Chpt. 9 - Hate me
The day continued and life went on for the youth with pink hair. The lazy, spring sun hanging over her as she went about her buisness. Yet where ever she went there was an odd bouncing to her movement, an odd swing to her step. The stangest of all though, was the single white rose always kept close to her side. Slowly the lazy sun began to set in the evening sky and the gilr began to make her way home. Everything around her seemed to shimmer with a radiance and beauty she had never noticed before and she wondered what it was that had changed her outlook so drasticly. Her small feet shuffled slightly as they moved with no real hurry or care over the pavement beneath them. As she moved the shadows set larger and blacker around her until finally the streetlamps flickered and began to shed their light upon the space surrounding her. Stepping up to the porch of the building which she called home here in this time, she noticed that their was something about the world around her that did not seem in place.
Glancing about the spacious area that was the front of her home, Rini could find nothing but shadows and silence. Slowly she made her way into the house and with one final sweep of the outside, closed the door behind her. Making he way through the lower floor of the house she moved toward the stairs but could not seem to shake the feeling that something in the house was not right. Passing by both Serena and her mother, she hardly noticed, and barely replied to their questions of where she had been and how he day was, leaving the both of them very lost and confused. Slipping up the stairs with the stealth of a trained ninja, Rini quickly made her way down the upper hall and to the stairs that led to the attic, the stairs that led to her room. Moving to where she could see her room she found the door cracked open, a sign that someone had at the very least opened her room since she had gone, if not gone into it. The path she took was cautious and slow, though moving toward the one place that should be safest for her.Finally reaching the door to her own room she stopped and listend for any sing of danger before makeing a sweep of the room with her eyes and then entering.
'It must have been Serena's mom'
She thought quickly to herself as she took in the changes made to her room. The first thing that struck her was that the bed had been made. After her rather odd awakening that morning she had never bothered to straiten up her room before leaveing, meaning that much should have been out of place. Yet as he eyes traveled from one place to the next it seemed that there was not a thing out of place. The make-up which had only the night before littered her vanity was in perfect order and someone had even place the roses she had left in her room in a crystal vase. The three white blooms, one of which now rather wilted, sat in an aranged order within the lip of the crystal, shimmering with water that had obviously been sprayed on the petals. Her eyes continued to wander over here surroundings, leaping quickly from one object to the next until never truly resting on any specific place.
The crack of wood against wood from behind her brought her back to reality. Her body went ridgid as the door to her room was suddenly slammed shut from behind her, the feeling of her overlooking the danger welling back up in her once more. Fearing what she would find when she look she continued to stand, ridgid and firm, in the center of her room, staring onward into the distant wall. Finally she gained the strength to move, urging herself with all her might that the last second, which had seemed like hours, could have cost her her life and she would waste no more time. Twirling gracefully to land in a rather defensive stance she held her arms before her and braced herself for the blow of whatever intruder may have conceled himself behind the frame of her door only to find...Mishy.
The young boys platinum hair shimmered faintly in the moonlight which was the rooms only source of light at the moment as his hardened features broke out into a michivious grin. Brimming with anger, Rini hurled herself across the room brining her right arm down for a crashing blow on the others skull only to be stopped by a strong hand, at a speed which her eyes could not even follow. His face once again became hard and his eyes seemed to shine with anger and hatred as he look onward at the young girl. That was all it took to break her down, that was all that she could handle it seemed as a single tear slipped down her cheek.
"Why?..." Her sobbed question hung on the air as she attempted to gather enough composure to continue. "Why do you hate me?..."
With that she collappsed into a wimpering mass upon the strong chest of the other. Releasing her hand Mishy stood in stunned silence as she clung, helplessly to his shirt which was now quickly becomeing tearstained. The false hatred he had shoved into his eyes as his mask forced him to do was pushed aside by genuine compassion and caring as he instinctively drapped his arms around the pink haired girl in his arms and drew her close to him. The mask he wore so often to protect both himself and those around him broke as he attempted to comfort the girl he had just hurt. Moving slowly he manuvered them over to the bed he had just finished making for her only moments before.
'It wasn't supposed to happen like this'
His mind was rushing with thouhgts that he could not seem to figure out. It was supposed to be a simple prank, she would be mad and then it would make him seem the bigger jerk and it would be put in the past, like everything else. But not this time, this time he held the after effects of his jokeing in his arms, and his heart broke at the sight of her hurting. The sobbing from the pink haired girl began to subside and was soon replaced by a slight hiccupping then a deep pattern of breathing. Moving slowly, Mishy manuvered himself out from under the girl and lay her gently on the bed, covering her with the pink comforter and tucking it around her to keep her warm. Running a worn hand through her smooth hair he looked down at the now sleeping youth and smiled inwardly. As he leaned forward the wind blew sharply through the window, knocking the curtains away and causeing the moon to seep in even more. The light reflected off his form, causeing him to seem almost angelic as he placed his lips softly over hers. He stayed there only breifly, knowing that he had risked his purpose far to much as it was, pulling away from the sleeping girl he wispered softly.
"I could never hate you..."
The day continued and life went on for the youth with pink hair. The lazy, spring sun hanging over her as she went about her buisness. Yet where ever she went there was an odd bouncing to her movement, an odd swing to her step. The stangest of all though, was the single white rose always kept close to her side. Slowly the lazy sun began to set in the evening sky and the gilr began to make her way home. Everything around her seemed to shimmer with a radiance and beauty she had never noticed before and she wondered what it was that had changed her outlook so drasticly. Her small feet shuffled slightly as they moved with no real hurry or care over the pavement beneath them. As she moved the shadows set larger and blacker around her until finally the streetlamps flickered and began to shed their light upon the space surrounding her. Stepping up to the porch of the building which she called home here in this time, she noticed that their was something about the world around her that did not seem in place.
Glancing about the spacious area that was the front of her home, Rini could find nothing but shadows and silence. Slowly she made her way into the house and with one final sweep of the outside, closed the door behind her. Making he way through the lower floor of the house she moved toward the stairs but could not seem to shake the feeling that something in the house was not right. Passing by both Serena and her mother, she hardly noticed, and barely replied to their questions of where she had been and how he day was, leaving the both of them very lost and confused. Slipping up the stairs with the stealth of a trained ninja, Rini quickly made her way down the upper hall and to the stairs that led to the attic, the stairs that led to her room. Moving to where she could see her room she found the door cracked open, a sign that someone had at the very least opened her room since she had gone, if not gone into it. The path she took was cautious and slow, though moving toward the one place that should be safest for her.Finally reaching the door to her own room she stopped and listend for any sing of danger before makeing a sweep of the room with her eyes and then entering.
'It must have been Serena's mom'
She thought quickly to herself as she took in the changes made to her room. The first thing that struck her was that the bed had been made. After her rather odd awakening that morning she had never bothered to straiten up her room before leaveing, meaning that much should have been out of place. Yet as he eyes traveled from one place to the next it seemed that there was not a thing out of place. The make-up which had only the night before littered her vanity was in perfect order and someone had even place the roses she had left in her room in a crystal vase. The three white blooms, one of which now rather wilted, sat in an aranged order within the lip of the crystal, shimmering with water that had obviously been sprayed on the petals. Her eyes continued to wander over here surroundings, leaping quickly from one object to the next until never truly resting on any specific place.
The crack of wood against wood from behind her brought her back to reality. Her body went ridgid as the door to her room was suddenly slammed shut from behind her, the feeling of her overlooking the danger welling back up in her once more. Fearing what she would find when she look she continued to stand, ridgid and firm, in the center of her room, staring onward into the distant wall. Finally she gained the strength to move, urging herself with all her might that the last second, which had seemed like hours, could have cost her her life and she would waste no more time. Twirling gracefully to land in a rather defensive stance she held her arms before her and braced herself for the blow of whatever intruder may have conceled himself behind the frame of her door only to find...Mishy.
The young boys platinum hair shimmered faintly in the moonlight which was the rooms only source of light at the moment as his hardened features broke out into a michivious grin. Brimming with anger, Rini hurled herself across the room brining her right arm down for a crashing blow on the others skull only to be stopped by a strong hand, at a speed which her eyes could not even follow. His face once again became hard and his eyes seemed to shine with anger and hatred as he look onward at the young girl. That was all it took to break her down, that was all that she could handle it seemed as a single tear slipped down her cheek.
"Why?..." Her sobbed question hung on the air as she attempted to gather enough composure to continue. "Why do you hate me?..."
With that she collappsed into a wimpering mass upon the strong chest of the other. Releasing her hand Mishy stood in stunned silence as she clung, helplessly to his shirt which was now quickly becomeing tearstained. The false hatred he had shoved into his eyes as his mask forced him to do was pushed aside by genuine compassion and caring as he instinctively drapped his arms around the pink haired girl in his arms and drew her close to him. The mask he wore so often to protect both himself and those around him broke as he attempted to comfort the girl he had just hurt. Moving slowly he manuvered them over to the bed he had just finished making for her only moments before.
'It wasn't supposed to happen like this'
His mind was rushing with thouhgts that he could not seem to figure out. It was supposed to be a simple prank, she would be mad and then it would make him seem the bigger jerk and it would be put in the past, like everything else. But not this time, this time he held the after effects of his jokeing in his arms, and his heart broke at the sight of her hurting. The sobbing from the pink haired girl began to subside and was soon replaced by a slight hiccupping then a deep pattern of breathing. Moving slowly, Mishy manuvered himself out from under the girl and lay her gently on the bed, covering her with the pink comforter and tucking it around her to keep her warm. Running a worn hand through her smooth hair he looked down at the now sleeping youth and smiled inwardly. As he leaned forward the wind blew sharply through the window, knocking the curtains away and causeing the moon to seep in even more. The light reflected off his form, causeing him to seem almost angelic as he placed his lips softly over hers. He stayed there only breifly, knowing that he had risked his purpose far to much as it was, pulling away from the sleeping girl he wispered softly.
"I could never hate you..."