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Oh, and thanx once more to all the reviewers. You guys rock! And imma luvin the multiple personalities chickie...almost reminds me of mehself.....
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Chapter 8
Arashi had his head on the table, resting on his arms. "I haven't slept in four days..."
"Why not?"
He shrugged his shoulders using the least amount of movement. "Haven't been able to. I took a sleeping pill but I only managed to get in two hours with that."
Yukari slunked down into a chair. "I saw George yesterday."
Arashi looked up. "And?"
Yukari shook her head. "Nothing. He wouldn't listen to me."
"I guess there's no point in trying to apologize for anything with the way he is. Ay... Have you heard anything 'bout Miwako?"
"No. I keep thinking about calling her but... well, I don't know if she would even care to hear from me again."
"She would love it more than anything in the world. I know her." He rubbed his eyes. "I feel like I'm bout to fall off my chair. Odd feeling, really."
"I'm sure. You hungry? I am. Haven't ate all day. Hungry hungry hungry. Lets go get something to eat."
"Just make sure I don't fall down the stairs or off the side walk or into a car or into a person or... a sewer or elephant or..... I'm tired..."
"Right, come on." She dragged Arashi out of the chair and went to put her coat on. "What was that?" Yukari turned around to Arashi.
"What was what?"
"I heard something."
They were both still for a minute and they both heard it then.
"Someone at the door. You'd think if they wanted someone to answer they would knock loud enough for them to hear, eh?" Arashi said, walking to the door. He opened it while Yukari did up her coat and then came over to see who it was.
"I thought you both would be here. Sorry I didn't call before I came." Miwako stood smaller than the two on the other side of the door. Her hair faded pink now and down, flat against her back. "Can I come in?"
Arashi and Yukari both moved away to make room for Miwako's entrance. She went in, walking around as if the apartment was her own. Arashi and Yukari stood with Miwako in the living room waiting for something to happen.
Miwako started. "How've you two been?"
It was quiet between Arashi and Yukari so Yukari decided to take the step forward. "To tell you the truth, it's really hasn't been a good week. Miwako, I wanted to talk to you before but... well, I wanted to really apologize. I've been thinking about you so much and I know this isn't worth it. I swear things are over between me and Arashi."
"Yukari-"
"Wait, now. When did you come up with that? Was I ever to know were I not here?" Arashi wanted to know.
"Arashi, why would you insist on something that keeps everyone separated? Is it really worth it?"
Miwako bit down on her lip, contemplating for the moment. "It's alright. I also wanted to tell you that I don't mind you two being together. I just want you both to come back to parakiss."
Yukari wrapped her long arms around Miwako's tiny frame.
It was that way for a long while. Arashi stayed in the background while the two embraced and then took off to wherever he saw fit to go.
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He paced back and forth more times then he cared to count. His dark figure cast long shadows across the alleyway as he came up with a conclusion. With a sharp snap of the metallic object in his hand, he went out to face what it was that's been clawing at his mind endlessly for some days past.
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Arashi was in the back alleys, walking at a rather quick speed, planning on straightening things out with the last but first member of Paradise Kiss. Looking at the ground and not expecting on running into anybody on these streets he rammed roughly into someone and fell hard, smacking his head on the asphalt.
He touched the back of his head and, grimacing, withdrew bloody fingers. A shadow loomed over him blocking out the few streetlights. He looked up but could hardly make out the person's face.
"You weren't coming to see me now, were you?" The voice questioned sardonically.
"George?"
"But who else?"
Arashi head his skull as he made an effort to get back on his feet. Explosive throbbing made him entirely unstable and he had to grab onto George's shoulder to stay up.
"Hit your head hard, eh?" George asked, lifting his hand to rest on Arashi's arm but then shoved him back causing him to stumble and hitting ground once more. "That's really a shame. That means your focus won't be entirely on this." A nozzle of a gun pressed it's cold steel onto Arashi's forehead, wrinkled with confusion.
"What are you doing?!" Arashi freaked.
"I did some thinking." George said with a mad smile plastered on his face. "And I decided . . that if I can't have Yukari then why should another, least of all you?"
"You're fricken insane! You never cared about anyone before and that's because no one has ever stolen your toys. You're only mad 'cause Yukari left you and you just can't handle that rejection!"
George smacked Arashi's face partially with the back of his hand and then part with the gun. "That's what you think, huh? Here's a little secret, Arashi. Just between you and me. I do love Yukari. I love her so (heres a bad lil big ol F word) much that I can't stand the thought of someone else having her. And that's why I'm here tonight."
"And how do you feel about Isabella? And Miwako? They're nothing to you like everyone else is nothing? You're so full of yourself, man."
George removed the gun from Arashi's head and let out a deep sigh of breath. "You always did have a big mouth." He turned his back to Arashi and took a few steps out.
And idea of salvation threw itself into Arashi's head and he used the precious time he had to bring it out while George was preoccupied with his sick mentality.
Almost too soon George turned back around. His eyes looked tired and his lips lost the crazy grin. His whole posture seemed worn out. Very unlike his natural self.
"You and your big mouth. . ." He scratched his cheek. "Yeah."
Arashi kept his stare on him as he attempted his feet to hold his weight again. "I was coming over to see you."
"Hm..." George gave a short nod.
"Seriously, I'm sorry about all that's been going on. None of it was planned. You know how things just happen."
"Yeah, things just happen. They always do." He held the gun to his temple. "Funny, isn't it?"
"George, don't do that. Come on, George." Arashi pleaded for him to put the gun down.
George's lips tilted upward in a sad smile. "There's no reason for me not to do it."
He went to pull the trigger but Arashi jumped on him, causing them both to cascade onto the ground. They both gripped onto the gun trying to shove it one way or another.
"Get the **lum* off me!" George spat into Arashi's face.
"I'm not going to let you do this." He grunted back, his face red from exertion.
"Let. . . GO!" George yelled just as a bullet fired out, away from them.
The shot caught them both off guard but the scream that pierced their ears had their attention torn away from one another in an instant. Their heads shot to the left of them just in time to see a body crumble, helplessly, to the ground.
The softest whisper just above a breath voiced from Arashi's mouth. "Yukari?"
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it is so almost Christmas so MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!! Oh, and how'd y'all like this llil bit o the story? Spiffy? Dumb? Daya comments do not count... I'd just like you all to know that S.T.U.N rocks!!!!!!!!!!! And the lead singer is one big hottie! Whew! Hahaha, he's grooovie.... Right on, on and ... here's a tip for all you people out there. Allow at least a week after you've been in a mosh pit to go in another one. It'll kill you!!!!
Peash out y'all!
Mommy, where do babies come from?
Oh, and thanx once more to all the reviewers. You guys rock! And imma luvin the multiple personalities chickie...almost reminds me of mehself.....
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Chapter 8
Arashi had his head on the table, resting on his arms. "I haven't slept in four days..."
"Why not?"
He shrugged his shoulders using the least amount of movement. "Haven't been able to. I took a sleeping pill but I only managed to get in two hours with that."
Yukari slunked down into a chair. "I saw George yesterday."
Arashi looked up. "And?"
Yukari shook her head. "Nothing. He wouldn't listen to me."
"I guess there's no point in trying to apologize for anything with the way he is. Ay... Have you heard anything 'bout Miwako?"
"No. I keep thinking about calling her but... well, I don't know if she would even care to hear from me again."
"She would love it more than anything in the world. I know her." He rubbed his eyes. "I feel like I'm bout to fall off my chair. Odd feeling, really."
"I'm sure. You hungry? I am. Haven't ate all day. Hungry hungry hungry. Lets go get something to eat."
"Just make sure I don't fall down the stairs or off the side walk or into a car or into a person or... a sewer or elephant or..... I'm tired..."
"Right, come on." She dragged Arashi out of the chair and went to put her coat on. "What was that?" Yukari turned around to Arashi.
"What was what?"
"I heard something."
They were both still for a minute and they both heard it then.
"Someone at the door. You'd think if they wanted someone to answer they would knock loud enough for them to hear, eh?" Arashi said, walking to the door. He opened it while Yukari did up her coat and then came over to see who it was.
"I thought you both would be here. Sorry I didn't call before I came." Miwako stood smaller than the two on the other side of the door. Her hair faded pink now and down, flat against her back. "Can I come in?"
Arashi and Yukari both moved away to make room for Miwako's entrance. She went in, walking around as if the apartment was her own. Arashi and Yukari stood with Miwako in the living room waiting for something to happen.
Miwako started. "How've you two been?"
It was quiet between Arashi and Yukari so Yukari decided to take the step forward. "To tell you the truth, it's really hasn't been a good week. Miwako, I wanted to talk to you before but... well, I wanted to really apologize. I've been thinking about you so much and I know this isn't worth it. I swear things are over between me and Arashi."
"Yukari-"
"Wait, now. When did you come up with that? Was I ever to know were I not here?" Arashi wanted to know.
"Arashi, why would you insist on something that keeps everyone separated? Is it really worth it?"
Miwako bit down on her lip, contemplating for the moment. "It's alright. I also wanted to tell you that I don't mind you two being together. I just want you both to come back to parakiss."
Yukari wrapped her long arms around Miwako's tiny frame.
It was that way for a long while. Arashi stayed in the background while the two embraced and then took off to wherever he saw fit to go.
~~~~~
He paced back and forth more times then he cared to count. His dark figure cast long shadows across the alleyway as he came up with a conclusion. With a sharp snap of the metallic object in his hand, he went out to face what it was that's been clawing at his mind endlessly for some days past.
~~~~~
Arashi was in the back alleys, walking at a rather quick speed, planning on straightening things out with the last but first member of Paradise Kiss. Looking at the ground and not expecting on running into anybody on these streets he rammed roughly into someone and fell hard, smacking his head on the asphalt.
He touched the back of his head and, grimacing, withdrew bloody fingers. A shadow loomed over him blocking out the few streetlights. He looked up but could hardly make out the person's face.
"You weren't coming to see me now, were you?" The voice questioned sardonically.
"George?"
"But who else?"
Arashi head his skull as he made an effort to get back on his feet. Explosive throbbing made him entirely unstable and he had to grab onto George's shoulder to stay up.
"Hit your head hard, eh?" George asked, lifting his hand to rest on Arashi's arm but then shoved him back causing him to stumble and hitting ground once more. "That's really a shame. That means your focus won't be entirely on this." A nozzle of a gun pressed it's cold steel onto Arashi's forehead, wrinkled with confusion.
"What are you doing?!" Arashi freaked.
"I did some thinking." George said with a mad smile plastered on his face. "And I decided . . that if I can't have Yukari then why should another, least of all you?"
"You're fricken insane! You never cared about anyone before and that's because no one has ever stolen your toys. You're only mad 'cause Yukari left you and you just can't handle that rejection!"
George smacked Arashi's face partially with the back of his hand and then part with the gun. "That's what you think, huh? Here's a little secret, Arashi. Just between you and me. I do love Yukari. I love her so (heres a bad lil big ol F word) much that I can't stand the thought of someone else having her. And that's why I'm here tonight."
"And how do you feel about Isabella? And Miwako? They're nothing to you like everyone else is nothing? You're so full of yourself, man."
George removed the gun from Arashi's head and let out a deep sigh of breath. "You always did have a big mouth." He turned his back to Arashi and took a few steps out.
And idea of salvation threw itself into Arashi's head and he used the precious time he had to bring it out while George was preoccupied with his sick mentality.
Almost too soon George turned back around. His eyes looked tired and his lips lost the crazy grin. His whole posture seemed worn out. Very unlike his natural self.
"You and your big mouth. . ." He scratched his cheek. "Yeah."
Arashi kept his stare on him as he attempted his feet to hold his weight again. "I was coming over to see you."
"Hm..." George gave a short nod.
"Seriously, I'm sorry about all that's been going on. None of it was planned. You know how things just happen."
"Yeah, things just happen. They always do." He held the gun to his temple. "Funny, isn't it?"
"George, don't do that. Come on, George." Arashi pleaded for him to put the gun down.
George's lips tilted upward in a sad smile. "There's no reason for me not to do it."
He went to pull the trigger but Arashi jumped on him, causing them both to cascade onto the ground. They both gripped onto the gun trying to shove it one way or another.
"Get the **lum* off me!" George spat into Arashi's face.
"I'm not going to let you do this." He grunted back, his face red from exertion.
"Let. . . GO!" George yelled just as a bullet fired out, away from them.
The shot caught them both off guard but the scream that pierced their ears had their attention torn away from one another in an instant. Their heads shot to the left of them just in time to see a body crumble, helplessly, to the ground.
The softest whisper just above a breath voiced from Arashi's mouth. "Yukari?"
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it is so almost Christmas so MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!!!! Oh, and how'd y'all like this llil bit o the story? Spiffy? Dumb? Daya comments do not count... I'd just like you all to know that S.T.U.N rocks!!!!!!!!!!! And the lead singer is one big hottie! Whew! Hahaha, he's grooovie.... Right on, on and ... here's a tip for all you people out there. Allow at least a week after you've been in a mosh pit to go in another one. It'll kill you!!!!
Peash out y'all!
Mommy, where do babies come from?