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Author's rantings and ravings: hyuk hyuk hyuk.....feel crazy today.....right before my science exam.....dear dear...
This chapter's long 'cos I feel bored. SoOo.....
To see won bin, go to http://wonbin.wonderspace.net/ww01.jpg . Cant find any really nice ones, but this one's okay...
Thanks:
sLL: WON BIN?!?!!? YOU DON'T KNOW WHO'S WON BIN?!!? AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH :P
tensaispira: you lost you're gameboy? HOW COULD YOU?? THE GAMEBOY'S EVERYONE'S BEST FRIEND!!! ^^
Part 16: There's Trouble with Spin the Bottle. Guess who calls?
She felt strange.
Her body, it felt weird. As if, as if...
As if she knew someone shouldn't be here. But that was stupid, wasn't it? How should she know anyway? It's not like she's...
Or is she?
No, I'm not, Aya firmly established the thought in her head. That's why I refused to take the test, because I know I'm not. Shit...happens. It's just bad luck that I'm always at the wrong place and time.
God must hate you then, if you received so much bad luck, a voice in her head said smugly.
Shut up, Conscience. Or whatever you call yourself.
"Spin the Bottle?"
Karo grinned. "Yea. Want to play?"
"Is Sendoh playing?"
"No."
"Then I'll think about it." She walked away.
Karo looked at her back. Sendoh, eh? Interesting...
"Hey Sendoh!"
He turned around. "Hi Karo."
He grinned. "We're playing Spin the Bottle. Want to play?"
The response was immediate. "Of course!"
"Ahh...there's a problem though."
"Nandadou?"
"The guys in the group...they don't want to play unless Aya does."
"It's Ayra." He said automatically.
Karo shrugged. "Whatever. Anyways, I tried asking her but she said no. Can you try?"
Sendoh smiled happily. "For spin the Bottle? Sure!" He went to find Aya, whistling to himself.
Karo smiled slowly. The fool actually believed him.
This was going to be easy.
Sendoh appeared, with Aya in tow. His hand was in a tight grip around her wrist, he noted. She looks more of being dragged along, an expression in her eyes.
Green eyes.
They sat down, Aya landing heavily. She gave Sendoh a fierce look, who pretended not to see it.
"Let's play!" He said happily.
"Okay. Ground rules apply. No need to kiss the same sex. If the bottle spins back at yourself, forfeit." Someone said.
"Just get over it already," Aya said almost savagely.
Seta and Tomoko were playing too; so was Nobuo. Seta spinned it first.
Karo mentally pushed it a little.
The bottle stopped directly at Tomoko.
Seta grinned. "Sorry Sendoh." And kissed her among catcalls. Tomoko was red in the face.
Sendoh shrugged. "She's a big girl now. Karo, you're turn."
He grinned and reached for the bottle. Aya suddenly grabbed his hand.
"What's this?"
There was a black mark on the back of his hand. It looked like a dot with a curved drop around it.
"Oh this? A tattoo I got. Cool, yeah?"
Yin of yin-yang...
"Hmm." Thoughtfully, she let go and leaned back. It was familiar. Very familiar. In fact, she knew she saw it before...
He took the bottle and spun it. Aya noticed it was that same hand with the tattoo. His smile...it was funny...
Wait.
When Seta spun the bottle, didn't it stop directly at Tomoko? Shouldn't it wobble a bit first? And it pointed clearly at Tomoko. Too clearly. Straight at her. Like an arrow...and he stared at the bottle. He was grinning then too.
Come to think of it, why was it Sendoh who dragged her here?
Jonathan!
He had that mark too!
And he wanted to kill her, didn't he? And...he is...was...like her. Someone different.
He went insane looking at her. Should she do it?
No choice, bottle's stopping. She could tell it would be her.
Or else...she could try.
For her safety, and everyone else's. Yes, she will. She must.
Sendoh saw Aya suddenly jerk her head up and look directly at Karo. Her eyes, if possible, glowed slightly.
Sendoh, eyes do not glow, he berated himself. It just became more noticeable.
Then he noticed Karo's glitter. Strange how he never noticed his friend's eye colour before then.
It was a baby blue. Strange colour, for a Japanese...
The bottle exploded.
Well, not exploded, more like broke into pieces, suddenly. All the same, everyone ducked to avoid the pieces, except the both of them. Karo's left eye twitched a little when a sharp edge cut his nose. Aya remained impassive, even when one sliced past her cheek.
"Aya! You alright?" Sendoh asked frantically.
"I'll live," she said calmly, without breaking contact with Karo. She automatically wiped the blood off with the back of her hand. He looked away, an angry expression on his face, before replaced by an apologetic smile, all within a second.
"Aah, gomen! Must have spun it too hard. Daijoubu, minna?"
Faint 'yeas' and 'hais' answered him.
Spun it too hard? I'm going to laugh.
"Oh. Dear. Bottle broke. Too bad, can't play anymore. See ya," she started to get up.
"That's okay. I'll get another one, along with the broom." Tomoko rose.
Tomokooooo!! Don't do this to meeee!......
"Sit down, Aya." Sendoh commanded gently.
"Yea, come on! We just started," protested Karo.
"No. Bye all."
Sendoh sighed and took out a pair of handcuffs, jangling it so it would sound.
Aya glared and sat back down.
Everyone else sweatdropped.
After the glass was cleared, play was resumed. Karo did not retake his turn, and more people joined them in the game. It was quite a few people's turn before it came to Sendoh. By then several watches, a jacket, and a picture of Sendoh were in the center. He kept grinning at the girl who forfeited his picture, and the girl turned redder and redder until, on Tomoko's (gesturing) orders, Aya 'accidently' smacked him on the head, causing him to see stars.
"Oi Sendoh. Your turn," Nobuo grinned at the still slightly spaced-out basketball player and pushed the bottle over.
"You're lucky Aya!" One girl said enviously. "Nobody had to kiss you yet."
If Aya remembered correctly the girl had to be kissed four times in a row.
"I plan to keep it that way," she said shortly.
"Impossible, unless you're psychic," Karo said casually. Aya stiffened a little, then relaxed.
"It might be because some psychotic psychic really likes me that the bottle's been avoiding me," she replied, eyes rolling at the word 'like'.
Karo smiled dangerously at her. She merely blinked innocently back.
"Bottle spinning, people."
Both of them, reminded of their surroundings, relaxed and watched the bottle, a temporary truce agreed upon for now.
Who the hell cares about homework? He doesn't.
He had a basketball hoop installed in his room. The walls, ceiling and floor were soundproof and specially made to take the grunt of the ball bouncing off.
Of course, that meant that either his ceiling was pretty high or his shots weren't high, pick your choice.
"Sir, Ma'am is on the phone."
He stopped shooting and picked up the ball.
"Thank you, Demitra."
Slightly non-plussed, the Filipino closed the door.
Rukawa sighed and closed his eyes. Then he picked up the phone.
"Rukawa."
"Kaede? Is that you?"
"...hai."
"It's nice to hear you, my son. We're coming back next Saturday and we want to bring you out. Will you be free?" His mother asked.
He rubbed his eyes. When will all this stop? The politeness, the...the...the fakeness of it all?
"Hai."
"That's good! Kaede, did you know Adelaide Iyashite and Adian Nayama are coming too?" Her voice grew excited. "I think one of them is already there, though I can't remember which."
"Wakata."
"There should be the media swarming around her, poor thing." She tsked. "Both so young and already bothered by them."
He nearly laughed, but choked it off.
"Dear, are you alright? Anyways, they're both here on our invitation. Be nice to them," she continued.
I played ball with her and nearly kicked someone off the team because he dissed her. Nice?
See yaz!! And I think this is incomplete.....dunno. *shrugs*. Anyways it's up, who cares, I don't. ta-ta!
Author's rantings and ravings: hyuk hyuk hyuk.....feel crazy today.....right before my science exam.....dear dear...
This chapter's long 'cos I feel bored. SoOo.....
To see won bin, go to http://wonbin.wonderspace.net/ww01.jpg . Cant find any really nice ones, but this one's okay...
Thanks:
sLL: WON BIN?!?!!? YOU DON'T KNOW WHO'S WON BIN?!!? AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH :P
tensaispira: you lost you're gameboy? HOW COULD YOU?? THE GAMEBOY'S EVERYONE'S BEST FRIEND!!! ^^
Part 16: There's Trouble with Spin the Bottle. Guess who calls?
She felt strange.
Her body, it felt weird. As if, as if...
As if she knew someone shouldn't be here. But that was stupid, wasn't it? How should she know anyway? It's not like she's...
Or is she?
No, I'm not, Aya firmly established the thought in her head. That's why I refused to take the test, because I know I'm not. Shit...happens. It's just bad luck that I'm always at the wrong place and time.
God must hate you then, if you received so much bad luck, a voice in her head said smugly.
Shut up, Conscience. Or whatever you call yourself.
"Spin the Bottle?"
Karo grinned. "Yea. Want to play?"
"Is Sendoh playing?"
"No."
"Then I'll think about it." She walked away.
Karo looked at her back. Sendoh, eh? Interesting...
"Hey Sendoh!"
He turned around. "Hi Karo."
He grinned. "We're playing Spin the Bottle. Want to play?"
The response was immediate. "Of course!"
"Ahh...there's a problem though."
"Nandadou?"
"The guys in the group...they don't want to play unless Aya does."
"It's Ayra." He said automatically.
Karo shrugged. "Whatever. Anyways, I tried asking her but she said no. Can you try?"
Sendoh smiled happily. "For spin the Bottle? Sure!" He went to find Aya, whistling to himself.
Karo smiled slowly. The fool actually believed him.
This was going to be easy.
Sendoh appeared, with Aya in tow. His hand was in a tight grip around her wrist, he noted. She looks more of being dragged along, an expression in her eyes.
Green eyes.
They sat down, Aya landing heavily. She gave Sendoh a fierce look, who pretended not to see it.
"Let's play!" He said happily.
"Okay. Ground rules apply. No need to kiss the same sex. If the bottle spins back at yourself, forfeit." Someone said.
"Just get over it already," Aya said almost savagely.
Seta and Tomoko were playing too; so was Nobuo. Seta spinned it first.
Karo mentally pushed it a little.
The bottle stopped directly at Tomoko.
Seta grinned. "Sorry Sendoh." And kissed her among catcalls. Tomoko was red in the face.
Sendoh shrugged. "She's a big girl now. Karo, you're turn."
He grinned and reached for the bottle. Aya suddenly grabbed his hand.
"What's this?"
There was a black mark on the back of his hand. It looked like a dot with a curved drop around it.
"Oh this? A tattoo I got. Cool, yeah?"
Yin of yin-yang...
"Hmm." Thoughtfully, she let go and leaned back. It was familiar. Very familiar. In fact, she knew she saw it before...
He took the bottle and spun it. Aya noticed it was that same hand with the tattoo. His smile...it was funny...
Wait.
When Seta spun the bottle, didn't it stop directly at Tomoko? Shouldn't it wobble a bit first? And it pointed clearly at Tomoko. Too clearly. Straight at her. Like an arrow...and he stared at the bottle. He was grinning then too.
Come to think of it, why was it Sendoh who dragged her here?
Jonathan!
He had that mark too!
And he wanted to kill her, didn't he? And...he is...was...like her. Someone different.
He went insane looking at her. Should she do it?
No choice, bottle's stopping. She could tell it would be her.
Or else...she could try.
For her safety, and everyone else's. Yes, she will. She must.
Sendoh saw Aya suddenly jerk her head up and look directly at Karo. Her eyes, if possible, glowed slightly.
Sendoh, eyes do not glow, he berated himself. It just became more noticeable.
Then he noticed Karo's glitter. Strange how he never noticed his friend's eye colour before then.
It was a baby blue. Strange colour, for a Japanese...
The bottle exploded.
Well, not exploded, more like broke into pieces, suddenly. All the same, everyone ducked to avoid the pieces, except the both of them. Karo's left eye twitched a little when a sharp edge cut his nose. Aya remained impassive, even when one sliced past her cheek.
"Aya! You alright?" Sendoh asked frantically.
"I'll live," she said calmly, without breaking contact with Karo. She automatically wiped the blood off with the back of her hand. He looked away, an angry expression on his face, before replaced by an apologetic smile, all within a second.
"Aah, gomen! Must have spun it too hard. Daijoubu, minna?"
Faint 'yeas' and 'hais' answered him.
Spun it too hard? I'm going to laugh.
"Oh. Dear. Bottle broke. Too bad, can't play anymore. See ya," she started to get up.
"That's okay. I'll get another one, along with the broom." Tomoko rose.
Tomokooooo!! Don't do this to meeee!......
"Sit down, Aya." Sendoh commanded gently.
"Yea, come on! We just started," protested Karo.
"No. Bye all."
Sendoh sighed and took out a pair of handcuffs, jangling it so it would sound.
Aya glared and sat back down.
Everyone else sweatdropped.
After the glass was cleared, play was resumed. Karo did not retake his turn, and more people joined them in the game. It was quite a few people's turn before it came to Sendoh. By then several watches, a jacket, and a picture of Sendoh were in the center. He kept grinning at the girl who forfeited his picture, and the girl turned redder and redder until, on Tomoko's (gesturing) orders, Aya 'accidently' smacked him on the head, causing him to see stars.
"Oi Sendoh. Your turn," Nobuo grinned at the still slightly spaced-out basketball player and pushed the bottle over.
"You're lucky Aya!" One girl said enviously. "Nobody had to kiss you yet."
If Aya remembered correctly the girl had to be kissed four times in a row.
"I plan to keep it that way," she said shortly.
"Impossible, unless you're psychic," Karo said casually. Aya stiffened a little, then relaxed.
"It might be because some psychotic psychic really likes me that the bottle's been avoiding me," she replied, eyes rolling at the word 'like'.
Karo smiled dangerously at her. She merely blinked innocently back.
"Bottle spinning, people."
Both of them, reminded of their surroundings, relaxed and watched the bottle, a temporary truce agreed upon for now.
Who the hell cares about homework? He doesn't.
He had a basketball hoop installed in his room. The walls, ceiling and floor were soundproof and specially made to take the grunt of the ball bouncing off.
Of course, that meant that either his ceiling was pretty high or his shots weren't high, pick your choice.
"Sir, Ma'am is on the phone."
He stopped shooting and picked up the ball.
"Thank you, Demitra."
Slightly non-plussed, the Filipino closed the door.
Rukawa sighed and closed his eyes. Then he picked up the phone.
"Rukawa."
"Kaede? Is that you?"
"...hai."
"It's nice to hear you, my son. We're coming back next Saturday and we want to bring you out. Will you be free?" His mother asked.
He rubbed his eyes. When will all this stop? The politeness, the...the...the fakeness of it all?
"Hai."
"That's good! Kaede, did you know Adelaide Iyashite and Adian Nayama are coming too?" Her voice grew excited. "I think one of them is already there, though I can't remember which."
"Wakata."
"There should be the media swarming around her, poor thing." She tsked. "Both so young and already bothered by them."
He nearly laughed, but choked it off.
"Dear, are you alright? Anyways, they're both here on our invitation. Be nice to them," she continued.
I played ball with her and nearly kicked someone off the team because he dissed her. Nice?
See yaz!! And I think this is incomplete.....dunno. *shrugs*. Anyways it's up, who cares, I don't. ta-ta!