Summary: Breaking up is hard to do....:P
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"Dameon, I must admit, you're doing horribly today."
The teen's crystalline eyes peirced the old man's. With the eerie blue glow of the computer screen, Gero did look quite ghostly. "Don't take it so personally," corrected Gero with a quick eagerness. "It's just that you usually have twice the work done by now." Dameon shrugged, glaring at the computer screen as he continued to type. "Just a slow day." Gero nodded, patting Dameon's shoulder.
The click of sharp heels caught both of their attention and they turned to find Fiona walking in. She was surprised to see Dameon there, especially speaking with Gero. "Aww, Fiona!" smiled Gero, outstretching his arms to the young girl. He embraced her warmly as she returned the frigid hug. Dameon glared only a moment before focusing on his work once again with a new found anger.
"Dameon, I'd like you to meet a relative of mine."
Dameon turned with a quesitoning scowl. "I didn't know you were related to him?" Fiona blushed slightly before looking downward. Gero's beaming grin turned into a concerned frown. He glanced to Fiona then to Dameon. "Do you two...know each other?" he asked, gesturing from one to the other. Fiona looked back up and nodded. "He's my boyfriend."
Dameon held her stare, not caring that Gero was studying them. "Well isn't that wonderful?!" he exclaimed. "My best employee with my best granddaughter!" Desiree rolled her eyes from her seat across the room. Fiona continued to plea with Dameon's questioning eyes. Desiree rose up, and practically threw the latest reports to her brother.
"I need you to look over those," she hissed. He didn't acknowledge her. Desiree glared. "Sometime today, please!" Dameon turned away. "I heard you the first fucking time." Desiree flinched. Her brother rarely cursed that dramatically. Gero chuckled nervously. "Now children, I understand we're having a bad day, but let's not use such fowl language, shall we?" Dameon turned to Gero.
"This is bullshit."
Desiree shook her head. "Dameon stop." He turned to her. "No, I'm sick of you telling me what to do. You're not my big sister, Desiree. You're not anything to me except a twin. An equal." Desiree watched as he stormed past the two and downstairs. Desiree looked at Gero's expression with a certain expectance. It wasn't of anger or disgust, it was rather blank really. "I'm going to talk to him," stated the red head.
Fiona raced outside as Desiree picked up her reports. "I'm sorry about him," she whispered. Gero helped her gather the papers. "Don't apologize for him," he whispered, helping her rise. Desiree frowned. "Sir?" He placed a chilling hand upon her shoulder. "You shouldn't have to take the blame for something you haven't done." Desiree closed her eyes as his hand carressed her face. "You're much smarter than that."
She backed away, opening her eyes with tears amongst them. "Don't touch me." She thrust the paperwork into his arms. "Ever again," she hissed. She turned and headed to the door. "I'm done for today," she called back. Gero chuckled as the teen slammed the doors behind her.
She was truly perfect...
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Dameon sat on the ground beside his car, holding his head in his hands. Everything was going wrong to him and he couldn't figure out why. He was always in control of his life, but now it seemed as if Fiona, Gero and even Desiree were directing him like a puppet. He was sick of them all. He was in charge and would be for forever. He promised himself to never let anyone control him.
He opened his eyes to find a pair of black, heeled boots before him. He followed them up to a pair of creamy legs, then a rather short denim skirt to a tight tanktop. His eyes met teary amethyst, staring through crimson strands of hair. "I'm sorry...I should've told you," she whispered. He shook his head. "What would the difference be. I don't care if he's your uncle or whatever." Fiona fell beside him with a gentle lightness. "Then what's wrong?"
He turned to her. "You should go, I've got work tomorrow." He pulled himself up and opened his door. Fiona sniffled. "Dameon, please!" He shut his door and ignited the rumbling engine before speeding away.
Fiona let out a quiet sob as the car diminshed into nothing but a billowing trail of dirt.
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Desiree walked outside and saw the red head, standing in a cloud of dust as her brother's car disappeared. "What're you crying about?" snapped Desiree as she threw her things into her car. Fiona turned, wiping her eyes with trembling hands. "Why do you hate me?"
Desiree rolled her eyes and sat down in her car. Fiona walked over to her quickly. "It's because I love Dameon, isn't it?" Desiree shook her head, blonde hair rushing forward. "No, because he loves you and you don't know how it's killing him." She started her engine. Fiona frowned. "What the hell does that mean?" Desiree glared at her steering wheel before turning to the girl.
"He's never loved anyone before. He can't handle it."
Fiona stepped away as the blonde pulled out of the parking lot. She stared at the building in which Dameon's fate would end. She took a steadying breath and headed to the doors.
She entered as the holographic workers walked about in a fake world. She entered her grandfather's office and shut the door behind her.
"I want out."
Gero looked up from his work. "What was that?" Fiona took a deep breath. She was trying her hardest not to cry as Gero set down the papers. "I want out, Grandpa." He smiled. "I'm sorry dear, but that's not possible. We're too far into the project. In fact, I was planning that we do it this weekend." Fiona shook her head. "I can't. I love him." Gero's smiled gradually faded.
"I warned you Fiona."
She nodded, "I know but-"
"And you knew the consiquences, correct?"
"Yes but-"
"So do I need to take them into action? I thought you were strong?"
Fiona shivered. "Grandpa, I can't let him go...knowing that I could have prevented it. You already have Timothy!" she cried, gesturing to the giant redhead, sleeping soundly in his bedroom. Gero glared.
"You'd rather sacrifice you're own kin for this boy?"
Fiona shook her head. "Just stop it, Grandfather!! This isn't right!" Gero walked to her. "We're continuing whether you wish or not, Fiona. Tomorrow night I want the boy here."
She turned away from his putrid breath. "No," she whimpered. Gero nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid so."
He led her to the door, digging amongst his pockets for a needle. "Now get some sleep dear. You can do so much better than this scum." Fiona trembled with tears as she turned to protest. She squeaked as a sharp pinch punctured her skin. She looked from the needle, which her grandfather held, to his eyes. "Why?" she questioned. Gero sighed, forcing the deadening essence into her bloodstream. "I can't afford any mishaps, now can I?"
Fiona felt herself becoming very tired. She blinked, trying to fight the panic that was tearing through her. "I'll awake you once I need you." Fiona shook her head, finding it a rather difficult task. "No," she cried as her knees gave out. Gero eased her onto the cool tile. "Goodnight m'dear."
Fiona watched as the world around her turned into darkness. "I'll do it," she gasped, her body growing dead with weight. Gero chuckled. "Of course you will."
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Memories of her past dwindled about her thoughts as she stared into the mountainous fronteer before her. Nothing, nothing in this entire world could ever compare to the beauty before her as she stood atop the Rocky Mountain's peaks. She turned to her brother as he sneered down upon the smoky remains of a city.
"Do you ever miss it?"
She turned to him and found concern within his eyes. "Juuanagou?"
He sat on his haunches, tossing a few pebbles away. "I mean, being human." Juuhachigou laughed cooly. "Don't be ridiculus. This is far better than being human."
His raven hair crossed his view as he observed life, spinning around him in a never ending circle that he and his sister just couldn't take hold of.
"Oh look, here comes the calvary."
He turned to his sister as a lavender haired boy dropped from the sky, sapphire eyes burning with hatred as his sister smirked evilly.
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Dameon opened his eyes, shaking his head wearily. Who the hell was that kid? He turned in his leather seat, realizing it was nearly morning and he'd been parked under this stupid streetlight for nearly nine hours.
He rubbed his eyes of sleep as he flipped off his monotone radio. He opened his door with a bit of roughness as he stepped out, popping random joints to awake his body.
It was nearly dawn and he couldn't be more miserable. Life was spinning downwards and there was absolutely nothing he could do. How could he have let everything go so easily? He shut the car door and leaned against the machine he called his own.
He stared at his sneakers, wondering whether Fiona had gone home after their little argument or not. As if on cue, he looked up to find her before him.
The streetlight's dull yellow illuminated every natural highlight in her red hair, and her eyes sparkled with a fresh set of tears. She approached him slowly with an easy stride. She glanced to the dawning light before turning back to him. She softly took his hands in her own and sighed shakily.
"This isn't working is it?"
Dameon looked up into her eyes as a certain, unnatural panic ran through his body. "What?"
She glanced to his hands once more, before she searched his eyes. "This...us. We just can't work like this."
Dameon wanted more than nothing to pull her into his chest and hold her tightly, crying for her not to end what was just beginning. Instead he pushed away her hands as hatred fueled his thoughts.
"Fine."
Fiona's head jerked up. He couldn't be fine with it! He was supposed to fight for this...if he truly loved her that is. If he could show her he truly loved her then somehow, maybe, the courage against her grandfather would arise.
"You're sure you're fine with this?"
Dameon kept his face cold. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" he hissed out. Fiona frowned. "Well no...I was just expecting-"
Dameon held up his hands. "You expected wrong. Now run off to your granddaddy and tell him how mean I am. Maybe he'll fire me and I can go back to my boring ass life that I controlled."
Fiona glared. "You never controlled anything, Dameon." She swallowed a sob and trembled. "You're just another punk ass, wannabe bad boy. Get over yourself."
Dameon chuckled hoarsely, afraid of the shock coarsing through him. "If you're dumping me, why don't you act like the better person here?!" Fiona stomped away, fuming. If he didn't love her, then she didn't love him. Besides, her grandfather was there before him and he DID love her.
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A/N: Damn, took my forever to right this chapter and even now I'm not completely satisfied with it. I'm so sorry it took so long but writer's block hit and I went completely stupid with it. I plan on working on it more this weekend. Again, a thousand apologies but I just couldn't write.
Also, sorry if they seemed a lil OOC but I just couldn't write any other way without ruining it. Oh well, enough with that. Thanks for the patience! :P
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"Dameon, I must admit, you're doing horribly today."
The teen's crystalline eyes peirced the old man's. With the eerie blue glow of the computer screen, Gero did look quite ghostly. "Don't take it so personally," corrected Gero with a quick eagerness. "It's just that you usually have twice the work done by now." Dameon shrugged, glaring at the computer screen as he continued to type. "Just a slow day." Gero nodded, patting Dameon's shoulder.
The click of sharp heels caught both of their attention and they turned to find Fiona walking in. She was surprised to see Dameon there, especially speaking with Gero. "Aww, Fiona!" smiled Gero, outstretching his arms to the young girl. He embraced her warmly as she returned the frigid hug. Dameon glared only a moment before focusing on his work once again with a new found anger.
"Dameon, I'd like you to meet a relative of mine."
Dameon turned with a quesitoning scowl. "I didn't know you were related to him?" Fiona blushed slightly before looking downward. Gero's beaming grin turned into a concerned frown. He glanced to Fiona then to Dameon. "Do you two...know each other?" he asked, gesturing from one to the other. Fiona looked back up and nodded. "He's my boyfriend."
Dameon held her stare, not caring that Gero was studying them. "Well isn't that wonderful?!" he exclaimed. "My best employee with my best granddaughter!" Desiree rolled her eyes from her seat across the room. Fiona continued to plea with Dameon's questioning eyes. Desiree rose up, and practically threw the latest reports to her brother.
"I need you to look over those," she hissed. He didn't acknowledge her. Desiree glared. "Sometime today, please!" Dameon turned away. "I heard you the first fucking time." Desiree flinched. Her brother rarely cursed that dramatically. Gero chuckled nervously. "Now children, I understand we're having a bad day, but let's not use such fowl language, shall we?" Dameon turned to Gero.
"This is bullshit."
Desiree shook her head. "Dameon stop." He turned to her. "No, I'm sick of you telling me what to do. You're not my big sister, Desiree. You're not anything to me except a twin. An equal." Desiree watched as he stormed past the two and downstairs. Desiree looked at Gero's expression with a certain expectance. It wasn't of anger or disgust, it was rather blank really. "I'm going to talk to him," stated the red head.
Fiona raced outside as Desiree picked up her reports. "I'm sorry about him," she whispered. Gero helped her gather the papers. "Don't apologize for him," he whispered, helping her rise. Desiree frowned. "Sir?" He placed a chilling hand upon her shoulder. "You shouldn't have to take the blame for something you haven't done." Desiree closed her eyes as his hand carressed her face. "You're much smarter than that."
She backed away, opening her eyes with tears amongst them. "Don't touch me." She thrust the paperwork into his arms. "Ever again," she hissed. She turned and headed to the door. "I'm done for today," she called back. Gero chuckled as the teen slammed the doors behind her.
She was truly perfect...
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Dameon sat on the ground beside his car, holding his head in his hands. Everything was going wrong to him and he couldn't figure out why. He was always in control of his life, but now it seemed as if Fiona, Gero and even Desiree were directing him like a puppet. He was sick of them all. He was in charge and would be for forever. He promised himself to never let anyone control him.
He opened his eyes to find a pair of black, heeled boots before him. He followed them up to a pair of creamy legs, then a rather short denim skirt to a tight tanktop. His eyes met teary amethyst, staring through crimson strands of hair. "I'm sorry...I should've told you," she whispered. He shook his head. "What would the difference be. I don't care if he's your uncle or whatever." Fiona fell beside him with a gentle lightness. "Then what's wrong?"
He turned to her. "You should go, I've got work tomorrow." He pulled himself up and opened his door. Fiona sniffled. "Dameon, please!" He shut his door and ignited the rumbling engine before speeding away.
Fiona let out a quiet sob as the car diminshed into nothing but a billowing trail of dirt.
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Desiree walked outside and saw the red head, standing in a cloud of dust as her brother's car disappeared. "What're you crying about?" snapped Desiree as she threw her things into her car. Fiona turned, wiping her eyes with trembling hands. "Why do you hate me?"
Desiree rolled her eyes and sat down in her car. Fiona walked over to her quickly. "It's because I love Dameon, isn't it?" Desiree shook her head, blonde hair rushing forward. "No, because he loves you and you don't know how it's killing him." She started her engine. Fiona frowned. "What the hell does that mean?" Desiree glared at her steering wheel before turning to the girl.
"He's never loved anyone before. He can't handle it."
Fiona stepped away as the blonde pulled out of the parking lot. She stared at the building in which Dameon's fate would end. She took a steadying breath and headed to the doors.
She entered as the holographic workers walked about in a fake world. She entered her grandfather's office and shut the door behind her.
"I want out."
Gero looked up from his work. "What was that?" Fiona took a deep breath. She was trying her hardest not to cry as Gero set down the papers. "I want out, Grandpa." He smiled. "I'm sorry dear, but that's not possible. We're too far into the project. In fact, I was planning that we do it this weekend." Fiona shook her head. "I can't. I love him." Gero's smiled gradually faded.
"I warned you Fiona."
She nodded, "I know but-"
"And you knew the consiquences, correct?"
"Yes but-"
"So do I need to take them into action? I thought you were strong?"
Fiona shivered. "Grandpa, I can't let him go...knowing that I could have prevented it. You already have Timothy!" she cried, gesturing to the giant redhead, sleeping soundly in his bedroom. Gero glared.
"You'd rather sacrifice you're own kin for this boy?"
Fiona shook her head. "Just stop it, Grandfather!! This isn't right!" Gero walked to her. "We're continuing whether you wish or not, Fiona. Tomorrow night I want the boy here."
She turned away from his putrid breath. "No," she whimpered. Gero nodded. "Yes, I'm afraid so."
He led her to the door, digging amongst his pockets for a needle. "Now get some sleep dear. You can do so much better than this scum." Fiona trembled with tears as she turned to protest. She squeaked as a sharp pinch punctured her skin. She looked from the needle, which her grandfather held, to his eyes. "Why?" she questioned. Gero sighed, forcing the deadening essence into her bloodstream. "I can't afford any mishaps, now can I?"
Fiona felt herself becoming very tired. She blinked, trying to fight the panic that was tearing through her. "I'll awake you once I need you." Fiona shook her head, finding it a rather difficult task. "No," she cried as her knees gave out. Gero eased her onto the cool tile. "Goodnight m'dear."
Fiona watched as the world around her turned into darkness. "I'll do it," she gasped, her body growing dead with weight. Gero chuckled. "Of course you will."
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Memories of her past dwindled about her thoughts as she stared into the mountainous fronteer before her. Nothing, nothing in this entire world could ever compare to the beauty before her as she stood atop the Rocky Mountain's peaks. She turned to her brother as he sneered down upon the smoky remains of a city.
"Do you ever miss it?"
She turned to him and found concern within his eyes. "Juuanagou?"
He sat on his haunches, tossing a few pebbles away. "I mean, being human." Juuhachigou laughed cooly. "Don't be ridiculus. This is far better than being human."
His raven hair crossed his view as he observed life, spinning around him in a never ending circle that he and his sister just couldn't take hold of.
"Oh look, here comes the calvary."
He turned to his sister as a lavender haired boy dropped from the sky, sapphire eyes burning with hatred as his sister smirked evilly.
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Dameon opened his eyes, shaking his head wearily. Who the hell was that kid? He turned in his leather seat, realizing it was nearly morning and he'd been parked under this stupid streetlight for nearly nine hours.
He rubbed his eyes of sleep as he flipped off his monotone radio. He opened his door with a bit of roughness as he stepped out, popping random joints to awake his body.
It was nearly dawn and he couldn't be more miserable. Life was spinning downwards and there was absolutely nothing he could do. How could he have let everything go so easily? He shut the car door and leaned against the machine he called his own.
He stared at his sneakers, wondering whether Fiona had gone home after their little argument or not. As if on cue, he looked up to find her before him.
The streetlight's dull yellow illuminated every natural highlight in her red hair, and her eyes sparkled with a fresh set of tears. She approached him slowly with an easy stride. She glanced to the dawning light before turning back to him. She softly took his hands in her own and sighed shakily.
"This isn't working is it?"
Dameon looked up into her eyes as a certain, unnatural panic ran through his body. "What?"
She glanced to his hands once more, before she searched his eyes. "This...us. We just can't work like this."
Dameon wanted more than nothing to pull her into his chest and hold her tightly, crying for her not to end what was just beginning. Instead he pushed away her hands as hatred fueled his thoughts.
"Fine."
Fiona's head jerked up. He couldn't be fine with it! He was supposed to fight for this...if he truly loved her that is. If he could show her he truly loved her then somehow, maybe, the courage against her grandfather would arise.
"You're sure you're fine with this?"
Dameon kept his face cold. "Do I have to spell it out for you?" he hissed out. Fiona frowned. "Well no...I was just expecting-"
Dameon held up his hands. "You expected wrong. Now run off to your granddaddy and tell him how mean I am. Maybe he'll fire me and I can go back to my boring ass life that I controlled."
Fiona glared. "You never controlled anything, Dameon." She swallowed a sob and trembled. "You're just another punk ass, wannabe bad boy. Get over yourself."
Dameon chuckled hoarsely, afraid of the shock coarsing through him. "If you're dumping me, why don't you act like the better person here?!" Fiona stomped away, fuming. If he didn't love her, then she didn't love him. Besides, her grandfather was there before him and he DID love her.
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A/N: Damn, took my forever to right this chapter and even now I'm not completely satisfied with it. I'm so sorry it took so long but writer's block hit and I went completely stupid with it. I plan on working on it more this weekend. Again, a thousand apologies but I just couldn't write.
Also, sorry if they seemed a lil OOC but I just couldn't write any other way without ruining it. Oh well, enough with that. Thanks for the patience! :P