Behind My Mask
By: Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
Author's Note: HIYAS!!!!!! You have NO idea how inspired I am to get so many reviews!!! (Actually only 3, but I'm proud anyways!) Apparently, people like this, so I do believe I shall continue! It's taken so long, and I sincerely apologize, but I write novels in my spare time, so check out my masterpiece on !!! It's called Dreamseer, and it's really dark, but I'm in love with it! Yay! Um, yah, so people had a lot of questions, and I'll try and answer them in this chappie, but once again I am too lazy to really dive into a plot, so this I think will be a titter bit more romantic… sigh… oh yes, and this is rated R for a reason!!!! Although not yet, there will be lemons!!!! So watch out, and hide your little sister!!! Um… yah. I don't accept flamers, but I don't take crap from anybody!
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-Kurai-Tenshi of Doom
Disclaimer: I have no money. I don't own KND, I think you stupid lawyers can burn, because you ain't getting a cent outta me, bitches!!! YEAH!!!
As Kookie's daydream came to an abrupt close in her mind, she hated the thumping of her heart. It was almost painful. She'd moved from the party to her room trying to get away from all the people. She'd been found."Kookie get down here NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" She shivered as the voice ricocheted off the cavernous walls of her house. With one last mournful look to the starry night, she turned and dragged herself out of her room.
'This is so cheap.' Wally Beatles (I REALLY hope that's his name, sooo sorry if it isn't!!! .) thought. He had been dragged to this stupid, stupid ball thing his parents had to go to for their company. He grumbled as a lock of his light blonde hair slipped from the gel cocoon his mom had made it and tumbled into his face. He brushed it away from his startling azure eyes that made up for his lack of otherwise not-too-handsome-and-I-don't-care look he continuously convinced himself he possessed. Despite his little self-esteem, he was actually quite cute. For a guy. Of course if anyone ever dared to say such a thing they would themselves with a much bruised mouth. It was true he'd drive himself to be the best in all physical fitness. Outside of school of course. He didn't believe in school. (Down with school spirit!!! Death to preps and sportos!!!!) Too much pressure. He enjoyed being solitary and quiet, not letting the rumors about his being in jail affect him. He'd gotten the rep of an evil badass. Of course he liked to think he was, but he had his soft side too. His straight nose curled as he heard the music floating around him. This place was like some rich dude's house, or something. He decided to sing one of his favorite songs in his mind, something that often got him through class. As the intrepid beat of Greenday smashed through his head at full volume, he slowly bobbed his head, not wishing to draw attention to himself and the small deserted table in the middle of the huge dancing room. 'Don't wanna be an American Idiot, one nation controlled by the media, information age of hysteria, is calling out to Idiot America…' (GREENDAY KICKS ASS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm seein em in concert Wooh!!!) He shivered suddenly. A strange feeling was wrapping itself around his heart. A feeling of Death. He looked nervously over his shoulder, and saw only deeply shadowed corners. He shook his head figuring it was the wine he was sipping carefully. Hey, he was eighteen after all… the stifled sob caught his attention fully. He was convinced someone was hiding in the corner. He stood slowly his full height of five nine. He'd long since shredded the midget of his childhood, and was now tall, lean and muscular, although not unattractively so. Just enough to show he could kick major ass. (Excuse the crudeness) Another, quiet, weak sob. "Hello?" he called, slightly hoping he wouldn't have to investigate. He may be brave, but not a big fan of the dark. There was a slight gasp, and a cry of pain. He was determined now. There was a girl in the corner there, out of sight and terribly frightened. "Are you okay?" he called, not even waiting for an answer before he plunged into the darkness. "No! Stay back!" the voice sounded flimsy. "Where are you? Are you injured?" "No! Go away!" the voice was panicked and raising only slightly in volume. He threw both hands in front of him, his fingers clawing at the blank space blindly. "It's okay, I won't hurt you, but if you're hurt, you need help." He was trying to be reasonable and calm whoever it was down. A shaky breath, he hoped the girl was okay, and then the breath turned into pure sobs. Finally his hands gripped something that felt like silk-
She's an extraordinary girl
In an ordinary world
And she can't seem to get away
It was hair; in his large bear-like hands was a piece of jet-black hair. He tried his hardest not to cry out as he realized there was blood on it. "Where are you?!" he cried-
He lacks the courage in his mind
Like a child left behind
Like a pet left in the rain
"Let go!" a slim arm flew out of the darkness and connected with his other hand. He supposed those cheap karate lessons paid off. He grabbed the quivering arm and held it as tight as he could. Well, not really he didn't want to break this girls' arm. He pulled gently, and was instantly surprised at how light she must be. A slim figure fell into his arms. He couldn't see her, but merely from her intoxicating scent so close to his face he could tell she must be very beautiful. He literally dragged her from the corner and looked around quickly to the other side of the room where the crowd of people were. If this girl was truly hurt, she needed help, but it was obvious she was terrified of the people. Without even looking to her, he easily overpowered her as he gently placed her in his chair. He turned to a sobbing girl that took his breath away. She was looking into his eyes fearfully, as if she thought he was going to rape her or something. Large orb-like shimmering emerald eyes glared into his deep cerulean, and the two colors met in a spectacular dance much like those of the figures on the far distant side of the room. His were soft, and stunned. Hers expressed extreme sorrow and a fear that made him cringe. Not wanting to break the trance that he was easily falling into he yanked his eyes away shyly. 'Shyly?! I don't do shyly!?' his thoughts yelled. As his mind began to work again, he noticed the shimmering aura that coated her (now he knew) silky hair that was as black as her fear. "Who are you?" he asked, not liking how quiet his voice was. "Ko-Kookie…" she was shaking. Her slim form looked like she could shake herself to pieces. She looked so weak! "I'm not going to hurt you. Now where are you hurt?" he asked, clearing his throat, causing most of the power to stream back into his voice. "It's just a scratch." She said, he noticed she was trying to banish some of the fear in her voice. It didn't work. "Here wipe your face, and let me see this 'scratch'." He said the last sarcastically. His eyes trailed from her long, graceful, fingers to her slim arms that he knew held so little strength, to her angelic face, then lastly to her hair. That's when he saw the trickle of blood from her forehead-
She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days she feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying
"You're bleeding!" he pointed out stupidly. Her eyes had never left his face. "So?" she questioned. "So?! That's not good! Come on!" he pulled her up, a little too hard she stumbled, and pulled her to the bathroom only a few steps away. It was very eloquent like everything else in this museum of a house. He grabbed some paper towels off of a jeweled dispenser and wet it carefully, balling it up. She pulled back from him as he tried to wash the wound. He gave her a comforting look, she looked reluctant, but gave in. He stepped forward, noticing in her slight stature she came up to his neck. He had a blush on his skin from being so close, but she seemed unaware. He gently placed the towel on her forehead and wiped away the blood. It looked as if someone had hit her with something heavy. He felt an indescribable anger bubbling in him. 'Why would anyone ever hurt this poor, innocent, sweet girl?' he asked himself, furious he had no answer. "Who did this?" he tried to keep his voice steady. "I did it. I tripped." She sounded calmer, and he was glad. She obviously wasn't a good liar. He saw right through her attempt. "Fine I don't need to know. Just tell me if this hurts." He placed pressure on the wound hoping to stem the bleeding. She gasped, and he instantly released the pressure, terrified he'd hurt her. She closed her eyes tight and tried to cope with the pain. She nodded for him to continue. He placed one hand on her cheek, so he could tilt her head; at least that was his intention. But once he felt the irresistible smoothness of her skin, he left his hand in its' place. She didn't seem to notice. "Who are you?"-
She sees the mirror of herself
An image she wants to sell
To anyone willing to buy
"Wallabe Beetles." He said, keeping his voice and eyes concentrated from her look of pain to his task at hand of finding the spot where she'd gotten hit. "This is really serious." He gave her a disapproving look. "You should tell me what really happened." She opened her eyes slowly. "You would be scared." Her eyes and voice were suddenly darker than the night. Her whole attitude radiated a blackness that left him utterly confused. She pushed his hand off of her cheek, not liking the blush making itself apparent on her alabaster cheeks. She pushed past him rudely hoping he wouldn't follow her. He did. "Wait! You need someone to look at that!" he grabbed her arm as she attempted an exit. She tried to shake off his muscled arm, but he was much too strong-
He steals the image in her kiss
From her hearts' apocalypse
From the one called whatsername
He sealed his lips over hers. It was shocking. Only within a fingers length from her lips, he'd pressed his thin lips to her lush ones with a gentle, prying force. She surprised herself as she found she was lost in a world that made stars explode before her eyes. This was the smoothest, most luscious thing that had ever happened to her. All her awkwardness faded and she wrapped her arms around him. Her eyes closed, and she felt his tongue gently trace her lips. Her mind woke up-
She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
She gets so sick of crying
She's all alone again
Wiping the tears from her eyes
Some days he feels like dying
Some days it's not worth trying
Now that they both are finding
She gets so sick of crying
She's an extraordinary girl
An Extraordinary girl
An Extraordinary girl
An Extraordinary girl
Author's Note 2: Welp, there it is. I guess I really wanted to write. Yay! Now, if you freaks don't review…. Well don't get me started. No, really I love you all, and if you've made it this far, just one little click and a few kind words, and I'll never bother you again. Until the next chappie anyways. Oh yah! If u peeps like CCS, check out a new ficcie I'm postin about Tomoyo and Eriol, and Sakura and Syaoran. Of course two different ones. Kick ass, and rock on!!!! Oh yeah, and the song isn't mine, GET THE GREENDAY CD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AMERICAN IDIOT!!!!!!!!!!! AND VOTE KERRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Luv ya! Tee-hee!
-Kurai-Tenshi of Doom