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```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````````````````````````` "Speech" //thoughts// /lyrics to poems/songs/ -telepathy-
(Overview from author) ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````````````````````````````` Pronunciation: Chena= ch/EE/nuh or Christinia= cr/is/stee/neee/ee uh
Kyumi= k/eye/oo/mee Anonimo= o/non/i/moh Chica= chee/ka
(This will be updated as new characters come into light)
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````` Ying and Yang-Or somewhere in-between. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````````````````` Summary: Two different people with the same view of life.. Down and hard on her luck one girl if trying to end everything.. But it's up to one Jaganshi to stop her in the end... Or Die trying. Slightly dark with angst in most of the earlier chapters.
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````````````` Chapter10: Chica... Chena
Chica glanced around her apartment. After 1 week and it already being dirty when she moved in.. It was a mess. Dust, the occasional cobweb.. Yeah, time get down and dirty. //I can't believe it's already been a whole three weeks. Then again I'm off today, so time for clean-up and a tad bit of shopping..//
She glanced at her counter in the kitchen, and smiled. She'd spent a bit of money from her paycheck and what was left of the 'hit up the jar' spree, and got a small radio.. So she fiddled with a dial a bit and sure enough she got a song.. /Miss independent, miss self-sufficient, miss keep your distance, no./
"Gotta love a bit of music.. Even it is pop of R&B." Chica dug out the scrub brushes, cleaner, towels, and enough stuff to clean a country with.. Needless to say she got to work on the floors..
/Miss on her own, Miss almost grown, Miss never let a man help her off her throne.
So, by keeping her heart protected, she'd never feel rejected. Little miss apprehensive, said ooh, she fell in love. /
Her scrub brush began to fall into rhythm with the music, and her voice mimicking the artist's, Kelly Clarkson's perfectly. Dang if she didn't do it good either.
/What is the feeling takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open the door.
Surprise.. It's time.
To feel what's real. /
Chica allowed her ears to twitch as she heard someone open her door, though she didn't bother looking up, probably that one gray haired lady that paid 'visits' and 'chatted' often with 'new ladies', which applied to Chica EVERY day.. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````
"Sorry, gotta get to work!" Chica literally shoved the woman out the door, then bolted down the steps, her gem and key striking together with every movement. It was strange, but rushing seemed to be one of her strengths. //Bet I did this a lot! // Thinking about her 'past life' as she refered to it as seemed to cheer her up. The small paychecks got her a little farther each week and she put in extra time at her job to get a bit more. Though the majority of her time was spent researching.
She'd gotten wierd looks but nearly every newspaper stand had been sorted through and she had placed all of her purchases in her 'kitchen'. No missing people reports that sounded like hers. Well, except for the reward for information by the 'concerned doctors and medical people of the community'. She was still hot topic in that area. Even though, it'd been nearly three weeks now...
"Chica, I was looking for you. But right on time as usual. Good girl. Now there are some people waiting, take care of them." The manager was nice, he seemed to think of her as drop out or someone working on the side for her family or what ever. Either way, he only laughed at her few mistakes and she was a quick learner.
"All right." Chica glanced, //Ah, those two again. Figures. // She hung her purse and sweater on the hook and flipped out her handy dandy.. Oops wrong show... Uh... note PAD. And grabbed a pin from a cup by the cashier. She walked over to the table, and flashed a normal smile... Which was still bugging the crap out of her... "Good afternoon."
The black haired one blinked. "Let me guess, Chica?" She nodded, purple eyes sparkling good naturedly. "So did that jerk ever show up again?" This time it was the orange headed one. Chica chuckled. "No, But I can't say I'm glad. I miss not having someone to pummel into a table every once in a while. Now, is it just you two?"
"No, we're meeting a friend of ours here in a few." "All right, Just let me know and I'll come get your orders." Chica placed the note PAD in between her sash and kimono and walked off... But no sooner had she turned then the person they were waiting for walked in. Her eyes jerked over his direction, red hair, handsom, deep green eyes and... Handsom? She stumbled a bit, but bit her lip. //Hello! Wake up, you have work to do numbskull! //
With a nodd she walked back over to the table and flipped out the handy... Oh did that all ready... NOTE PAD. "Ready?" She didn't even bother writing it down, easy order. She walked, got the drinks, threw a confused glance at the other waitress who was currently throwing dagger glares at her... "Uh... Something wrong?"
The other girl puffed up. "No, why would there be?" "I was just asking." "Well ask better questions." "Uh... Riiight." Chica blinked, shook her head, then walked back over to the table then it came...
"So have you heard anything from Hiei yet?" It was the black haired one... Purple eyes widened slightly... //What?! Wait... Chill Chica. There could be more than one person with that name. calm down. // "Yeah how is the red-eyed shorty?"
Her brain took a momentary shudder... The tray shook and one glass tumbled to the floor, shattering before it ever really occured to Chica she was standing still... The crash knocked her mind back on track... "Uh oh... Oops, clumsy..." //Nice going.// "Shut up."
She carried the rest of the glasses, put them on the table, and smiled. "Sorry, I'll get a new glass right away..." Her sandals felt slick... Good god had she been clumsy enough to... She glanced down at her feet... //Crap. //
The glass had cut her right foot wonderfully and blood shone plainly against the pale skin. //Kuso, it would figure. Of all the dumb luck...// "Chica, I'll get his drink, you go take care of your foot."
"Thanks, tea. I think that's.. Yeah that was it." Chica threw a glance, the other girl blushed... //Okay, I know why SHE'S helping....// Chica rolled her eyes. But sat down behind the bar, and grabbed a cloth, wet it, and checked the cut. No glass, kinda deep, not huge but not walking worthy... Oh well, she'd live.
The manager walked over. "You need a break?" "No thanks. Just cut myself on some glass. It'll heal." Chica tossed the slightly red rag in the trash. "There, I'm fine." "Be careful." "Yes sir."
Truthfully her mind was EVERYWHERE but there at that moment. They had been talking about him after all. Were they friends? No way... Then again, that was a somewhat mismatched bunch... //You're living proof that anything is possible. What's so strange about mr. Mystery having three friends like them? // "Besides the fact he has his own language in grunts?" She asked herself. No answer.
"Hey thanks for taking over for me, I'm okay." The girl looked crestfallen but went back to her side of the resturant. Chica smirked then walked back over to the table. "Sorry again, I... Don't know what happened."
Brown eyes laughed. "I meant to ask you last time, do you take martial arts or anything?" "Huh?" Chica ran the words through her head.... Had she? Must have to fight like that... "Yeah... A few lessons a few years ago... Not a lot... Had uh.. Things to do." Her 'innerself' gave a thumbs up sing. //Great job Chica-chan!// She told it to shove it with a blink. "Can I get you anything else?" She had decided to end that conversation... ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````
'Step, step, step,' Her sandals slapped the pavement... Had she taken lessons? Fighting those guys before... It had seemed so easy. All most natural. How had she been able to pull punches and kicks like that off? She was slim, not exactly built for strength... Some muscle yes, but even a school girl can through a punch if she put her mind to it... So her reasons?
Panic was supposed to increase your strength... No she hadn't been paniced at all... Everything but afraid or worried. Why, those three before hadn't even made her break a sweat.. Much less scare her. 'Step, step, step.' //Surely there's good reason, something logical...// "I just wish I knew what it was..."
/How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core. / "Kyumi! Kyumi where are you?!" It was an older voice... Worried, paniced and urgent... Chica felt her throat knot strangely... But her feet brought her around the corner to come face to face... With a worried mother. Dark blue eyes, long brown hair pulled back in a black ribbon, a jacket over a white shirt and a black long skirt...
/Where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold. /
"Please, my daughter... Have you seen a little girl? She was right here... Please help me find her..." Tears... "I will, but her name.. Kyumi?" "Yes, please she's only nine years old...."
Chica nodded and darted along the sidewalk, running. Her eyes scanned the area... Then it came... A burning hot pain swept over her... Her chest began to throb and a copper taste filled her mouth... //No.. No... I gotta find her... No!// "Stop it!! Kyumi!! Kyumiii!"
/Until you find it there,
And lead it ack home... / A car sqeeled... A scream.. Bangs... //What's happening?!// Sounds echoed off of the walls... But no one was there... Only rain... It had started to rain... Chica ran harder, throwing the sounds beind her... Then a small form appeared... Blue eyes widened as the teen stopped in front of her... Chica breathed harder... Her hair hanging around her face and blood dripping from her lip... "Kyumi?"
/Wake me up!
Wake me up inside!
I can't wake up!
Wake me up inside!/ "Momma? Where's mommy?" She was scared... Thunder brought Chica back to her senses... "Hang on to my hand.. I'll get you to her." Hands connected and the pain eased somewhat...
"Kyumi! Kyumi sweet heart, what happened? You were right there..." The lady stopped in her tracks, a full ten feet from the two girl and she gasped... Her right hand raised toward Chica's face and quivered... "You... Kyumi come here... You're... What's you're name?! What do you want?!"
/Save me!
Call my name and save me frome the dark.
Wake me up!
Bid my blood to run../ "Momma? She found me... It's Chena mommy. She's going to come home..." "No. CHENA IS DEAD! I told you! Let my daughter go! Let her go!" "Demo..." "LET HER GO!!" Chica dropped the girl's hand, and ran... Those blue eyes... Angry eyes... Shouts... Angry eyes... Everything spun wildly.. "CHENA!! CHENAAA!!"
/I can't wake up!
Before I come undone.
Save me!
Save me from the nothing I've become../ ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````
"Chica? Chica wake up!" Someone was calling her... Chena? No Chica... Chica... Wake up...
/Now that I know what I'm without,
You can't just leave me./
Purple eyes snapped awake... "Kyumi... Where is she? What happened..." The resturant... She was standing in the resturant... The broken glass at her feet, and the last rays of sunset flickering through the windows... The sky was clear... ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````
If that's not a plot thickening moment... What is I ask? If that was hard to understand, let me know, sorry for the wait, I wrote this in one day, not bad. Anywho, if you think this is over.. Get ready for another thought, cause it has only begun.
R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````````````````````````` "Speech" //thoughts// /lyrics to poems/songs/ -telepathy-
(Overview from author) ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````````````````````````````` Pronunciation: Chena= ch/EE/nuh or Christinia= cr/is/stee/neee/ee uh
Kyumi= k/eye/oo/mee Anonimo= o/non/i/moh Chica= chee/ka
(This will be updated as new characters come into light)
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ```````````````````````````````` Ying and Yang-Or somewhere in-between. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` ``````````````````````````````````````` Summary: Two different people with the same view of life.. Down and hard on her luck one girl if trying to end everything.. But it's up to one Jaganshi to stop her in the end... Or Die trying. Slightly dark with angst in most of the earlier chapters.
```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````````````````````````` Chapter10: Chica... Chena
Chica glanced around her apartment. After 1 week and it already being dirty when she moved in.. It was a mess. Dust, the occasional cobweb.. Yeah, time get down and dirty. //I can't believe it's already been a whole three weeks. Then again I'm off today, so time for clean-up and a tad bit of shopping..//
She glanced at her counter in the kitchen, and smiled. She'd spent a bit of money from her paycheck and what was left of the 'hit up the jar' spree, and got a small radio.. So she fiddled with a dial a bit and sure enough she got a song.. /Miss independent, miss self-sufficient, miss keep your distance, no./
"Gotta love a bit of music.. Even it is pop of R&B." Chica dug out the scrub brushes, cleaner, towels, and enough stuff to clean a country with.. Needless to say she got to work on the floors..
/Miss on her own, Miss almost grown, Miss never let a man help her off her throne.
So, by keeping her heart protected, she'd never feel rejected. Little miss apprehensive, said ooh, she fell in love. /
Her scrub brush began to fall into rhythm with the music, and her voice mimicking the artist's, Kelly Clarkson's perfectly. Dang if she didn't do it good either.
/What is the feeling takin' over?
Thinkin' no one could open the door.
Surprise.. It's time.
To feel what's real. /
Chica allowed her ears to twitch as she heard someone open her door, though she didn't bother looking up, probably that one gray haired lady that paid 'visits' and 'chatted' often with 'new ladies', which applied to Chica EVERY day.. ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````
"Sorry, gotta get to work!" Chica literally shoved the woman out the door, then bolted down the steps, her gem and key striking together with every movement. It was strange, but rushing seemed to be one of her strengths. //Bet I did this a lot! // Thinking about her 'past life' as she refered to it as seemed to cheer her up. The small paychecks got her a little farther each week and she put in extra time at her job to get a bit more. Though the majority of her time was spent researching.
She'd gotten wierd looks but nearly every newspaper stand had been sorted through and she had placed all of her purchases in her 'kitchen'. No missing people reports that sounded like hers. Well, except for the reward for information by the 'concerned doctors and medical people of the community'. She was still hot topic in that area. Even though, it'd been nearly three weeks now...
"Chica, I was looking for you. But right on time as usual. Good girl. Now there are some people waiting, take care of them." The manager was nice, he seemed to think of her as drop out or someone working on the side for her family or what ever. Either way, he only laughed at her few mistakes and she was a quick learner.
"All right." Chica glanced, //Ah, those two again. Figures. // She hung her purse and sweater on the hook and flipped out her handy dandy.. Oops wrong show... Uh... note PAD. And grabbed a pin from a cup by the cashier. She walked over to the table, and flashed a normal smile... Which was still bugging the crap out of her... "Good afternoon."
The black haired one blinked. "Let me guess, Chica?" She nodded, purple eyes sparkling good naturedly. "So did that jerk ever show up again?" This time it was the orange headed one. Chica chuckled. "No, But I can't say I'm glad. I miss not having someone to pummel into a table every once in a while. Now, is it just you two?"
"No, we're meeting a friend of ours here in a few." "All right, Just let me know and I'll come get your orders." Chica placed the note PAD in between her sash and kimono and walked off... But no sooner had she turned then the person they were waiting for walked in. Her eyes jerked over his direction, red hair, handsom, deep green eyes and... Handsom? She stumbled a bit, but bit her lip. //Hello! Wake up, you have work to do numbskull! //
With a nodd she walked back over to the table and flipped out the handy... Oh did that all ready... NOTE PAD. "Ready?" She didn't even bother writing it down, easy order. She walked, got the drinks, threw a confused glance at the other waitress who was currently throwing dagger glares at her... "Uh... Something wrong?"
The other girl puffed up. "No, why would there be?" "I was just asking." "Well ask better questions." "Uh... Riiight." Chica blinked, shook her head, then walked back over to the table then it came...
"So have you heard anything from Hiei yet?" It was the black haired one... Purple eyes widened slightly... //What?! Wait... Chill Chica. There could be more than one person with that name. calm down. // "Yeah how is the red-eyed shorty?"
Her brain took a momentary shudder... The tray shook and one glass tumbled to the floor, shattering before it ever really occured to Chica she was standing still... The crash knocked her mind back on track... "Uh oh... Oops, clumsy..." //Nice going.// "Shut up."
She carried the rest of the glasses, put them on the table, and smiled. "Sorry, I'll get a new glass right away..." Her sandals felt slick... Good god had she been clumsy enough to... She glanced down at her feet... //Crap. //
The glass had cut her right foot wonderfully and blood shone plainly against the pale skin. //Kuso, it would figure. Of all the dumb luck...// "Chica, I'll get his drink, you go take care of your foot."
"Thanks, tea. I think that's.. Yeah that was it." Chica threw a glance, the other girl blushed... //Okay, I know why SHE'S helping....// Chica rolled her eyes. But sat down behind the bar, and grabbed a cloth, wet it, and checked the cut. No glass, kinda deep, not huge but not walking worthy... Oh well, she'd live.
The manager walked over. "You need a break?" "No thanks. Just cut myself on some glass. It'll heal." Chica tossed the slightly red rag in the trash. "There, I'm fine." "Be careful." "Yes sir."
Truthfully her mind was EVERYWHERE but there at that moment. They had been talking about him after all. Were they friends? No way... Then again, that was a somewhat mismatched bunch... //You're living proof that anything is possible. What's so strange about mr. Mystery having three friends like them? // "Besides the fact he has his own language in grunts?" She asked herself. No answer.
"Hey thanks for taking over for me, I'm okay." The girl looked crestfallen but went back to her side of the resturant. Chica smirked then walked back over to the table. "Sorry again, I... Don't know what happened."
Brown eyes laughed. "I meant to ask you last time, do you take martial arts or anything?" "Huh?" Chica ran the words through her head.... Had she? Must have to fight like that... "Yeah... A few lessons a few years ago... Not a lot... Had uh.. Things to do." Her 'innerself' gave a thumbs up sing. //Great job Chica-chan!// She told it to shove it with a blink. "Can I get you anything else?" She had decided to end that conversation... ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````
'Step, step, step,' Her sandals slapped the pavement... Had she taken lessons? Fighting those guys before... It had seemed so easy. All most natural. How had she been able to pull punches and kicks like that off? She was slim, not exactly built for strength... Some muscle yes, but even a school girl can through a punch if she put her mind to it... So her reasons?
Panic was supposed to increase your strength... No she hadn't been paniced at all... Everything but afraid or worried. Why, those three before hadn't even made her break a sweat.. Much less scare her. 'Step, step, step.' //Surely there's good reason, something logical...// "I just wish I knew what it was..."
/How can you see into my eyes like open doors?
Leading you down into my core. / "Kyumi! Kyumi where are you?!" It was an older voice... Worried, paniced and urgent... Chica felt her throat knot strangely... But her feet brought her around the corner to come face to face... With a worried mother. Dark blue eyes, long brown hair pulled back in a black ribbon, a jacket over a white shirt and a black long skirt...
/Where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold. /
"Please, my daughter... Have you seen a little girl? She was right here... Please help me find her..." Tears... "I will, but her name.. Kyumi?" "Yes, please she's only nine years old...."
Chica nodded and darted along the sidewalk, running. Her eyes scanned the area... Then it came... A burning hot pain swept over her... Her chest began to throb and a copper taste filled her mouth... //No.. No... I gotta find her... No!// "Stop it!! Kyumi!! Kyumiii!"
/Until you find it there,
And lead it ack home... / A car sqeeled... A scream.. Bangs... //What's happening?!// Sounds echoed off of the walls... But no one was there... Only rain... It had started to rain... Chica ran harder, throwing the sounds beind her... Then a small form appeared... Blue eyes widened as the teen stopped in front of her... Chica breathed harder... Her hair hanging around her face and blood dripping from her lip... "Kyumi?"
/Wake me up!
Wake me up inside!
I can't wake up!
Wake me up inside!/ "Momma? Where's mommy?" She was scared... Thunder brought Chica back to her senses... "Hang on to my hand.. I'll get you to her." Hands connected and the pain eased somewhat...
"Kyumi! Kyumi sweet heart, what happened? You were right there..." The lady stopped in her tracks, a full ten feet from the two girl and she gasped... Her right hand raised toward Chica's face and quivered... "You... Kyumi come here... You're... What's you're name?! What do you want?!"
/Save me!
Call my name and save me frome the dark.
Wake me up!
Bid my blood to run../ "Momma? She found me... It's Chena mommy. She's going to come home..." "No. CHENA IS DEAD! I told you! Let my daughter go! Let her go!" "Demo..." "LET HER GO!!" Chica dropped the girl's hand, and ran... Those blue eyes... Angry eyes... Shouts... Angry eyes... Everything spun wildly.. "CHENA!! CHENAAA!!"
/I can't wake up!
Before I come undone.
Save me!
Save me from the nothing I've become../ ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````
"Chica? Chica wake up!" Someone was calling her... Chena? No Chica... Chica... Wake up...
/Now that I know what I'm without,
You can't just leave me./
Purple eyes snapped awake... "Kyumi... Where is she? What happened..." The resturant... She was standing in the resturant... The broken glass at her feet, and the last rays of sunset flickering through the windows... The sky was clear... ```````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````````` `````````````````
If that's not a plot thickening moment... What is I ask? If that was hard to understand, let me know, sorry for the wait, I wrote this in one day, not bad. Anywho, if you think this is over.. Get ready for another thought, cause it has only begun.
R&R!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!