Chapter 20:
Disclaimer: No voice, remember...?
I lay face down with my top un-strapped, sunbathing. I was on the deck, basking in the sunlight, working on getting a darker tan, if it were possible now, with Kiaru. Her lower back was still a little red from her new fascination; a tattoo.
She had chosen to get Hiei's black dragon on her lower back. With silver outlines, and eyes. I liked it, but you couldn't tell exactly what it was yet, because of the inflammation.
"I have tan lines on my back, don't I?" Kiaru sat up, and pulled her top back a little.
"Yeah...I told you to take your top off. You're laying stomach down." There was a huge white line across her back. Mostly a straight thick line, until the center where there was a bow.
"There's two men living with us! Besides, I'm fat." I sigh, and put my hand on my forehead. "I gained 2.3 pounds since I've been here."
"So what...I sure as hell did more than that, and I'm not about to worry about it."
"Yeah, but you just look fleshy, I get rolls."
I growl. Kiaru never HAD a roll. "You just have to shrug it off. It's so damn hot here, if we take a walk outside, we'll fry it all off anyways. Indulge."
"How can you just NOT care?"
"..."
I hold my top to my chest, and lay on my back.
I yawn, and put my hand over my mouth.
I feel Kiaru's cold fingers poke my stomach repeatedly. Her eyes are wide with amusement... I think she's enjoying this...
Kurama strolls out in that moment, and starts looking out at the horizon. When he turns to us, he looks a little worried... "What are you doing?" He looks at us oddly.
"HER STOMACH IS SQUISHY! POKE IT!" OK...Kurama, if all people wont enjoy this.
He walks towards me and looks down with a grin on his face. "What is she doing to you?"
"She finds my stomach amusing... I guess..."
"Is it that entertaining?" Should we have a comic strip?" I laugh at Kurama, who just walks away mumbling.
Sighing, for what seemed to be like the twentieth time that day, I walk into the room, and get dressed. Bra. Underwear... No. Just leave the bathing suit on underneath. Wait. It's black. Can't. Damn.
I actually do put the underclothing on, and a loose t-shirt. Also some cloth shorts and socks. The air conditioner was always on low, so I just dressed with socks on everyday. I hated wearing the traditional clothing from this place, so usually, I stayed home.
Into the other room, I see that Blair is now the only one left. Kiaru is probably still contemplating life on the deck, so I guess television in another language is the only solution to boredom. Blair is sitting with his back against the wall on his bed, flicking through the channels.
"I learned a few phrases in Israeli..." Blair keeps his eyes on the television, and keeps flicking the up button. "And I found an international channel. They play movies in American every night at eleven."
This was getting so boring. Every so often we would go out, win a battle or save a few people, and come back. Not like I was about to complain, but it sure was annoying.
I crawl into the bed beside him and completely cover my body up to my chin. "It's so damn cold in here."
As I sat there and stared blankly at the side of his bed, I started to think about Kiaru's obsessive weight problems. Or should I say fantasies. Maybe I was getting kind of chunky. I really didn't notice. I just thought I was more fleshy, or thick.
Oh no...What if I turned out like the house wife's who were just married, and sat at home all day, and before they knew it, all they did was eat. And then got chunky, then fat. Oh my god... I didn't want to have to get liposuction.
"Damn it, am I fat."
"Uh...no..."
That wasn't the answer I was looking for. I was looking for more of a bewildered stare, and then a no, that was drawn out.
Awkward silence.
He was now looking at me bewildered. I wanted the bewildered stare a few minutes ago!
"I'm starving my self. Starting now." I pull my shirt back down angrily.
Blair continues to look at me oddly, and before I can stop myself, I'm yelling at him. "WHY ARE YOU STARING AT ME? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
"Nothing."
*Blair's POV*
Women are completely and totally paranoid.
Especially this one. She just needed to cam down and stop drinking so much coffee. Maybe try liquor, or something that makes you more mellow.
She lays there on her back, staring at the ceiling with her eyes slanted. It was like she was trying to burn a hole through it with the lasers that she thought were in her pupils. "Are you alright?"
"No."
I sigh. It would have been better for me to say yes, wouldn't it?
"Do you want me to tell you that you are fat?"
"No."
"Do you WANT to be fat, so I can tell you yes, and you can go on a binge and sulk?"
"No. I'm just going to forget about it, like I told Kiaru too."
Ok then. She can do just that.
"I want to get my tongue pierced."
Uh...
"What...?"
"I want to get my tongue pierced, that's what. But it would be so horrible to eat with in... Too bad."
Wasn't she just whining?
Oh well.
It's easy too just agree.
Women and their bizarre mood swings... I can't stand this...
I look at her again. Wait. She's looking at me. This is awkward.
Too quiet.
She leans up and looks away. Thank god. Playing with her hair, she sits in the partial sunlight of the deck. That was another thing. She spent so long straightening her hair, then pulling it up, then deciding to put it back down. It looks fine either way, let it go.
She was kind of short, and had dark eyes with brown hair. It had natural highlights, which I noticed stood out more when since we had swam in the chlorine water of the pool. Kiaru kind of turned green...well, her skin at least.
I sat there thinking about most random things that passed my mind. Television shows changed, and I still was in a deep thought. Lately it was the only thing I did... Maybe because this happened to be the most boring place I'd ever been.
I think sometime during that period of half sanity, I must have fallen asleep. Because, now Rai was in my bed, laying on my chest. I was still propped up against the wall. She had a blanket with a large Jack Daniels label on it rapped around everything below her shoulders and her arms.
I rub my eyes, and looks around the now dark room.
"She's asleep."
I look in the direction of the voice, and I see Kiaru drawing with black ink pen on her leg. The sun is setting behind her, giving her frame an orange glow.
"Ok...What am I supposed to do?"
"Let her lay there, or she'll be really mad."
I sigh loudly, and run my fingers through her hair. She stirs a little, but quickly stops squirming, and falls back asleep.
I decide not to move her. All is well that ends well.
Disclaimer: No voice, remember...?
I lay face down with my top un-strapped, sunbathing. I was on the deck, basking in the sunlight, working on getting a darker tan, if it were possible now, with Kiaru. Her lower back was still a little red from her new fascination; a tattoo.
She had chosen to get Hiei's black dragon on her lower back. With silver outlines, and eyes. I liked it, but you couldn't tell exactly what it was yet, because of the inflammation.
"I have tan lines on my back, don't I?" Kiaru sat up, and pulled her top back a little.
"Yeah...I told you to take your top off. You're laying stomach down." There was a huge white line across her back. Mostly a straight thick line, until the center where there was a bow.
"There's two men living with us! Besides, I'm fat." I sigh, and put my hand on my forehead. "I gained 2.3 pounds since I've been here."
"So what...I sure as hell did more than that, and I'm not about to worry about it."
"Yeah, but you just look fleshy, I get rolls."
I growl. Kiaru never HAD a roll. "You just have to shrug it off. It's so damn hot here, if we take a walk outside, we'll fry it all off anyways. Indulge."
"How can you just NOT care?"
"..."
I hold my top to my chest, and lay on my back.
I yawn, and put my hand over my mouth.
I feel Kiaru's cold fingers poke my stomach repeatedly. Her eyes are wide with amusement... I think she's enjoying this...
Kurama strolls out in that moment, and starts looking out at the horizon. When he turns to us, he looks a little worried... "What are you doing?" He looks at us oddly.
"HER STOMACH IS SQUISHY! POKE IT!" OK...Kurama, if all people wont enjoy this.
He walks towards me and looks down with a grin on his face. "What is she doing to you?"
"She finds my stomach amusing... I guess..."
"Is it that entertaining?" Should we have a comic strip?" I laugh at Kurama, who just walks away mumbling.
Sighing, for what seemed to be like the twentieth time that day, I walk into the room, and get dressed. Bra. Underwear... No. Just leave the bathing suit on underneath. Wait. It's black. Can't. Damn.
I actually do put the underclothing on, and a loose t-shirt. Also some cloth shorts and socks. The air conditioner was always on low, so I just dressed with socks on everyday. I hated wearing the traditional clothing from this place, so usually, I stayed home.
Into the other room, I see that Blair is now the only one left. Kiaru is probably still contemplating life on the deck, so I guess television in another language is the only solution to boredom. Blair is sitting with his back against the wall on his bed, flicking through the channels.
"I learned a few phrases in Israeli..." Blair keeps his eyes on the television, and keeps flicking the up button. "And I found an international channel. They play movies in American every night at eleven."
This was getting so boring. Every so often we would go out, win a battle or save a few people, and come back. Not like I was about to complain, but it sure was annoying.
I crawl into the bed beside him and completely cover my body up to my chin. "It's so damn cold in here."
As I sat there and stared blankly at the side of his bed, I started to think about Kiaru's obsessive weight problems. Or should I say fantasies. Maybe I was getting kind of chunky. I really didn't notice. I just thought I was more fleshy, or thick.
Oh no...What if I turned out like the house wife's who were just married, and sat at home all day, and before they knew it, all they did was eat. And then got chunky, then fat. Oh my god... I didn't want to have to get liposuction.
"Damn it, am I fat."
"Uh...no..."
That wasn't the answer I was looking for. I was looking for more of a bewildered stare, and then a no, that was drawn out.
Awkward silence.
He was now looking at me bewildered. I wanted the bewildered stare a few minutes ago!
"I'm starving my self. Starting now." I pull my shirt back down angrily.
Blair continues to look at me oddly, and before I can stop myself, I'm yelling at him. "WHY ARE YOU STARING AT ME? WHAT DO YOU WANT?"
"Nothing."
*Blair's POV*
Women are completely and totally paranoid.
Especially this one. She just needed to cam down and stop drinking so much coffee. Maybe try liquor, or something that makes you more mellow.
She lays there on her back, staring at the ceiling with her eyes slanted. It was like she was trying to burn a hole through it with the lasers that she thought were in her pupils. "Are you alright?"
"No."
I sigh. It would have been better for me to say yes, wouldn't it?
"Do you want me to tell you that you are fat?"
"No."
"Do you WANT to be fat, so I can tell you yes, and you can go on a binge and sulk?"
"No. I'm just going to forget about it, like I told Kiaru too."
Ok then. She can do just that.
"I want to get my tongue pierced."
Uh...
"What...?"
"I want to get my tongue pierced, that's what. But it would be so horrible to eat with in... Too bad."
Wasn't she just whining?
Oh well.
It's easy too just agree.
Women and their bizarre mood swings... I can't stand this...
I look at her again. Wait. She's looking at me. This is awkward.
Too quiet.
She leans up and looks away. Thank god. Playing with her hair, she sits in the partial sunlight of the deck. That was another thing. She spent so long straightening her hair, then pulling it up, then deciding to put it back down. It looks fine either way, let it go.
She was kind of short, and had dark eyes with brown hair. It had natural highlights, which I noticed stood out more when since we had swam in the chlorine water of the pool. Kiaru kind of turned green...well, her skin at least.
I sat there thinking about most random things that passed my mind. Television shows changed, and I still was in a deep thought. Lately it was the only thing I did... Maybe because this happened to be the most boring place I'd ever been.
I think sometime during that period of half sanity, I must have fallen asleep. Because, now Rai was in my bed, laying on my chest. I was still propped up against the wall. She had a blanket with a large Jack Daniels label on it rapped around everything below her shoulders and her arms.
I rub my eyes, and looks around the now dark room.
"She's asleep."
I look in the direction of the voice, and I see Kiaru drawing with black ink pen on her leg. The sun is setting behind her, giving her frame an orange glow.
"Ok...What am I supposed to do?"
"Let her lay there, or she'll be really mad."
I sigh loudly, and run my fingers through her hair. She stirs a little, but quickly stops squirming, and falls back asleep.
I decide not to move her. All is well that ends well.