Mizaya sat on the roof, like she always did, facing the sea. Her knife was poised over a collection of scars on her arm, a victim of time.Voices of her happy friends floated up to her on her rooftop shelter.She stared. The knife added another line to the white scars that already decorated her arm. Crimson fluid dripped off her limb, slowly forming a small puddle at her side, some dripped onto the baggy folds of her blue jeans. A door opened. She dropped the knife and it skittered across shingles and into the gutter.
"Mizaya, supper!" Gohan, her father called up to her. The short haired brunette wrapped the bandage around her arm, as she did after everytime she cut herself.she walked to the edge and simply jumped, landing cat like. The young demi saijin, demi android walked in, no emotion on her face, a black baseball cap covered once happy eyes. No smile had lit on her face since her brother died, no colour touched her body. But she never forgot the blood. Oh god, the blood. The way it dried on her face, the last crimson bits drying as she fought with every thing in her heart to avenge her brother. Even though she didnt leave her room for weeks, and never laughed, never talked for a month after she decided to come out. But the blood. She still had nightmares. She never slept good, she just learned to live on two hours of sleep after collapsing a few times. Sitting at the table and releiving it all in her head, she stirred her food into one big mess.The blood red colour of it distracted her from everything around her. G-ras gentle teasing wasn't heard, her fathers inquieries as to how her day was. The sixteen year old just sat there. Once she finished making a blood red blob on her was- white plate she sttod up and escused herself. Gohan and 18 had looks of woory cross there face as they watched one third of their children disappear up the stairs. her blue haired best friend followed her up the stairs to her room. the walls were black, covered mostly by posters of dragons and old heavy metal bands. Her bed sat in the far corner, a loft bed, with her t.v and rocking chair underneath it. A window was underneath it, and her game systems sat on the makeshift coffee table. A stereo sat on a shelf, above the bed and off to the side, in easy access to the bed if one would lean over. Her guitars sat on pegs on one wall that was posterless, each a different shape, a few actually made by Mizaya herself. Two big amps sat in another corner, oppisite the one her bad was in and a smaller one sat on top of them both. The black caarpet was neat, like it had just been vacumed. Candles were placed all around the room at even intervals. A bathroom was just to G-ras left as she walked in the door, the walls were black and patterned with dark grey squares, almost like a checker board. A chess board sat on its own little table, with two comfy chairs by a fireplace.(It's a big house, so sue me.) The blue haired eighteen year old watched her sixteen year old friend light the candles on the walls. A light breeze pluttered through the drawn shades.
"I want you." G-ra spoke, her arms crossed over her chest, in a menacing fashion she had inherited from her father.
"Really," The short haired brunnette cocked an eyebrow, "I don't swing that way, sorry." Her small braid trailed down her back as she went back to her task of lighting candles.
" I want you to tell me why your still acting as though your brother died yesterday."
"I'm not. This is how I want to be." She responded cooly, althoug inside she was breaking down. How dare she use those words against her! She knew how much she loved her older brother!
"The why didn't you go back to carefree skater girl instead of being a depressing goth chick?"
"Maybe I don't want to go back to the old days. Maybe this is my way of getting over my brothers death." Mizaya said, turning around, her small braid moving with every motion she made, glaring at her with intense green eyes outlined with black. G-ra actually backed up a few steps, feeling uneasy under that glare. When the small teenager turned around to finish lighting the candles, atheir perfumey scent already making G-ras brain hazy, the blue haired girl crossed the room and flopped down into the rocking chair, a deep shade of grey.
"My aunt died. My cousins coming to live here. I already talked it over with the adults of the house. He should be here within an hour. He's a saijin to you know. I think you might get along with him." She said, noticing a picture that was sitting on the coffee table that hadn't been there before. Picking it up to get a closer look, she saw it was of a tyounger, happier Mizaya, at, she guessed, thirteen years of age. A dirty blond boy had his arm around her neck, his bright blue eyes and white straight smile and deeply tanned skin with looks that would compliment anyone within five feet, was grinning insanely and Mizaya was smiling, despite the headlock, her bright green eyes twinkling, and her makeup less face that looked pretty no matter what was on it. She still lokked the same except for the black eye liner and pale pink lip gloss.
"Who's this?" G-ra asked, pointing to the handsome man. She had never seen Mizaya move so fast. She literally flew across the room, her toes skimming the carpet, and she was angry as hell. G-ra felt her power level seemingly explode from within her little being and in less that a second she was standing in front of her, snatching the photat away from her. Her hand flew, ready to smack the older girl across the face, stopping only and inch away from her face. G-ra was her best friend. What had she almost done! It would have been like hitting Hirigani or Jisuko. Her brother... oh god. this was the most she had been reminded of him in days.
"My brother." Mizaya hissed, through clenched teeth. "Now, get out!!" She yelled, pointing at the door with her spare hand. G-ra scampered out of the room, afraid of the demi saijin. The young girl just stood there, picture still in her hand, and didn't even flinch when a horn honked in the driveway. Voices traveled up the stairwell. She simply glared at them and climbed onto her bed and layed there, sulking.
"Am I allowed to come in or will you kill me?" She spoke, after knocking.
"Why."
"I want you to meet my cousin.He just got here. I'm going to come in, I would appreciate it if you didn't kill me." She said, walking into the room, followed by who Mizaya assumed was her cousin. He had dirty blond hair and blue eyes that took in her room curiously.
"Mizaya, this is Tamahaki, better known as Spike, Spike, this is Mizaya, the girl I wouldn't shut up about!" She grinned.
"Hey!" He grinned, shoving one hand in his pocket, and waving with the other.
"Hello." Mizaya nodded her head. At that moment, her now older brother, Jisuko and her younger brother, Hirigani ran into the room, play fighting. One of them flew into one of her amplifiers and knocked it over. In an instant, Mizaya was over there, and lifting her 13 year old brother off the ground.
"You knock anything over in here again and I will do more than throw you out." She then tossed him into the hall and Jisuko and G-ra followed, leaving Mizaya and Spike alone in the room.
"So you're a...saijin?" Heasked, as if it was a sensitive subject.
"Yes. I'm the only full saijin in my family." She lied, not wanting to tell him that she was half android, as they were feared by normal people.
"You're bleeding." He said, motioning ot her arm. Mizaya glanced down and sure enough, the crimson liuid had seeped through her bandage from her earlier incision. The short brunette galred at it and clamped her hand over the slowly spreading blood red stain.
"What happened?" The tall and rather intimidating nineteen year old asked, advancing a few paces, smiling in a way that made her think of her brother, and his cocky swagger wasn't helping much.
"Nothing, it was just an accident in the kitchen." She said, turning around and walking to the window. She leaned on the sill, watching the clouds drift over a rising moon, not really seeing.
"Well, I guess I should go unpack now. I'll...see you around?" He asked, walking towards the door.
"Yeah...see you around..." She repeated, not really listening. She was thinking, somethoing she probably shouldn't do. Her brother...how she missed him, the way he could always make her feel better, no matter what. She just felt...empty without him around. Lonely, and she knew that no one understood her. No one oculd help her now, except her knife. It was amazing how such a simple thing could be soothing. She sighed and crawled into ther bed, not bothering to change her clothes.
"Mizaya, supper!" Gohan, her father called up to her. The short haired brunette wrapped the bandage around her arm, as she did after everytime she cut herself.she walked to the edge and simply jumped, landing cat like. The young demi saijin, demi android walked in, no emotion on her face, a black baseball cap covered once happy eyes. No smile had lit on her face since her brother died, no colour touched her body. But she never forgot the blood. Oh god, the blood. The way it dried on her face, the last crimson bits drying as she fought with every thing in her heart to avenge her brother. Even though she didnt leave her room for weeks, and never laughed, never talked for a month after she decided to come out. But the blood. She still had nightmares. She never slept good, she just learned to live on two hours of sleep after collapsing a few times. Sitting at the table and releiving it all in her head, she stirred her food into one big mess.The blood red colour of it distracted her from everything around her. G-ras gentle teasing wasn't heard, her fathers inquieries as to how her day was. The sixteen year old just sat there. Once she finished making a blood red blob on her was- white plate she sttod up and escused herself. Gohan and 18 had looks of woory cross there face as they watched one third of their children disappear up the stairs. her blue haired best friend followed her up the stairs to her room. the walls were black, covered mostly by posters of dragons and old heavy metal bands. Her bed sat in the far corner, a loft bed, with her t.v and rocking chair underneath it. A window was underneath it, and her game systems sat on the makeshift coffee table. A stereo sat on a shelf, above the bed and off to the side, in easy access to the bed if one would lean over. Her guitars sat on pegs on one wall that was posterless, each a different shape, a few actually made by Mizaya herself. Two big amps sat in another corner, oppisite the one her bad was in and a smaller one sat on top of them both. The black caarpet was neat, like it had just been vacumed. Candles were placed all around the room at even intervals. A bathroom was just to G-ras left as she walked in the door, the walls were black and patterned with dark grey squares, almost like a checker board. A chess board sat on its own little table, with two comfy chairs by a fireplace.(It's a big house, so sue me.) The blue haired eighteen year old watched her sixteen year old friend light the candles on the walls. A light breeze pluttered through the drawn shades.
"I want you." G-ra spoke, her arms crossed over her chest, in a menacing fashion she had inherited from her father.
"Really," The short haired brunnette cocked an eyebrow, "I don't swing that way, sorry." Her small braid trailed down her back as she went back to her task of lighting candles.
" I want you to tell me why your still acting as though your brother died yesterday."
"I'm not. This is how I want to be." She responded cooly, althoug inside she was breaking down. How dare she use those words against her! She knew how much she loved her older brother!
"The why didn't you go back to carefree skater girl instead of being a depressing goth chick?"
"Maybe I don't want to go back to the old days. Maybe this is my way of getting over my brothers death." Mizaya said, turning around, her small braid moving with every motion she made, glaring at her with intense green eyes outlined with black. G-ra actually backed up a few steps, feeling uneasy under that glare. When the small teenager turned around to finish lighting the candles, atheir perfumey scent already making G-ras brain hazy, the blue haired girl crossed the room and flopped down into the rocking chair, a deep shade of grey.
"My aunt died. My cousins coming to live here. I already talked it over with the adults of the house. He should be here within an hour. He's a saijin to you know. I think you might get along with him." She said, noticing a picture that was sitting on the coffee table that hadn't been there before. Picking it up to get a closer look, she saw it was of a tyounger, happier Mizaya, at, she guessed, thirteen years of age. A dirty blond boy had his arm around her neck, his bright blue eyes and white straight smile and deeply tanned skin with looks that would compliment anyone within five feet, was grinning insanely and Mizaya was smiling, despite the headlock, her bright green eyes twinkling, and her makeup less face that looked pretty no matter what was on it. She still lokked the same except for the black eye liner and pale pink lip gloss.
"Who's this?" G-ra asked, pointing to the handsome man. She had never seen Mizaya move so fast. She literally flew across the room, her toes skimming the carpet, and she was angry as hell. G-ra felt her power level seemingly explode from within her little being and in less that a second she was standing in front of her, snatching the photat away from her. Her hand flew, ready to smack the older girl across the face, stopping only and inch away from her face. G-ra was her best friend. What had she almost done! It would have been like hitting Hirigani or Jisuko. Her brother... oh god. this was the most she had been reminded of him in days.
"My brother." Mizaya hissed, through clenched teeth. "Now, get out!!" She yelled, pointing at the door with her spare hand. G-ra scampered out of the room, afraid of the demi saijin. The young girl just stood there, picture still in her hand, and didn't even flinch when a horn honked in the driveway. Voices traveled up the stairwell. She simply glared at them and climbed onto her bed and layed there, sulking.
"Am I allowed to come in or will you kill me?" She spoke, after knocking.
"Why."
"I want you to meet my cousin.He just got here. I'm going to come in, I would appreciate it if you didn't kill me." She said, walking into the room, followed by who Mizaya assumed was her cousin. He had dirty blond hair and blue eyes that took in her room curiously.
"Mizaya, this is Tamahaki, better known as Spike, Spike, this is Mizaya, the girl I wouldn't shut up about!" She grinned.
"Hey!" He grinned, shoving one hand in his pocket, and waving with the other.
"Hello." Mizaya nodded her head. At that moment, her now older brother, Jisuko and her younger brother, Hirigani ran into the room, play fighting. One of them flew into one of her amplifiers and knocked it over. In an instant, Mizaya was over there, and lifting her 13 year old brother off the ground.
"You knock anything over in here again and I will do more than throw you out." She then tossed him into the hall and Jisuko and G-ra followed, leaving Mizaya and Spike alone in the room.
"So you're a...saijin?" Heasked, as if it was a sensitive subject.
"Yes. I'm the only full saijin in my family." She lied, not wanting to tell him that she was half android, as they were feared by normal people.
"You're bleeding." He said, motioning ot her arm. Mizaya glanced down and sure enough, the crimson liuid had seeped through her bandage from her earlier incision. The short brunette galred at it and clamped her hand over the slowly spreading blood red stain.
"What happened?" The tall and rather intimidating nineteen year old asked, advancing a few paces, smiling in a way that made her think of her brother, and his cocky swagger wasn't helping much.
"Nothing, it was just an accident in the kitchen." She said, turning around and walking to the window. She leaned on the sill, watching the clouds drift over a rising moon, not really seeing.
"Well, I guess I should go unpack now. I'll...see you around?" He asked, walking towards the door.
"Yeah...see you around..." She repeated, not really listening. She was thinking, somethoing she probably shouldn't do. Her brother...how she missed him, the way he could always make her feel better, no matter what. She just felt...empty without him around. Lonely, and she knew that no one understood her. No one oculd help her now, except her knife. It was amazing how such a simple thing could be soothing. She sighed and crawled into ther bed, not bothering to change her clothes.