Heyo again here's chapter 5.lol we just made up ^-^ PS PS~! if any of you
remember the story I think its called Do You Love me...it was a song fic in
every chapter with Roxette songs I just absolutely loved it but it got
killed when ff.net cut all the NC-17 stories *pouts* if you know where I
can red it again please email us at shy_crush@hotmail.com !!!!!!
Thanks!!!!!!
Disclaimer: you know it! Don't own No Doubt's " You Can Do lt"
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So many here
next to gone
breaking into this sad
sad song.
Boy
for you it's hard to take
cuz the pill has an awful taste.
Just open up and swallow down
One more time.
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Gasoline
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Dedication: To anyone who's ever fallen in love and been forced to run away, to anyone who's ever been told they were loved and were unable to love back. And finally to anyone who's ever known the pain of heartbreak. Things are always harder when you have trouble accepting them. You will always fall in love again.
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~Shy
*Crush
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Omi
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Tell me, do you believe that anywhere inside my disgusting fucked up mind, there might be a real person? I, in pure truth, have no idea.
~Flashback~
"God dammit Omi! You're a fucking whore. How much goddamn respect do you think you can get?!" he yelled. "How much do you think you deserve?" he laughed, one of those hollow laughs.the kind that means they really don't care what you think.
"I-I," I stumbled loosing whatever ground I might have held in the 'discussion.'
"I-I," Persia mimics me, pretending to dry a tear. "What does wrong mama's boy don't, like his nickname? Whore?"
"I'm not a whore!" And when did I ever really have a mother? She died when I was ten."
"Oh, well then, when have ever been with a woman? Or better yet, on top?"
"Stop being an ass," I rolled my eyes and turned away, but Persia caught my wrist, and turned me back to face him again. (Shy: *jumps up and down* isn't it cute the way Omi says Persia with his Japanese voice!!)
"Tell me what your really thinking, right now." Persia's other hand took my waist, pulling me closer.
"I'm thinking of a way to get you the hell off of me!" I pulled away. Persia standing so he could look down at me with a sickening chiding look, "You fuck little kids remember?"
"But you are a little kid, my beautiful Omi. That's why men love to fuck you little body all the way into next year. And you're damn stupid. If you weren't stupid, you wouldn't know me."
~End Flashback~
He was right. Like always. Everything, everyone is always just the same.
"Hey there, earth to Tsukiyono," Ken's voice drives me out of thought. I give him a look and he smiles shyly. "I just though-"
"That I would like to play ball with the boys. My pals?" I cut him off. "I don't play sports Ken. It's not my style."
"Well sorry, Ms. Universe. I was just thinking-"
"That I would just love to have fun playing ball..? No, you thought wrong."
As usual.
"Oh, okay then."
I watch as five of my 'groupies' start talking off bets with the other team. Cigarettes, money. Respect.
"I'll bet for you bitch!" A large Latino man points a fat finger in my direction.
"Hey! You watch your mouth!" I see Schu push him.
"Aw, common Schu," Yoji steps between them. "Omi don't mind, do-ya Omi?" Emerald eyes stare, daring me to hurt Schu some more.
Letting my head droop to look at my feet, I shake my head no. Why should I care? I'm only a whore. Remember?
"See," Yoji slaps Schu's back with the same friendship gesture as Ken did me. Everyone knows the red-head hates the blonde with a passion. "Now, what's in it for us?"
A dampened breeze comes up from behind giving my bare arms goose bumps, and the hairs on my neck stand on end. My hair brushes across my face, and I smile.
It's going to rain, I can smell it.
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Schuldig
(we made this part into a sorta song fic thing, we just found words that fit it so well, the song does 2. Delerium's-Heaven's Earth)
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Personally, I never really liked sports of any kind. Neither did Aya, Bradley or Farfie. Ken liked soccer, not basketball. Yoji of course couldn't play or at least he wouldn't. Leaving it up to us. Nearby Omi leaned against the wall, watching us all intently. Secretly, I think he wanted us to lose.
// I know you want me
But caution inspires. //
'Schuldig' Brad's voice snaps through my mind. I turn to him. I hadn't used my gift since the first day I got here and now he thought it would be useful.
"What?" I reply aloud. Farf, Ken and Aya all turn to me in curiosity, surprise and mild annoyance.
"Come here." Brad told them. They came slowly all watching me warily. "Schuldig can do something none of us can.." he began as I stopped listening and glanced at Omi. Cerulean blue eyes met my own immediately. The look he gave me distinctly read, "I dare you."
// You're tamed indifference, Wont' challenge me //
Smiling I speak into his mind, 'See something you like?' Omi's face paled as he continued to stare at me. His eyes widen in surprise when he realized that my lips had indeed not moved.
'Fuckin' telepath,' he replies, anger raging on his features. 'So Schu, are you going to try to be my knight in shining armor, or what?' he continues.
// Could it be
Loves what you deny me //
'Why would I do that?'
'Because,' he smiled maliciously 'You love me, remember?'
// Could it be
Loves what you deny me? //
"Schu?!" Ken called out, "Play, dammit!"
'You don't know much, child.' I say to Omi, 'In fact you know a lot less than you seem to think.' I shut the connection and returned to the game.
// This spoiled seduction
intoxicates thee //
The nearby guard called out the five-minute warning. Ken picked up the dirty ball and tossed it to me, catching it I began down the court towards Aya. Half way there Firefly, a tall black man with more lighters than I've need in my 13 year smoking career, caught up to me.
He reached for the ball, I turned to throw it at Aya, but Omi caught my eye. A cigarette dangling from his fingers as his other hand clung to the back of Yoji's neck. Firefly got the ball.
// So balanced on my halo
You long secretly //
Brad suddenly came up from behind and whispered "You shouldn't let it get to you. In fact, you should expect this kind of thing."
"Brad-"
"He's a prostitute, Schu, and Yoji is Yoji."
Aya's voice popped into my mind, "Just keep your mind on the game."
Trying to push the image of Omi and Yoji out of my mind, I went back to my teammates. Nagi had come down and was sitting quietly on the cement, scratching the score onto the pavement with rocks. His cigarette hanging, forgotten from his lower lip as he watched Ken, silently marking three points for us. 12-12.
He gives me a quick wave before taking a deep drag from his cigarette. And just as the guard called out the two-minute warning the rain began to fall.
// Could it, could it be
Loves what you deny me
Could it be
Loves what you deny me //
Brad finally decides to take charge and grabbed the ball, shooting a lay up and landing on his right ankle. (Crush: poor little Braddy-kins, this is why basketball is a bad sport. Shy: *laughing so so hard* could you see him fall, just ah!.ground *laughs louder*) "Fuck!" he exclaimed, trying to stand and failing. 15-12 and we were down a player. The rain was falling heavy, drenching us all in a matter of seconds.
Again I caught sight of Omi and Yoji. Omi holding the glowing cigarette to his lips as Yoji trailed down his neck. He caught my eyes, sticking up his middle finger lazily.
// Everything was spinning
Don't deny yourself
'cuz I know what you want //
Without Brad we were crushed. Two minutes later we lost 15-24. Firefly went up Yoji, saying "you're playing with my toy."
Omi glanced my way, and I heard 'People in here don't know how to love. And I don't do it for free.'
'Omi,' I replied, sullen.
'Don't, Schu. Don't love me.'
// Don't deny me
We will be together //
'Why not?' I questioned. Yoji and Firefly continued to discuss payment.
'Because,' his face fell, 'I don't know how to love either. I've been doing this for so long.'
// So try to run love
But you won't get away //
'Omi-' I say again.
'Don't you dare feel sorry for me! Don't you dare pity me!' he eyes flew into a rage. Now Firefly and Yoji were watching the silent exchange with mild curiosity.
'Tell me you don't love me.' I had been setting myself up for heartbreak, I really was. I needed too hear him say it, I needed to hear it.
// Could it, could it be
Loves what you deny me? //
"Come along, Omi," Firefly laughed, "I've got plans for you."
"I guess your little slut will be busy," Yoji smirked when they were out of earshot.
I snapped. I punched, kicked, jabbed at him. I couldn't hold back, attacking blindly. The guards pulled me off almost instantly, both of us breathing hard, bloody and bruised.
"Let his go!" A female voice shouts, "That one, take him to Manx," She gestured to Yoji. "And this one, I want him showered, changed and in my office in half and hour."
"Yes, Ms. Christy." The guard relies mechanically. From the corner of my eye I could see Omi walking away expressionless.
// Could it be
Loves what you deny me?
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Owari
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Gomen if this wasn't what you were looking for minna-san ^-^;;; it took for a long time to change words because somebody didn't write their part in first person *rubs temple* your turn to type them up next time I think..ne ways.hope you like it a little.constructive criticism is welcome AND SO ARE GOOD REVIEWS!!!!. Flames will be fun to send to Bri ^-^ toodles!!!
Disclaimer: you know it! Don't own No Doubt's " You Can Do lt"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
So many here
next to gone
breaking into this sad
sad song.
Boy
for you it's hard to take
cuz the pill has an awful taste.
Just open up and swallow down
One more time.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Gasoline
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Dedication: To anyone who's ever fallen in love and been forced to run away, to anyone who's ever been told they were loved and were unable to love back. And finally to anyone who's ever known the pain of heartbreak. Things are always harder when you have trouble accepting them. You will always fall in love again.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
~Shy
*Crush
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Omi
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Tell me, do you believe that anywhere inside my disgusting fucked up mind, there might be a real person? I, in pure truth, have no idea.
~Flashback~
"God dammit Omi! You're a fucking whore. How much goddamn respect do you think you can get?!" he yelled. "How much do you think you deserve?" he laughed, one of those hollow laughs.the kind that means they really don't care what you think.
"I-I," I stumbled loosing whatever ground I might have held in the 'discussion.'
"I-I," Persia mimics me, pretending to dry a tear. "What does wrong mama's boy don't, like his nickname? Whore?"
"I'm not a whore!" And when did I ever really have a mother? She died when I was ten."
"Oh, well then, when have ever been with a woman? Or better yet, on top?"
"Stop being an ass," I rolled my eyes and turned away, but Persia caught my wrist, and turned me back to face him again. (Shy: *jumps up and down* isn't it cute the way Omi says Persia with his Japanese voice!!)
"Tell me what your really thinking, right now." Persia's other hand took my waist, pulling me closer.
"I'm thinking of a way to get you the hell off of me!" I pulled away. Persia standing so he could look down at me with a sickening chiding look, "You fuck little kids remember?"
"But you are a little kid, my beautiful Omi. That's why men love to fuck you little body all the way into next year. And you're damn stupid. If you weren't stupid, you wouldn't know me."
~End Flashback~
He was right. Like always. Everything, everyone is always just the same.
"Hey there, earth to Tsukiyono," Ken's voice drives me out of thought. I give him a look and he smiles shyly. "I just though-"
"That I would like to play ball with the boys. My pals?" I cut him off. "I don't play sports Ken. It's not my style."
"Well sorry, Ms. Universe. I was just thinking-"
"That I would just love to have fun playing ball..? No, you thought wrong."
As usual.
"Oh, okay then."
I watch as five of my 'groupies' start talking off bets with the other team. Cigarettes, money. Respect.
"I'll bet for you bitch!" A large Latino man points a fat finger in my direction.
"Hey! You watch your mouth!" I see Schu push him.
"Aw, common Schu," Yoji steps between them. "Omi don't mind, do-ya Omi?" Emerald eyes stare, daring me to hurt Schu some more.
Letting my head droop to look at my feet, I shake my head no. Why should I care? I'm only a whore. Remember?
"See," Yoji slaps Schu's back with the same friendship gesture as Ken did me. Everyone knows the red-head hates the blonde with a passion. "Now, what's in it for us?"
A dampened breeze comes up from behind giving my bare arms goose bumps, and the hairs on my neck stand on end. My hair brushes across my face, and I smile.
It's going to rain, I can smell it.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Schuldig
(we made this part into a sorta song fic thing, we just found words that fit it so well, the song does 2. Delerium's-Heaven's Earth)
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Personally, I never really liked sports of any kind. Neither did Aya, Bradley or Farfie. Ken liked soccer, not basketball. Yoji of course couldn't play or at least he wouldn't. Leaving it up to us. Nearby Omi leaned against the wall, watching us all intently. Secretly, I think he wanted us to lose.
// I know you want me
But caution inspires. //
'Schuldig' Brad's voice snaps through my mind. I turn to him. I hadn't used my gift since the first day I got here and now he thought it would be useful.
"What?" I reply aloud. Farf, Ken and Aya all turn to me in curiosity, surprise and mild annoyance.
"Come here." Brad told them. They came slowly all watching me warily. "Schuldig can do something none of us can.." he began as I stopped listening and glanced at Omi. Cerulean blue eyes met my own immediately. The look he gave me distinctly read, "I dare you."
// You're tamed indifference, Wont' challenge me //
Smiling I speak into his mind, 'See something you like?' Omi's face paled as he continued to stare at me. His eyes widen in surprise when he realized that my lips had indeed not moved.
'Fuckin' telepath,' he replies, anger raging on his features. 'So Schu, are you going to try to be my knight in shining armor, or what?' he continues.
// Could it be
Loves what you deny me //
'Why would I do that?'
'Because,' he smiled maliciously 'You love me, remember?'
// Could it be
Loves what you deny me? //
"Schu?!" Ken called out, "Play, dammit!"
'You don't know much, child.' I say to Omi, 'In fact you know a lot less than you seem to think.' I shut the connection and returned to the game.
// This spoiled seduction
intoxicates thee //
The nearby guard called out the five-minute warning. Ken picked up the dirty ball and tossed it to me, catching it I began down the court towards Aya. Half way there Firefly, a tall black man with more lighters than I've need in my 13 year smoking career, caught up to me.
He reached for the ball, I turned to throw it at Aya, but Omi caught my eye. A cigarette dangling from his fingers as his other hand clung to the back of Yoji's neck. Firefly got the ball.
// So balanced on my halo
You long secretly //
Brad suddenly came up from behind and whispered "You shouldn't let it get to you. In fact, you should expect this kind of thing."
"Brad-"
"He's a prostitute, Schu, and Yoji is Yoji."
Aya's voice popped into my mind, "Just keep your mind on the game."
Trying to push the image of Omi and Yoji out of my mind, I went back to my teammates. Nagi had come down and was sitting quietly on the cement, scratching the score onto the pavement with rocks. His cigarette hanging, forgotten from his lower lip as he watched Ken, silently marking three points for us. 12-12.
He gives me a quick wave before taking a deep drag from his cigarette. And just as the guard called out the two-minute warning the rain began to fall.
// Could it, could it be
Loves what you deny me
Could it be
Loves what you deny me //
Brad finally decides to take charge and grabbed the ball, shooting a lay up and landing on his right ankle. (Crush: poor little Braddy-kins, this is why basketball is a bad sport. Shy: *laughing so so hard* could you see him fall, just ah!.ground *laughs louder*) "Fuck!" he exclaimed, trying to stand and failing. 15-12 and we were down a player. The rain was falling heavy, drenching us all in a matter of seconds.
Again I caught sight of Omi and Yoji. Omi holding the glowing cigarette to his lips as Yoji trailed down his neck. He caught my eyes, sticking up his middle finger lazily.
// Everything was spinning
Don't deny yourself
'cuz I know what you want //
Without Brad we were crushed. Two minutes later we lost 15-24. Firefly went up Yoji, saying "you're playing with my toy."
Omi glanced my way, and I heard 'People in here don't know how to love. And I don't do it for free.'
'Omi,' I replied, sullen.
'Don't, Schu. Don't love me.'
// Don't deny me
We will be together //
'Why not?' I questioned. Yoji and Firefly continued to discuss payment.
'Because,' his face fell, 'I don't know how to love either. I've been doing this for so long.'
// So try to run love
But you won't get away //
'Omi-' I say again.
'Don't you dare feel sorry for me! Don't you dare pity me!' he eyes flew into a rage. Now Firefly and Yoji were watching the silent exchange with mild curiosity.
'Tell me you don't love me.' I had been setting myself up for heartbreak, I really was. I needed too hear him say it, I needed to hear it.
// Could it, could it be
Loves what you deny me? //
"Come along, Omi," Firefly laughed, "I've got plans for you."
"I guess your little slut will be busy," Yoji smirked when they were out of earshot.
I snapped. I punched, kicked, jabbed at him. I couldn't hold back, attacking blindly. The guards pulled me off almost instantly, both of us breathing hard, bloody and bruised.
"Let his go!" A female voice shouts, "That one, take him to Manx," She gestured to Yoji. "And this one, I want him showered, changed and in my office in half and hour."
"Yes, Ms. Christy." The guard relies mechanically. From the corner of my eye I could see Omi walking away expressionless.
// Could it be
Loves what you deny me?
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Owari
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Gomen if this wasn't what you were looking for minna-san ^-^;;; it took for a long time to change words because somebody didn't write their part in first person *rubs temple* your turn to type them up next time I think..ne ways.hope you like it a little.constructive criticism is welcome AND SO ARE GOOD REVIEWS!!!!. Flames will be fun to send to Bri ^-^ toodles!!!