Unclean
I do not own any characters from Paradise Kiss. Paradise Kiss is copyright Ai Yazawa and Tokyopop.
A/N: This is for all the people that have commented so far. I hope you like it. I haven't really been feeling like writing, but I am anyways.
Ch. 6: Contaminated
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Isabella woke up late the next day. It was around noon, she noted. Dully, she also noted, that the day was grey. After drifting back and forth between sleep, she finally pulled herself together, forcing herself to get up. She walked to the bathroom, and stopped in front of the mirror. She patted her puffy cheeks, and looked at her red eyes.
She decided to stay in that day.
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George opened his eyes, the bright light forcing him to wince. He sat up and rubbed his eyes. It all came flooding back. He shook his head. He felt ashamed of himself.
He got ready, dressed, cleaned. He left the house and headed for the Studio.
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"Blimey, George, you're late," Arashi stated, looking at a stumbling George. "An' where the 'ell is Isabella?"
George shruged, collapsing on a stool.
"It isn't like Isabella to be late," Miwako remarked. "Miwako hopes she's ok."
George kept quiet.
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It was around 6 in the evening. Isabella hadn't even gotten dressed. She was still moping around her house. She told Sebastian that he had the day off, and she'd spent all day on a couch listening to music and watching the TV. She didn't even bother calling the Studio. She didn't even know if she was going back.
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Miwako sighed. "Arashi, it's been all day... Isabella still hasn't even called..."
Arashi nodded. "I know, Miwako..."
"Can we go check on her?"
"Sure," Arashi said, smiling a bit.
George stood up. "You guys go home. I'll check on her."
Miwako blinked, suprised. "Oh... Ok, George..."
Arashi and Miwako stood up, getting their stuff together. George left them, hearing their laughter.
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The doorbell rang. Isabella slowly pulled herself up, sludging towards the door. "Hello?" she said, opening it up.
George looked at the mess in front of him. She wasn't even dressed. Her hair was limp and she had no makeup on. This was nothing like the Isabella he knew.
Isabella looked up at George. She smiled a bit, almost sad. "George..."
Her breath was taken away a moment later by a deep kiss.
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A/N: The sixth chapter. Whatcha think? I really have no idea where the story's gonna go after this. I'll think about it. I know what I want in the end, though. If I want it to make much sense though, this thing is gonna be freaking LONG. But... maybe -