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I do not own any characters from Paradise Kiss. Paradise Kiss is copyright Ai Yazawa and Tokyopop.
A/N: And more... c'mon, review people!
Ch. 4: Defiled
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Isabella, or Yamamoto... whoever, sat up, picking up his...her... cell phone. She dialed George's number and closed her eyes, sitting against the headboard.
The ringing stopped, and Isabella heard a tired and handsome voice on the other end of the line. "Moshi moshi?"
"George?" Isabella asked, opening her eyes.
"Isabella? Why are you calling me so late?"
Isabella hesitated. "George... my parents found out..."
There was a long pause. "How?"
"They came home... a surprise visit, they said..." George could hear her sniffle. "They walked in on me in the kitchen... at first they thought I was my girlfriend... until I turned around..."
George was silent again. "I see... I'm coming over, ok?" Isabella nodded, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. "I'll be over in a few..."
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Isabella walked downstairs, sitting on her nearby couch. Not many minutes later, someone knocked on the door. She quickly stood up and opened the door.
George stood there and looked at Isabella. "Your clothes..."
Isabella smiled faintly. "They're upstairs..."
He nodded. "It's been a long time since I've seen you like this..." his voice trailed off.
She tried to hold her smile. "I know."
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They sat at the kitchen table, a hot cup of coffee in front of each of them.
"So, what happened?" George asked her.
Isabella looked down. "Well... they walked in, and like I said, they thought I was my girlfriend. They asked where their son was. I didn't know how to answer, so I just turned around. It took them a moment, but they realized who it was." She looked down at her table. "They smiled... politely, you know?" She smiled a bit. "Then they asked if we needed to talk..."
George interrupted, handing Isabella a napkin for her tears. She accepted it.
"They told me that I could keep the house and all the inheritance I had... I could keep living like I do now... but..." Her voice broke. "I'm not to say I'm their child..." She looked down, tears flooding over her cheeks. "They disowned me, George!"
George watched silently... he slowly moved over and wrapped his arms around the fragile young man. "I'm sorry, Isabella..."
Isabella sniffled and nodded.
"I... I don't know what to say... It's horrible, what happened..." He looked down at her. "But... Well, I'll always be here for you... I won't disown you."
Isabella smiled up at George weakly. "Thank you... Johji."
George smiled serenely and bent down, gently brushing his lips against hers.
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A/N: Oooo! And the romance begins! But what's Isabella gonna do? Is she gonna accept him, or hate him? Who knows. Tune in to find out .
I do not own any characters from Paradise Kiss. Paradise Kiss is copyright Ai Yazawa and Tokyopop.
A/N: And more... c'mon, review people!
Ch. 4: Defiled
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Isabella, or Yamamoto... whoever, sat up, picking up his...her... cell phone. She dialed George's number and closed her eyes, sitting against the headboard.
The ringing stopped, and Isabella heard a tired and handsome voice on the other end of the line. "Moshi moshi?"
"George?" Isabella asked, opening her eyes.
"Isabella? Why are you calling me so late?"
Isabella hesitated. "George... my parents found out..."
There was a long pause. "How?"
"They came home... a surprise visit, they said..." George could hear her sniffle. "They walked in on me in the kitchen... at first they thought I was my girlfriend... until I turned around..."
George was silent again. "I see... I'm coming over, ok?" Isabella nodded, even though she knew he couldn't hear her. "I'll be over in a few..."
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Isabella walked downstairs, sitting on her nearby couch. Not many minutes later, someone knocked on the door. She quickly stood up and opened the door.
George stood there and looked at Isabella. "Your clothes..."
Isabella smiled faintly. "They're upstairs..."
He nodded. "It's been a long time since I've seen you like this..." his voice trailed off.
She tried to hold her smile. "I know."
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They sat at the kitchen table, a hot cup of coffee in front of each of them.
"So, what happened?" George asked her.
Isabella looked down. "Well... they walked in, and like I said, they thought I was my girlfriend. They asked where their son was. I didn't know how to answer, so I just turned around. It took them a moment, but they realized who it was." She looked down at her table. "They smiled... politely, you know?" She smiled a bit. "Then they asked if we needed to talk..."
George interrupted, handing Isabella a napkin for her tears. She accepted it.
"They told me that I could keep the house and all the inheritance I had... I could keep living like I do now... but..." Her voice broke. "I'm not to say I'm their child..." She looked down, tears flooding over her cheeks. "They disowned me, George!"
George watched silently... he slowly moved over and wrapped his arms around the fragile young man. "I'm sorry, Isabella..."
Isabella sniffled and nodded.
"I... I don't know what to say... It's horrible, what happened..." He looked down at her. "But... Well, I'll always be here for you... I won't disown you."
Isabella smiled up at George weakly. "Thank you... Johji."
George smiled serenely and bent down, gently brushing his lips against hers.
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A/N: Oooo! And the romance begins! But what's Isabella gonna do? Is she gonna accept him, or hate him? Who knows. Tune in to find out .