All right y'all! I jus wanna say ....that I don't like dogs... BUT I love whoever ~lilpuppydog~ is! Oh my, reviewing my fanfic twice! I don't believe anyones ever done that before... it just... brings me to tears....!
And to everyone else.... I suppose youre all coool tooo! Yesh, I got a whole 9 reveiws! Yay for me!.... though one is from me, 2 from my sister and one from my friend... so 5 reveiws from people I don't know! Oh yeah!!!!
Hope ya like ^_~
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Chapter 5
It took Yukari a moment to pull back, astonished by Isabella's actions. When Isabella came for more Yukari had to push her back.
"Wait, what are you doing? Isabella?"
"Please, call me Yamamoto."
"What? You know, I think someone must've slipped something into your food at the restaurant."
Isabella sat back and laughed quaintly. "You really do amuse me. Oh me, I really shouldn't be acting like this when you've such problems to attend to."
Yukari stared at Isabella, uncertain. Isabella looked back and laughed again. "Darling, I was simply teasing you. The low percentage of boy still in me gets out every now and then."
"Uh, " Yukari looked for words. "It's, uh . . .um . . . I'll go figure out what to do on my own." She got up and walked away, rather quickly.
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George sat at the counter in the studio stirring his tea absent-mindedly. His gaze settled on the air, his mind just as blank. He didn't even realize that someone had come into the Studio until they called his name twice. He turned to see Arashi looking at him with a weird expression on his face.
"You on something?" He asked as he laid his guitar against the wall.
George shook his head. "Lack of sleep."
"Eh." He looked around the room. "You must be really out of it seeing how you haven't even done any work. Miwako could come in here and start on the sewing and you'd still be disconnected."
"Yeah, Miwako. What a sweet girl." George's voice stayed mellow and void of much emotion.
"Uh, right..."
"Always smiling even when her heart is breaking. She smiles even through tears. You ever notice that? It makes you wonder how such a selfless person could exist in such a world."
"Yeah, well, that's Miwako for you. Ah, my head hurts. My drummer whacked me in the head when he was swinging his sticks in the air. The dirk."
"That so? Pop a few pills. It'll take care of your head. Better yet, down the whole bottle. That'll take care of you for me."
George got off the stool and walked past Arashi without a glance.
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know." He went opened the door and was out.
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"Caroline! Miwako tried calling you whole bunches of times!"
Yukari jumped, surprised by Miwako's sudden appearance. "Hey Miwako. My phone must've been off. Sorry about that. My mind's just been elsewhere these last few days."
"Must be all that studying you do. Come to Miwako's sissy's home tonight for dinner! Sissy is making super yummy food because Yamaguchi is going to France for a whole month! He's gonna shoot all the French models and travel the town and he said he'd bring me back something French!"
"Wow, that sounds exciting. Won't he miss you all a lot?"
"He's been to other countries before doing model shoots before. He always keeps a picture of all of us with him. Sissy says that will keep him from temptations... Miwako isn't sure what temptations she was talking about though..."
"Ah, that certainly does sound lovely."
"Will you come?"
Yukari grimaced. "I can't. It's getting late and I have some work to do. I wish I could come though. Tell Yamaguchi I said good luck, ok?"
Miwako nodded. Yukari headed home, looking back once seeing Miwako gazing at her as she walked away.
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The next day, back at the Studio, Arashi was working on pinning some trim to a sleeve when Yukari walked in.
"Where is everybody?"
Arashi looked up from his work. "Isabella was here earlier. Her parents came home today and she had to leave to meet them for their annual dinner. Miwako stopped by not long ago but she wanted to see Yamaguchi off and as for George, I haven't seen him yet."
"Hm... So, you've been working on this the whole time?"
"Yeah, something to pass time. Not much going on."
"What about your band?"
"We just had practice yesterday. We only have it three times a week."
"Oh." Yukari fingered a strand of hair that fell over her shoulder.
"Ay, fricken pin." He put his pointer finger in his mouth.
"Prick yourself?"
He looked up at her in a way that made her feel slightly stupid for asking a question about the obvious.
Yukari left and came back a minute later with a band-aid. "Here. Give me your finger."
He held it out to her as she unwrapped the band-aid from its wrapper.
"How'd you manage to cut such a gash?"
"Not paying attention."
"As I see." She wrapped the band-aid around his finger. "Now you have a little padding for next time you prick yourself on this finger."
"And I can't wait."
Yukari went over to lie down on the couch. "I'm unbelievably tired. I couldn't get any more then 30 minutes of sleep at a time last night." She closed her eyes and laid her arm over her eyes to block out the light.
"Why didn't you go home tonight and try to get some sleep instead of coming here?"
"I don't know. You know how it is when you're watching a movie or are in the car and you get all sleepy and about to fall asleep but when you're in your room you can't sleep?"
"More or less." Arashi didn't go back to pinning the sleeve but instead his eyes wandered over to the spot Yukari had chosen to lie down. He got up and stood in his place for a bit, almost nervous, and then walked over to the couch and sat down on the edge of it, just beside her.
Yukari uncovered her eyes and looked up at him. Seeing what was about to happen she was almost tempted to stop him before he even touched her but she wanted him too much to stall his motives.
They were going at it pretty heavily when Arashi felt someone grabbed his arm and threw him to the floor. Yukari sat upright, her eyes falling on George kicking at Arashi's fighting body and then, further in the back, Miwako stood silent through the tears falling endlessly off her face.
Arashi tried getting back on his feet but George wouldn't allow it. Yukari had to stop George from killing Arashi before she could make her plea before Miwako.
She yanked on his arm with all her weight causing him to tumble over onto her. Within the few seconds Arashi had from the time it took George to recollect himself he was standing, ready to fight though looking more like he could fall at any moment. Droplets of blood trickled down his out of his mouth and his hands grasped his abdomen in pain. A dark purple bruise was already showing on his arm with an ugly yellow circling it.
Yukari clung to George, begging him to back off. George looked down at Yukari and the anger he held in his eyes frightened her but the hurt she saw made her want to die.
"George." Her eyes began to blur. "I'm-"
She was cut off by his voice. "It's ok."
"What?"
"I don't care anymore. As far as we're concerned, we've never met. And as for you," He looked to Arashi. "Don't ever come back here. I never want to look at your disgusting face again. If I so much as see you on the street, watch out." He turned and went for the door. "Come on, Miwako." He called to her just before disappearing from their sight.
Miwako stood still, never having stopped staring at them. Yukari didn't know anything to do but cry herself.
Arashi started toward. He went to touch her but she slapped him, viciously. The look on his face let Yukari know she wasn't the only one immensely surprised.
"Arashi . . . Why would you do this to me? I stopped seeing the only other I've ever loved for you but you . . ." She wiped all the wetness from her face. "And with Yukari?" She glanced over at her for a long second and then left them together.
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There's, like, a whole half page more for this chapter! Oh, the thrills are never ending, I know. Let me know what you think! BECAUSE... I don't know how much more of a story I'm gonna write. So if someone out there reaaaaaaaaaaaally likes it, I'll do a few more chapters. If no one does then I think the next one will be my last.
PEASH!
And to everyone else.... I suppose youre all coool tooo! Yesh, I got a whole 9 reveiws! Yay for me!.... though one is from me, 2 from my sister and one from my friend... so 5 reveiws from people I don't know! Oh yeah!!!!
Hope ya like ^_~
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Chapter 5
It took Yukari a moment to pull back, astonished by Isabella's actions. When Isabella came for more Yukari had to push her back.
"Wait, what are you doing? Isabella?"
"Please, call me Yamamoto."
"What? You know, I think someone must've slipped something into your food at the restaurant."
Isabella sat back and laughed quaintly. "You really do amuse me. Oh me, I really shouldn't be acting like this when you've such problems to attend to."
Yukari stared at Isabella, uncertain. Isabella looked back and laughed again. "Darling, I was simply teasing you. The low percentage of boy still in me gets out every now and then."
"Uh, " Yukari looked for words. "It's, uh . . .um . . . I'll go figure out what to do on my own." She got up and walked away, rather quickly.
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George sat at the counter in the studio stirring his tea absent-mindedly. His gaze settled on the air, his mind just as blank. He didn't even realize that someone had come into the Studio until they called his name twice. He turned to see Arashi looking at him with a weird expression on his face.
"You on something?" He asked as he laid his guitar against the wall.
George shook his head. "Lack of sleep."
"Eh." He looked around the room. "You must be really out of it seeing how you haven't even done any work. Miwako could come in here and start on the sewing and you'd still be disconnected."
"Yeah, Miwako. What a sweet girl." George's voice stayed mellow and void of much emotion.
"Uh, right..."
"Always smiling even when her heart is breaking. She smiles even through tears. You ever notice that? It makes you wonder how such a selfless person could exist in such a world."
"Yeah, well, that's Miwako for you. Ah, my head hurts. My drummer whacked me in the head when he was swinging his sticks in the air. The dirk."
"That so? Pop a few pills. It'll take care of your head. Better yet, down the whole bottle. That'll take care of you for me."
George got off the stool and walked past Arashi without a glance.
"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't know." He went opened the door and was out.
~~~~
"Caroline! Miwako tried calling you whole bunches of times!"
Yukari jumped, surprised by Miwako's sudden appearance. "Hey Miwako. My phone must've been off. Sorry about that. My mind's just been elsewhere these last few days."
"Must be all that studying you do. Come to Miwako's sissy's home tonight for dinner! Sissy is making super yummy food because Yamaguchi is going to France for a whole month! He's gonna shoot all the French models and travel the town and he said he'd bring me back something French!"
"Wow, that sounds exciting. Won't he miss you all a lot?"
"He's been to other countries before doing model shoots before. He always keeps a picture of all of us with him. Sissy says that will keep him from temptations... Miwako isn't sure what temptations she was talking about though..."
"Ah, that certainly does sound lovely."
"Will you come?"
Yukari grimaced. "I can't. It's getting late and I have some work to do. I wish I could come though. Tell Yamaguchi I said good luck, ok?"
Miwako nodded. Yukari headed home, looking back once seeing Miwako gazing at her as she walked away.
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The next day, back at the Studio, Arashi was working on pinning some trim to a sleeve when Yukari walked in.
"Where is everybody?"
Arashi looked up from his work. "Isabella was here earlier. Her parents came home today and she had to leave to meet them for their annual dinner. Miwako stopped by not long ago but she wanted to see Yamaguchi off and as for George, I haven't seen him yet."
"Hm... So, you've been working on this the whole time?"
"Yeah, something to pass time. Not much going on."
"What about your band?"
"We just had practice yesterday. We only have it three times a week."
"Oh." Yukari fingered a strand of hair that fell over her shoulder.
"Ay, fricken pin." He put his pointer finger in his mouth.
"Prick yourself?"
He looked up at her in a way that made her feel slightly stupid for asking a question about the obvious.
Yukari left and came back a minute later with a band-aid. "Here. Give me your finger."
He held it out to her as she unwrapped the band-aid from its wrapper.
"How'd you manage to cut such a gash?"
"Not paying attention."
"As I see." She wrapped the band-aid around his finger. "Now you have a little padding for next time you prick yourself on this finger."
"And I can't wait."
Yukari went over to lie down on the couch. "I'm unbelievably tired. I couldn't get any more then 30 minutes of sleep at a time last night." She closed her eyes and laid her arm over her eyes to block out the light.
"Why didn't you go home tonight and try to get some sleep instead of coming here?"
"I don't know. You know how it is when you're watching a movie or are in the car and you get all sleepy and about to fall asleep but when you're in your room you can't sleep?"
"More or less." Arashi didn't go back to pinning the sleeve but instead his eyes wandered over to the spot Yukari had chosen to lie down. He got up and stood in his place for a bit, almost nervous, and then walked over to the couch and sat down on the edge of it, just beside her.
Yukari uncovered her eyes and looked up at him. Seeing what was about to happen she was almost tempted to stop him before he even touched her but she wanted him too much to stall his motives.
They were going at it pretty heavily when Arashi felt someone grabbed his arm and threw him to the floor. Yukari sat upright, her eyes falling on George kicking at Arashi's fighting body and then, further in the back, Miwako stood silent through the tears falling endlessly off her face.
Arashi tried getting back on his feet but George wouldn't allow it. Yukari had to stop George from killing Arashi before she could make her plea before Miwako.
She yanked on his arm with all her weight causing him to tumble over onto her. Within the few seconds Arashi had from the time it took George to recollect himself he was standing, ready to fight though looking more like he could fall at any moment. Droplets of blood trickled down his out of his mouth and his hands grasped his abdomen in pain. A dark purple bruise was already showing on his arm with an ugly yellow circling it.
Yukari clung to George, begging him to back off. George looked down at Yukari and the anger he held in his eyes frightened her but the hurt she saw made her want to die.
"George." Her eyes began to blur. "I'm-"
She was cut off by his voice. "It's ok."
"What?"
"I don't care anymore. As far as we're concerned, we've never met. And as for you," He looked to Arashi. "Don't ever come back here. I never want to look at your disgusting face again. If I so much as see you on the street, watch out." He turned and went for the door. "Come on, Miwako." He called to her just before disappearing from their sight.
Miwako stood still, never having stopped staring at them. Yukari didn't know anything to do but cry herself.
Arashi started toward. He went to touch her but she slapped him, viciously. The look on his face let Yukari know she wasn't the only one immensely surprised.
"Arashi . . . Why would you do this to me? I stopped seeing the only other I've ever loved for you but you . . ." She wiped all the wetness from her face. "And with Yukari?" She glanced over at her for a long second and then left them together.
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There's, like, a whole half page more for this chapter! Oh, the thrills are never ending, I know. Let me know what you think! BECAUSE... I don't know how much more of a story I'm gonna write. So if someone out there reaaaaaaaaaaaally likes it, I'll do a few more chapters. If no one does then I think the next one will be my last.
PEASH!