile would tug his lips, Chocolat sat with her legs spread daydreaming something that he had no desire to visualize, but at least she was happy in a dopey sort of way, Tire chan on the other hand. She sat with her arms folded over her chest hunched down in a fetal position. At first he thought she was cowering from the cold, what with the way she was huddled in on herself, but then he noticed the determination and stress that held her rigid. She was hiding something. Or mad. Carrot figured that she was probably upset about what he had said earlier today. But he also knew that Tira was tough and she didn't really care what he said. He wasn't completely stupid. At least not as much as everyone expected him to be. He felt guilty for his comment and decided that he was going to apologize early, before anybody was up. No one would expect him to be up that early and therefore wouldn't be able to attest to his apology. Perfect. All guilt gone from his face he began to chomp away again, the smile back in place.
Tira was sick. If he kept smiling like that she was going to punch him into the stratosphere! Rising she left without any regrets towards her tent where her belongings lay piled in a burlap bundle.
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"Tira? Tira? Hey are you awake? Tira?" Carrot beckoned into the dim tent.
"Tira? Tira? I know that you are probably mad at me, but I just wanted to tell you that…Tira?" Carrot ruffled through her bed, throwing the sheets and pillows into the air.
Tira wasn't here. Digging through the linens that lay in a tangle on the tent floor he searched for some kind of letter to tell him where she had wandered off. Nothing. Nothing. That was all he could find. And that was how is insides felt like. She had left. He hadn't apologized. Shit.
Author's notes: I am completely discouraged by the lack of replies on this story. I am completely aware that my story isn't written all that well. I don't want you to lie to me, just tell me what you like or what you want me to improve. If you don't feel like saying that much…well, hell tell me your dog's name, or your favorite movie, I don't care. I just feel so lonely out here. =( I would however like to thank Miko no Hoshi for her undying support of my pitiful stories. This is for you.
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Shit. That was about all that Carrot could think at this point. If only he had kept his huge and uncontrollable mouth shut. After a stupid compliment like the one he had just given Tira, he would be expected to follow up with some sweet thing to say. And the worst thing was he couldn't think of anything. Shit. This was great just great.
Tiramisu's cherub face blushed a pink similar to her hair. Awkwardly she look down, trying to think of a way to say thank you for the compliment and return it too. Her mind stumbled over the wonderful fulfillment of knowing that Carrot liked some aspect of her. A part of her, the part that said she was her own woman, scolded her for putting so much value into a flattering remark directed at her dress and not her. Even though, she couldn't think of anything. She was in a love haze and her mind's eye was blinded the only reply she could think of was something cheap like 'Your's is nice too,' and even in her muddled thought she knew that wasn't right. Great just great.
With both of them silently pondering what to say, an uncomfortable hush settled over them. At least that was what Gateau saw when he caught up with the two.
Gateau was never one to mince words and so with open opinion he blabbed, "I thought I'd never see meathead Carrot quiet for more than twenty seconds! What, did you swallow a bug or something? At first when I saw you guys standing here like wax in a mausoleum, I thought that maybe Jackass here had insulted you Tira. But then I noticed that you weren't whipping him…so I ruled that out. So come on, get it out. What did you say idiot?" Gateau finished eyebrows brushing his hairline. Unknowingly Gateau's comment had dimmed the sparks for a romantic atmosphere.
"I didn't say anything I meant," and Carrot stalked off.
"Well that didn't go so well, eh Tira?" Gateau slyly questioned the heartbroken Tira.
Tira didn't even here him. She was fed up! Words floated to her mind, one's Apricot would have punished her for as a child; asshole, bastard, mother… Not one of them accurately described her feelings for that empty- headed Carrot. Her fists clenched as a part of her whispered an 'I told you so.' It was bad enough facing obscure rejection from a man she had loved for years, but now she was so far gone that she was forcing it on herself. In a moment of pure self-pity and hate she made up her mind; she was leaving the Sorcerer Hunters, for good. Maybe she could find some room at a local inn. Tira knew she had some money saved up. Nobody would miss her too terribly; who would miss the shy and quiet one? Tonight after dinner she would---
"…Tira did you hear anything that I just said?" Gateau searched the small girl's face for comprehension.
"Yeah. I mean, no. I don't really want to talk right now Gateau if that is okay with you. I guess I'll see you back at camp," Tira staggered along the beaten path, rejection apparent in every step.
"Wait! Let me walk you back. Please? It's the least I can do," Gateau offered feeling a more than a little guilty over the reason for her depression.
"Okay," Tira replied, a false smile stretched across her wane face. She tugged on his muscular arm and cried silent sobs into his denim vest the blue jean absorbing the moisture, but not the sorrow.
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"Give me the damn stick! You already cooked one! I haven't eaten at all!"
"If you want it Darling you have to take me too!"
"Like hell I will!"
Carrot and Chocolat argued over the roasting stick. Both had stomachs nearly as large as their respective sex drives. Sometimes Tiramisu enjoyed watching their antics, like toddlers arguing over ice cream. Tonight wasn't one of those nights. Tira wasn't hungry at all; the food and the company presented themselves as totally unappealing. But she didn't want to draw attention to herself. As silently as she could manage she choked down the meal, careful not to meet anyone's eyes.
Carrot munched on his dinner happily. After having wrenched the cooking stick out of Chocolat's grasp with his virginity still in tact he was feeling mighty proud of himself. Might proud. He turned on his hundred- watt smile, the smile he knew that the ladies loved. Looking around the bonfire he scanned the faces of his friends; Marron, his devoted brother sat in solemn contemplation until Gateau whispered some lewd joke into his ear when a smile would tug his lips, Chocolat sat with her legs spread daydreaming something that he had no desire to visualize, but at least she was happy in a dopey sort of way, Tire chan on the other hand. She sat with her arms folded over her chest hunched down in a fetal position. At first he thought she was cowering from the cold, what with the way she was huddled in on herself, but then he noticed the determination and stress that held her rigid. She was hiding something. Or mad. Carrot figured that she was probably upset about what he had said earlier today. But he also knew that Tira was tough and she didn't really care what he said. He wasn't completely stupid. At least not as much as everyone expected him to be. He felt guilty for his comment and decided that he was going to apologize early, before anybody was up. No one would expect him to be up that early and therefore wouldn't be able to attest to his apology. Perfect. All guilt gone from his face he began to chomp away again, the smile back in place.
Tira was sick. If he kept smiling like that she was going to punch him into the stratosphere! Rising she left without any regrets towards her tent where her belongings lay piled in a burlap bundle.
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"Tira? Tira? Hey are you awake? Tira?" Carrot beckoned into the dim tent.
"Tira? Tira? I know that you are probably mad at me, but I just wanted to tell you that…Tira?" Carrot ruffled through her bed, throwing the sheets and pillows into the air.
Tira wasn't here. Digging through the linens that lay in a tangle on the tent floor he searched for some kind of letter to tell him where she had wandered off. Nothing. Nothing. That was all he could find. And that was how is insides felt like. She had left. He hadn't apologized. Shit.